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Pairings: vminkook x reader

Warnings:Crossdressing, anorexia, and disguised child abuse. Please read with caution if you think this might be triggering.  

Editor:@ditttiii​

I know it took forever, my brain kind of wants to die, but I’m actually excited for this chapter so let me know what you think

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A small scream slipped out of you as you dropped into a ball, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Close your eyes!” You cried, hoping whoever had just walked in hadn’t seen anything, and if they did, just assumed you had a closet fetish for dressing like a girl.

Your head pounded with the sound of your heart racing and your blood rushing. Eyes squeezed shut, you fought off the rising panic in your throat.

Silence ensued after a soft click of the door shutting and you waited with bated breath for someone to speak. You knew they were still in the room, you could feel their presence, but neither of you made a move or said a word.

Feeling pale as chalk, you tentatively opened your eyes, one at a time. You couldn’t help the way they snapped shut again at the sight of Taehyung before you.

“The other two will be up soon,” You flinched at the sound of his deep voice, “if you don’t want them to find out, I’d get dressed.”

Your head jerked up, eyes meeting his intense, expressionless stare. What was he thinking? What did he suspect? Was he going to tell?

He wasn’t giving you anything to go on!

Diverting your attention to the floor, you muttered, “Don’t look.”

He didn’t argue and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him silently leave the room.

Your thoughts raced as you rushed to get dressed (in the safety of a locked bathroom). You had just pulled down your pullover sweater when someone burst through the door.

“Ellie~” You hated the way your chest clenched when Jimin singsonged the nickname.

You cleared your throat anxiously before answering “in here”, not trusting that Taehyung had kept what he’d seen a secret.

Packing your belongings into your shower bag, you nervously ran a hand through your hair and stepped out from the bathroom.

You didn’t even make it a full step before an overexcited Jimin ran into your arms, coming to hide behind you.

Once the moment of surprise passed, you understood the situation as Jungkook came barreling into the room after him. His eyes flit across the room, swiftly settling on you and it was clear that he was calculating the fastest way to get Jimin. You shrunk back into the man perched behind you, preparing for impact. Jimin giggled.

“Wait, wait, wait,” You held up your available hand, hoping to delay Jungkook’s attack until after you were out of the way. Whatever Jimin had done had nothing to do with you and you were pleading for Jungkook to remember that.

Jungkook’s sharp gaze turned to you, “This is aiding and abetting.”

You couldn’t stop the surprised scoff that left you at his unexpected words. Turning to look over your shoulder, you asked, “What did you do?”

Pulling back, he raised his hands and shook his head innocently.

“Nothing!” He promised.

Taking the opportunity to move away, you shuffled over to your bed, placing your shower bag on the floor. At that moment, Taehyung waltzed in and took in the commotion in the room, his eyes hesitating a second longer on you. Your shoulders tensed and your heartbeat picked up, but he didn’t say anything and instead turned his attention to the other two.

Jungkook and Jimin were shoving each other, but it was obvious from the massive smiles on their faces that it was all fun and games. When they noticed Taehyung, they split apart and Jimin went over to him and slid an arm over his shoulders. Taehyung didn’t react, having some kind of silent conversation with Jungkook that sent your nerves spiraling.

Jimin didn’t seem to have any interest in the exchange, which made you feel a little less paranoid, but you still had unease set deep inside you. His hand was absentmindedly tracing patterns into Taehyung’s clavicle, his gaze lazily tracing the room until it landed on you. The unexpected eye-contact almost made you jump, but you managed to shove down the instinctual response. The mischievous grin that made its way onto his lips had you fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. You didn’t know what that look meant and you were afraid to find out.

In a way that almost looked like he was dancing, Jimin turned away from Taehyung and took a step towards you.

“You guys don’t usually come back on the weekends,” You forced out in an attempt to stop Jimin from coming too close and making your stomach feel funny.

Although he didn’t embrace you in one of his hugs, he did come to sit beside where you stood and grabbed your hand, playing with your fingers absentmindedly.

Would you ever get used to how familiar he acted with you? As far as he knew, you were a boy. Why was he being so touchy? Was he into men? You didn’t know what to think or how to act, so you just did your best to ignore it.

“Jimin wanted to see you,” Jungkook outed with a giggle. You stiffened.

“Yeah, after Jungkook mentioned that it might seem like we were avoiding you,” Jimin tugged at your hand to get you to look at him, “You know we aren’t avoiding you, right?” He looked up at you with wide, sincere eyes.

You gulped, barely managing a nod. It hadn’t even occurred to you that they might be avoiding you. They didn’t have any reason to be around you in the first place, much less a reason to avoid you. At least they didn’t have a reason until…

You glanced at Taehyung. He’d moved to lay on his bed, Jungkook beside him, staring at you. His hair was getting longer, reaching past his cheeks now. He pulled off the overgrown-mane look much better than you did.

“Let’s go eat something,” Taehyung suggested, suddenly sitting up. Jungkook lit up at the idea, scrambling off the bed.

“Korean barbeque?” He looked like a bunny, bouncing after Taehyung.

Because your attention was diverted, you didn’t notice Jimin leaning closer until it was too late. You let out a squeal as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up.

“Let’s go!” He cheered, manhandling you out the door.

“I don’t—wait!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Jungkook joined in and you were muscled into the elevator.

Jimin started rattling off all the reason’s Korean barbeque was the superior food as Jungkook pressed the button for the ground floor and the elevator doors slid shut.

“What’s your favorite food?” You jumped at the unexpected voice in your ear and turned to see Taehyung tilting his head curiously at you.

Jimin and Jungkook fell silent, looking equally as curious to know your opinion.

“I-I don’t know.” It was the most honest answer you could give.

“Have you ever tried Korean food?” Jungkook asked. You were hesitant to answer because if you said no, then they would probably force you to try it, and if you said yes…well that was a straight up lie, one you had no way to back up.

You shook your head no and held in the dread as they took your hands and waited for the doors to open.

When the four of you got to the parking lot, a fight of who got shotgun broke out, but it quickly changed to a fight over who got to sit next to you.

“You’re his roommate! You get to spend time with him all the time!” Jimin accused Taehyung.

“No, I’m too busy with you two.” He denied calmly.

“What about me?” Jungkook whined.

“It’s your car, you have to drive,” Jimin waved off, turning back to Taehyung. You felt like the new toy in kindergarten that everyone wanted to play with.

“Don’t fight, I’ll just stay here. You guys go have fun.”

You all ended up on the bus.

The four of you had had to squish into two seats as the bus continued to fill with people. Taehyung had the window seat, staring out silently, you were half on his seat, half on Jungkook’s — who sat in the aisle seat — and Jimin was perched on his knee, holding the pole for balance.

You’d never been in a bus so packed, but you supposed that being in the city now, there were a lot more people who used public transportation.

“I’m staying home next time.” You grumbled, shifting slightly as the uncomfortable plastic dug into your bum — or lack thereof.

Nobody responded though you were sure that at least Taehyung had heard you.

The ride wasn’t long, (thank goodness) but your muscles were still becoming sore from clenching so hard in an attempt not to slam into either man every time the bus made a turn.

Jimin was up and excusing his way off the bus before you’d even realized it was your stop, Jungkook not far behind him. You immediately noticed the absence of Jungkook’s heat, though, and scrambled to follow after them. Of course, you had the decency to make sure Taehyung was following, unlike the other two who hadn’t bothered to look back even once.

Stepping out of the bus felt like stepping back into a room with breathable air. You weren’t sure you’d ever appreciated space so much.

Looking around, there weren’t many people on the streets, but that made sense as the weather was getting colder and no one wanted to be outside. You definitely didn’t want to be outside. The cold crept inside your bones like regret, leaving you shivering on the sidewalk.

“Where to?” You pushed, eager to get inside.

Jungkook must’ve noticed you stuffing your hands deep into the pockets of your ill-fitted jeans because he bounced over and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. With him hanging off you like an overgrown sloth, you both shuffled after Taehyung and Jimin, who led the way.

You’d had the entire bus ride to get used to their proximity, but you still weren’t completely comfortable with it. Your friends back home had always seen you as a little too fragile to manhandle or roughhouse, but they’d never questioned your weight because you’d always been an underweight kid, and well, they were male.

With Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook, you were afraid to show weakness or fragility, fearing they might ask questions about your health. With any normal person that wouldn’t have been an issue, but those three were just so damn touchy.

Jungkook’s warm breath fanned across your neck, creating goosebumps on your skin, but you resisted the shiver that threatened to follow.

You didn’t end up having to walk far, the smell of Korean barbeque filling your senses.

“Smells good, huh?” There was a smugness to Jimin’s expression, prompting you not to respond and you shifted your gaze to the road.

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After a waiter put hot coals into the small barbeque in the center of the table, you eagerly held out your hands to the warmth it gave off. You’d been inside for more than fifteen minutes and you had yet to stop shivering. In fact, the shivering had gotten worse.Jimin worried his bottom lip as he assessed you and you gave him, what you hoped, was a reassuring smile.

The more pressing issue was the heavy smell of food in the air that caused your stomach to roll. You hadn’t eaten in a while and the richness of it all was making you nauseous — though you weren’t about to admit that.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook ordered for you, as you’d never tried anything Korean before. It was all their favorites and you were intimidated by the amount when everything was set on the table.

“Try this!” Jimin ordered, thrusting what looked like salsa dipped cabbage in your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to deny the beautiful man, so you opened your mouth and took the bite, knowing full well you’d be throwing everything up later that night. The pleased look on all their faces made it worth it.

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Pairings: vminkook x reader

I know It’s short, I’m sorry, I’ve been dealing with some things at home. I haven’t had a chance to edit this because I just really wanted to get it out. Tomorrow morning I’ll edit it! Thank you for all the love and support, I love you.  

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Classes soon started and for a little over a week, you didn’t see much of your roommate or his friends. The few times you had run into them had been brief and barely more than a “hey,” before someone was rushing out the door or to a class.

You’d also learned pretty quick just how well known the trio was, although to you, their popularity didn’t quite add up because they didn’t really do anything. At least not that you’d seen.

You were lounged under a tree in one of the courtyards with the two friends you’d managed to make, when the topic of Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook came up.

“Man, look at them. Their life seems so easy!” Gabriel, your lanky red-headed friend groaned, his words saturated with jealousy.

You paused reviewing your notes, glancing up to follow his gaze to the three men that had just walked out of one of the lounge areas. Nothing they were doing was any different from the dozen other students scattered around the courtyard, so you looked to your friend quizzically.

“It does?”

Your second friend, Cody, piped up, “Yes! Look at them! They’re so handsome, rich, and everyone around them loves them!”

You didn’t really understand how that made studying, passing tests, and generally living college life easy, but for all you knew, it could.

“Oh,” your interest ended there and you returned to your notes.

Conversation died down after that, everyone resuming their studies. A good ten minutes of comfortable silence passed before something happened.

“Want a bite?” You, Cody, and Gabriel all jumped at the unexpected presence as a piece of sushi was held in front of you, Jimin’s recognizable ringed fingers expertly holding it with chopsticks.

You leaned to the side, turning your head back to look at the man crouched behind you. His blonde hair was brushed back, highlighting the earrings dangling from his ears, and with the way the sweater he wore hung loosely on his frame, you weren’t entirely convinced it was his.

You managed to shake your head at his offer, too scared to open your mouth for fear you would stutter. He pouted at your denial and as if it was a reflex to his disappointment, your mouth dropped open. Grinning, he shoved the sushi slice into your mouth before you had a chance to change your mind.

Gauging your reaction as you slowly chewed, he smiled blindingly.

“It’s good, right?” He encouraged a response so you nodded. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sushi.

A clearing of the throat grabbed your attention and you turned to your friends. They both looked at you with wide, questioning eyes.

Your ears got hot and you reached for your water bottle to wash down the bite of food. You almost choked when Jimin made himself comfortable next to you, giving the others with you a nod, his expression neutral. Polite.

Gabriel and Cody were all too excited to introduce themselves, no doubt hoping to get in Jimin’s friend circle. The three boys chatted for a bit, but Jimin didn’t seem particularly interested in what they were saying and you were suddenly much too shy for casual conversation. A common occurrence when Jimin, Taehyung, or Jungkook were involved.

Eventually, Taehyung and Jungkook wandered over as well — much to Gabriel and Cody’s delight. Your hands became clammy as you avoided their gazes, eyes repeatedly scanning over the same paragraph in your notes but not retaining any information.

After that, word got out that you were Taehyung’s roommate and people seemed to think that meant you were somehow super close with the three men, which was not true.

“What are they like? You know, behind the scenes.” You were asked, having been cornered after class by a few peers.

“Uh-I, I’m not sure?”

