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The bar at the top of the building showed a view of the Korean capital, and the city lights glowed almost twinkling, across the entire length of the view. Mixing with the lights, there were some spaces dominated by darkness - where nature was - forming an interesting design on the horizon. The car lights moved in a continuous, tedious dance... just another night in Seoul. On the horizon, some buildings stood out among others, either for their height or width, or for their grandeur. Some stood out for their personality, while others for their decadence. But that was Seoul: so beautiful and depressing, so new and old, so modern and old-fashioned. 

From up there, Jungkook couldn't really see people - some were blurred silhouettes in very distant windows, while others were completely swallowed up by the landscape. There were no faces, no jobs, no dreams, no attachments. The people walking up and down the streets below were insignificant to Jungkook - not because they were worthless, but because they were down there, tiny, meaningless to him, while he was up there.

Above them.

Untouchable.

Inside the bar, he tasted his drink with the certainty of what fate had in store for him - he knew exactly what he wanted and how he would get there. He'd never doubted himself and his ability to get what he wanted, but he wasn't sure if there was anything he wanted—and hadn't gotten it until now. All around him, people in their custom made suits were chatting, trying to seduce each other—whether to strike a work deal or get into someone’s pants—and Jungkook was extremely bored .

A lot was said about money not buying happiness - and how that was a simplistic, even optimistic claim - but Jungkook agreed to a certain degree. Money brought everything that could be bought, yes. But it brought no emotion. Yes, money could buy and provide exciting experiences - but at some point things would become shallow, tedious. Suddenly, bungee jumping or racing cars wasn't so interesting anymore. New technology became obsolete in a short time, people were more and more predictable.

Emotionless. 

Maybe, Jungkook was a little too bitter about life, but this was an endless week, and he was tired and bored. 

Terribly bored.

Jungkook attracted eyes wherever he went, his beauty and presence were magnetic. There was nothing or no one that Jungkook really wanted that he wouldn't have, quickly, in his hands. People of all types, genders and classes were willing to give up everything they had - and didn't have - to have a moment with him.

Consequences of fame, and power, probably. 

But yet, he was untouchable. Out of their reach.

How boring.

Inside, Jungkook craved to be touchable, reachable, and breakable. But not so easily, or with anyone. Jungkook knew his worth and having it wasn't a grace that everyone could achieve. "Another one?" The pretty bartender asks when he notices that Jungkook’s glass is empty. Jungkook smiles a bit, nodding with his head before sighing. As the barman prepares his next drink quickly, Jungkook looks around. He can recognise some of the faces - some acquaintances even - and he watches them talking with others, eyes roaming back to him every once in a while. 

They seem to be happy, Jungkook thinks, or at least they are good at pretending.

I should go, he whispers to himself, as the bartender serves him the drink. It’s colorful, soft tons of orange and pink, like a sunset on a summer day. It tastes good — not too sweet, not too citrusy, kinda peachy — and Jungkook hums to himself.

I’ll leave. After his drink. 

"Thank you,” He murmurs, turning around the cup with his fingers after taking a sip, smiling a bit when the barman makes a satisfied noise with Jungkook’s reaction. The bartender turns around to serve other people around the bar, and Jungkook takes another sip of his drink, savoring the taste on his tongue for a moment longer, before swallowing.

When he puts his half empty glass down, his eyes are drawn to the DILF sitting across the bar, drinking slowly. The first thing that Jungkook notices is his tangerine hair, a bit wet and messy, framing his face beautifully. The man's milky skin was flawless, sharp eyes adorned with a bit of makeup. His lips were pink and plump, and looked absolutely irresistible as he licked them after taking a sip of his whiskey. He’s dressed in a black t-shirt, simple and yet so refined, complimenting his singular beauty. He looks rough and at the same time, soft; unbothered by his surroundings as he concentrates in the drink and in the music.

