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“Are you still looking for a place to stay?” Is what Hoseok greets Yoongi with as soon as the latter picks up his call. Yoongi’s sleep addled brain convinces him to make a sound, so he grunts in acknowledgment. “Well, I got good news for you my man. Seokjin’s friends are looking for a roommate. They’ve got a huge flat some 30 minutes away from your workplace. Seokjin-hyung said they’re cool people, so I guess you’re good.”
“Okay,” is all Yoongi says. He turns to his side and it squishes his phone uncomfortably against his right ear, but he doesn’t mind.
“So, it’s cool if Seokjin-hyung gives your number to them? So they can contact you and all.”
Yoongi grunts once again. He’s back in dreamland before Hoseok can even end the call.
——
On hindsight, Yoongi should’ve paid more attention to the conversation he had with Hoseok. That was three days ago. Tomorrow he’s set to meet up with not one, but two potential roommates. He was shocked, to say the least, and when he told Hoseok just that, the other reminded him that he had agreed over the phone call. Yoongi’s got nothing against that because he did acknowledge the set up and he did grant Hoseok—and, by extension, Seokjin—permission to give his number to his potential roommates.
Roommate, but plural. With an ’s’. Somehow, his poor brain can’t seem to wrap around that fact. So, here he was now, blankly staring at the message that came in two hours ago from Potential Roommate 1 who’s asking if Yoongi’s still going to check out their place tomorrow. That was two hours ago and all Yoongi could think of is that he might be having two roommates soon. It’s not that big of a deal, if it were any of his friends that he was sharing a room with. But these are two strangers whom he knows only through Seokjin. Technically, he doesn’t really know them since he hasn’t heard Seokjin or Hoseok mention these people before this whole apartment ordeal.
His phone’s screen has gone black, his gaze unfocused. He’s gonna have two roommates. Two roommates. He’s only had to share his room with one person before he moved and got his own space. It’s nothing extravagant. It’s a simple apartment. A quiet space, just the way he liked it. But three weeks ago, for some reason, his cupboards, closets, practically any furniture that’s wooden, became infested with termites. He had hoped that the exterminators would be enough, but Yoongi couldn’t bear the thought of living with multiple tiny insects who would probably eat his brains while he’s asleep.
Before his mind can further conjure horrendous scenarios of being eaten by termites, his text notification sets off. When he looks down at his screen, he’s greeted with one message from Seokjin, and another from Potential Roommate 1. Another message comes in when he unlocks his phone, also from Potential Roommate 1.
He kind of wants to reply to Seokjin just to tell him that that is not an emoji of a termite, just to spite the older man. But he decides against it when another message from Potential Roommate 1 comes in. He lets out a deep breath and begins typing a reply.
He hits send and thinks about adding an exclamation point or a smiley face to not seem like an asshole, but it’s too late. He spent two and a half hours thinking of a simple response and he didn’t even factor in adding an exclamation point or any symbolism of emotion.
“It’s fine,” Yoongi says as he leans back into his beaten couch. “Adults don’t use exclamation points or smiley faces. I’m an adult.”
His phone pings and lights up, he sneaks a glance and is bombarded with not one, but two exclamation points. And Namjoon’s confirmation that they’ll be waiting for him. Yoongi’s brain focuses on the wrong things, really. He thinks he should reply, but he also thinks he shouldn’t because it’ll take him a long time to think of a response only to send a heartless “okay”.
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The unit is on the 11th floor and Yoongi’s never been more thankful about having elevators. That’s a whole lot of staircases to climb, should the elevator stop working for whatever reason. Immediately, he thinks of how awful it would be to do just that during a power outage. He takes note of that and stores it as an excuse for when Seokjin asks why he didn’t accept the offer of taking the spare room.
He knocks one, twice, and a third time—just to be sure—against the wooden door.
“One second!” Comes the voice behind the door of 11B. There’s a sound of someone crashing into a piece of furniture (it sounds like the person hit a wooden table, Yoongi winces on their behalf), then some muffled cursing. When the door opens, Yoongi expects to see, well, whatever is the complete opposite of the person standing in front of him.
The other man has boyish features on an otherwise built frame. Vaguely, Yoongi thinks that this man can deadlift the ratty bedside table in his room. Even more vaguely, Yoongi thinks about how fucking attractive this man is and it’s really messing with his mind.
“Hello?” The man says, an eyebrow arched. He has a small smile on his lips, as if torn between being amused or keeping a straight face. “Yoongi-ssi?”
Yoongi clears his throat and blinks once, twice. When he feels like he’s not going to blurt out nonsense, he greets the other. “Hey, yeah. I’m Yoongi. You must be Namjoon?”
Namjoon’s smile grows wider, looking more amused with each passing second. “Actually, I’m Jungkook. Did Namjoon-hyung not tell you about me?” Not-Namjoon (Jungkook, Yoongi’s brain corrects him) sounds like he’s confused as well, perhaps a little concerned that Yoongi’s spooked out because he’s pretty sure he’s just staring blankly at the other.
“Namjoon did, actually. Sorry about that, Jungkook-ssi.” Yoongi offers a small smile, hoping that it doesn’t seem like a grimace. “Thanks for letting me come by on a Friday evening.”
Jungkook waves him in and Yoongi enters the apartment. “You can put your shoes over there. Let me get you some slippers.” While Jungkook goes and does that, Yoongi lets his eyes roam around the apartment. Well, around whatever he can see from the doorway.
“Namjoon-hyung will be home in soon,” Jungkook says. He drops a pair of white bedroom slippers that seem to be from a hotel. “Apparently, he finished his work and will be home earlier than usual.”
“Are these hotel slippers?”
Jungkook chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “If you pay that much money for a room, you better get the most out of it.”
“True. Once, I took home a towel.” Yoongi says. Too late, once again, he realizes that he’s overshared something that most people would consider unethical to share, especially if you’ve just met. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind though, because he lets out a laugh and seems more amused than before.
“So, do you want to take a look around the place or do you want to wait for Joon-hyung to return?” Jungkook sounds fond when he says ‘Joon-hyung’, but Yoongi was never the type to guess what kind of relationship people had (heck, he took a while to even realize that Hoseok and Seokjin we’re a thing and not just friends that flirt a lot) so he doesn’t think much about it.
Yoongi tells him that he’d rather wait for Namjoon. On hindsight, it’s probably not the right decision since waiting for Namjoon meant engaging in small talk which, to the surprise of no one, is not Yoongi’s strongest suite. Namjoon and Jungkook have the longest sofa Yoongi has ever seen in his entire life. On the upside, it means he gets some space from Jungkook. On the downside, he thinks he’s sat too far for it to be considered not awkward. He reminds himself of the kids in pre-school that stayed away from girls because of cooties.
“I was watching gamers on Twitch before you arrived,” Jungkook sounds a little shy when he says that, and when Yoongi chances a glance at him, he sees that there’s a shy smile on Jungkook’s face. It’s cute. It’s terrible. “Do you want to watch something else?”
“It’s all right, we can watch whatever you were watching.”
“If you’re sure.”
Yoongi expects maybe some first person shooter type of games, maybe one of those things he plays with Seokjin. Jungkook looks kinda young, and he’s been told one too many times by in-game teammates that he’s quite old to be playing those types of games. To his surprise, he hears the familiar sound of Seokjin’s other game. The one with animal villagers. The one that Seokjin has spent a lot on for amoeba cards or whatever, Yoongi can’t remember what it’s called. But it must be that game because—
“So, I was watching Animal Crossing streams—“
“Is that Animal Crossing?”