“Can I come over to yours?”

“I don’t think that’s…” You struggled to find words.

“We should be friends!”

“A-alright.”

“Do you want to grab lunch with-” 

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” You abruptly cut off, hating the amount of attention that was on you. Ducking away, you rushed back to your dorm room.

When you reached your dorm, you were overjoyed to find it unoccupied. You’d met your quota of human interaction for the week and planned to stay in the dorm until your next class on Monday. You were excited because you found that on the weekends, Taehyung & Company were nowhere to be found.

Dumping your belongings onto your bed, you dug around in your bag for your notebook and laptop. Taking a seat at the shared desk between yours and Taehyung’s bed, you buckled down and did your homework.

It took a few hours, but eventually, all your work was finished and you were able to just relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. First, though, you wanted to take a shower.

Gathering all your necessary belongings, you slipped into the bathroom and began our shower routine.

About 45 minutes later, you were out and getting ready to get dressed, only to realize you must’ve dropped your underwear on the floor.

Peaking your head out the door, your eyes searched the room to make sure it was still empty. It was. You stepped out, your hair in a towel, clothes in hand, eyeing the floor for your underwear.

Furrowing your brow, you became confused when you didn’t see them. You were sure you’d grabbed a pair.

Standing in the center of the room, you turned around for one last once over of the room. You did a double-take, noticing what looked suspiciously like your underwear in the little space between the end of your bed and the chest.

You didn’t even get the chance to make a move towards them before the door swung wide open…

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The two’s argument, that lasted all the way back to the dorms, luckily came to an end when their attention was diverted by a group of men walking by. You concluded that Jungkook and Jimin were on very good terms with the group because they stopped helping unpack the car, wandered over, and began a very animated conversation with the group. Well, Jimin was animated, Jungkook was noticeably calmer.

Although you were relieved to once again be a part of the background, you were nervous to go back to your room without them. You didn’t know if Taehyung would be there and you weren’t quite ready to face him alone yet. You knew your fear was irrational — he was your dorm-mate, you’d have to face him at some point.

Stuffing two pillows under your arms, you struggled to collect all the bags in your hands. The lack of muscle on your thin and lanky frame proved an issue as you attempted to lift everything out of the trunk. Determined, you successfully heaved it out and trudged to the door. Using your elbow, you bumped the handicap button and the doors slowly swung open. Making your way to the elevator, the weight of everything making you waddle somewhat, you again used your elbow to try and press the button. After your third unsuccessful attempt, you huffed and set down all the bags, stuffing one of the pillows between your legs and angrily jabbed at the stubborn ‘up’ arrow. You glared at the steel doors in wait.

“Ellliee!” You heard him complain moments before he draped himself over you.

Never in your life had someone made you as uncomfortable as Jimin. Most men were put off by you — your soft features and smaller build making them fear their sexual orientation being questioned. A stupid fear, because so what? But they feared it all the same. Jimin, of course, being twice as beautiful as you had no reason to fear this. Not to mention, nothing and no one seemed to deter him and he acted like everyone was his best friend. It wouldn’t surprise you if everyone was his best friend.

Now, you didn’t exactly dislike him, but he definitely put you on edge. From what you’d learned in the hours you’d known him was that he was very touchy-feely. Always hanging off someone as if he lacked the ability to hold himself up. He was too comfortable and you were nevercomfortable.

Gently shrugging him off, so as not to hurt his feelings, you bent down to resituate the pillow back under your arm. As you began picking the bags back up, the distinct ding of the elevator met your ears.

Helping you out, almost absentmindedly, Jimin grabbed half the bags and stepped confidently into the small metal box. Making a move to follow his lead, you jumped when his head popped back out.

“Guess he’s taking the stairs,” he laughed when he didn’t see Jungkook. You didn’t comment.

As the doors closed and you slowly began to rise up, you can’t help it as your eyes trail to the man next to you. His attention is on whatever is on his phone screen, leaving you with the opening to admire his beauty. His jawline was surprisingly sharp, contradicting his otherwise soft facial features, rings adorned almost all of his fingers and you wondered if it was painful to hold the bags.

“Is Taehyung going to be there?” The words came out before you could properly think them through.

Luckily Jimin didn’t seem to think much of it as he shrugged, “I doubt it. I think he wants to avoid you about as much as you want to avoid him.”

You tried not to flush at his words, embarrassment coursing through you. Were you really that see-through?

Thankfully the arrival of your floor saved you from having to respond.

Unlocking your respective door, you dropped everything off by the bed.

“Ready to go?” Jimin asked, almost impatiently.

Just the thought of seeing Taehyung again had your stomach rolling, making you feel ill. He was scary.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay here and unpack,” you motioned back to your stuff.

Before Jimin could argue, Jungkook came in, unannounced.

“You didn’t hold the elevator,” he glared at Jimin.

You shrunk back under his stare, there was no way you were going out with them now, especially with Jungkook upset.

“More importantly, you don’t want to come and eat with us?” Jimin seemed genuinely offended as he turned to frown at you and you suddenly felt the pressing urge to take back your words, just to please him and return his smile.

Jungkook sobered up, “You don’t want to come?”

“I-I,” you felt like puking. It’d been a long time since you’d been this nervous.

“How can you not want to go? Le Fabricant de Pain has the best food in the world!” Jimin continued and Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Did you do something?” He accused Jimin.

Jimin looked affronted, “No!”

“Please ignore Jimin, he has no respect for personal boundaries,” Jungkook apologized sincerely, for the first time all day looking genuinely annoyed with Jimin.

“I didn’t!” He insisted, hesitating for a second before looking at you. “Did I?”

You looked back and forth between the two.

“You guys should really go,” you said with a hint of finality, resisting the urge to wring your fingers. What you’d really meant was ‘You guys should really go eat without me’ but the words had gotten stuck in your throat and in turn come out of your mouth much too harshly.

They both looked visibly taken aback, not expecting your tone.

Jimin sobered, leaving the room without another word. Jungkook hesitated before following after him.

Shutting the door behind them, you let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be alone again, almost euphoric after the stressful morning you’d had.

Methodically, you began to unpack your things, willfully falling into a calm state.

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*Taehyung’s POV (ish)*

The morning sun glared too brightly through the restaurant window, aggravating the painful throbbing in his head. The fact that Jungkook and Jimin were late only furthered his bristling annoyance. Briefly, he wondered if his new roomie would be tagging along.

Elliot Wiley, 19, born in Quincy, Illinois. 4.0 average, received a scholarship to St. Helena’s University. He mentally ran over everything he knew about the man he now shared a room with.

Man. He almost scoffed. Boy fit his character much more.

A firm clap on Taehyung’s back broke him from his thoughts. Immediately, he noticed the change in Jimin’s mood, his normal bubbly attitude considerably dampened as he sat across from Taehyung without a word.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook accusingly as he sat beside him, “What happened?”

Jungkook shrugged, “Elle told us to leave, Chim is upset,” he explained.

Taehyung raised his brows. Elliot didn’t strike him as the kind of person to say no to anyone, much less ask them to leave him alone. And as much as Elliot didn’t seem like one to say no, Jimin didn’t like to be told no. His mood was expected under the circumstances.

“Does he know you call him that?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back into his chair and took a sip from his iced tea.

“Call him what?” Jungkook had already moved on from the conversation and turned his attention to the menu, even though Taehyung knew he was going to get what he always got. The only thing that ever changed was his drink order.

“Elle.”

“Yes. It fits him better, don’t you think?” Jungkook responded, not looking up.

Taehyung hummed thoughtfully.

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You walked out of the bathroom in clean clothing, towel drying your freshly washed hair, and jumped a little when an unexpected knock sounded at the door. Curiously, you cracked open the door. Standing on the other side were two overly excited females. You held back a grimace and instead forced a smile, opening the door a little more. They both looked a little startled at your appearance, but it didn’t deter them.

“Yes?” You urged, brows raised.

“Hey, i-is Taehyung Kim here?” One asked. She had bright magenta hair that complemented her caramel skin tone nicely. Not that you would ever tell her and risk focusing her attention on you.

You shook your head, “He’s out with some friends,” you made sure your words were vague enough that no one could be mad at you for spilling beans.

The girls simultaneously drooped and you almost smirked. It was much easier to be amused by pining girls when it wasn’t directed at you.

“Do you know when they’ll be back?” The second girl questioned hopefully. She was much shorter than her friend, looking like she barely stood at 5’0.

“I do not,” You feigned sympathy.

“Okay,” Purple hair sighed, discouraged.

After a few moments of silence, you piped up, “Was there something else? I can pass along a message,” please don’t make me pass along a message.

“No…” Shortie blushed, refusing to look you in the eye.

“Okie-dokie, have a good day,” you waved, quickly closing the door so as not to give them any more chances to talk.

Sighing, you swan dove onto your bed with a huff. Everything from the shopping trip had been unpacked, you just needed to wash the sheets before she could make the bed.

Standing back up, you gathered everything you needed and headed to the dorm laundromat.

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Three hours later, you were laying down on your clean bedding, nose deep in a fat book. You tensed, though, when you heard muffled voices outside the door and from what you could make out, most of it was not in English.

You almost didn’t recognize Jimin’s voice as he came barging into the room, Taehyung commenting something back, following him into the room, but you couldn’t understand any of it. You were frozen, your book clenched tightly in front of your face.

Another response was thrown, followed by what was definitely Jimin’s laugh.

“I don’t know why I’m friends with you,” Taehyung grumbled in English and you could hear someone sit on the bed across from yours.

“Ellie!” You barely had time to brace herself before Jimin jumped on you.

“Oof!” You wheezed, not prepared for a grown man to pounce on you.

“Nice Chim, two times in a day,” Jungkook teased carefully, but you couldn’t see anything past the curly locks and blue eyes that stared down at you.

“Hello,” you breathed, still a bit in shock.

He grinned, teeth showing proudly, “Hey”

“You’re a bit heavy,” you whispered, trying to gently push him off you.

“And you’re a bit bone-y!” He laughed, rolling off you and onto the mattress beside you. Your breath hitched at his words, but just like that, his attention was back on the other two boys.

“He’s going to get annoyed at you again,” Jungkook gently advised, sitting next to Taehyung and for the first time that you’d encountered, Jimin hesitated and looked at you warily.

“I’m not annoyed,” you assured, offering an uncomfortable smile. Jimin relaxed immediately, crashing back into the mattress.

“What are you reading?” He asked and you had to resist flinching when he leaned so close that you could feel his breath on you. You immediately handed him the book, hoping he’d back up. Jungkook started a quiet conversation with Taehyung, threatening to divert your attention to them.

“Inheritance,” you finally answered, although you knew it was pointless because he was already flipping through the pages.

“Eragon is the first book, right?” He asked, unexpectedly interested.

“Yeah,” you smiled more genuinely, pushing yourself upright so that you were sitting and subtly scooting further from his warm body. You were especially uncomfortable at the desire coursing through you to move closer to his warmth.

“Do you recommend the series?” He wondered, his eyes alight with curiosity. You nodded numbly, not sure what to say.

“It’s good,” you finally got out.

He nodded, handing you the book back and resting his head on his arm. He started absentmindedly fiddling with your comforter, looking exhausted and you recalled him mentioning that Taehyung hadn’t gotten much sleep and you wondered if he, too, hadn’t slept. You’d initially written it off as goofing off and too much partying, but the melancholy look in his eye had you second guessing that assumption.

“Jimin, if you’re going to sleep, take out your contacts.” Taehyung suddenly commented, cutting off Jungkook in the middle of whatever he’d been talking about.

Sleep?! It was your bed! He couldn’t possibly be so bold…could he?

Before Jimin could respond, you shuffled down the bed, hopping off the end and making an escape to the small bathroom. You were in there for a good ten minutes, staring at yourself in the mirror, wracking your brain for what to say, what to do. You’d never been in this situation before, never been around people quite so shameless.

Finally flushing the toilet (even though you hadn’t used it), you washed your hands and crept back into the room. It seemed whilst you were in the bathroom, everyone had settled in. Taehyung was laying on his back, phone in his hand, Jungkook was sat beside Taehyung, on his laptop (that you had noticed on his bedside table earlier) and Jimin was out cold on your bed, leaving you at a loss as to what to do. He wasn’t taking up a lot of space, hardly any in fact, but you were still hesitant to return onto your bed.

You didn’t understand why your body and mind was reacting the way it was, you’d been around men your entire life! Men were usually a comfort zone for you, so why did these three cause your heart to race and your mind to get muddled? Sure, Taehyung had snapped at you one time, but that didn’t explain how you felt about the other two.

Taehyung must’ve noticed your hesitation because he spoke up.