A tedious Chopin, Nocturne op.09 is playing in the background, the pianist almost hidden in plain sight in a corner, skilled fingers not missing a note. The man is probably the only one who’s paying attention to him, to the music, while everyone else is immersed in themselves and their desires.

Well, Jungkook is now immersed in him.

It’s not polite to stare, but Jungkook does it shamelessly, suddenly his drink forgotten in his hand. His palms are getting colder as his drink gets warm, but he can’t really help himself. The man is wearing some silver chains and bracelets, along with single hops of silver on his ears. He doesn’t look back at Jungkook, typing on his phone once in a while as he finishes his glass. Jungkook can describe the man as enticing, his energy as magnetic. He finds himself unable to look away, butterflies flying free in his stomach when he thinks of what he would do. Would he approach Jungkook? Or would Jungkook have to be the one to walk up to him? 

He lets his mind run free with all the possibilities as he watches the man, searching up his memory to try to remember where he saw this face before. To have access to the bar, you have to be invited by someone who was already in. The creator and owner was really concerned about people’s safety, especially given the importance of people who attended the parties. 

Which meant that the man was at least, someone with money. A lot of money.

As much as Jungkook thinks, he can’t come up with anything. He never really had seen that face before, he thinks - he was good at remembering people’s faces, and would certainly never forget someone like that man before. Jungkook wasn’t sure about the age that the man could have — he seemed to be young, maybe not younger than him, but certainly not too much older. He also had a DILF energy emanating from him, so sure of himself and with a special glint of knowledge and wisdom that made everything harder for Jungkook. 

Sue him if you want to, but he has a thing for dads.

His friend often teased him about his daddy issues, but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to care or even deny . There was something different in the touch of an older, more experienced man.

He feels hot inside while thinking about this, almost wishing that the mysterious man looked back at him. Jungkook wanted to see his reaction, if he would recognise him, if he would show interest, if he would be one of the many who were willing to spoil him rotten - even if it was for a night only. Jungkook is not subtle in his stare, until the point the man - probably - feels eyes on him, and raises his eyes, meeting Jungkook’s.

Jungkook doesn’t budge, of course, holding eye contact for a moment before raising his eyebrow, challenging. I dare you to not want me, it is what he means, as he smirks a bit, tilting his head to the side. The man stares back for a moment longer, before chuckling, shaking his head as he turns back his attention to his phone. He feels his stomach doing flips inside him, blood running fast in his veins with the probability of being rejected. Jungkook smiles to himself then, a little breathless, as he sips his not so cold drink.

There was only one thing that Jungkook loved more than being spoiled with what he wanted immediately: to be challenged.

He was intimidating, and people often would break eye contact with him after a millisecond, doing it nervously, trying to make themselves smaller to not be noticed. Some more daring would stare back, trying to make themselves bigger, to be noticed by Jungkook. it was fun and easy to break them and their confidence, a simple roll of eyes doing the job.

But the man in front of him didn’t do it.
Not like this.
He stared at Jungkook, watching his face and taking in the view, before looking away. He wasn’t shy, no.
He was just… uninterested. 

Maybe he doesn’t like cute guys, Jungkook thinks, recalling briefly the amount of men that claimed to be straight until they had a moment with him. He chuckles to himself with the thought, sighing as he decides what to do. He should go, go home and maybe call someone to get rid of the tension. He could have a massage or maybe an orgy, or even both, if he wanted and was willing to pretend he was enjoying people. But he wasn't, so riding his infamous collection of custom dildos was an option too, pushing himself down to the monster cocks with fake knots sounded like a good way to relieve the pent up energy.

The options were good, but none were as attractive as the dilf in front of him, and certainly, none of the options made his stomach flutter or his heart beat faster as it happened when the man across from him looked at him again, not subtly in his stare while swallowing the dark gold liquid from his glass. He licks his lips after doing it, and when Jungkook doesn’t break eye contact, he smirks, right corner of his mouth raising to show his teeth.

Jungkook decides then and there what he wants for tonight. 