It feels comical, the way they turn to each other with wide eyes and ‘o’ shaped mouths. It’s Jungkook that breaks the silence, “yeah. Yeah. I watch it to de-stress.”
“Really? How come Seokjin-hyung is so stressed about his island?”
“Maybe he restarted his island? Or, like, he’s looking for his dreamie?” Jungkook asks, body angled towards Yoongi. He’s clearly got Jungkook’s attention now.
“Uh,” Yoongi struggles to remember whatever Seokjin told him about his island. “I’m not sure but he was talking about wanting Bones?”
“Oh, yeah!” Jungkook sounds more excited now, if that was even possible. “I have Bones in my island and he’s really cute. He’s gonna stay there forever.”
Yoongi loses track of time, but he does enjoy watching the gamer go around his island and talk to his villagers. He doesn’t understand much about the game, not even when Seokjin had talked his ear off about it once, but he hums in acknowledgement whenever Jungkook comments on something.
They’re lost in their own world that they don’t hear the door opening. They don’t hear the scuffling of socked feet against the floor. What they do hear is a deep voice coming from behind them, “hey, Kook-ah. I’m back.”
Yoongi’s head whips in the direction of the voice the same time Jungkook’s body twists towards it. He lets out a soft “welcome home, hyung”, a sweet smile on his face. But Yoongi ignores it, takes note of it for later, because his gaze zeroes in on the man in front of him.
“Hi there! You must be Yoongi-hyung?” Namjoon’s voice is deep and comforting. Yoongi feels like he’s being enveloped in warmth.
“Yeah, you’re Namjoon then?” Yoongi says absently, still busy processing the sight in front of him.
He hears Jungkook chuckle and sees the curiosity take over Namjoon’s face. “Yoongi-ssi thought I was you when he came in.”
Namjoon lets out an amused ‘ah’. Thankfully, his previous embarrassment ends there because Namjoon excuses himself to change into more comfortable clothes. “Afterwards, we’ll give you a tour of our place.”
“All right, I’ll be…here.” Yoongi says, gesturing vaguely. It earns a laugh from both of them.
Seeing Namjoon and Jungkook together is a force to be reckoned with, in all honesty. They’re just too much for Yoongi to take in. He thought he’d be immune to seeing strikingly good-looking people, considering he’d been friends with Seokjin and Hoseok for so long. And, well, because he’s spotted cute strangers during his daily commute. But there’s something about Namjoon, Jungkook, and the two of them together.
He tries his best to focus on whatever Namjoon, and occasionally Jungkook, is saying about the apartment. It’s spacious and feels homey, is what Yoongi retains in his head. Other than that, he doesn’t remember much. He nods at what he hopes are appropriate times, and chuckles whenever the two men let out a laugh of their own. There’s not much to see, really, since the apartment is pretty straightforward. But when they get to his room, that’s when Yoongi starts to be curious.
“This’ll be your room, if you’ll move in with us, hyung.” Namjoon says, still carefully pronouncing ‘hyung’ as if Yoongi didn’t tell him some time ago to stop being so formal. The room looks nice, it doesn’t seem to be the type of room that would receive harsh sunlight, but it’s enough to light up the room with some natural light in case Yoongi wants some vitamin D. It’s when he looks around the cream walls of the room that he realizes something. He’s only seen one bedroom before this, which would be his. The other room seemed to be converted into a home gym, if the pair of yoga mats against the wall and space-saving gym equipment are any clue. So that must mean…
“Why are there only two bedrooms if there are three of us?” Yoongi asks, brows furrowed in genuine confusion. His gaze fleets from Jungkook, who’s looking at Namjoon more than at Yoongi, and Namjoon who looks a little uneasy and maybe slightly defensive.
“Uhm, well.” Namjoon clears his throat and sets his gaze straight at Yoongi. It’s a little unnerving to be the subject of Namjoon’s gaze. “There’s really no other way of saying this so I’m gonna be straight with you—ha, straight. Uh, anyway. Jungkook and I are together, so we’re sharing the room you saw earlier. That explains why we have another room, which you will be using.”
“If you choose to be our roomie!” Jungkook adds quickly.
There’s a bit of a pause where Yoongi catches his breath, as if he was the one that said all of that. Any second longer and his silence would result to a horrible misunderstanding, so Yoongi schools his features in what he hopes screams understanding and with utmost honesty, says: “It’s not a problem and will never be one. If anything, I owe you guys for even considering me as your roommate.”
When Yoongi leaves, it’s well after he’s had one too many slices of pizza that Namjoon ordered. When Yoongi leaves, he has both Namjoon and Jungkook’s contact numbers saved in his phone.
When Yoongi leaves, it’s with a smile on his face and a slight bounce in his step. Oh, and he’s got new roommates too.
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It takes two weeks for Yoongi to settle things with his old landlady who’s gotten a little emotional at seeing Yoongi go. He feels bad about leaving her, especially since he seems to be her favorite tenant. So, before he leaves the place for good, he gifts his former landlady with a beef set that made his wallet cry a little. On the upside, the rent he’s expected to pay in Namjoon and Jungkook’s place is cheaper than his rent in his old place. He’ll make that money back in no time.
The pros of moving in a fully-furnished room is that Yoongi no longer has to worry about hiring moving services for some of his furniture, mainly the ones that are already present in his room in his new apartment. With Namjoon and Jungkook. He’s a little giddy about it and maybe it’s because he’s living in close proximity with handsome men, but the thought is usually shut down by the more rational side of his brain that reminds him that the two handsome men are in a relationship.
Still. It’s whatever. Yoongi can chalk up his giddiness to other things, like finally moving into a place that hopefully won’t be invaded by mites later on.
He moves in to his shared apartment with Namjoon and Jungkook on a Saturday. He convinced Hoseok and Seokjin not to drive him to the new place because he knows that he’ll just be subjected to endless and unsubtle teasing. Alas, those two gremlins never listen to him. When Seokjin’s car rolls to a stop in front of the elevators in the parking garage, Namjoon and Jungkook are already there waiting for Yoongi.
He can already hear Hoseok’s excitement. So when the other turns from the passenger seat to glance at Yoongi, Yoongi’s already got a retort prepared.
“Not one word.”
“How do you know I’m gonna say whatever you’re thinking of?” Hoseok asks, tone purposefully made innocent even if his eyes are twinkling with mischief.
In his place at the driver’s seat, Seokjin snickers and catches Yoongi’s gaze at the rearview mirror. Yoongi doesn’t bother with a reply and instead rolls his eyes at his friends. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”
“Ah, of course. You want to spend time with your new roommates.” Hoseok squeaks as he dodges Yoongi’s fist. He sticks his tongue out at Yoongi before exiting the car, a blinding smile on his face as he greets an approaching Namjoon, Jungkook lagging a little behind the other. “Hey, guys. Thanks for letting this cretin live with you. What brave souls!”
The pair giggles, drowning out Yoongi’s curse-filled response to Hoseok. He waves in greeting at the two and proceeds to grab his bag on the backseat.
“Hey, hyung. Want me to grab that for you?” Jungkook says from behind him, holding the car door open. Yoongi stumbles back in surprise, crashing into Jungkook’s space (and his firm chest, his brain supplies helpfully). He’s steadied by Jungkook’s hands on his shoulders.
