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Taehyung and Jimin are sitting in their manager, Jin's, office.
Tae's tired, resting his cheek in his palm as Jin drones on about their upcoming exhibition. Jimin elbows him, "pay attention," he hisses at his partner.
"...And everything should be over by three AM," Jin finishes, and Tae sits up, "three? *in the morning*?" Tae says in disbelief, "the earliest we can end is one-thirty," Jin sighs. "And this is *tonight*?" Jin nods with an affirmative hum. "Come on, Tae, our *amazing* manager worked too hard on this for you to be complaining," Jimin spits, and Tae glares at him. "Can you believe him, Jinnie?" Tae says while shaking his
head. Jin's face reddens from this, knowing of their belligerent 'night-time activities'. Of course, the public knows nothing of the kind of relationship the two stars truly have.
"Anyways," Jimin rolls his eyes, "make sure all journalists are *banned* from attending," Jin nods, writing something down on his clipboard. "Everything has been taken care of," Jin says with a smile, "you're free to go, I'll send you a reminder three hours before it starts." The duo leave Jin's office with jimin giving him a soft, "thank you," and Tae being forced to do the same.
Outside the door, Jimin gives Tae a look. "What?" Tae asks with an eyebrow raised, "you were rude to him," Jimin fusses at the brunette, "it wasn't intentional," Tae sneers. "I think you should be more intentional. You *know* how sensitive he is, especially as an omega, Tae! You are so careless. I want you to apologize to him tonight." Jimin rants before he and Tae leave the building. Three security guards lead them to a pristine white SUVs.
✧. ┊
When it's six in the evening, Jimin and Taehyung's steamy makeout session gets interrupted by Tae's phone ringing.
Jimin kisses along Tae's neck while he reaches for his phone. He reads the name and quickly answers, "Jin," Tae husks into the phone in a way that makes Jin's stomach flutter, "y-yeah," Jin forgets what he's calling for briefly, "what is it?" Tae huffs, "three hours." Jin says softly before hanging up.
"We should be getting ready," Tae grumbles, "it won't take us that long to get ready– just one round," Jimin mutters, pushing his lips against Taehyung's.
✧. ┊
"Where the *fuck* are they? We have an hour before opening. " The venue owner barks at Jin, "they- they should be here soon, sir," Jin mumbles back nervously, running outside to call the couple again.
He calls Jimin this time, holding his clipboard to his chest with a sweaty palm.
"What," Jimin moans into the mic, "please hurry, the owner's getting upset with me," Jin sounds like he's going cry. "Oh, Jinnie, I'm sorry," Jimin apologizes, the sound of pleasure still in his voice. "We'll be right there," and he hangs up.
Jin goes back inside, explaining to the owner that the stars are on their way.
Another hour passes, and Jin prepares to get scolded, but luckily, Tae and Jimin show up just in time.
The venue owner rolls his eyes before walking off from the three.
"You really outdid yourself," Tae hums while looking around the all white room, "you really think so?" Jin enthusiastically asks for reassurance, "mhm," Tae reiterates. Jimin clears his throat, jabbing Tae in the side with his elbow, "Oh, right. Jin, I'm really sorry for being unintentionally rude earlier," Jin looks down, "it's okay," he mumbles.
The first few guests start piling into the building, making the two alphas wrinkle their noses up from the blending scents of the strangers, "there's a bar and lounge right over here, everyone!" Jin announces, leading the group around the corner. Jimin looks over at Tae, "all betas and alphas, right?" Tae nods in response to Jimin's question. "Huh, he actually listened." Tae says, "Well, duh, why wouldn't he?" Jimin sighs.
A small beta comes in and squeals at the sight of them, "you're really- oh my *God*!" She shrieks in excitement, her pheromones spastically changing, making Jimin scrunch his face up and pinch his nose. "Could you please, get *out*," Tae asks in the politest rude way he can.
She just stands there, "should I call security?" Tae threatens, crossing his arms and glaring at the woman. She sulks out of the venue, being hurt. "I don't know how you could stand that *stench*," Jimin says with disgust present in his voice.
✧. ┊
Within thirty minutes, the place is packed. Cameras are prohibited, so the visitors stare at the paintings and other art pieces around the room for an indefinite amount of time. People murmur to one another while staring at a piece, glasses of wine in hand.
Jin is busy socializing in the lounge, occasionally sipping from his glass of liquor. The richest around sit and talk with him, laughing at the most ridiculous things.