“I can move him,” he offered, shocking you. Jungkook glanced up curiously before returning his attention to whatever he’d been doing.

Taking in Jimin’s peaceful expression, you just couldn’t bring yourself to ask Taehyung to disturb him.

Could this possibly be what it was like to have friends? Friends shared things, right? Friends slept over. For fucks sake you were rooming with someone now, you should get used to having people over.

“No, it’s alright,” you mumbled, very carefully climbing over Jimin, picking your book up and continuing where you left off.

The hours passed in a blur as you were sucked into the land of dragons and monsters. You didn’t even notice Jungkook leave or Taehyung fall asleep. It wasn’t until the light coming through the window became too dim to read with that you realized what time it was.

Biting your lip, you gave yourself a moment to gather the courage to wake Jimin up.

“Hey,” you whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.

No response. You tried again.

“Jimin, wake up,” you still kept your volume low, not particularly wanting to wake up Taehyung.

This time, Jimin gave a response, rolling over. Your heart jumped in panic when he rolled towards the edge of the bed and you thoughtlessly grabbed at his waist in an attempt to catch him before you fell.

Of course, because the man weighed twice as much as you, he took you both over the edge.

“Shit!” You hissed as you felt gravity take you both down and winced as you landed on top of him. The petty part of you absently called karma for jumping on you, but you were quick to brush the thought away.

You both let out a groan, but he actually started laughing quietly.

You looked down at him in confusion.

“You didn’t have to body slam me to the ground, or is this revenge for this morning? I didn’t take you for vindictive,” he chuckled with a wince as he brought his hand up to rub the back of his head.

You quickly scrambled off him, “N-no! Of course not!”

He sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings and your eyes widened at his brown ones before you remembered Taehyung telling him to take out his contacts. Habitually, you copied Jimin and did a once over of your surroundings, doing a double take when you saw Taehyung’s head resting on the edge of his bed, one eye peeking up at you.

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Summary & Masterlist

Pairings: vminkook x reader

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You were jerked awake by the ceiling light being suddenly flipped on. Squinting, you rolled onto your back, gazing around in confusion.

Glaring at you, a storm brewing in his eyes, was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. His hair was dark and wavy, falling into his anger-filled eyes and you wondered if he was a god. It took you entirely too long to stop staring and realize it was just your roommate.

“Move your shit” he growled, aggressively kicking your bags closer to your bed. It dawned on you that he must’ve tripped over them when he got up to use the bathroom. It had been so dark when you’d arrived that you hadn’t realized just how far away from your bed you’d placed them.

“I’m so sorry!” You gasped, sitting up and reaching over to pull them onto the bed. He just huffed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

You squeezed your eyes closed in regret and fell back onto the bed, completely embarrassed, “I’m such an idiot.”

By the time he came back out, you were rolled back onto your side, facing the wall and pretending to be asleep. You wanted to avoid his confrontation for as long as possible.

You heard him roughly shut the light off and crawl back into his bed. You waited, counting the seconds that turned into minutes before rolling onto your back and staring up at the ceiling. The moon shining through the window cast haunting shadows across the room and although you hadn’t expected it, the presence of your roommate actually made you feel better. You weren’t facing the shadows alone. With that thought, your eyes drifted shut.

***

“Wake up sunshine!” You barely had time to open your eyes before a figure landed right on top of you, a feral grunt escaping your lips at their weight.

“Oh shit!” They exclaimed when they realized.

“Chim?” Someone else questioned, flipping on the light. You shied away as the person scrambled to get off you.

“Apparently Tae’s roommate got in a little early,” the so-called Chim replied, sounding a bit sheepish.

“What is going on?” A deep, raspy voice quieted the two males down.

“Tae!” Chim cried in excitement, jumping onto the other bed.

Your roommate grunted at the weight, much like you had, but he was strong enough to roll out from under him and face the wall, pulling his blanket over his head. Chim sat up and looked over at your undoubtedly disheveled appearance.

“Sorry I jumped on you, we were told you wouldn’t be here till this afternoon,” You got a better look at him now that he wasn’t moving around. His curly blonde locks were wild and untamed as he ran a hand through it apologetically, his eyes were a starling icy blue and his white v-neck shirt hung off one of his well-defined shoulders delicately. It was unreal how beautiful the man was and if you were any less awake you would have thought him a god, too. Aphrodite, maybe.

“You jumped on him?” the 3rd, unidentified male echoed, shifting uncomfortably. He had dark hair, brushed neatly across his forehead, big brown eyes, and multiple earrings dangling from both of his ears. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his black jeans, and in fact, everything he wore was black; his hoodie, his jeans, the aircraft carriers he had disguised as shoes. All black and yet somehow he was pulling the look off as ‘cool’ instead of ‘emo and depressed’. He, too, was unrealistically beautiful.

“It’s not like I meant to!” Chim defended, panicked.

“It’s okay” You murmured, rubbing your sternum where his elbow had jabbed into it.

“I’m Jungkook,” the man in black introduced, a subtle accent peeking through.

You gave him a smile, albeit a little strained, and returned the introduction, “Elliot.”

Sitting up, you brought your knees to your chest, turning your attention to Chim on the bed opposite yours. He was mimicking your positioning, not mockingly so, and bringing his knees to his chest. You briefly wondered what material his skinny jeans were made of for them to so comfortably stretch over his impressive thighs like that.

“I’m Jimin! Again, sorry for the…” He trailed off, motioning to the bed with a sheepish grin. His accent was much stronger than Jungkook’s, but you still had no idea where it was from.

“You’re fine,” you really wished he would stop bringing it up.

“You’re Tae’s new roommate?” Jungkook changed the topic, likely having noticed your discomfort.

“Tae?” You trailed, turning your head to take in the slumped figure on the bed.

“Taehyung,” the said man corrected sharply, raising his head to glare at the three of you. Jimin smirked and leaned back into him, letting his legs fall down again whilst Jungkook just gave you a small, somewhat awkward smile.

Focusing back on you, Jimin tilted his head to the side. “You have no,” he paused, motioning to the naked mattress, “bedsheets.”

You looked down, “I was going to get them yesterday, but I got in later than I’d thought,” you explained sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck.

“We can take you?” That was the last thing you’d expected from the quiet one in black. From anyone really. You were more of a lone wolf, help wasn’t something you offered or accepted often.

“Who’s we?” You asked hesitantly, glancing over at your roommate’s slumped figure. He’d raised into a sitting position and was heavily leaning into Jimin, obviously the least awake out of all of us.

“Ah, ignore him. He hasn’t slept much the past week,” Jimin waved off and Jungkook nodded in affirmation

Taehyung rolled his eyes and got up, causing you to flinch back. The movement caught his attention, but he disregarded it as he stalked into the bathroom.

“Is bedding the only thing you need?” Jungkook wondered aloud, eyeing your small bags doubtfully.

“It’s okay, I can get everything myself,” you assured, rifling through the duffle for a clean shirt.

“This is your first year though, right?” Jimin asked as Jungkook took a seat on Taehyung’s bed.

“Yes…” Where was he going with this?

“This is our third year, so we know where everything is,” he continued.

“Oh, okay,” you caved, realizing they weren’t going to let it go. Glancing warily at the bathroom, you leaned back into the bed, perfectly happy to wait for Taehyung to finish if it meant avoiding him.

“Tae! Hurry up!” Jimin yelled when he realized your train of thought.

Taehyung stepped out of the bathroom with a glare and you shrunk back in fear of his wrath. Deciding that you could just go in your pajamas, you grabbed some socks and shoes and hurriedly put them on.

“You aren’t going to change?” Jimin asked in confusion, completely unphased by Taehyung’s irritation.

“No, this is fine,” you brushed off, grabbing your coat and wallet before darting across the room and out the door.

“Hey, wait up!”

You frowned as the two men followed you, but you hesitated for them all the same.

“Don’t mind Taehyung, he’s just annoyed that he has to share a dorm,” Jimin explained, much to your confusion.

“What do you mean?” The words slipped out before you could process them.

“Tae usually has his own wing, but because they’re expanding the school this year, he has to live in the dorms until they’re done building,” he explained.

You came to the conclusion that Taehyung was very well off if he had his own wing. Clearly spoiled too, if his bratty actions were anything to go by.

“I’m sorry if he’s been unpleasant. I’ve known Tae for a long time, I know he can be…difficult sometimes,” Jungkook spoke up quietly from behind.

“He hasn’t done anything,” you quickly diffused, knowing that it was your fault for leaving your bags in the middle of the room, anyways.

Both Jimin and Jungkook looked at you skeptically.

“Where to first?” You changed subjects, uncomfortable with the attention that was on you.

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You had never met a guy that liked to shop as much as Jimin did. If you’d had it your way, you’d have been in and out two hours ago, but the happy-go-lucky, and admittedly adorable, Jimin insisted on going down every aisle and showing you anything he found minutely interesting.

“Softer is better, there’s no way anyone finds firm pillows comfortable,” Jimin snipped, glaring at the wide variety of pillows.

“Chim, they’re for Elle, not you,” Jungkook reminded softly, his ears reddening slightly when you looked shocked at his nickname for you

“Yeah! But as the guide, it is my job to make sure that he gets the best one!”

Jungkook ignored him, turning to you, “Which one do you want?”

“Either is fine!” You rushed out, not wanting them to be focused on you any longer than necessary. You were enjoying being the third wheel, it was as close as you’d ever gotten to comfortably being around friends.

“See Kook? I told you,” Jimin grinned, turning back to the pillows in satisfaction. After grabbing the soft pillow, he twirled back around, “alright, what’s next?”

A bit startled, you glanced to the basket of everything you needed, “that was the last item.”

“That’s all you’re getting?” Jungkook questioned in surprise.

“I don’t need much,” you shrugged, gripping the cart a little tighter.

“Oh, so we’re done then? Great, I’m starving!” Jimin pushed past, marching in the direction of the cashiers. Jungkook seemed to agree with him because he was right on Jimin’s tail.

Trailing after them slowly, a large part of you wished they’d go get food without you and leave you be, but a small, tiny, itty-bitty part of you wanted to go eat with them, wanted to makefriends.

“Hurry up!” Jimin called back, jumping onto a startled Jungkook’s back.

As you approached the checkout counter, Jungkook’s phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, he immediately answered, shrugging Jimin off and making his way out of the store for more privacy.

“Is that really all you need?” Jimin questioned, looking over everything, unconvinced.

“Yes,” in fact it was more than you had originally planned on getting.

“Man, you’re so easy. We went shopping with Tae last month and he was so needy!” You scrunched your brows together, unable to imagine that anything about Taehyung was needy.

As you were piling the bags back into the cart, Jungkook returned.

“Tae is going to meet us at Le Fabricant de Pain for lunch,” he explained, mostly addressing Jimin.

Jimin made a delighted groaning sound, startling you so much you almost dropped a bag.

“We haven’t been there in ages!” He exclaimed, turning his attention to you and continuing, “they have the best sandwiches.”

You nodded, having no real intention of eating anything. You hadn’t eaten a sandwich since you were 8 and if you wanted to keep your secret, it needed to stay that way.

“Come on, we’ll drop your stuff off at the dorm and then head over there,” Jimin said, taking the cart full of bags and walking out the store.

Looking back to the pretty cashier, you accepted her receipt with a shy head bow and an awkward smile before nervously following the boys out.

Noticing Jungkook was doing all the work to pack your things into the trunk of his car, you jogged up and quickly began helping.

“It’s okay, I can do it,” you insisted, grabbing ahold of the bag in his hand and receiving a funny look. He didn’t argue though and instead took the opportunity to join Jimin, who was already in the car connecting his music to the Bluetooth.

“Tae already revoked your rights to the Bluetooth,” you heard Jungkook scold quietly and you noticed that the longer you spent with them, the less you noticed their accents, which was frustrating because you still didn’t know its origin.

“But Tae isn’t here, is he?” You could hear the grin in Jimin’s words.

“No, but the rest of us haven’t suddenly gone deaf,” was Jungkook’s quipped response and the music was abruptly shut off. Personally, you hadn’t minded the song, but you weren’t about to speak up.

After pushing the empty cart off to the side and shutting the trunk, you came around to the passenger door and tapped 3 times on the window.

Jungkook’s car was only a 2 door Challenger, which meant Jimin had to get out and the seat had to be pulled up before you could get in.

He didn’t pay you much mind as he hopped out, still bickering with Jungkook. Luckily, the seat was on spring rollers, otherwise, you didn’t think you’d have had the upper body strength to pull it up.

“Huh, you like her too, right Elle?” Jimin addressed loudly over your shoulder as you climbed into the back seat, making sure Jungkook could hear him.

Jungkook interrupted before you had a chance to say anything, not that you had much to say on the matter anyway.