“Fuck, you surprised me.” Yoongi lets out a breath and slowly turns to face Jungkook. He realizes that he’s standing close to the other and has nowhere to go since he’s kind of cornered against the car.
“Sorry, hyung. You okay there?” Jungkook looks sheepish, his hands hovering in front of him. When Yoongi nods in acknowledgement, Jungkook moves back a bit and peeks behind Yoongi. He raises a brow at the large boxes carrying Yoongi’s files from work. He whistles appreciatively. “Neat. Should we get that for you?”
“Yeah, that’s the heaviest one. The ones in the trunk are mostly my clothes and other stuff.”
Namjoon and Jungkook carry one of the large boxes on each side and Yoongi’s quite amazed at the fact that they’re not even faltering. Seokjin kindly carries several bags of Yoongi’s clothes. Meanwhile, Hoseok mostly sticks to Yoongi under the pretense of helping him carry a box of documents, but really he’s not doing much. His hands are placed under the box, but the brunt of the weight is mostly on Yoongi.
Yoongi has more things than he’s expected, so it takes three trips to and fro to unload his things from the car. Then, Seokjin and Hoseok drive back to his old place to get the remaining bags and boxes they weren’t able to bring for the first trip to his new place. While they’re gone, Yoongi starts arranging his clothes mostly because he’ll be too lazy to do that if he decides to not do it now. Jungkook and Namjoon help him arrange some of his books on the wooden shelf in his room (he can’t believe he gets a modern-looking wooden shelf).
They don’t really talk while they work, but once in a while Namjoon pipes up and engages Yoongi in a conversation about some book he’s putting away. Turns out, he and Namjoon have similar taste in books. Other times, it’s Jungkook that talks to Yoongi. It’s mostly about the controllers he takes out from one of the boxes. He asks what kind of games Yoongi likes, eyes twinkling in excitement. Apparently, Jungkook also plays most of the games Yoongi plays as well. The other makes him promise that they’ll play together at least once. Yoongi hums in acknowledgement.
Seokjin and Hoseok don’t stay for dinner, but they leave a pack of beer at the table when they excuse themselves. “For your housewarming,” Hoseok says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Beside him, Seokjin gives Yoongi a double thumbs up. Yoongi wishes he had more decent friends.
They each open a can of beer, gathered around some leftover pasta from yesterday’s takeout. They talk about Namjoon, then Jungkook, and finally Yoongi. It’s then that Yoongi finds out that Jungkook’s finishing his master’s degree in Physical Therapy nearby. When he’s not busy with school, he’s working at the physical therapy department in one of the hospitals, attending to children. Meanwhile, Namjoon is a tax lawyer working at one of the well-known firms in the city. He was lucky to be assigned to high-profile clients that actually pay well.
When he tells them what he does for a living, a research officer at a non-governmental research and development institute, he feels insecure about it because both of their jobs sound amazing and high-paying. Well, Yoongi’s job pays well, too. But it’s nothing fancy like being a PT or a tax lawyer. It if was just him and his research work that he’s done for years now, he still probably can’t afford half of the modern furniture displayed in Namjoon and Jungkook’s place (which is his place now, it just still hasn’t sunken in).
“That’s neat, hyung.” Jungkook says, sounding and looking genuinely awed. “I barely survived research work as an undergrad, and I can’t believe you’re doing it professionally.”
“You still have research work for your master’s courses, Kook-ah.” Namjoon reminds teasingly. At this, Jungkook groans and slides down his seat.
“Well, if you need any help, I can try to help.” Yoongi offers. “Well, emphasis on ‘try’ since I know jack shit about medical stuff and science.”
“I’ll keep that offer in mind, hyung. No take backs!” Jungkook says with a laugh, lips spread in a boyish smile.
Before they all turned in for the night, Jungkook jokingly warned Yoongi that if he hears what sounds like road drilling, it’s probably Namjoon’s snoring. Namjoon lets out a sarcastic ‘ha ha ha’, and informs Yoongi that the walls are thick so sound doesn’t travel that easily. It’s an interesting thing to remember, if only Yoongi’s brain wasn’t too tired to think of what wonders sound-proofed walls could bring to him.
That night, Yoongi finds it easy to fall asleep in his new bed, feeling as if he was back home; but only better.
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It’s a pleasant three months of living in his (not-so) new place. He adjusted far quickly than he expected. It was uneventful for the most part of those three months.
When he’s not busy with work and Jungkook’s looking for something else to do other than his course work, they play games. Heck, he even starts his own journey in Animal Crossing through Jungkook’s island. So, he’s not only moved in to Jungkook’s place in real life, but also in a damn video game. Sometimes, they watch Twitch streamers. Other times, he and Jungkook binge on true crime documentaries.
It’s the complete opposite with Namjoon. When they’re both prioritizing everything else but work, they’d watch documentaries about cults all over the world. Then, they’d share conspiracy theories about that one dubious building three streets down which they suspect to be housing a growing cult. Sometimes, they would watch baking shows together and when they get enticed with the sweets on screen, they’d end up ordering cupcakes from the nearby bakery. Other times, he and Namjoon just talk about one thing, and then all things possible.
Hoseok tells him it reeks of domesticity, Seokjin wholeheartedly agrees. Yoongi wholeheartedly shuts that thought down because, well, the two of them are in a relationship.
He just likes them and they happen to be his roommates. Oh my god, they were all roommates and he likes them.
While Yoongi knows that he’s just harboring a crush on both of them and won’t act on it, he still feels like it’s wrong. Especially not when Namjoon and Jungkook have been wonderful friends and roommates.
Looking back, it hadn’t been difficult to like either one of them. With Jungkook, it feels like Yoongi can relive a part of his early twenties that he wasn’t able to do because he was focused on working hard. With Namjoon, he settles into a life that makes him feel at peace with being an adult, even if he’s grasping at what his purpose in life is. He feels like he can be himself around the two of them, which is crazy because that’s the same thing he told himself when he was in a relationship some time ago. Granted, that failed because his ex had apparently felt that Yoongi “wasn’t being himself with him”. Crazy.
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He probably started liking Jungkook the moment he opened the door for him when Yoongi dropped by to check their place months ago. But he really, really started to like Jungkook due to several things.
That one time when he accidentally knocked half of his things down his wooden bookshelf and the bookshelf itself, causing a lot of ruckus and probably what would sound like someone being murdered, what with the way he yelled in agony. Despite the thick walls in their apartment, the sound must’ve been loud enough because Jungkook was knocking on Yoongi’s door the next second, worriedly asking if Yoongi was okay or not. He’d helped Yoongi put back everything he knocked down. And two days later, Jungkook was outside his door holding what looked to be building tools. He worked on stabilizing the bookshelf.
Or maybe it was that time when he accidentally allowed one of Jungkook’s villagers to leave his island. He figured that Jungkook would be upset since he seemed very attached to his (digital) villagers, but the other had taken it in stride and said that Yoongi can be in charge of hunting for their next villager. The next day, they’re huddled close on the (ridiculously spacious) sofa while they watch Yoongi’s in-game character on the TV screen. On his first island, he finds what appears to be a frog who introduces himself as Wart Jr. It’s a hideous looking frog, compared to the other animals back in their village. But Jungkook almost cries himself laughing when he sees Wart Jr. because, apparently, he resembled Namjoon when the other had orange hair and wore hideous grandpa-style reading glasses.