He gets up and walks to the dilf slowly, warm drink in hand as they stare at each other. The look on the man’s face is a mix of emotions that Jungkook can’t quite place, but the first word that comes to his mind is amused. His hips sway as he walks, feeling as sassy as he can be that night. Beside the man, there’s an empty seat that Jungkook takes gracefully, sitting by his side and crossing his legs, full body turned to the man’s direction. At first, he doesn’t say anything as the dilf looks him up and down, taking him in.

Jungkook doesn’t feel nervous - not a single bit - knowing that he looks absolutely breathtaking as usual. The lilac shirt and black pants he’s wearing compliment his body just right, not too revealing and not hiding too much. His black hair is slicked back tonight, silver eyebrow and lip piercings shining in the dim light of the bar. His black tattoos contrast beautifully against his milky skin, delicate diamonds around his wrist in a bracelet. 

Jungkook not only feels pretty, but he knows that he is. 

The man smiles a bit, turning his attention back to his glass after a moment. He shakes his head again, having fun with the situation. Now that he’s closer, Jungkook can notice things he didn’t before: the man is strong, not muscular like himself, but he certainly works out often. The shirt hugs his pecs just right, and he almost has a cat-like appearance, mischievous. 

Jungkook smirks too, before speaking. “I don’t think I know you.”

The man watches as the barman fills his glass again, not bothering to look back at Jungkook. But he nods, taking the glass to his lips and drinking a bit of it, letting the whiskey sit on his tongue before swallowing. Jungkook never was a big fan of whiskey, preferring beer or soju, or sometimes, some fancy drink that tastes sweet on his tongue. But now, he suddenly feels like the whiskey the man is sipping might be his favorite drink. 

Especially if he gets to taste it on his tongue.

The man seems to have a habit of licking his own lips, making it look plump and inviting, the pinkish tone of his mouth matching with other pink spots on his body.

The man turns his face to Jungkook, this time focusing on his face for a moment. “You’re looking for trouble,” he states, voice hoarse and deep, as if he didn’t speak a single word for days. It does something to Jungkook - the voice, the tone, the statement - making him feel even more bothered, hot. 

“I’m Jungkook,” he answers, limited to not denying - or confirming - what the other said while tilting his head to the side again. The dilf smiles a bit, before nodding, taking the glass up to his mouth again. 

“I know.”

“I know you know, but, it’s still polite to introduce yourself when meeting someone.” He replies, making his eyes look big and almost, repeat, almost innocent. The man laughs this time, and the sound is as deep and low as his voice. How would he sound moaning my name? Jungkook wonders, compelled to find the answer tonight.

“Oh? I’m sorry if I wasn’t polite before. I’m Min Yoongi.” the man says, and Jungkook hums, this time drinking a sip of his own glass. The peach taste is stronger now,  and sweeter.  Isn’t bad, just too sweet, and tonight Jungkook isn’t searching for saccharine.

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook says, smiling a bit. The name isn’t foreign to Jungkook - and Min certainly isn’t a common name - but he can’t remember now. He’s teasing Yoongi a bit with the honorifics, and can tell that Yoongi is at least having fun with it. “I have never seen you here before.”

“I’m not a fan of overpriced and overstated places.” Yoongi replies and Jungkook nods, still smiling. 

“And what do you like?” Jungkook’s voice is sultry, sexy. He sounds like a siren ready to allure and destroy men, but Yoongi isn’t the one to let his ship sink for a beautiful voice - or face. So he looks at his watch, sighing. 

Yoongi knew Jungkook. Everyone did. His face was everywhere that one can imagine, his songs on top of the charts, his name on the biggest categories of the biggest awards. Hearts of many were aching for him, the big doe eyes and sweet voice dragging millions of fans to whatever he wanted them to be. He also knew the “real” Jungkook and his behaviour, knowing that he was constantly looking for trouble, too bored and too addicted to living on a high to keep himself as good and perfect as he was portraying to be, out of the public eye.