“You can’t ask him, just because you know you’re wrong.”

“That makes no sense!” Jimin disagreed, pushing the seat back roughly, unknowingly hitting you in the process. You bit your lip, bringing your knee up to your chest. He hadn’t hurt you, but you still didn’t want to be in the way.

The two’s argument continued all the way back to the dorms. Honestly, it was the most you’d heard Jade speak and you wondered if this was his true personality or if Jimin just annoyed him that much.

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Baby Talk - Part V

Holy moly here it is! After a long wait, finally the fifth installment of baby talk!

Guys this chapter kicked my butt, however, I’m so glad that I can share it with you now.

Thanks to @knjsnoona for the beautiful banner. And thank you to my lovely beta Ryn @queenofthedamnitfor motivating me. I love you both!

So please enjoy!

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, threatening a pregnant woman, injuries, jikook being dedicated boyfriends, mentions of aborting a dangerous pregnancy (I KnOW it’s a spoiler but it’s hard for some people) (If I forgot any please let me know).

Words: 5.7K (She’s short but emotional).

The car ride was tense.

Yoongi went with Jungkook and Jimin went with Namjoon.

They were bringing a squad of 45 people, armed and ready to hunt the hunters.

Yoongi was driving while Jungkook looked out the window. He was belted up with kevlar to ensure his safety, but looking at him he just looked like the young, scared man he was.

“You really love her huh?” Yoongi said.

“Yes, Jimin and I both do,” Jungkook answered without looking towards the older male.

“How?”

It was quiet for a moment before Jungkook spoke.

“She’s very selfless, but doesn’t know when to stand up for herself sometimes. She’s sweet, and caring in a way that isn’t outright. She’s really observant. I-I know it sounds silly but she meshes with Jimin and I so well that it’s almost scary. The idea of losing her now, I-I can’t even think that way,” Jungkook choked.

Yoongi nodded. “Love works in mysterious ways, and you should never question it. Just accept it. I know it’s not widely accepted, monogamy seems to be all the rage, but, go with your heart kid. If you all consent, you’re adults you can handle yourselves.”

Jungkook swallowed hard and nodded.

“If they hurt her or our children, I don’t know what I’ll do,” Jungkook whispered.

“We don’t know any specifics, just be patient and level headed. That’ll be the best mindset for you now. Don’t be too emotionally charged,” Yoongi suggested.

Jungkook took a shaky inhale before nodding at his friend.

“I hope you’re right.”

–

You woke up in restraints.

Your eyes were scanning the area, desperate for any way out.

Jungkook and Jimin’s voices over the phone. It made tears well in your eyes. What if you didn’t see them again? What if you and your babies were doomed?

No.

No.

You wouldn’t think like that.

They said they would come for you.

And when they did, you would tell them. Tell them how much you really care for them. And these children inside of you. With them is where you wanted to be. Forever.

A door behind you opened and darkness fell over your vision.

“Now, Miss Y/N, the clock is ticking. Tell us what we want to know and we’ll let you go.”

“I told you, I don’t know them. And if I did, you wouldn’t get them out of me,” you growled.

“Boss, they’re already bringing money. What else do we need from her?”

“Orders from the higher ups, doesn’t concern you,” one said flippantly. “Just do as you’re told.”

“Alright, time to go Miss Y/N,” a deep male voice spoke from behind you. You felt the restrains on your legs loosen.

Suddenly, tires squealing made you turn your head.

“Shit! Go go!” Someone yelled.

“No! Grab her first!”

Kicking your head back you fell hard on your shoulder, but you were fine otherwise. It would probably bruise, but getting away was far more important. Your hands were still tied behind your back but there wasn’t anything holding you to the chair anymore.

Scrambling to your feet, you wanted to defend yourself, but you couldn’t see anything.

“Lock her in! Don’t let them find her!”

“Just shoot her!”

“No! She’s still valuable, don’t!”

The random hollering didn’t help you find the exit, but you moved until you found the wall.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Someone grabbed you and pulled you to the side, holding your restrained hands in theirs.

“OPEN FIRE!” Someone screamed.

“Wait!” you cried.

Bullets pelted the building you were in. Breaking glass and even some getting through the walls.

“Pretty! Y/N!”

Jungkook’s voice was outside.

“Hold your fire!” A deep voice called from outside as well. It was similar to the one speaking on the phone.

“Take one more step and we will shoot her!”

“I fucking dare you to lay hands on her,” Jimin’s voice snarled.

“Here’s your money you filthy pigs,” Jungkook huffed.

“Give us Y/N,” Jimin said, voice dark and threatening.

“Bring her out,” a man yelled.

Suddenly, you were moving.

“Wait-hold on there’s no-”

“DUCK!”

“NO! Y/N MOVE!”

A huge explosion blew you backwards, slamming you into the large building.

You landed on your side, your ears were ringing. Everything was too warm.

Wetness was falling down your face.

“Fuck, run! Go, GO!”

Several pairs of feet started pounding the pavement.

“Get down! Get down now!”

Your mind was reeling. What happened? Did the place blow up? You certainly felt like you’d been blown up. Holy shit were you dead?

Coughing you tried to sit up but it felt like your shoulder was out of socket.

Remembering hearing them you cried out. “Jimin! Jungkook!” you sobbed.

“Pretty!? Where are you baby?”

“Y/N? Where are you sweetheart?

Both men’s voices were frantic, trying to find you.

“Y/N?”

“Namjoon?” you croaked.

“HERE! SHE’S HERE!” Namjoon yelled.

“Namjoon,” you whispered.

“Yes Y/N, I’m right here,” he eased, gingerly pulling the darkness away.

You looked and saw the face of your friend, sweaty and his eyes were swollen. Like he’d been crying. You whimpered and looked down.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried.

“Pretty?!”

“Sweetheart!?”

Soon, two sets of hands were on you.

“Oh God, your arm,” Namjoon said, looking down.

You did the same and saw your arm was definitely out of socket.

“Y/N,” Jimin said, urging you to look up.

“Jimin,” you hiccuped.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, moving to cut you out of your restraints.

“Oh fuck you’re bleeding,” Namjoon said, cradling your head in his hands.

“Namjoon,” a deep voice called. You turned and looked where Namjoon was walking.

“Yoongi did you call an ambulance?” Jungkook asked, turning his attention to your arm.

“They’re en route,” the man named Yoongi said.

“Are you two hurt anywhere?” you asked, raising your freed, uninjured hand to Jungkook’s cheek and then to Jimin’s.

“Nothing a few stitches won’t fix,” Jungkook teased.

“Don’t,” Jimin warned.

“We’re fine pretty, we’re worried about you,” Jungkook said, wiping your forehead.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” you said, sniveling.

“Baby, this had nothing to do with you. It’s our fault,” Jimin told you, easing you into his arms.

“But I should’ve-”

“No, Y/N, you’re not to blame here. And we’re sorry this-that you were-oh God Y/N, we were so scared,” Jungkook croaked out.

“Don’t cry,” you said, wrapping your hand around his.

“We can’t help it,” Jimin said, tears misting his vision as well.

“Jimin, Jungkook,” you began-when the wailing of sirens came around the corner.

“Later Y/N, right now, let’s focus on getting you and the babies some help.” Jimin cleared his throat and watched as a flood of more police and fire trucks came onto the scene.

Soon the paramedics grabbed you and got you onto a gurney. Jimin and Jungkook both were brought in with you, getting treatment for their own minor injuries.

The ride to the hospital was silent for the most part. You were exhausted from everything and Jimin and Jungkook were giving the paramedics your medical history. Fear gripped your heart as you felt a swirling in your stomach.

“W-Wait! Are the babies okay?” you asked, looking at a paramedic.

You felt a sharpness in your abdomen that made you gasp and look down.

“Looks like you’ve got some active little ones!” One gentleman said, a fondness spreading over his features.

“Really?” you asked, placing your hand on your stomach gingerly. A little jolt went through your hand.

“Jungkook, Jimin, I think the babies are kicking,” you whispered.

“Twins huh?” The paramedic said, looking at Jungkook and Jimin both.

“Well, congratulations, all three of you,” he smiled, something genuine and full of life. It made you feel better that’s for sure.

“Oh!” You gasped again, feeling the intensity of the kick.

“Can we feel, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, big doe eyes sparkling.

“Of course,” you announced, bringing both of their hands to your tummy. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you with wonder in their eyes. Full of tears and joy that you were back with them. And your children were safe.

Jungkook leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, Jimin following suit shortly after. You stared at the men and their bright smiles.

“Jimin, Jungkook-”

“Arriving, alright gentlemen we have to take her back but once she’s settled we’ll have both of you come back.”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to protest, but Jimin’s hand on his shoulder made him falter. He nodded and let the paramedics go forward, taking you on the gurney out of the ambulance and towards the hospital.

Damn it.

Twice now you haven’t been able to tell them.

You could scream.

But the swirling in your tummy reminded you, you have time.

All the time in the world.

You hoped.

—

Jimin was pacing furiously in the waiting room.

It had been at least two hours since the paramedics took you back.

What were they doing?

Were you okay? Were the babies okay?

God he could throw up.

Jungkook tried to get him to stop. He was making other people nervous, but Jimin snapped at him, making Jungkook retreat to the corner like a scolded puppy. He wanted to see you too, just as badly as Jimin. But he understood that Jimin’s anger was not something to be messed with.

After three hours Jimin was ready to barge through those doors.

He had half a mind to do just that, when a nurse came out with a big smile on her face.

“Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook?”

Both men scrambled over to her, making an older woman in the back chuckle lightly. Jungkook looked back and smiled sheepishly before the nurse began talking.

“So you’re both here for Y/N?”

“Yes,” Jimin said, grabbing Jungkook’s hand out of instinct.

“Well, good news! She’s all set to go home, she had some stitches put in her forehead and scalp area, we’ll give you paperwork and such that’ll tell you how to clean and care for the stitches. We did an ultrasound on the babies and they look healthy, no injuries. Other than that she has a couple scrapes and bruises but, those will heal fairly quickly. Since she did suffer a head injury someone should be with her in case of any disorientation or vertigo, she might even black out but the doctor’s did a scan and she didn’t have any internal bleeding in the brain so. Overall, she’s healthy and safe,” the nurse concluded.

Jimin took the paperwork from her and started signing for all the expenses when the door opened.

They’d given you a white hospital smock to wear that replaced your dirty and bloodied clothing. Jungkook rushed forward, taking the wheelchair from the receptionist. You were exhausted. They could see it plain as day on your face. They no doubt kept you from sleeping due to the head injury.

But the moment you saw them both your face lit up.

“Jimin, Jungkook-”

“Y/N!” The men yelled, dropping everything to wrap you up in a big hug. The nurse tutted, reminding them not to jostle you too much to avoid any rupturing of your stitches, but even she couldn’t be that mad. They looked relieved to see you.

“You’re alright? Nothing hurts does it?” Jimin worried, looking you over with keen eyes.

“Just my head hurts a bit, and it feels weird because of the stitches. But overall, I feel pretty good!”

“We’re so glad, we thought you were really hurt,” Jungkook whimpered.

“But you’re alright. And the babies are all healthy too, you’re incredible Y/N, we’re so lucky,” Jimin said softly.

“Can we go?” you asked, ready to be out of the wheelchair and free to do your regularly scheduled programming.

“Of course Pretty, come on,” Jungkook said, wheeling you out to the parking lot.

“Y/N!” Jin’s voice rang through the air.

“Y/N, thank God!” Namjoon said, holding onto Annie.

You smiled immediately upon seeing the sleepy little one in his arms. Instinctively, Annie smiled back at you, reaching forward. Your arms seemed to move on their own, grabbing her under the armpits carefully and bringing her into your embrace.

Jimin and Jungkook felt the air whoosh out of their lungs. You looked so perfectly maternal. Their hearts thudded against their chests, they shared a look and Namjoon smiled at the couple.

“Annie woke up from a nap to come see Auntie Y/N get out of the hospital,” Jin said with a gentle grin on his face.

“So glad she did,” Jimin said.

“She’s getting so big,” Jungkook announced, resting his head on your shoulder.

“She is,” you marveled, bouncing her lightly when she started to fuss.

“Well, Namjoon and I wanted to tell you that we have a room in our apartment that’s free for a little while, Jungkook and Jimin mentioned wanting to buy a house and we don’t feel comfortable letting you go back to that apartment, so, stay with us for a while?”

You looked down at Annie’s chubby face and beamed.

“Okay, yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed.

The men gathered you up and helped you get into the car.

Finally some peace.

–

There was no peace in your mind when you walked into Jin and Namjoon’s spare room.

It was like a bad fanfiction.