Actually, maybe it was that time when Jungkook took home what would be the best lamb skewers Yoongi had tasted in his entire life. That day started horrible, and his time at work did nothing to improve his mood. But when he got home, Jungkook had excitedly called him from his seat at the dining table, inviting him to dinner. Yoongi would’ve said no since he was still in an awful mood, but there’s no way he could’ve said no since it was Jungkook. The other must’ve noticed that Yoongi hadn’t been in a good mood, because on days when Yoongi went home after a stressful time at work, Jungkook would be there at the dining table with a warm order of lamb skewers.
Or that one time when Yoongi sprained his ankle because he slipped in the bathroom. Jungkook and Namjoon had been worried, of course, but later on laughed at Yoongi’s expense. Namjoon even teased him that he might be taking the crown for King of Clumsiness. For the next week that Yoongi’s ankle is set to recover, Jungkook had drove him to and from work. It was definitely in the opposite direction of his school and the hospital, but he doesn’t mind at all. He’d wait for Yoongi to enter the building, and when Yoongi awkwardly waddles out of the lobby when it’s time to go home, Jungkook would be there outside the sliding doors, ready to help Yoongi waddle back to the car.
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He probably started liking Namjoon when he dropped by to check the apartment. But he really, really started to like Namjoon due to several things.
One time, Yoongi had been unable to reach one of the mugs placed high up on the cabinet. It wasn’t his mug, but he preferred to use that when he expected to pull an all-nighter. It’s kind of a shared mug between the three of them. Anyway, he doesn’t know who used it last, but whoever did put it back in a place which he couldn’t reach. He’d been on his tip toes, desperately reaching for the mug handle, but to no avail. He was about to turn and reach for a chair when a figure appears beside him. “Let me grab that for you,” Namjoon had said in his deep, soothing voice. His hand rested on Yoongi’s hip, warmth seeping through Yoongi’s cotton pajama pants.
Perhaps it was that time when Namjoon came home from work with a book in hand. It was one of the books Yoongi had wanted to read for a while now. He only told Namjoon about it in passing, so he’s genuinely surprised that Namjoon remembered it. “I know you wanted to read this book,” Namjoon had said, a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. “Let me know what you think of it, yeah?”
Or maybe that time when he went on a grocery run with Namjoon since Jungkook was down with a fever. Namjoon was adorably clueless about what kind of food and supplies to buy. He would either get something unnecessary or something that wasn’t enough for the three of them. (Crazy how ‘three of them’ comes easily to Yoongi now.) It seemed that Namjoon made it a mission to tease Yoongi who was serious about grocery shopping. When he’d put in something they actually needed, Namjoon would drop unnecessary items just to mess with him. It was a back and forth of Namjoon putting things into their cart and Yoongi playfully scowling at Namjoon to put it back. They end up leaving the grocery after an hour. And yes, Yoongi ended up buying the cookies Namjoon managed to sneak in. Or maybe, Yoongi let Namjoon keep it in the cart.
Or maybe it was that time when he had come out of his room early in the morning, with sleep-crusted eyes and uncoordinated limbs, waddling quickly towards the communal bathroom. He really hadn’t been expecting anyone inside since the door was unlocked, so he pushed it open and stepped in. He registers a bleary outline of a body in front of him before his mind registers the yelp Namjoon let out. Namjoon, who had obviously just finished taking a bath and is standing in front of the mirror. Bare except for the towel around his hips. Yoongi blubbers, not knowing where to direct his gaze which fleets from somewhere between Namjoon’s chest and where the towel rests on hips. It’s Namjoon that speaks up first, saying something about how Jungkook was taking a bath in the other bathroom so he opted to use the communal one instead, but he’s on his way out so ‘excuse me, hyung’.
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Of course, the thought that the two of them are in a committed relationship never slipped Yoongi’s mind.
Like that one time he got up early on a Sunday morning and spotted the two side by side at the kitchen counter. They’re talking in hushed tones, giggling to each other. And then, when Yoongi’s close enough, Namjoon turns towards Jungkook and plants a kiss on his cheek. And another, and another. And another one closer to Jungkook’s lips. Yoongi turns around, goes back to his room and only goes out when he hears plates being cleared. When he goes back to the dining area, he sees something covered on top of the dining table. Breakfast, for him. They made breakfast for him, too.
Or maybe that one time when he got home late on a Friday night to see the two cuddled on the couch, eyes glued to the movie playing on the TV. From where he stood, a little ways away from the ridiculously long and spacious couch in the middle of the living room, he could see Namjoon’s head pillowed on Jungkook’s lap. The image looks so normal, as if Yoongi couldn’t think of them as not being together. Yoongi always moved quietly, unless he was drunk or tired from too much or too little sleep, so none of them noticed him enter. They didn’t notice him leaving to head silently to his room. He had hoped that his tiredness would lead him to fall asleep early, but it took him hours before he succumbed to sleep.
Perhaps it was any of those times when he was with them, because they never really excluded Yoongi whenever they hung out. During those times, despite being there with them, he couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t really there. Namjoon and Jungkook would always have this inside joke that Yoongi never understood. Or they would always share looks that was never directed at Yoongi. Or they would always be a tad gentler, sweeter towards each other. But of course, all this was expected since Yoongi was just a friend and not someone who was with them.
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Despite that, there were times when Yoongi allowed himself to think that, maybe, they saw him differently.
Like that one time he had cooked for them. It wasn’t anything special, really. But he noticed that Namjoon and Jungkook had both had a stressful week, so he put it upon himself to cook what he hoped was a decent lunch for all three of them. He stumbled through his words, wanting to tell them that he wanted to cheer them up without actually saying those words. Namjoon and Jungkook had thanked him, piping up in between bites about how good the food tastes—perhaps one of the nicest tasting meals they had in a while. And if that hadn’t made Yoongi shy, it was the adoring stares he’d get from the two. He’d catch Jungkook staring at him, other times he’d see Namjoon already looking at him when he’d chance a glance at the other’s direction. They look all sorts of fond and appreciative.
Or maybe that one time when all three of them decided to do yoga after a stressful week. It was too stuffy for three grown men to stay in the home gym, so they migrated to the living room and played some instructional yoga on TV. Often times, Yoongi messed up the positions despite it being for beginners. Words weren’t enough in correcting his form, it seemed. Because Jungkook would guide him, gentle yet firm hands on his waist, correcting his position. Other times, it was Namjoon that had his hands on him, carefully adjusting his form. The looks he received from the two when his shirt rode up a bit as he stretched wasn’t something that escaped him either. It didn’t help that the sight of them both was another distraction for Yoongi.
That night, Yoongi had laid in bed, thoughts filled with whatever the heck that was that happened earlier. His hands traveled slowly down his body, dragging his sweatpants and boxers downwards until both were halfway off his legs. If his mind was filled with thoughts of Jungkook, Namjoon, Jungkook and Namjoon, and him with the two of them as he pleasured himself until he was shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, he found himself only slightly guilty. And later, much later, as if the first orgasm hadn’t been enough, he ended up with his ass raised in the air, three of his fingers inside of himself, pressed tightly against his prostate. His hips were desperately rutting against his sheets, precum forming a wet spot on his bed, and sometimes he’d fuck back on his fingers if the friction on his cock became too much; other times, he’d thrust against his bed to ease the pressure of his fingers on his prostate. He tried so hard to muffle his moans against his pillow, tried to keep himself from calling their names. His body shook again as he reached his peak. As he slumped bonelessly on his bed, he thought that he had never been more thankful for the thick walls of the apartment.