Taehyung and Jimin are explaining some of their works to a small group, even hinting at upcoming events. Even as the two are talking to fans, they are still keeping a somewhat close eye on Jin. He has a unique scent, with it being especially easy to pick out since he's the only omega present. The second he smells off, they'll know something's up.
✧. ┊
There's two hours left before this event over. Jimin is sleeping in the lounge, Tae right beside him, tapping on the rim of a cocktail filled glass. He's had one sip so far, not really having a taste for anything alcoholic. Jin's still talking to guests a few yards away. Jin comes over to Tae after a while, excusing himself from the few guests he was chit-chatting with.
He sits from across them on one of the many white sofas. "Hi, Taehyung!" He chirps, somehow still full of energy. Tae groans, "Jin, can we leave early, please? I don't care how much money we lose," Jin thinks about it, "it'll only be a few thousand lost, nothing too big...I think it'll be fine," he smiles.
Suddenly, "we are *not* leaving," Jimin says, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, "Jinnie, you worked so hard to get this together for us," he moves over beside Jin, taking one of his hands. Jin's stomach flutters again, and his cheeks flush pink. Jin knows he'll probably never get a chance to be with either of them, but he can't help the way he feels.
Tae clears his throat, faking a cough while communicating something to Jimin with a look. Jimin rolls his eyes back at him and lets go of Jin's hand. Tae squints at him, and Jimin stands, pulling Tae aside. "We'll be right back, Jinnie."
Jimin drags Tae into the gallery area, "what's your problem?" Jimin questions, "*my* problem?" Tae scoffs, "listen, I think we should take this *slower*," the blonde laughs, "slower, Tae? What if I did this," Jimin walks back into the lounge with Tae following close behind. Jimin wiggles his brows at Tae smugly before speaking to Jin, "do you wanna spend the night with us?" Jimin asks their manager, whose eyes widen at the proposition. "Spend the night...like, come over to *your* house and *sleep* there?" Tae's looking at Jimin like he's crazy, "yuh-huh," Jimin nods, grabbing Jin's hands and pulling him to his feet.
"Really?" Jin checks again, still in shock, "yes, really!" Jimin exclaims, looking back at Tae and winking. "So we are leaving early?" Tae asks, and Jimin huffs, "I guess so."
Jin announces an early closing, and the owner of the venue gets ready to lecture him. "Woah, woah, wait. Here's your '*owed*' money for the lost time," Tae gives the man the thousand for the last hour and thirty minutes left.
Jin rides in the backseat with them to their shared manor, his heart racing all the way there. He shouldn't get his hopes up, this relationship is strictly *kind of* professional.
✧. ┊
"Ah, I
don't have any clothes," Jin sighs once he gets inside their gated off house. "Tae, let him borrow one of your shirts," Jimin doesn't ask, but he tells Taehyung to do so, "sure," Tae grumbles.
Jimin shows Jin where he'll be sleeping. It's a bedroom right beside their's. Tae comes up and hands Seokjin a shirt, "if you need anything let us know," and Jin's left alone in the large room.
Some time passes.
Jin's half-asleep, Tae's shirt balled up in his fist when he hears what sounds like more than two pairs of footsteps pass by his door. They go into Tae and Jimin's room, whispering followed up by weight being put on their creaking bed. Jin gets up and presses his ear against the shared wall.
There's kissing and soft words he can't make out. There is definitely a third in there with them. He knew it! No chance whatsoever.
Jin continues to listen, covering his mouth when he hears whoever they brought over moan. It's wrong to invade people's privacy, but he can't stop listening now, not after the wet squelching sounds of whatever hole is being used starts. It's hard to hear over the stranger's squealing, and Tae's breathy encouragement. Jin has a visceral reaction to Tae's words, suddenly wetting his panties with slick.
Jin's pussy starts aching. His stupid subgender overreacting to something so small like that sickens him. It doesn't sicken him enough though. Jin hesitantly starts rubbing at his pussy while listening to the lewd scene. He imagines being the one screaming Tae's name like his life depends on it, and maybe Jimin would use his mouth. Yeah, that sounds nice. Jin doesn't make a sound, trembling quietly when he squirts, finishing at the same time Tae does from the sound of it.
Jin thinks that's it, but then Jimin's name starts getting sobbed, and he's surprisingly much rougher than Taehyung. Jin ends up touching himself again, pinching his clit until another orgasm comes.