There was only one king bed in the middle of the room.

Jungkook had packed up some stuff for all of you for the next few days, until you could all figure out something to do.

Jimin set down the bags while Jin and Namjoon went to put Annie down for the night.

“There’s only one bed in here,” you said lamely.

“Yeah, no trouble though, we should all fit,” Jimin said, rubbing his chin contemplatively.

“Um,” you bit your lip lightly, trying not to full on panic at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as them.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you with concern.

“No no, I’m fine, it’s just. There’s only one bed,” you stated again, like a broken record.

“Yes…?”

“I just-”

“Y/N do you want us to get a hotel and you stay with Namjoon and Jin?” Jimin asked.

“No!” You said loud, making both men startle at your tone.

“Y/N, Pretty, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We’ll go and get a hotel, it’s late. You’re exhausted, just rest,” Jungkook said, moving towards the door, Jimin went to follow him when you gripped their wrists, effectively stopping them in their tracks.

“Y/N-”

They both started, like they wanted to appease you. But you weren’t having any of it.

“No. I don’t want you to leave me, and I don’t want to leave you.”

Both men felt hope glimmer in their chests. The rings Jungkook bought weighing heavy in his pocket, but they had to know.

Did… Did you feel the same as them?

“This whole time, you two have been nothing but genuine and kind to me. You’ve shown me… You’ve shown me what it’s like to have a family again and I-” you felt emotion well up in your throat. “I don’t want to give that up. These kids, you two, I don’t want to walk away… I-I can’t walk away, so please tell me if this is a pipe dream and I need to wake up or-or if there’s a chance at you both like me too-”

Jungkook couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Pretty!” He swooned, picking you up by your under arms and spinning you in the air.

“Us too, we like you too pretty, Y/N, darling.”

“W-what?” You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend Jungkook’s words.

“Y/N, sweetheart, we want to be with you and our children, we don’t want you to leave. Ever. Stay with us?” Jimin asked, coming over to Jungkook’s side and leaning his head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Yes! A million times yes,” you squealed, clinging to Jungkook and grabbing Jimin’s arms as well.

“Shall we make it official?” Jungkook asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the ring boxes.

Beautiful bands sat in their cushions, gleaming up at you with bright white diamonds in the setting. A beautiful ring shone from the middle box, white gold and a large sapphire surrounded by diamonds made your throat close in emotion yet again.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Jungkook gently slid the ring onto your finger, handing you a band.

“Do the honors for Jimin Pretty?”

You took the ring, gingerly sliding it onto Jimin’s finger and watching as he did the same for Jungkook. You all matched.

“Y/N, we’re so happy, I could just about burst,” Jungkook whispered.

“You’re all we’ve ever wanted, Sweetheart, truly,” Jimin smiled.

“Y-You guys wanted another partner?”

“We’ve discussed it in the past. But we weren’t certain until you came along,” Jimin said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Beautiful,” Jungkook said, bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss your ring gently.

“We’re so glad to have you, Y/N,” Jimin said, kissing your cheek.

Your heart felt so full. Like you were about to lose your goddamn mind. Fuck, you were gonna cry if they kept this up. Being pregnant will do that to you, and having two of the sweetest men alive confess their feelings for you.

God here come the waterworks.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder, his ring glinting in the light of the dim room.

You couldn’t help the tears however, you were so happy in this moment. With them, and your full belly making you even more joyous.

“I can’t help it, I’m just, so happy,” you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around their necks and bringing them closer to you. Well, as close as you could with your big bump.

“We’re happy too Pretty, so happy,” Jungkook said, kissing your head.

You were about to speak more when a yawn erupted from your mouth. You felt the full brunt of exhaustion hit you in the span of a few seconds. Had this really all happened in less than twenty four hours? Was that all it took for your life to change?

“I think it’s time for our princess to get some sleep,” Jimin stated.

“Most certainly. Come on pretty, let’s get you dressed and ready for bed,” Jungkook said, bringing you into the bathroom and helping you get all situated.

It was utter bliss. Truly.

–

Your heart was pounding.

Today was the day you’d figure out what you were having.

Jungkook and Jimin had been nothing but sweet to you for the entire week. They still hadn’t kissed you, but, that was a trouble for a different time. You’d all just been enjoying each other’s company, and Jin and Namjoon were there as well. Helping you while Jimin and Jungkook were at work.

But they both had taken the day off today.

Jungkook was sitting in the back seat with you, holding your hand while Jimin drove. Car sickness had suddenly taken a hold of you earlier in the week. Something you’d read could happen while pregnant. It didn’t mean it made you any less irritated at the fact you couldn’t even be in an elevator without wanting to vomit.

“You okay Pretty?” Jungkook asked, raising a brow at you.

You must’ve looked pretty rough, this was the third time he’d asked in a twenty minute car ride.

“I’ll be alright, I just need some water,” you said, taking a small swallow of your water bottle and giving him a weak smile afterwards. Jungkook’s brow furrowed and he kissed your hand.

:Jimin, baby, please hurry up, she’s not doing too well back here,” Jungkook said.

“Alright, just hang in there sweetheart,” Jimin said, looking in the rearview mirror at you.

Finally you rolled up to the clinic. Jungkook helped you out of the back, bringing you into his arms to help you resituate yourself. Jimin came over and rubbed your back slowly, kissing your shoulder before heading towards the door. Jungkook and you followed shortly after, walking in behind him.

You were checked in and sat down. Your head was still spinning lightly, but a few calming breaths had the fog clearing up. Jungkook took one hand while Jimin held his. Jungkook had taken to fiddling with your ring, an absent minded habit he’d picked up when he was nervous. He said it was nothing, but it’s like he wanted to make sure you never took it off.

“Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook and Miss Y/N?” a nurse said at the door.

You stood up and went back. Jimin and Jungkook following shortly after you.

“Actually gentleman, the doctor would like to speak to Miss Y/N on her own, if that’s alright with you. There’s some private health information-”

“They can come back it doesn’t matter to me-”

“Actually, ah, Miss… It isn’t your decision to make, I’m afraid.”

“It’s my personal information and I can’t decide whom I want to share it with? I signed a release it should be fine for them to come with me-”

“Y/N, pretty, easy,” Jungkook soothed.

“It’s just a few minutes, we’ll be right back here if you need us,” Jimin said, petting your hair gently.

“Okay, you’re right. I apologize I didn’t mean to be rude,” you said, hands slipping from theirs.

“You’re alright, just come with me please,” she said, holding the door open for you.

You gave Jimin and Jungkook a nod before walking back with the nurse.

She led you through the usual process, getting your weight, checking your blood pressure and heart rate before telling you the doctor would be in shortly.

Soon, Dr. Heinz came in.

“Hello Miss Y/N, how are we doing today?” he asked, a somber expression on his face.

“I-I’m fine, but-”

“I’m glad to hear it. I am so sorry to tell you this… But, there are some complications with your pregnancy,” he said softly.

“What?” you asked, holding your stomach with shaky hands.

“After your incident, I got in contact with the emergency room and got your test results back and there is a very high risk of this pregnancy not going to term and putting you and the babies health in danger,” he said, looking at your file with sad eyes.

“What do you mean? They said I was fine,” you argued. Not wanting to believe what he was saying.

“I-I’m really sorry but we suggest aborting this pregnancy,” Dr. Heinz swallowed hard.

“You… what…?”

“To save your life, I’m afraid the best solution is to-”

“No, no absolutely not. That’s not an option here.”

“Miss Y/N, I know that you’re upset but you will have the option to try again in a few months. Once you agree to do that I’m sure Mr. Jeon and Mr. Park will-”

“This isn’t about the money, this is about my children. You want me to abort-”

“These aren’t your children,” Dr. Heinz said lowly.

“Excuse me?”

“You signed a contract, giving up all legal rights to these children once they’re born, best not to get too attached.”

“What’s the likelihood of me surviving this pregnancy?” you asked, bringing your hand to wipe some tears.

“It’s less than fifty percent.”

You swallowed thickly before looking up at him. “D-Do I have time to think about it?”

“I would say possibly two weeks at the most before you reach the point of no return. Once you hit that mark it would be far more dangerous to abort the pregnancy than to have you attempt birth.”

“Do Jimin and Jungkook know?” you asked.

“I didn’t think it would be good for them to hear it from me. Better to have you explain the situation as you all seem very close.”

“I understand,” you said, eyes filling with tears.

“I’m truly sorry Miss Y/N, please think on what I’ve said,” he said, closing the manila file in his hands and walking towards the door.

“Can you tell me, the genders of the babies?”

He was quiet for a moment.

“A boy and a girl.”

“I knew it,” you whispered.

–

Jungkook and Jimin saw your tear stricken face when you came out and all hell broke loose.

“What happened in there? What did he do to you? Are you hurt anywhere?” Jimin growled, bringing you into his arms.

You swallowed your tears and gave them a watery smile. “It’s okay,” you whispered.

“You’re crying obviously it’s not okay-” Jungkook pressed.

“They’re happy tears.”

That was a big fat lie.

You were more devastated than you’d ever been in your entire life. But you just had to make it two weeks. Two weeks and then… Then you could tell them.

“You’re clearly upset.”

“I was right,” you said, gently bringing your hands to theirs. “One boy and one girl,” you whispered, bringing their hands to your stomach.

Jimin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. You smiled when he rubbed his fingers along your covered stomach. Jungkook was equally affected.

“A boy and a girl?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes, one of each,” you said. Your eyes locked with the nurse who was talking with the doctor. You bit your lip and pleaded with your expression to not have them come over here. Just let you live in this fantasy for a little while.

“Oh Pretty,” Jungkook said, tears pricking at his vision.

“They’re going to be so beautiful. And you’re going to be the perfect mother,” Jimin said, eyes shining so bright. The pain in your heart was more than anything you’d ever experienced before. But to see the look on their faces, to see the love for your children and you. It was enough.

It had to be.

–

Namjoon and Jin were waiting with dinner when you all got back. Jimin and Jungkook started gushing the moment you walked in the door.

‘She’s having one of each!” Jungkook cheered.

“Really? Y/N?” Namjoon said, a bright smile on his face. You nodded, trying your best to keep your spirits up. You weren’t going to die. You were going to meet your children if it was the last thing you ever did.

And it very well might be.

“Yeah,” your voice sounded strained even to your ears. But Jungkook and Jimin were too excited to notice.

Namjoon however, caught on almost immediately.

“Y/N, do you want to see Annie? She’s been fussy all day and maybe she just wants her favorite Auntie?”

You nodded, knowing the second the nursery doors were closed the interrogation was going to start. It’d been that way since you were younger. Namjoon could always read you like a book, even if you tried to keep it all locked away.

Although, you knew you would have to tell someone.

Namjoon guided you away from the crowd of people and let you into the nursery where Annie was sleeping peacefully.

“You said she was fussy?”

“What happened at the doctor’s appointment?”

You bit your lip as the tears started to come down your face.

Any anger in Namjoon’s voice dissipated as he brought you into a hug. “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me,” he encouraged.

“The doctor told me, that there’s less than a fifty percent chance of me birthing these children and living,” you whimpered.

Namjoon froze.

“What?”

“He wants me to abort the pregnancy but I can’t Namjoon, I can’t,” you said, heart lurching at the words coming out of your mouth.

“Slow down, what do you mean?”

“The injuries I sustained from the kidnapping.. they affected me more than we thought,” you confessed.

Namjoon got quiet, looking down at the floor.

“You’re not going to give up are you?”

You shook your head slowly. “I can’t Namjoon, I won’t give up on these kids.”

“They might grow up without you,” he warned.

“They might not,” you said quietly.

“I understand that you want to do this, but think of everyone you’d be leaving behind. And how much we’d miss you,” he said, really trying to get you to think about this.

Even though you know it was the only thing on your mind.

Namjoon sighed.

“Jungkook and Jimin have no idea do they?”

You shook your head again, trying to fight back the shameful tears threatening to bubble up in your vision. Namjoon sighed again, rubbing his face.

“You need to tell them,” he said.

“I can’t Namjoon-”

“These are their children too. And it’s their girlfriend’s life on the line,” he explained.

You nodded, knowing he was right. But it was going to hurt so much to tell them. It was going to hurt so fucking bad and you weren’t sure if you could do it.

“Please Y/N, at least tell them there’s something wrong. Don’t suffer in silence,” he said, giving you a gentle squeeze to the shoulder.

“Alright,” you agreed, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying too much.

“Relax in here with Annie for a bit,” he nodded towards the baby, gurgling in her sleep.

“Okay,” you said, sitting down.

“I’ll get you a plate and bring it in for you. Just relax for now, you’ve had a long day.”