Of course, when he woke up the next morning, earlier than usual so he can throw his soiled sheets in the laundry because he awoke with a hard-on, having dreamt of Jungkook fucking him into the mattress as Namjoon watched them both, jerking off to the sight of them. He ended up muffling his moans against his pillow again, fingers desperately fucking inside of him. He felt guilty, really, when Namjoon had dropped by to get some of his laundry that he’d left in the drier the day before. In the months that they lived together, they were all aware of each other’s laundry schedule. While Namjoon and Jungkook had a more flexible laundry schedule, they all knew that Yoongi only washed and replaced his sheets every two weeks. It had only been a week since he last washed his sheets. If Namjoon thought it was curious, Yoongi’s thankful Namjoon let it go.
Perhaps it was all those other times that, despite being in a relationship, Namjoon and Jungkook never once made Yoongi feel like an outsider. Like that one time they invited him to watch the movie that Namjoon had been waiting to be released on Netflix. He was sat between the two of them as they lounged on the couch, a blanket thrown across their laps. Jungkook’s hand found its place on Yoongi’s thigh, a warmth that was both grounding and unnerving. Namjoon had leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, body pressed against Yoongi’s right side which was equally as distracting as Jungkook’s hand on his thigh.
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Or maybe that one time when Yoongi just broke down in the middle of the dining room at 8PM on a Wednesday night. He was just so, so tired from work and so, so tired of feeling like he was going to amount to nothing. He thought Namjoon and Jungkook weren’t home, but he was surprised to hear a soft “Yoongi-hyung?”. He didn’t dare take his hands away from his face, knowing fully well that he has tears and snot running down his face. Namjoon had steered him towards the dining table, sitting beside him and running his hand up and down Yoongi’s back, the action slowly calming Yoongi down. Jungkook milled about the kitchen for a while before Yoongi heard the soft thunk of a mug being placed in front of him. “Jasmine tea, hyung. I hope this helps,” Jungkook had said. He doesn’t remember much, really. Except that he only finished half of the tea before he started feeling sleepy. They didn’t talk, but they were there for Yoongi until he slowly calmed down. He doesn’t remember much, but he vaguely remembers being laid down on his bed that night. He vaguely remembers hearing a whispered ‘good night’ from both Namjoon and Jungkook.
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So, yeah. There’s that. It’s been half a year since he moved in and most of the time, Yoongi’s brain would remind him that he’s fucked (metaphorically, sadly) because he likes his roommates. His roommates who were together. He hopes he hasn’t been obvious, and maybe he isn’t. Unless he is obvious, but Namjoon and Jungkook are kind enough to look past his (sad, sad) attraction towards them both.
Things were pretty much the same, for the most part. He still watched true crime documentaries with Jungkook on his free nights. Other times, they would play games together. He had watched as Jungkook hunted for three new villagers, suggesting that they get hideously funny villagers for their island. Jungkook would whine, telling Yoongi that he wanted cute villagers, not some monsters like Drago.
Thing were pretty much the same with Namjoon, too. They found a new baking show to watch and had tried to bake cupcakes of their own yet again. Yoongi was somewhat successful, but Namjoon’s cupcake was just a hideous glob. They’d also gone to a book fair together and ended up buying new books despite having several unread ones at home. Still, they spent some nights seated across the dining table, when Yoongi took a break from his research work and Namjoon simply couldn’t fall back asleep, and talked about anything their tired minds could focus on.
He does a good job of quelling his desire for them both. For the most part, he avoids being in a situation that would make his stupid body feel aroused. But other times, even the simplest things lit up flames of arousal.
Like that one time he was doing yoga in their home gym, and Jungkook had come in donning a black shirt and shorts that did nothing to keep Yoongi from being aroused. If he faltered more than once in following the instructions in the video he was watching, Jungkook was kind enough not to mention anything. But when Yoongi finally decided that this wasn’t going anywhere and packed up his own yoga mat, he felt Jungkook’s eyes following his movements all the way until he exited the room.
Or that other time Namjoon had excitedly knocked on Yoongi’s door one afternoon, talking a mile a minute about the cupcakes his client gave him and that Yoongi should definitely try some. Yoongi had, and really it was a great cupcake. He was too busy marveling over the taste to notice that he has some frosting on the side of his lips. “Ah, hyung,” Namjoon had said, gesturing towards Yoongi’s face. Yoongi raised his brow in confusion. “You have a bit of frosting there, towards the left,” and he reached towards Yoongi’s face, his thumb gently wiping the cream off. His gaze had been locked on Yoongi’s lips for a while, following the movement as Yoongi pursed his lips in nervousness because what the fuck. He managed to utter a weak ‘thanks’, which breaks Namjoon from his trance.
Perhaps it was that time when all three of them decided to swim in their apartment’s pool. Thankfully, none of the residents had been there. Who would be? It was the dead of the night. Just for kicks, they all went into the kiddie pool. They looked silly. Well, Namjoon and Jungkook did because they were too tall for the pool, looking out of place. Meanwhile, Yoongi was just right, looking as if some overgrown teenager who decided to jump into the kiddie pool.
“Our tiny hyung,” Jungkook had teased, flicking water towards Yoongi. Namjoon had laughed at that, leaning against the wall of the pool, just watching them both.
For the most part, he lets the two of them talk, piping up whenever needed. But most of the time, he let his gaze wander on Jungkook and Namjoon’s exposed bodies. Their legs would sometimes collide with Yoongi’s underwater since it was quite a tight fit, and that was equally distracting for him. He allowed his mind to marvel over the fact that he was so small next to them, with their tall and built frames; tan skin contrasting his pale one. They stay until Yoongi starts shivering from the cold, his hands becoming wrinkly. He tries to keep his gaze on the floor as he dried himself off with his towel, willing himself not to redden at the attention he was getting from the two. He could feel their eyes on his skin, and at one point, he caught Jungkook staring where his trunks were doing nothing to hide the contour of his ass. Namjoon, too, had done his fair share of staring. With him, though, his gaze travelled from the curve of his waist, down to the undeniable shape of his ass, and back up.
“Ready to go?” Yoongi had asked shakily, wrapping his towel around his torso. Namjoon had schooled his expression into a neutral one, offering a nod to Yoongi. But Jungkook though, had been less subtle. When Yoongi had chanced a glance at him, Jungkook had offered a small smirk in his direction, his eyes boring into Yoongi’s own.
That particular night, Yoongi had fingered himself to a quivering orgasm, staining the inside of his comforter. As if that wasn’t enough, he dreamt of both of them again. This time, they took turns fucking him. Jungkook had gone first, throwing Yoongi’s right leg above his shoulder as he held the other leg down on the mattress, fucking into Yoongi with enough vigor that Yoongi came so, so quickly. While he was still shaking from taking Jungkook, Namjoon had taken over, wrapping Yoongi’s legs around his waist. He takes Yoongi’s arms and wraps them around his neck, and Yoongi holds on. He holds on as Namjoon slides into him, fucking him slower than Jungkook had, but with equal passion and desperation. He had gone deeper with each thrust, Yoongi could only hold on and muffle his moans into Namjoon’s shoulder. He came for the second time, a high-pitched moan echoing in the otherwise quiet room.