However, he definitely wasn’t expecting to be the one to catch Jungkook’s attention, and definitely wasn’t expecting to feel so affected by the man even knowing the type of brat he was. But he was just a man, what could he do?

“What are you looking for, Jungkook?” Yoongi asks, raising his eyebrows to the man close to him, looking him in the eyes.

“Trouble.” Jungkook replies simply, a smug smile on his face. Yoongi snorts, nodding. 

“I see,” Yoongi says, taking a last sip of his glass, hollowing his cheeks as he tastes the golden liquid. He swallows and the alcohol burns his throat a bit, warming up inside his body. Jungkook’s eyes never leave him, and Yoongi wonders how he’d look blindfolded - if he would act this menacing.

“What can I say? I'm a simple man,” Jungkook replies innocently, voice sweet as honey, batting his lashes to convey something he wasn’t.

“And as the simple man you are, if you can’t find trouble, you try to create it?”

Jungkook nods, the corner of his lips curving upwards. He likes the back and forth with Yoongi, he likes not having answers. He enjoys the feeling of not knowing exactly what Yoongi thinks, but knowing that he doesn’t have to feign innocence this time. “And what if I am?” 

Brat, Yoongi thinks, chuckling. 

“I hope you get everything you want, then,”  he says as the barman fills his glass another time. The alcohol doesn’t do anything with him - his tolerance is high - but Jungkook’s presence somehow, for some reason, makes him feel dizzy. Maybe it's the way Jungkook looks at him, challenging him to deny his wishes, or maybe it’s the way he’s silently begging to get into trouble, when Yoongi knows well that he could be too much trouble for the man.

Yoongi ignores the sudden need that he has to prove Jungkook that he should avoid troubles, to wipe that damn smirk of his face and smudge his make up. He for sure would be able to break the brat until he’s begging to be good again, with his face stained with tears. 

Make him a good boy.

“Actually, Yoongi-ssi, this is something easy to fix,” Jungkook says, taking Yoongi’s glass out of his hand on the counter and pulling it to him. Yoongi watches as he raises the glass to his mouth and takes a sip, eyes daring as he stares at Yoongi. 

“How so?” Yoongi asks, watching the movement of Jungkook’s tongue when he licks his lips. The taste of whiskey mixed with cherry lipstick isn’t the best one, but as Jungkook watches Yoongi watching him, it tastes like victory.

“It’s a pretty simple plan: you leave with me, now. We can go to your place. You give me trouble, and I give you a good time.” He offers, taking another sip of Yoongi’s drink. Jungkook makes sure to leave the imprint of his chapstick on the cup, and Yoongi nods, taking back the cup and drinking from it, from the same place that Jungkook’s lips are marked. Jungkook smiles, satisfied like a cat that got the cream. 

“Give me a good time? That’s very altruistic of you.” Yoongi teases back.

“Oh? I’m actually really good, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook says and Yoongi snorts again, laughing as he throws his head back. His adam's apple moves as he takes another sip of his whiskey, shaking is head. 

“I’m sure you are.” He answers ironically, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“I'm glad we agree, Yoongi-ssi," He teases back in the same tone, raising his eyebrows. "So, shall we go?” Jungkook asks, pointing to the back door that leads to the private elevator and parking lot. He puts his hand on top of Yoongi’s, caressing his long, pretty fingers. “I want to prove to you how good I can be.”

Yoongi’s fingers twitch, the urge to hold Jungkook’s hand is big, but he manages to keep it cool, keep in feelings in order. “Tempting,” He says, looking into Jungkook’s eyes, completely amused by his boldness and shamelessness. He comes closer to Jungkook’s face when he speaks, raising his other hand until it reaches their eye level. The silver ring is encrusted with precious stones, and Jungkook’s eyes are drawn to it for a second, when Yoongi speaks. “But I’m married.” 