With that, Namjoon left, shutting the door behind him. The tears started flowing freely down your face, leaving you with sticky cheeks, but you didn’t care. This sucked so bad. Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn’t you have one normal fucking thing happen to you in your life? Why did everything have to be so complicated-

Annie started to fuss in her crib. You stood up carefully, bringing her into your arms to soothe her. Bouncing her gently you sighed. You wanted so badly to hold your own children. You wanted to cuddle them and rock them back to sleep.

But this would do for now.

Namjoon did come back in with a plate of supper for you, but you said you weren’t that hungry. Even though you knew you should try to stay as healthy as possible. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it right now.

He left the plate in there with you, but you didn’t touch it.

Eventually you found yourself nodding off, when someone knocked at the door.

You didn’t even register being picked up until Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Babe, get the door for me?” Jungkook asked, his voice close to your neck.

“Got it,” Jimin whispered.

You felt the sheets of your bed underneath you, and Jungkook’s retreating form. But you clung on, gripping him so tightly he almost fell on top of you. Jimin and Jungkook both chuckled, but you felt the warmth of tears spreading down your face again.

Jimin picked up on it first.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, bringing his hand to your slightly swollen cheeks.

“Pretty?” Jungkook whispered, kneeling down.

“Jungkook, Jimin, I have… I have to tell you something,” you said, sitting up.

Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a look before sitting on the bed next to you.

“What’s wrong pretty? Is it about something the doctor said earlier?”

“Yeah, you’ve been upset since we left,” Jimin added on.

You swallowed hard and looked at both of them.

“They want me to abort the pregnancy.”

The room was silent.

Jimin’s eyes were large, Jungkook’s were filling with tears.

“What? Why?” Jungkook asked, coming forward to take one hand in his.

“Because, the kidnapping. They-There were some tests the hospital didn’t do correctly or something because I’m not fine. There’s less than a fifty percent chance that me and the babies will survive labor,” you explained.

Both men looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“It means that if I don’t abort these children, it will likely kill me,” you said so soft that the men had to strain to hear you.

“Y-You what? You’ll die?” Jimin asked, bringing his hand to your cheek.

“Y/N no, there’s another way, there has to be. We can find a different doctor-maybe-” Jungkook stammered, eyes full of tears.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried, hands covering your face.

“What?” Jungkook and Jimin exclaimed.

“Pretty no,” Jungkook said, wrapping you up in his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Y/N, we’re worried about you baby. If this pregnancy isn’t safe then maybe we should consider trying again-” Jimin started.

“No!” you cried. “I don’t want to try again, I don’t want to give up on them. I love them so much, and I love you both so much. I don’t want to lose any of you.”

Tears ran hot down your face as Jungkook and Jimin tried to soothe your cries.

“Please let me try, please, don’t give up on them,” you begged.

Jimin sobbed out your name before wrapping you up in his arms as well.

“But baby we can’t lose you either, we love our babies just as much as you do. But we can’t do this without you,” Jungkook cried.

“Y/N, this is serious. Think about what you’re asking of us.”

“I wouldn’t ask it of you if I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this. Please let me try.”

The room was quiet for a few moments before Jungkook pulled back and pressed his lips to yours firmly. Your eyes went wide before relaxing into the kiss. Jungkook’s mouth worked against yours slowly, Jimin’s hands wandered to your waist patiently.

Jungkook pulled back and Jimin’s lips replaced his. You were shocked at how plump and soft his lips were, but they were just as sweet as Jungkook’s. You felt hands cradling your stomach. You pulled away to look down and saw both men’s hands on your tummy.

“We won’t give up baby,” Jimin said.

“Not on you or our kids,” Jungkook echoed.

“We love you so much,” Jimin whispered. “I love you both.”

“I love you too, both of you,” you said, smiling.

This was going to work.

Because you weren’t sure what would happen if it didn’t…

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Late. (m) | ONE SHOT | PARK JIMIN, JEON JUNGKOOK, 6.7k

Pairing(s): Reader x Jimin, Reader x Jungkook, Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Summary:Sometimes, it can’t be helped that Jimin and Jungkook are late. It’s no one’s fault, really, since that’s what usually happens when all three of you are together anyway.

Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+) for language, smut (fem-reader; oral (m-receiving) + feeble attempt at masturbation; hair-pulling; nipple play; slight exhibitionism; penetrative sex; multiple orgasms; threesome); this is one of the ‘morning after’s’ I envisioned that follows up from ‘Hotel’;or it’s just another excuse for me to write a jikook x reader fic lol; fluff;idol!AU - established relationship.

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Sleep ladened eyes open to a room that is cloaked in artificial darkness due to the heavy, velvet curtains that border its walls. Realisation of your surroundings sneak up in jumbled puzzle pieces, wading through the fog of your thoughts.

A hotel room. Big, warm bed. Los Angeles.

Then comes your initial, proper examination: sore muscles, sticky skin, another person nearby.

You know it’s Jungkook beside you because he’s swung his leg over you, careless as to its weight on your own body. After you overcame the initial drag of sleep, you register the glaring asymmetry to your bed. Jungkook’s tattooed arm is over his face, his pinked chapped lips in your view with the silver ring that lay at an angle.

“Has hell frozen over? Where did he go?” You asked, sweeping your arm over the space where Jimin slept. Getting up early was a habit of the past and it surprised you more than anything that his side of the bed was cold.

“Morning run,” Jungkook mumbled, clattering his phone on the night stand.

“He goes on morning runs even here?”

The detail might have been lost on you if it was said last night.

Jungkook removes his leg, gently guiding you onto your side so that he could embrace you better. To compensate for the surge in heat, you kick off the comforter, backing up a bit till your ass brushes his half-hard cock.

“Didn’t get to go last night,” he replied, his voice gravelly and in dire need for him to clear his throat. Last night’s memory flares in your mind, their hands on your body, the groans and sighs, the particular satiation that you could only get by being with them.

“What time are you meant to be going for your schedule?”

Jungkook only sighs, broad palms and curious fingers traversing your body. It seems that, like you, he didn’t want to pierce through the comfortable haze that greeted you soon after you woke up. After all, their schedule is steadfast. Obligations were going nowhere but these moments behind close doors were few and far between.

“Dunno,” he muttered, his hands wandering over your body.

“Kook…”

His forthcoming response was the nudge of his hips as he says your name in a soft whisper.

“Wanna shower together?”

-

Jungkook’s careful fingers tangle in your still wet hair, his inked knuckles brushing past your peripheries. Your skin is soft yet pebbled with goosebumps as the ventilation fans through the room. Sat at the edge of the bed, you nudge his thighs apart. As you placed your cold hands over them, he hisses, a quick and discrete sound accompanied by his bared teeth.

“Sorry.”

He shakes his head as you looked up. The angle allows a generous view of his abdominal muscles which, when relaxed, are still defined in grooves and ridges. The difference now, albeit subtle, was that they were tense and rigid from anticipation. You shift because you remember them under your grip, contracting every time he moved.

“Jimin-sshi should be doing his final lap right now,” he muttered, his hand going lower to cup your chin.

“Nice of you think of that before you get your dick sucked,” you replied, blowing gently on his length. He twitches at the contact, the first brush of your lips on the tip earning another audible hiss that he pushed through his teeth.

“He’s missing out is all I’m saying,” he said, nonchalant.

Any prospect of his running commentary is promptly silenced by you taking his cock in your mouth. Soft, smooth, silken hardness is quickly coated in your saliva. You hum at the taste, slackening your jaw in preparation for that delicious ache you’ll feel when he finally moves. Securing your hands on his narrow hips, you squeeze your thighs as his muscles flexed, lifting your head so that his cock bobs against his lower abdomen.

“Ah shit,” he sighed, followed by a shaky moan while you licked a fat stripe from the base of his cock, taking care to tentatively sweep the tip of your tongue over his balls before coming up to rub your lip at the weeping head. The grip on your hair increases, measured tugs at the root. You continue to lap at the head, rewarded by soft puff of breath from above. Making a tight circle with your fingers, you angle his cock, glancing up at his flushed face as you swirled your tongue over the head in languid circles, dipping it on the slit while pearls of pre-cum pool at your tastebuds.

“Fuck, ah - you want me to last or not?”

Batting your eyelashes at him, you sensed that he was less eager to abstain as all he wanted was to fuck your mouth senseless. Jungkook was never one to admit his shortcomings, that much you knew, but his vie for self-control didn’t stop you from placing your hands flat on his thighs for purchase, widening your mouth so you could dip down, saliva running from your lips onto his length. The first thrust of his hips was accompanied by his hand closing over the nape of your neck, you moaned as the even pressure allowed your lips to hit the base, the air momentarily depleting as you hollowed out your cheeks. It’s a tight hold that you constructed and it’s effect was a delightful chorus of moans that made you wiggle your hips, pussy dripping and clenching around nothing.

“Ah,ssss… shit,” he hissed, and you push up, letting his cock leave your mouth in a wet pop, lips skating along the glistening length, your cheek and chin getting most of it.

You’re panting but it doesn’t stop you from taking him again, beginning a quick pace now that your jaw is looser, bobbing your head as you concentrated on sucking the tip before diving all the way down again. Nails impress on your skin, you do the same in places where it can’t be seen. Jungkook bucks his hips again as you brace yourself against him.

You arched your back, thinking that you could feel Jimin’s hands on your skin, then his voice telling you to go down deeper, throat tightening over his throbbing cock. Jungkook’s hand presses down on your neck and you moaned at the encouragement, the hot and flithy drag of your tongue unrelenting. Jerky thrusts of his hips were becoming frequent and you come up for air, lungs just about burning but you keep the contact, rubbing the weeping tip on your lips, slick with cum and saliva. Through hazy eyes, you see the heavy contracting of his chest, the tip of his tongue resting on the side of his mouth, blown pupils only on you.

“I fucking love your mouth,” he babbled, and you press a soft kiss over the head. He hisses again, baring teeth, the small mole below his lip stretching slightly.

“Mm,” you hummed, smiling in spite of being in serious need of the rough strokes that had your throat constricting.

Jungkook curled his bottom lip, the slim silver ring springing to a different direction. In his eyes was a split second decision aided by you sucking on the tip for emphasis. You’re rewarded with a sensitive twitch of his muscles and the tick of his hips upwards. He pushes and you adjust yourself, body straightening immediately. But it’s too careful, so you tap at his thigh prompting him.

It works.

His fingers twist themselves in your hair and his thrusts go from jerky to to full on strokes. The change had you moaning over his length, thoroughly coated in spit. The angle of his hips had you grabbing at the sheets while your lips stretched to accommodate. It’s heaven to hear Jungkook moan, it’s such a distinct sound, a contradiction of sorts when paired with a strained grunt while you snuck a hand between your legs, fingers spreading your wetness along your slit. At the first contact, you almost lose rhythm, caught up in the throb of your pussy, your clit stiff and in need of attention.

Jungkook senses the slight break and amps up his thrusting, the struggle for air is apparent as more saliva and cum mix together from the obscene slide of your mouth over his cock. Abandoning on pleasuring yourself, you signal for him to go faster and he does, almost making you choke on the deep and rough strokes. The flare on your scalp is evident as he grips your hair to aid him, your eyes are closed, legs quivering at the growing wetness between, moaning softly as he grunts, the snap of his hips causing you to drool. The scent of him, fresh from the shower, mixes with this addictive taste, his speed taking on an inconsistent rhythm.

“Ah, fuck… fuck” he groans, you hold it, forgoing air as he chases that peak, the staggered upward thrust had the head scraping against the back of your throat and he keeps you there. Eyes screwing shut, tears pricking suddenly, you feel the ropes of cum spurt, his cock pulsing while spit slick. Pulling back, you hold his cock steady, licking the tip, watching as Jungkook’s head is thrown back, abdomen rigid as you lap up his cum, high off his display of ecstasy. After drawing ragged breaths to recover, he soothes the harshness of his grip on you by rubbing the sore places with gentle fingers.

The latch to the door unlocks.

You hold Jungkook’s cock at the base, sliding your parted lips over it, tongue snaking out in elaborate laps. Above, he groaned, twining his fingers in your hair, a tug that signalled for you to slow but you were too busy making a mess. Jimin strides in, face mostly concealed by a cap and mask. Buzzed, you kiss along Jungkook’s stomach, bringing out soft hisses as your skin brushes his cock.

“Morning to you too,” Jimin said, quickly disappearing into the bathroom.

Water runs and echoes past the open door, a flash of black comes through and settles behind you. Jimin’s hand comes over where Jungkook’s own was placed on your head. It’s subtle but the force of his both hands on you had you diving your lips down, deeper until Jungkook’s cock is firmly enclosed in the wet cavern of your mouth. Your nails dig crescents into the skin this hips, hard enough to press on bone.