Jungkook and Namjoon were already awake when Yoongi had gathered his embarrassingly soiled comforter and sheets the next morning. He catches them looking at him, zoning in on the sheets. Yoongi says nothing, stiffly nodding at them both before heading towards the laundry room.
As he loads his laundry in the machine, he can’t help thinking how vivid last night’s dream had been. To his horror (and, partly, pleasure) the vivid dreams never stopped since that night.
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It all comes to a head one Friday evening when Namjoon had come home with an expensive bottle of wine. “We won the case, so my client gave this to me.” He said. They ordered pasta, chicken, and Jungkook had made a quick run to the convenience store to buy a pack of beer.
“Damn, we’re going all out tonight, huh?” Yoongi said, eyeing the amount of alcohol littering the living room floor.
“It’s the weekend and I sure as fuck won’t be working on anything so I might as well get shit-faced drunk,” Jungkook said, sliding a can of beer towards Yoongi, then to Namjoon.
Namjoon had laughed at that, leaning his back against the pillows they grabbed from the couch. They’re sitting close to one another, despite the space they can all have. Yoongi tries not to think about it.
He also tries not to think about how, as the night progresses and as more drinks are downed, he feels warmer in his own skin. It’s not only because of the alcohol. It’s mostly because of the heavy gaze from Jungkook. Namjoon was no better, though. His hands would stray towards Yoongi’s exposed thigh, his shorts riding up and exposing more of his skin.
It’s much later that night when Jungkook scoots closer to Yoongi, his body radiating warmth.
“Hey, hyung.” Jungkook speaks slowly, carefully. Yoongi turns to him with a silly smile on his face, alcohol-induced silliness and all that, but it falters slightly when when his eyes meet Jungkook’s dark gaze. “Are you seeing someone?”
Yoongi had spluttered, blinking rapidly. It’s silent for a while, just the sound of ringing in his ears. “No,” he finally said. His own voice sounds quiet to his ears, sounding meek and nervous.
To his right, Namjoon hums. Yoongi doesn’t know what to make of that. He thinks that’s the end of it, but Namjoon squeezes his thigh and Yoongi’s not dumb to not know that it’s not a friendly squeeze.
“Do you like anyone, then?” Namjoon questions, directing his gaze to Jungkook, then back to Yoongi.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean just that,” Namjoon says, voice deeper than usual. It’s probably the alcohol, but he doesn’t look buzzed at all since he paced himself. Unlike Yoongi. “Do you like anyone, Yoongi-hyung?”
It holds so much meaning that Yoongi knows they’re expecting a certain answer. He knows that he should give them the answer they’re expecting since the signs are pretty clear at this point.
“Yeah,” he answered, barely a whisper in the quiet room.
“Hey, hyung.” Jungkook nudges him and Yoongi drops Namjoon’s gaze to turn towards Jungkook. He’s much closer to Yoongi now, leaning into his space. It does nothing to calm Yoongi down. “I really, really want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?”
Yoongi’s heart slams against his rib cage, it almost feels like it’s going to jump out of his body. Jungkook has his head tilted, attention solely on Yoongi.
“But, Jungkook, Namjoon is—“
“I asked you, hyung.” Jungkook presses on, the back of his hand brushing against Yoongi’s red cheek. “Will you let me kiss you?”
Yoongi swallows audibly. He nods once, twice. But Jungkook asks again, and it’s clear that he wants Yoongi to actually say it. “Yes, you can kiss me.”
His voice cracks towards the end, but he has no time to be embarrassed about it because Jungkook closes the gap between them. A hand had settled on one side of Yoongi’s neck, while the other carefully tilts Yoongi’s head backwards at an angle that allows Jungkook to slot his lips comfortably against Yoongi’s. His eyes had slipped closed then, fingers clutching weakly against the material of Jungkook’s loose shirt. Jungkook kisses him with enough passion that it makes Yoongi feel floaty, barely managing to keep up with the kiss. Yoongi desperately tries not to make a sound, which is difficult because Jungkook is one hell of a kisser. He whines when they separate though, and he hears a chuckle from both Jungkook and Namjoon. He doesn’t dare open his eyes, so he’s even more aware when Jungkook leans in again and kisses him quickly. But when he pulls back, he swipes his tongue against Yoongi’s bottom lip.
He opens his eyes slowly, his head still cradled by Jungkook’s hands. “Okay,” he licks his lips and catches Jungkook’s eyes following the movement. God, he’s treading dangerous waters here. “Okay. Uhm.”
“Joon-hyung,” Jungkook speaks over him, meeting Namjoon’s eyes over Yoongi’s head. “Wants to kiss you, too.” It’s a statement that is clear from start to finish, but it does nothing but mess up Yoongi’s brain even more.
Jungkook lets go of him and it’s then that Namjoon turns Yoongi towards him, a hand settling against Yoongi’s nape.
“Can I kiss you, hyung?”
“Please,” is what desperately comes out of Yoongi’s mouth.
Namjoon slots their lips and it’s embarrassing how Yoongi lets out a whine at the first touch. Namjoon kisses with the same intensity Jungkook has. He was slower, more gentle, but with the same purpose. It causes waves after waves of arousal within Yoongi. Amid the ringing in his ears, he registers the sound of their lips, the wet smacking it produces. Yoongi sighs into the kiss, and he’s the one that makes a move and swipes his tongue against Namjoon’s lips. When Namjoon licks into his mouth, hands tilting Yoongi’s head further backwards, Yoongi keens high in his throat. Namjoon swallows the sound he makes, though.
When they break apart, Yoongi’s heavy breathing is what fills the room. He stiffly turns his body to face forward, keeping his gaze on his hands. Beside him, he feels Jungkook move closer. None of them speak until Yoongi breaks the silence.
“That was,” he starts, then stops. But they wait for him patiently. “I don’t know what to say.” Is what he ends up with.
“What’s on your mind, hyung?” Namjoon’s question is a loaded one, but Yoongi can only think of one answer.
“I like you both. I think I’ve liked you for a while now,” Yoongi says carefully, gaze still locked on his hands. When he speaks again, his voice is soft and guarded, “And I really hope that whatever this is isn’t just because we’re inebriated.”
Jungkook takes his hand and envelops it in both of his. Yet again, Yoongi is reminded of how contrasting his pale skin is against Jungkook’s tanned one. “It’s definitely not, hyung. It may have taken us a while to be on the same page as you, but this isn’t the alcohol talking.”
“We like you too,” Namjoon adds, placing a hand on Yoongi’s thigh. “We want to be with you, if that’s what you want.”
Through the wild ringing in his ears, Yoongi says that yes, that’s what he wants too. “And, I want whatever you guys want too.” He adds. He feels the tension thicken at his words, and knows that he’s not the only one that’s really aroused at this point.
They move to Jungkook and Namjoon’s bedroom and it’s kind of funny at first when Yoongi has to crawl towards the middle of their insanely huge bed (“We’re tall men, hyung. Of course we need a spacious bed,” Jungkook had said) and he knows that it doesn’t look sexy at all when he crawls on all fours. He probably looks like a newborn deer.
When he settles with his head against the soft pillows on the bed, it’s Namjoon that climbs next to him on the bed. He props himself on his elbows, positioned at Yoongi's right.
“Come here, Joon-ah.” Yoongi says, and Namjoon obeys. He leans down and kisses Yoongi. It goes like that for a while. Jungkook, who had taken his shirt off before settling on Yoongi’s left, kisses him next. He gets more and more aroused with each passing minute that he kisses Jungkook, then Namjoon, then he watches Jungkook and Namjoon kiss each other.