Once his mind clears, Jin quickly strips out of his soiled pants and shirt. He sadly sighs when he realizes he needs to take his soaked panties off as well. Jin shamefully puts Tae's shirt on, covering himself with the alpha's scent in a way. It helps him sleep soundly.
✧. ┊
"Do you smell that?" Tae asks to Jimin, who's at the stove, frying eggs. He sniffs the air, "yep," the blonde yawns.
Jin shows up very soon after they smell the odd scent. The two look at one another, making sure each other knows exactly where that smell is coming from. Tae's shirt covers Jin's uppermost thighs, ridiculously close to revealing the source of the scent. Tae's straightforward, "are you wearing anything under that?" he tries to not make it sound weird, "no," Jin quickly confesses, holding the shirt down in the front.
"I didn't see anything," Tae chuckles at Jin's nervous reaction. Jimin turns off the stove, "I'm going to the bathroom," he says, going upstairs even though there is a bathroom downstairs. Jimin goes into the guest room Jin slept in, and picks up his pile of clothes, bringing them to his nose.
He tosses the shirt and damp pants down to sniff at Jin's moist panties. Jimin's cock chubs in his sweats from the pungent smell of the omega's slick. He curses to himself, getting horny this early, ugh.
Jimin takes Jin's clothes and puts them in the bathroom hamper. He'll retrieve those panties again later for sure.
When Jimin goes back downstairs, he sees Jin sitting on the stool next to Tae, with Tae's hand resting on his smooth thigh. "Jimin-ie, I'm really sorry!" Jin blurts when he sees the blonde. "For?" Jimin gives a Tae a dangerous look, "Jin touched his *pussy* last night while listening to us *fuck*," Tae's wording makes Jin cover his red face in embarrassment. "Tae, don't be so crude," Jimin scolds him.
"I-I'm really sorry, Jimin. I shouldn't have been so perverted like that, please don't fire me!" Jin cries, "fire you? Why would we do that?" Jin shrugs, "buh-because I acted dirty in your house?"
Jimin pats Jin on the back, "if you think what you did was dirty you should've-" Tae shuts up when Jimin sneers at him, "my bad."
✧. ┊
After breakfast is over, Jimin brings Tae into the bathroom where he lets him smell Jin's soiled panties. "Holy fuck," Tae mouths in shock, "I *know*," Jimin grins.
"I have an idea," Tae says, returning the grin.
The two lovers press their cocks together, and Tae starts rubbing the cute omega's panties against them while they frot.
Jin's in the living room while this is going on, watching TV from the comfortable couch. He's laying in a position where his shirt is hiked up, his pussy visible to whoever would enter the room.
"I bet he'd be loud, and *whiny*," Tae groans, sliding Jin's panties down he and Jimin's cock. "*Fuck*, you think he's ever taken a knot before?" Jimin asks, picturing it in his head. "No, but imagine his cunt stretched around *two* knots," Tae's words make Jimin's cock leak a steady stream of pre.
They both end up cumming on Jin's panties, drenching them with thick seed. Jimin gives Tae a chaste kiss before walking out of the bathroom. Tae tosses the panties back into the hamper, leaving the bathroom too.
The couple go inside their room to get dressed.
Jin sits up on the couch, stretching and yawning. Out of the blue, he remembers something deathly important. He hops up and rushes upstairs, knocking on the duo's bedroom door. "Tae, Jimin! You have to be at a casting call today," Jin shouts through the door, Jimin cracks the door open, sticking his head out. "That's why we're getting ready, Jinnie!" It seems like the only one who'd forgotten was Jin, "oh," is all Jin says, walking back downstairs.
✧. ┊
Jin has to be taken home so he can get dressed too. He tells them not to come in, 'cause he'll be quick. Jimin taps on the steering wheel, humming while looking over Jin's villa. No slick words are exchanged between him and Tae.
Jin runs back out, climbing into the backseat and Jimin speeds down the road before he can even close the door properly.
"We can just pretend what happened last night simply didn't." Jimin says while looking at Jin through the rearview mirror, "that's fine," Jin cheerily replies.
✧. ┊
Arriving at the theatre, Jimin has to maneuver the vehicle through the crowd of fans and paparazzi. Once he parks, black SUVs quickly block them in, preventing anyone unsavory from approaching. The three men run inside the building where staff and auditionees are walking around the lobby.