He stares at it for a second or two, before looking back to Yoongi's eyes, daring. Jungkook definitely doesn’t answer to it as Yoongi expects, but his words aren’t really a surprise when he replies, a smug smile on his lips. “Yoongi-ssi, this is not a problem. I’m not jealous.” 

Jungkook smirks when Yoongi blinks, eyes going darker as he breathes in. His smile is devilish.

He won and he knows it. He feels it.

He also feels a warm hand on his shoulder, followed by a light squeeze. A sultry, soft voice sounds in his ear, making his whole body shiver, goosebumps awakening in his skin. “Good for us, then.” 

Jungkook looks up to the hand on his shoulder, noticing the same ring that Yoongi is wearing shining on the person’s hand. Then, he looks up, and a familiar face stares back at him.

Jimin’s face is beautiful as always, his fleshy lips shining pink with a bit of gloss, sharp eyes accentuated with purple makeup eyeshadow, and he looks deliciously threatening.

As always.

And when Jungkook sees him, he remembers: Min Yoongi, famous photographer, known for mixing holy concepts with BDSM and sex elements, mixing profanity and sacred. Also, husband to worldwide famous top model Park Jimin, his muse.

Jungkook met Jimin before too, while participating in awards and fashion shows. They talked briefly in these occasions, never really having time to come closer to each other and get rid of the sexual tension between them, unfortunately.

Jimin has a smirk on his face when he kisses Yoongi’s mouth, holding his chin. Yoongi closes his eyes and leans into the kiss, and Jungkook swears he can see a smile on his lips too, like he's enjoying being watched like that. When they part their lips, Jimin leans on Yoongi’s leg, taking the whiskey glass and drinking from it. 

He’s dressed in black, waist so tiny and skin so fair that Jungkook wonders if he bruises easily when Yoongi touches him. The thought comes and goes fast, but it’s enough to make Jungkook salivate. “Jealousy is a trait of the ones who are afraid to lose, right baby?” Jimin says, smiling sweetly to Jungkook when Yoongi agrees, nodding. He takes the glass from Jimin’s hands and takes a sip of it, both staring at Jungkook. “So, did I miss something?”

Jimin’s voice isn’t mean, but teasing. Jungkook almost asks if there's any implicit meaning behind his words, but Yoongi beats him, speaking up first. 

“Jungkook is trying to get into trouble,” He says, and Jimin’s eyes widen with fake surprise. He looks from Jungkook to Yoongi, feigning confusion. 

“Ah Yeobo, and you are the trouble he’s looking for?”

“I can be.” Yoongi answers with a smirk, hands holding Jimin, his long fingers almost circling the whole girth of Jimin's waist, and Jungkook loves it. “We can be.”

“I’m not sure if he can handle us both, baby.” Jimin challenges, sweet tone masking the not subtle challenge behind it. Jungkook feels his heart beating fast inside his chest, feeling like a prey under their eyes. “And, when I got here, he was pretty much interested in you, not me. Although, I wouldn’t mind just watching.”

Jungkook chuckles, rolling his eyes. He certainly wouldn’t mind or have any issue with handling both , separated or at the same time.
Wanting Jimin wouldn’t be an issue either.

The night events were taking a turn that he didn’t expect, and his body was buzzing with excitement. He wasn’t sure if this was the type of trouble he was looking for when he decided to approach Yoongi, but he would never complain about the way the story unfolded. “Jimin-ssi,” He says, running the tip of his fingers up and down Jimin’s thighs. The black jeans fabric is a bit rough against his soft digits, and he hums. “It almost makes me offended that you think that I wouldn’t want you…” 

“Oh?” Jimin muses, smirking. His eyes turn into crescents when he does it, but he doesn’t look less dangerous when he’s cute.

“And it definitely offends me that you think I won’t be able to take both of you.” Jungkook’s voice is low, and he maintains eye contact as he lets his fingers wander up and up, closer to Jimin’s crotch, drawing circles to the side until it reaches Yoongi’s hands on Jimin’s hips.