Yoongi’s just kind of whining as he turns his face towards the pillow, shaking as Jungkook litters wet kisses on the side of his neck. Namjoon’s hand sneaks under Yoongi’s shirt. It’s everything Yoongi’s wanted, but also not what he exactly wants because he’s dizzy from the alcohol (and endlessly making out with them). The point is, he wants to have sex with them; but not like this.
He pushes at both of them weakly, whimpering at a particularly harsh bite from Jungkook. They move away from him instantly, concerned gazes trained on him. He shies under their gaze, clutching at the sheets weakly.
“I’m not ready yet,” he whispers in the quiet of the room. “Not like this when we’ve been drinking.”
“Oh,” Jungkook sounds relieved and he carefully puts a hand on Yoongi’s exposed stomach. It’s comforting. “Of course, hyung.”
“We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Namjoon says. He combs Yoongi’s hair back and drops a kiss on his exposed forehead. “We’ll still want you tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. Whenever you’re ready, hyung.”
It warms Yoongi’s heart, really. He doesn’t know how he ended up with such gorgeous and understanding men. Men that are willing to put Yoongi’s comfort before anything else.
“Thank you,” he says. His gaze fleets from Jungkook to Namjoon, and he breaks into a genuine smile. “I want you both, too. In case that wasn’t clear.”
Jungkook lets out a pained groan and buries his face on Yoongi’s stomach. He’s painfully close to Yoongi’s hard-on, but he willfully ignores this fact. “Don’t say things like that, hyung. I kind of really, really want to fuck you and I’ve willed my hard-on down already.”
“Jungkook!” Namjoon whisper-yells, slapping Jungkook upside on the head.
Yoongi laughs and it sets off a laugh in Namjoon and Jungkook as well. When they settle down under the covers, with Yoongi sandwiched between them both, Jungkook turns towards Yoongi and throws an arm over his waist. “We’re going to wait, hyung. We’re going to wait until you’re ready.”
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It’s not awkward when Yoongi wakes up in the morning. He has his face pressed against Jungkook’s chest, while Namjoon’s face is pressed against his back.
It’s not awkward later when they have breakfast together, when Jungkook feeds Namjoon, then Namjoon feeds Yoongi. They tease him when he blushes though.
It’s not awkward three days later, when Jungkook walks in on Yoongi as he’s coming out of the bathroom. He catches Jungkook’s gaze on his exposed body, having only a towel his lower half, and despite the number of times they had made out, he’s still shy about showing skin.
“Namjoon’s hogging the bathroom again?” Yoongi asks, if only to distract himself from the heat of Jungkook’s gaze. It works, somehow, because Jungkook’s gaze ends up on his eyes this time.
“Yeah,” Jungkook says. He leans down and presses a chaste kiss against Yoongi’s lips, it’s a quick press of lips but it’s enough to make Yoongi red in the face. “You’re so hot, did you know that?”
“Shut up,” Yoongi protests weakly, swatting at Jungkook’s chest.
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It’s a week after that fated night that Yoongi finds himself in Jungkook and Namjoon’s room once again. He doesn’t even remember what they were doing before this.
Were they talking about the pizza place near Jungkook’s school that they wanted to visit? Or was it about that client of Namjoon’s that’s just a grade A asshole? Maybe it was the research Yoongi’s currently working on?
Perhaps it’s when he blurted out that he’s clean, he got himself tested at the hospital and his results came back with no issues. He’s not sure, but what he does know now is that he’s really fucking aroused and he kinds of what to have sex. Not ‘kind of’, he’s sure he wants sex. He pulls back from kissing Namjoon, leans further from his position on Namjoon’s lap.
“I want you to fuck me,” he says. Plain and simple.
“Jesus fuck, Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook says from behind them. He had left their pile on the bed to take off his clothes, only leaving his boxers on. “I think I just came in my boxers.”
Yoongi giggles at that, eyeing Jungkook appreciatively. When Jungkook climbs in again, settling closer to them, Yoongi leans towards him and slots their lips together.
“So, how do you want to go about this?” Is what Jungkook asks when they break apart. Yoongi pauses, he hadn’t really thought of it that far. He just wants them to fuck him, but the specifics of it though…
“Do you want us to just jack you off or what?” Namjoon asks after a bit of silence. Yoongi turns his head towards him, he opens his mouth but nothing comes out.
“Oh.” Namjoon says, voice deeper than usual. “Oh. Do you want us to take care of you, hyung?”
Yoongi squirms on Namjoon’s lap, gasping when he feels Namjoon’s hard on against the curve of his ass.
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses again, sliding his hands up Yoongi’s shirt. “Which one of us, hyung?”
Yoongi mumbles his response, clutching weakly at Namjoon’s shoulder. He’s rutting more desperately against Namjoon’s clothed cock now.
“What’s that?” Namjoon asks, stilling Yoongi’s hips.
“Both of you, please.” Yoongi whines. “I want both of you.”
Jungkook curses again, his hand tightening against the curve of Yoongi’s waist. It makes him squirm against Namjoon’s lap, but he can’t move because Namjoon’s still holding his hips.
“Please,” he begs again. He sounds desperate. He hopes they get it because he’s really, really desperate now.
“One after the other then,” Namjoon clarifies. He meets Jungkook’s gaze over Yoongi's shoulder and they start moving. Namjoon gently pushes Yoongi off of him. He takes off his own shirt while Jungkook pulls Yoongi’s shirt off.
Yoongi moves to lay down on the bed when Namjoon scoots over, and it makes him dizzy with want seeing how Namjoon and Jungkook are looking at him.
“Hey,” he calls weakly when the two are just staring at each other above him. “Pay attention to me, losers.”
At that, Jungkook laughs and leans down to kiss Yoongi. When he pulls back, his gaze is even darker. “Who do you want to fuck you first, hyung?”
“I don’t—you can—“ Yoongi doesn’t know what to say, his thoughts failing to catch up with his mouth. He lifts his hips when Namjoon tugs at his boxers, sucking in a breath when the material is pulled down his legs, now fully naked in front of both of his lovers.
“Hm?” Namjoon hums teasingly, running his hands from Yoongi’s knee to the middle of his thigh. “How about Jungkook goes first. Then afterwards, I’ll fuck you. How does that sound?”
Yoongi whimpers because that’s exactly how his dreams had been. He flushes, his skin red from the chest up.
“Shit, he likes that, Joonie-hyung.” Jungkook says. “I’m not opposed to it though, because I’m so ready to fuck you.”
Yoongi whimpers again, clutching desperately against Jungkook’s bicep.
He does a poor job of concealing his moans and controlling his body, not when Namjoon’s jacking him off while Jungkook has three fingers inside of him, prodding at his prostate. He shakes and whines desperately, even more so when Namjoon takes his cock into his mouth.
“Please, please Kook-ah. Joon-ah.” Yoongi says, tears forming in his eyes. “I want—“
They move away from him then. Namjoon’s mouth leaving his cock with an obscene ‘pop’, while Jungkook slides his fingers out of Yoongi’s ass. He lets out a sob, hips twitching. “Please, please.” He says again.
Jungkook shushes him, moving to completely hover over Yoongi. Namjoon moves over to the side, tugging at his own cock lazily as he watches them. “I know you’re clean, and we’re both clean, but do you still want to use a condom?”