“Agh, fuck,” he gasped, his hips shooting up while your throat tightened automatically. You moaned around him as Jimin ran his fingers along your slit, the cold contact made your hips jerk, the blunt intrusion finding home in your wet folds. He comes closer, closer till you feel the brush of his jacket on the skin of your back.

“So wet already, hm? How many times did you cum?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper as his lips caught your earlobe.

“Not yet”, you breathed, releasing Jungkook’s cock from your mouth. You rubbed your open palm over his length. It’s so sticky that each kiss you gave sounded wet, coming away with saliva mixed with cum.

“Jungkookie, you’re slacking.”

You couldn’t help but laugh slightly as Jungkook’s muscles twitched from your lips settling over the sensitive head.

“Y-you didn’t go for a longer run this morning, hyung.”

Jimin’s fingers unfurl, catching the swollen nub of your clit. He gives it a slight nudge and you push your hips back, inviting his fingers to go in deeper only from him to withdraw them.

“Jimin,” you whined, knees scraping on the carpet floor as you widened your legs, pussy dripping past your folds and staining it to a darker shade. He kisses your shoulder, then the space on your neck to placate you.

“You guys used all of the shampoo.”

Jungkook helps you up so you could settle on his lap. You sigh as his cock rests on your lower stomach, still rock hard and heavy.

“I’ve got to wash up too,” Jimin said, swiping your hair away so he could kiss the nape of your neck. The soft contact had you wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s shoulders, which rippled and flexed as he held your hips. You were pliant in their hands, eyes fluttering shut as you kissed Jungkook’s neck, hungry for more contact. Smooth, warm skin along the surface of your tongue, the mole on the side the shade of chocolate chips in the muted light.

“Ah they were meant to replace them,” Jungkook said.

“Not with the Do Not Disturb sign at the door,” Jimin murmured, using the finger that was in your pussy to trail up your spine. It leaves a slick trail, wet and smooth along your back. You moaned against Jungkook’s lips, kissing the mole beneath, grinding at anything to relieve the ache.

“Can’t have anyone walking in while we’re in the middle of this,” you said, craning your head, implicitly asking for a kiss.

Jimin grinned, slotting his mouth over yours as he gently bracketed your throat with his hand. Jungkook mouth suckles on the base of your neck, the wet slide of his tongue compensating for how his teeth was set on your skin previously. It’s a never-ending cycle of touch, kisses, and warmth. All of which culminated between your legs, positively wet, the lewd sopping kind that renders attempts to contain it in vain.

“Let me wash up,” Jimin adds, pulling away, his touch lingering at the small of your back.

Jungkook suddenly stands up, carrying you and walking over to the console. Occupied by hotel stationery and half drunk bottles of water, you sit with your legs spread and raised, cool air comes over your exposed pussy as Jimin enters the bathroom to shower. This time, he leaves the door open too.

“Wish I could stay here for longer,” Jungkook muttered, kissing you again as he tore a foiled packet. Nearby, the water runs in full pelt, it fills your ears as you edged yourself closer, hands curling over the wood, shoulder blades resting against the wall.

“Stay where longer?” You asked, grinning at the instant arch of his brow.

He wets his lips, tugging the condom down,

“Here.”

The air is filled by your mutual sigh as he sinks his cock in your pussy, bottoming out to an audible, wet squelch.

“Fuck,” you gasped, right into his mouth, sucking his bottom lip and rewarded by a soft grunt, his arms hooking under your legs, hiking them up and spreading you wide. A hot wave washed over you, strained in this position, the console angling back from the way his thighs smacked against the hard surface.

“Agh, shit,” he grunted, searching for your mouth against since you had dipped your head down, bewildered at how good it felt even from the outset.

“Jungkook… ah fuck,” you moaned, arms winding over his neck into a stringent chokehold, teeth clashing against his as you angled your hips, tightening around his length in pulses. Words escape you both as he began to move, easy thrusts, the kind that glosses the burn of the stretch, his scent wrapping around you in a shroud, the scent of soap and something else, exacerbated by the heat of his body.

“Fucking hell - shit,” he gasped, your hands fly down to steady yourself, fingers grasping at the edge of the console, bothered by the lack of available surface.

They were always editing themselves to appear amiable, clean cut. But there was much to be desired with the way Jungkook swears - the way the vowels form into its vulgar ends. His incidental lisp melts away, bolstered by the baring of his teeth and hardening of his muscles, each movement deliberate and impactful. With Jimin, his voice becomes authoritative despite softening, evolving into a deeper timbre, an air of smugness accompanying them. They get spoken to your ear, your skin, whispered, grunted or sighed, So fucking tight… ah fuck, so good. The effect is the same, you get light-headed from the praise presented in a filthy delivery.

Your thighs shudder, a futile attempt to shut not out of discomfort but shock at how sensitised your were. Jungkook supports your lower back, curling his inked arm, somehow managing to keep you bolted in place, driving his hips down, his cock hitting at his desired angle. It prompts more wetness to coat your folds, enough for the new wave to be driven out as he draws back, sticky strands at the base of his cock in a lewd tether. When you look up, you take in the freshly trimmed hair, fanning evenly over his brow, the silver bar glinting between darkened strands, a concentrated face, focused entirely on pleasure.

“Miss it,” you said, thinking out loud.

The pace at which they changed their hair was frantic at most, the usual method being bleaching it to the lightest possible colour and darkening as the hair stylists saw fit. Recently, their preference for natural hair colour took precedent and has since remained that way. But while Jimin has opted for lengthier locks, Jungkook has cropped his hair to a more boyish style, abandoning the shoulder-length affair. It robbed you of any morsel of surface area to tug, unfair given that you couldn’t even leave bite marks anywhere on exposed skin.

And given that they wore next to nothing for the concert (a moot point according to them), this was a severecurtailment.

“Hm?”

“Your hair - when it was long.”

There’s a flicker of smirk there, the lip ring shines from your shared spit, his rosy lips a deeper shade from how he was gnawing it earlier.

“Thought it was too long for you, mn?”

“No. I miss it… ah,” you gasped, accepting the thrust of his cock and massaging the nape of his neck for emphasis.

“Was a nightmare to have,” he murmured, skating the tip of his nose along your jaw, the brush of his lips on your cheek inciting shivers.

Jungkook’s admission hardly makes a dent on your personal views: the pony tail would forever be superior in aesthetic. Tied up or left alone, those long tresses paired with the baby hairs on his hairline had you confused on whether to coo or pay attention to the lust that took hold in the pit of your belly. Deciding on a diplomatic means of resolving the tension, you would make it a point to compliment him, saying it softly in bed while tangled up in Jimin’s embrace (who would take to the shower first before all else, lest his motivations leave him entirely).

You look so cute, Kook.

It’s followed by a soft kiss, the experimental tug at the nape where you would tug the hairs at the root. He would groan, a half-hearted attempt to conceal the elation he felt at the compliment.

Ah, stop.

And you and Jimin would laugh, seeing right through it.

“You looked cute,” you replied, breath stuttering as he slowed his thrusts, going for longer, deeper strokes. He makes a noise of complaint, a subtle huff so you lean your head back, surveying his face. Silver accents on tan skin, deep flush under the gloss of his lips. Jungkook’s large eyes blink slowly, an unfocused glaze zeroing on your lips.

“You wanted it more than I did,” he smiled, bursts of exhales signalling a runaway laugh. Your fingers reach up, unfurl on his shoulders, easing the tension of being cramped and folded in half, raking them on the shorn parts at the back of his head.

“’Sides, I think I look better now,” he mused, adjusting and leaning back, his tense abdomen in show. You bite your lip as the full picture of him comes to view, flushed everywhere on his skin, rose ascending along the column of his neck, the jut of his jaw is prominent.

“You always look better - good,” you sighed, hips raising as his hands took your waist. It doesn’t escape you how his gaze is affixed to where you’re connected.

“Do I?”

You grinned, liking this side of him. It’s not often that Jungkook returns the compliment, opting to brushing it off like it’s no big deal. Appreciating him, you see the dark ink on his arm, more cohesive now that the designs are mostly filled and the sculpture of his muscles somehow managing to animate them with each flex.

The TV judders against its mount, Jungkook keeps snapping his hips, pressing you against his chest, sweat making skin slippery, mouths hungry and gasping for each other.

“Ten fucking days, we have to quarantine,” he said, out of the blue.

Ah.

It was nearing the end the LA trip and while all three of you had a harder time being apart from each other, Jungkook was the most vocal about it.

“Uhn…fuck,” you gasped, bare skin chafing on the lacquered surface of the table. It shudders with each thrust, the swell of his cock pushing more slick out your folds.

“Can’t wait that long,” he grunted, his grip on your thighs so forceful that you were sure that he was denting flesh. Your fingers grabbed onto the sides, knuckles stiff as you tried to move your hips incrementally.

“How do you think I’d feel? I won’t get either of y-you - ahn, fuck,” you moaned, shuddering at a particularly hard thrust.

The bottles of water around you trembled and the drawers rattle below. Jungkook leaned down and kissed you fiercely, groaning as you clenched around him, your pussy so slippery and wet that all you hear is the obscene schlick-schlick-schlick as his cock pistons inside you at shallow strokes. It was enough to drive you crazy.

“Too much, ahn,f-fuck,” you gasped, wet drag of his cock entering you in a smooth slide.

“Too much?”

He grips your hair, twists it in his fist as his hips slammed down, the stretch burns but it was euphoric.

“You guys act like we have all the time in the world, yeah?”

Jimin waltzes in, and from what you could make out past Jungkook’s shoulders, he was wearing a white robe, his skin was glimmering from the water, dark hair plastered to his temples. His tone is amused, you could hear his smile curling over the words.

“No comment,” you stuttered, nails digging harshly onto the wooden surface.

Knock knock knock!

Jungkook groans, halting out of respect, but you have to fight yourself from crying out as his cock fills you up to the hilt. Seconds pass, your heart thudding heavily in your ribcage while Jimin’s voice cuts through the daze of your mind.

“Yes, hi…”

“Shit,” you whispered, voice notably thinning into a high-pitched whine. It must be one of the staff members appearing as a physical reminder of their schedule.

“Yes… ah, we were meant to go first? Okay, sure… is Yoongi-hyung nearly done?”

Jungkook skates a broad palm behind your knee, and your eyes widen. The distance between you and the door isn’t vast. Jimin has taken to stick half of his body out, barely widening the door. Below, the console remains at an angle, raised slightly while he breathes out, fanning the hair on your head as your legs quiver, your clit getting the brunt of his thrusts, the swollen nub totally exposed and slick with need.

“… ah okay… Jungkookie and I are just getting ready right now… Fifteen minutes? Okay…” Jimin said, his voice diplomatic yet loud enough to shield the sharp gasp that eventually died against Jungkook’s collarbone as he rammed his hips forward.

“Yes - yes, I’ll make sure to tell him - actually, let me tell him now since he’s with me - Jungkook-ah?”

“Fucking shit…” he groaned lowly, the words barely escaping through gritted teeth as you kissed him fiercely, sliding your tongue against his, sucking the area were his lip ring was, drawing out another grunt. Jimin loved to tease, and it was evident in the rising inflection in his tone. Your head thuds against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, sensation taking over in a stifling wave as sweat coats your skin, condensing on the pitted surface of the console.

“Jungkook-ah, we have rehearsals for the Jingle Bell Ball, and you have to record a Happy New Year message later in the evening, you okay with that?”

Jungkook snapped his head up, still thrusting inside you, his cock throbbing inside your walls. You could only watch as the vein on his neck pulsed strongly, reaching forward as much as you can to lick the mole on the side, suckling and spreading spit as he slowed for his own posterity.

“Yes, I’m okay with all of that, hyung,” he answered, surprisingly calm in his delivery. If not for Jungkook shoving you between him and wall, you could envision Jimin’s knowing grin as he watched the pair of you stagger towards orgasm.

“You sure, Jungkook-ah?”

Before articulating his response, Jungkook’s hips surged forward, grinding at the hilt, your pussy providing this wet pressure, hot waves of arousal over his length as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, mouth setting against his fiery skin to muffle your uncontrollable moans.

“Yes hyung,” he replied, pounding into you, the subtle smackof skin against skin competing with the quiet rattle of the furniture beneath. He grips your jaw suddenly to kiss you deeply, sucking your tongue and drinking in your gasps.

“Yes… yes, thank you…”

Upon hearing the door shut, Jungkook resumed a blinding pace, hitting all the right spots that caused a flood between your thighs.

“Fuck… ahn… ah,” you moaned, wanton and thoroughly shameless as the constant push and pull finally piled together, toes curling as the wood chafed against your skin, the spear of his cock unforgiving for your pussy.