Someone comes up to them and brings the trio into an empty auditorium where they sit in the front row.
"How long will this casting take?" Tae whispers to Jin, "five hours minimum," Jin murmurs back. "Okay, okay, I won't complain or huff about it. Did you hear me, *Jimin*?" Tae pulls on Jimin's arm, "for once," Jimin sarcastically retorts, ripping his arm away from Tae.
Fake smiles are plastered on Tae and Jimin's faces when the first person comes on stage.
✧. ┊
"I didn't like any of those people," Jimin says as they walk back into the lobby. "I think number 43 was pretty good," Tae says, "don't forget that *I'm* the director and you're the actor," Jimin snaps at him. "Shouldn't I have more say since I'll be in the same *film* as whoever we pick?" Tae chides, giving him a light shove. "This is *my* movie, Tae," Jimin reminds him, "this is literally not your job! You shouldn't even be here!" The blonde goes on. Jin watches them argue in silence.
"'S not even *your* movie, you're a director and no more. If you have such an issue with me, why don't find another film to be in? Hm, then what?" Tae threatens, "you're so annoying." Jimin grumbles while they walk out to their car.
The SUVs surrounding it pull off, allowing Jimin to back out, and drive through the small crowd that remains. Jin gets dropped off at home where he drives from there to his office.
✧. ┊
"Jimin-ie," Tae calls to his partner, "what?" Jimin's sitting on one of the living room sofas, playing around with a puzzle. "Remember that *thing* we talked about a few months ago?" Jimin looks up at, confused. "What *thing*?" Tae sits beside him, and starts helping with the puzzle, "the baby *thing*," Tae clarifies as he puts four pieces together, "what about it?" Jimin asks, glancing at Tae.
"We discussed getting a surrogate, right?" Jimin nods, "yeah." Tae exhales before saying, "what about Seokjin?" Jimin sits back on the couch, burning a hole through Tae's head with how fierce he's staring at him. "You're sick," Jimin hisses and slaps Tae's arm, "I'm being serious, Jimin. Clearly, he likes us; clearly, we like him. We've known him for *years*! You'll scrunch your nose up at any other omega who comes near you. Strangers are usually picked as surrogates– wouldn't you want it to be someone you actually *know*?" Tae lectures, giving great reasons that even Jimin can't argue with.
"You aren't at all wrong, *but* you *really* think he'll agree to it?" Jimin asks and Tae shrugs, "there's no way he won't. We can make *sure* of that," Tae grins while saying this. "What do you mean?" Jimin interrogates his lover, "for the next two months we should take him out once or twice every week on a date, but not a date *date*. Keep it just subtle enough, y'know?"
Jimin ponders on this.
"Alright, Tae. Let's do it."
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ Two Months Later ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Tae and Jimin are sitting in Jin's driveway. He invited them over, saying it's finally his turn to do something nice for them.
"Isn't this convenient?" Tae says, "I guess," Jimin shrugs before they go inside of Jin's villa.
Jin greets them with a big hug in a tiny black dress. "Come over here," Jin takes them into his dining room. Jimin flicks Tae for staring at Jin's ass, "have some decorum," he whispers.
"Oh, Jinnie, did you cook this all by yourself?" Jimin asks in awe while looking at the platters of food sat on the table. "Yeah, it's no biggie." Jin says while filling his plate, "Tae," Jimin expectantly looks at the other. "It's definitely impressive," Tae adds.
They sit down and begin eating, talking about nothing too serious in-between bites and sips of the brandless sparkling water in their glasses.
After Jin picks up everyone's empty plates and dumps them in the sink, that's when Jimin decides to tell him of the proposal.
"Tae and I did some talking and we've decided that we want you to bear our children," Jin's jaw drops, "if you don't want to, it's fine, but we'd really like it to be you," Jimin finishes, awaiting an answer.
"Oh, and," Tae chimes in,"we want this to be a *natural* process, as in, no IVF or artificial insemination," Jin goes further into shock. That means they'll have to...
"I'll do it," Jin firmly says, "but how soon? You'll be going on tour in the next few weeks, and then there's the movie-" Jimin and Tae both groan at the reminder of their horribly full schedules.
"Can we actually postpone that shooting?" Jimin asks, "I'll have to see," Jin responds. He sounds professional, but he's losing his pretty little mind. Jin could faint at the mere thought of doing it with them .