“No, no. Please, I want to feel you.” Yoongi grasps at Jungkook’s shoulders, thrusting upwards and rutting against Jungkook. He smears precum against Jungkook’s abs.
“Look at him, Kook-ah,” Namjoon says, his hand taking Yoongi’s cock once again. Yoongi’s hips twitch uncontrollably, chasing the warmth of Namjoon’s palm; but Namjoon pulls away. “Guess we just have to give hyung what he wants, huh?”
“‘Course, since he’s been so good.”
Yoongi lets out a sob again, a lone tear spilling down the side of his face.
“It’s alright, hyung,” Jungkook nudges Yoongi’s legs apart, holding them up against each side of his torso. “Keep these here, huh?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Yoongi blubbers mindlessly, slightly squeezing Jungkook's sides with his legs. “Please, I’ll be good for you.”
Beside him, Namjoon curses. The bed jolts a little as Namjoon’s hips stutter, his cock fucking against the tight circle of his hand.
“Don’t come too fast, Joon-hyung. You still gotta fuck Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook teases.
“You know I have short refractory period,” Namjoon says easily.
Jungkook reaches down, aligns his cock against Yoongi’s hole. “Breathe in, hyung.”
Yoongi does just that, but his breath gets stuck in his throat when Jungkook pushes in. He takes several breaths, holding on to Jungkook’s shoulders tightly as he feels more and more of Jungkook’s cock push inwards. When Jungkook’s hips press against Yoongi’s ass, the other lets out a deep moan.
“So warm, so fucking tight. You feel so good, hyung.”
“Please, god. Please,” is all Yoongi manages to say. He doesn’t need to say anything else, because Jungkook pulls back slowly, then fucks back in even slower, but with enough power that it jostles Yoongi against the bed.
He’s lost in the throes of passion as Jungkook fucks him, clutching weakly against his shoulders. He doesn’t even care that he’s breathing too loud, or that he’s becoming whiny. He’s not even embarrassed of the way his body shakes with how hard his comes, or how he moans weakly when Jungkook finally comes inside him.
“You alright?” Namjoon asks, gently running his hands up and down Yoongi’s thigh. “Can you still go another round?”
Jungkook’s watching him too, chest heaving from exertion. Yoongi takes a deep breath, and then another. He’s really, really fucked out. But he wants Namjoon to fuck him too.
“Want you, Joon-ah.” He reaches for Namjoon’s cock and they both moan at the contact. “Please.”
Namjoon scrambles to position himself between Yoongi’s legs. He takes hold of each of Yoongi’s thighs, holding his legs up against his sides much like Jungkook had done. Yoongi has never felt more exposed in this position, what with how wide he has to spread his legs to accommodate Namjoon between his legs. There’s not much of a fanfare, Namjoon slides in and groans at the heat of Yoongi around his cock.
Yoongi, though, shuts his eyes tightly at the press of Namjoon’s cock. They’re both bigger than Yoongi had taken before (he had only taken one cock, that of which was his shitty ex-boyfriend’s who was pretty average), but Namjoon’s slightly bigger than Jungkook. He breathes through his lips, whining weakly when Namjoon’s finally all the way in.
Namjoon’s a little rougher when he fucks Yoongi, but still careful at the same time. Yoongi uselessly clutches at the sheets, until Jungkook takes his hand in one of his, while the other wraps around Yoongi’s cock.
“Still so tight, fuck. Yoongi-hyung, fuck.” Namjoon’s surprisingly more vocal than Jungkook, deep groans mixing with Yoongi’s own. “Fucking hell. Hyung.”
“Joonie,” Yoongi sobs. It’s becoming too much, what with Jungkook’s hand on his cock, and Namjoon’s cock incessantly hitting his prostate. “I’m not gonna last long, please.”
Namjoon shushes him with a kiss, hips slowing down to fuck slowly, deeply into Yoongi. Yoongi whines low in his throat, but he doesn’t mind the change of pace because it brings him closer to the edge all the same. When Namjoon pulls back from the kiss, Yoongi’s breathing more heavily.
“Are you close hyung?” Namjoon asks, thrusting slowly into Yoongi. The head of his cock stretches Yoongi’s rim when he pulls back, it makes Yoongi’s head spin. “Gonna come again?”
Yoongi’s shaking now, moans tumbling out of his mouth. He vaguely registers pleading again. For what though, he’s not sure. It’s not like Namjoon and Jungkook are stopping him from coming. But he feels so, so good nothing makes sense to him.
“You’ve been good for us, hyung.” Jungkook says, hand speeding up on Yoongi’s cock. He twists when he nears the head of Yoongi’s cock, causing a choked moan from Yoongi every time he repeats the action.
“You can come again,” Namjoon says finally. He sounds like he’s close too, and fuck if that doesn’t bring Yoongi to the edge. “Wanna see you coming because of us.”
And who’s Yoongi to deny them when they’d been so good to him, fucking him until he’s in tears?
There’s a ringing in his ears that’s too loud for him when he comes, drowning the sound of his long, drawn out moan when he comes for the second time. He shakes violently, hips fucking uncontrollably, causing Namjoon’s cock to slip in deeper.
“Please, please, please.” Yoongi begs again. “Joonie, Joonie, please.”
That does it for Namjoon, who thrusts deeply into Yoongi before he lets himself go, moaning as his hips move to fuck in and out of Yoongi’s hole, milking himself dry. Beside him, Jungkook curses as he comes again.
It brings Yoongi’s attention back to the core, gaze fleeting to Jungkook. When Jungkook catches him looking at him, he smirks at Yoongi. “Joon-hyung isn’t the only one with a short refractory period.”
Yoongi’s fucked out brain stores that for later.
The next morning, Yoongi sucks off Jungkook in the shower. Then, when he’s done, Namjoon presses Yoongi against the wall and fucks him right there and then. Later, in the afternoon, they take Yoongi back to his own bedroom. They planned to take a nap. But simple kissing turned into a heated make out session, then into something more. They take turns fucking him, somehow it felt more intimate, more passionate. He cries with how good it was. Much, much later, he slowly bounces on Jungkook’s cock, chasing his own orgasm. He’s too tired though, so after he comes, he watches as Namjoon fucks Jungkook until they, too, reach their own high.
It’s good. He’s happy. They’re happy.
——
A lot of things change after that, but also, it somehow feels like nothing’s changed between them.
Yoongi still watches streamers with Jungkook, he still watches true crime documentaries. He still plays games with Jungkook. He still has this two-man book club going on with Namjoon, and those late night talks, and those baking shows that they watch together.
Yoongi also doesn’t have to pathetically fuck himself now because he has two people. There’s lots of kissing and sex. Crazy, mind-blowing, sex that turns Yoongi into a boneless mess afterwards. It doesn’t even matter that they call him a pillow princess, what with being the one to be fucked most of the time. Because it’s worth it. It’s worth it how he ends up being fucked so well that he doesn’t even think about anything else. It’s worth it that he’s able to suck them off and make them come, whining high in their throat when they do.
But what really, really changes, is that Yoongi has two people in his life. And it may be scary at first, or even scary as he navigates this new world where he's in love with two people who love him back just as much, but he's not alone in this. He has two people. Two people who love him, who are so, so good to him. Two people who are eternally patient with him, even during his most unreasonable moments. Two people whom Yoongi loves with his heart.
And then, it's not as scary anymore, because he has them and they have him.