“Shit, this is what you could hear through the door the other night?” Jimin quipped, close enough to kiss your jaw, distracting you only to help you along by sliding his hand down your front, the stacks of rings on his fingers cold on your skin. He circles his finger on your nipple, your body responding in a jittery arch as Jungkook leans back, hands steady on your thighs as your voice transforms into staccato moans of ah…ah…ahn.

“Heard more than that,” Jungkook said, you see his teeth bared through your foggy gaze. You shudder as he stills, Jimin managing to assert himself, softly kissing your jaw. And you’re so far gone, mind empty of anything as electricity surges throughout your body remedying the apparent discomfort of being wedged against the wall.

“‘Cause you really had your ear pressed to the door,” Jimin laughed as he lazily thumbs your clit.

“Tsk,” Jungkook replied, not denying anything either.

“Fuck…ahn…p-please,” you gasped, arching your back, legs dangling in Jungkook’s hold. It seemed to do something to him, and while Jimin turns his attention to kissing along your neck, Jungkook snaps his hips forward, making you cry out, arms shaking in an attempt to anchor yourself.

“Ah, Jungkook-ah’s making you beg, hm?” Jimin whispers, his voice echoing in your ear as you mewled, “good.”

“Fuck… I can feel you tightening around me, you gonna cum, mn?” Jungkook panted, sliding out his cock and fucking back in using the same, controlled force that tears another moan from you.

“Shit… yeah, ah,” you babbled, turning your head to kiss Jimin, in a sloppy meeting of your mouths, his grin so evident as he holds your jaw, the metal of his rings on your hot skin.

“Ah…ssss… ah,” Jungkook groaned, thrusting again and again and again. Jimin licks into your mouth, the pointed tip of his tongue tracing leisurely, ending in a slow suck on your bottom lip. Spit and warmth everywhere as Jungkook hisses through his teeth, the deep thrusts making your toes curl.

“Good, hm?” Jimin asked, ghosting the tips of his nail around your nipple.

“Y-yeah - ah fuck!” You yelped, coming undone at Jungkook’s shallow thrusts, shaking so hard that your eyes screw shut as Jimin muffles your incoherent babbling by kissing you, dragging his tongue to gather the drool the spills from your lips. He forces your mouth open as you cried out, irretrievably wet between your thighs, sweat making the surface harder to keep steady on. Heat rushes down as Jimin holds you while Jungkook chases his own orgasm, his large, bruising hands on your thighs, fucking into you with the quick strokes of his cock.

“S-so good,” you gasped, taking it all.

“One more? Be good for us, hm?” Jimin murmured. It’s a softly-spoken order since he was rubbing your clit with the kind of pressure that you made you keen. Furiously, you nod, capitulating despite feeling so sensitised, and it gives Jungkook the signal to go harder, almost shoving Jimin out of the way.

“‘M good,” you confirmed, “fuck,” you cried out, orgasming again, the violent tremors in your body hardly able to be contained as Jungkook lets out a loud ah, your name punctuating the air, shaking as he came, sweat-slicked shoulders under your grip while he presses forward, the strength of his hold lifting you from the console for a bit. You blink up, your heartbeat pounding against your ribs; Jungkook’s face is shiny, the rose on his cheeks seeping everywhere.

“Shit…” he gasped, letting you down gently, pulling his cock out as you continue to shudder. Jimin fusses over your hair, kissing a path along your neck, suckling your earlobe as Jungkook hums, kneading your flesh at the comedown, raising your leg so he could lave a spot on your calf, escalating your breathing.

“You okay?” Jimin asked continuing the chaste press of his lips on your neck.

“Mhm,” you nod, almost mechanically, boneless in thrum of pleasure you were in. With Jungkook stepping back, he stumbles on the bed, back landing on the messy sheets, half laughing. You realise that you were as sapped as each other. Jimin takes his place between your legs, content with kissing you, hands atop your thighs, careful touches with the hint of his nails scratching lightly. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, the fuzzy fabric of the robe a new texture on your skin.

Somewhere, in the realm of your short-term memory, you recalled the time constraint as you push him so that he was leaning against the console instead. He smiles, relaxed as you adjusted yourself on your knees, limbs feeling a little wooden, shivering at the rough fibres of the carpet on your knees.

“Fifteen minutes, you said?”

“About eight now,” Jungkook added from behind.

Meticulously, you worked to untie Jimin’s robe. It falls apart easily and he places his hand on your head, a fond touch.

“Can I?” You asked, biting your lip at the sight of Jimin’s cock, the answer was in the way his smile fades once you lick along your palm, curling it over his length. His stomach tenses, the lines of his abdomen raising into definition, his upper lip twitching as you fisted his cock, a languid pump, tightening over the tip, tongue flicking over the slit.

“Seven minutes…” Jungkook said, while you pulled back, unfurling your tongue, letting the heavy weight of Jimin’s cock rest, unattended in your mouth.

Time didn’t matter, in fact, it gets suspended when Jimin twists a finger in your hair, his eyes taking on a soft, unfocused glow.

“Sss…ah,” he breathed while you sucked on the tip, the taste of him making you hum.

There are things that makes Jimin moan but there are things that make him whimper. Like Jungkook, he had numerous moles that found home on his body, a particular one was by his left hip, like punctuation on the blank page of skin. Before you take his cock back in your mouth again, you kiss the small mole, triggering memories of long nights where no matter how hard you tried, it always ended up with you being pleasured - a thorough mess by being attended to by two pairs of hands.

“Ah fuck, there’s no time…” he rasps. You nuzzle his cock, licking along his balls, wetting the surface, sucking with enough pressure and loving every moan and whimper that escaped him.

“I’ll be good,” you promised, aware of his fingers in your hair, the first sign of roughened touch that caused your thighs to press together. The sticky residue smeared between eases the slide of your skin, the cool air making it tacky.

“Six minutes,” Jungkook supplied, smugness colouring his tone.

“Fuck,” Jimin gasped as you dive back in, jaw slackening as his entire length goes into your mouth, the weight of its is pleasant, heady even. He smells good, like soap with a little bit of sweat, and you couldn’t help but bracket his hips with your hands, bobbing your head, spit and pre-cum pooling in your mouth.

“Five -”

“Don’t be a brat, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin said, his hips taking on a gentle sway, cock pushing deeper in your mouth. The action is so unlike his bossy command that you moaned around him, leaning back so your hand tugs at his shaft, the slide of your palm along his velvety length growing audible. A wet suction sound, making its way straight to your throbbing core.

“I’ll be quick,” you said, your head arching to his touch, opening your mouth again. It was a veiled attempt at shifting the responsibility to you, but Jimin looks down, cocking his head. He can do quick but it didn’t mean that he liked doing it that way.

“Remember that time you were late?” You asked, tapping the tip of his cock on your lower lip, “don’t want you to be late anymore.”

“It couldn’t be helped,” Jimin nods, pushing some of the hair that got in your eyes, “and I wasn’t thatlate.”

“Everyone was waiting for twenty minutes, hyung.”

“Jungkook… shut up,” Jimin warned, ending in a choked moan, thrusting into your mouth a little more carelessly.

“Wish we had more time,” you muttered, suckling on the head, humming so that the vibrations he could feel all over. It’s so messy now, pre-cum and drool in your desire to make quick work, hasty in your rhythm.

“Ah shit… me too,” Jimin moaned, head thrown back, the sinewy column of his neck is coloured pink, his pulse throbbing visibly under his skin. You hummed around him, hot all over, pre-cum dribbling down your chin, knees rubbed raw.

“Ah fuck… fuck,” Jimin grunts. Drawing back, you gently suckle on the tip, holding his length as you give a few more sucks to his balls, bringing out that soft sigh, so pretty, almost a whimper. You tease him, relishing in the aching throb that you felt all the way down, nosing his cock, face gleaming from spit and cum. Jimin gasped as you dip lower, then you are suddenly aided by Jungkook’s hand on your head, an all encompassing force that had you flattening your tongue, swiping it sloppily.

“Two mi -” Jungkook began, almost making you laugh as you forced your head down, nose pressing against base of Jimin’s cock. You look up, eyes pleasing, throat tightening.

“Fucking hell,” Jimin grunts, spilling suddenly, wet gurgling noises, obscene in the room as those pair of hands hold you down, Jungkook from behind and Jimin cupping your chin. It’s mildly oppressive, the air depleting from your lungs at the force but it’s everything you’ve ever wanted, moaning with them. Your eyes water, released abruptly from their hold, strings of saliva and cum snapping at your chin.

“Ah, fuck,” you gasped, voice hoarse and throat raw.

Jimin slumps back, breathing in lungfuls of air harshly, his cock still leaking so you surge forward, batting your eyelashes at him as he spurts the last of it in your mouth. He sighs, bottom lip tucked under this teeth, the crooked one, the one you’ve always found cute, appearing on show.

Knock knock!

It’s a quiet threat. Behind the door is a ticked off staff, probably tired of being human alarms.

“We’re so fucking late,” Jungkook observes, helping you up, supporting you as your legs were still shaky. Jimin cards his hand through his hair, now damp with sweat, his fingers shone from the silver rings as Jungkook picks you up in his arms, kissing you everywhere. Always the responsible one over the three of you, Jimin quickly fixes himself, flicking the robe to cover his front as he saunters to the door, straightening out his stumble.

You cling onto Jungkook’s body as he lowered you onto the bed. There was a tired glaze over you both, hands twining together as he nuzzled himself in the crook of your neck. Distantly, you hear Jimin’s voice return to its diplomatic tone, smooth and concealing his state of unravel mere seconds ago.

“Ah yes, sorry, we’ll be out soon… yes.”

“Liar,” you muttered, grinning as Jungkook ran his hand along your side, scrunching his nose. He kisses you again, saying everything that screamed of no intention of leaving the bed if he could help it. The door shuts and Jimin reappears, you glanced at his flushed face over your shoulder.

“We have ten minutes to get our asses out the room,” he announced, raising his eyebrows at you and Jungkook given that you were draped over him, legs kicking upwards coyly. It wasn’t much of a grace period at all.

“Did you bargain?” You asked, propping yourself up so you could rest your head on your hand. Jungkook trails his finger along your back, in no hurry at all.

“No but the moment they saw me, they stopped themselves from saying ‘five’ and gave me ‘ten’ instead.”

You all laughed, you relenting first and rolling off Jungkook, who clasped your wrist before letting you go. Jimin comes over to kiss your temple.

“Be back soon, then we can carry on later,” he said, unable to resist kissing you again.

“Ten minutes can be enough time,” you said, tugging at the string of his robe. He flashes you a warning with his eyes, but the glint was unmistakable.

“Later,” Jimin insists, tipping your chin up, smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip. Jungkook kisses along your back, holding onto the final moments before they have to head out. In a light-hearted response, you roll your eyes, teasing them by shrugging them off.

“Hey, we’ll be done soon,” Jungkook said, taking it seriously since he couldn’t see your face.

“I know,” you said, twisting so you could straddle him, much to Jimin’s chagrin.

“Guys, c’mon,” he said, laughter edging his tone. Jungkook nudges his nose against yours, sighing deeply but his hands cling onto your body, inciting an even pressure of his fingers on your skin.

“Fine,” Jungkook sighed, but not before kissing you again.

“I saw the cute headbands for your New Year message,” you said, feeling Jimin’s hands on your waist, plush lips between your shoulder blades. A small win given that he was back on the bed with you both.

“It would look cute as we deliver our New Year’s wishes,” Jimin mused, splaying his hand on your lower back so you could grind over Jungkook harder. You gasped into the kiss, the direct contact of your pussy over Jungkook’s cock making you shudder, who groaned lowly.

“What’s your wish?” You asked Jungkook, leaning back as Jimin supported you with your back on his chest. Jungkook’s eyes darted to the side, a blush colouring his cheeks suddenly. Jimin laughs by exhaling sharply through his nose, going back to kissing your neck, humming slightly.

“Well -”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The moment dissolves as you cover your mouth with your hands to contain your laughter, alert as to the impatience of the person behind the insistent knocking. Jungkook inhales deeply before giving you a final, chaste kiss and carefully disengages himself from you so he could clean up what he could before being corralled out.

“Later,” he said.

“Why? Tell me!” You grumbled, but it doesn’t last long as Jimin tackles you underneath him, giving quick kisses along your neck. Changing tactic, you look up at him, eyes on his full lips, glossy from all the kisses.

“What’syourwish?”

“Later,” Jimin echoed, his tone light. You rolled your eyes.

“Later,” you mocked, sticking your tongue out.

And they both laughed, Jungkook’s one reverberating from somewhere in the bathroom, Jimin’s right by your ear.

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