“Jungkook-ah, not to offend you — we would never do that — but I think you’re overestimating yourself.” Yoongi replies, intertwining his fingers with Jungkook’s. His hand is cold, while Jungkook is warm, just like Jimin’s when he covers their hands with his own. 

“Yoongi-ssi, I’m usually not the one who begs for something... So it's fair to say that you’re destroying my pride,” he pouts, and Jimin coos at him.

“Isn’t he cute?” Jimin asks, running his free hand through Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi hums, looking at their hands. He caresses their hands with his thumb, nodding. 

“He is.” Yoongi agrees, looking at Jimin’s face. “And, he said he can be a good boy, which I doubt.” Yoongi says, and Jimin hums in agreement.

“He doesn’t look like a good boy.” 

“I agree,” Yoongi replies, examining Jungkook up and down again. He shakes his head, and this time Jimin pouts, using his free hand to grab Yoongi’s chin again. He keeps his husband’s face still, while he brushes his lips against his. 

Yoongi smiles, when Jimins speaks again, against his mouth. “But we are the best at making bad boys behave, aren’t we?”

Jungkook looks at them for a moment, trying to decide if he’s actually being played with by the couple, and how much he is enjoying it. Both look back at him with interest after sharing a peck, a mix of amusement and desire that Jungkook is loving to see. He smiles, pulling his hand back slowly and crossing his legs to the other side, straightening his posture. He reaches for the abandoned whiskey on the counter, slowly downing the remaining liquid as he pretends to think, like he still hasn't decided what to do. It’s not an open invitation, but Jungkook has always been good at reading between the lines.

The tension in the air is palpable, and Jimin looks at him with hooded eyes as he waits patiently. Jungkook imagines Jimin as a panther for a moment, an imaginary tail swishing behind him as he waits to attack. In this scenario, Jungkook is the easy prey trapped under the predator, but instead of running and hiding, he bares his neck to the panther, ready to be taken. 

The moment stretches for an eternity, while some people pass by their side, and Jungkook feels eyes on them.  It must be an interesting scene to see — maybe the ones who are closer even heard the exchange between them — and Jungkook feels like the main character in a complicated drama. 

Young, beautiful, rich, powerful. Looking for trouble. 

Poor Jungkookie. 

“Hm, another one?” The pretty bartender asks, visibly embarrassed by the tension in the air. None of the three men look back at him. Jimin is the one to tilt his head this time, raising his eyebrows. “You decide, Jungkook-ssi,” he whispers. The couple looks at him expectantly waiting for his reply, and Jungkook savors the moment of power — or lack of it — knowing really well that the couple are the ones with the upper hand now. He puts the glass back on the counter, looking at the pretty bartender with the bottle of whiskey in his hand. “No, we are leaving now. Thank you.” 

And that’s how Jungkook finds himself in real trouble.

The Min’s penthouse was only a few blocks away, in one of the minimalist buildings that stand out in the horizon. The ride until the apartment was intense, as Jungkook can describe. Jimin’s lips and hips were magic, grinding against Jungkook’s lap in the back of the car, while his smart mouth left bruises all over his neck. He giggled every time Jungkook whined, hands tied on his back with one of Yoongi’s headbands - poor thing had to be restrained to not put up a fight that he didn't intend to win. His cock was strained inside his pants as Jimin moved on his lap, Yoongi staring at them through the rear view. The car stopped at a red light when Jungkook felt a cold wind coming inside the car, noticing then that the windows were down. People on the street were passing through, watching as Jimin ravished his mouth inside the dark car, and how eager he was to have more.

“Do you like it, baby? People on the street are watching you.” Jimin whispers in his ear, biting his earlobe as Yoongi chuckles in the front seat, looking around. The inside of the car was dark enough to not expose them too much, while they could see perfectly the outside, illuminated by street lights.

Jungkook doesn’t notice that, too caught up in Jimin’s kisses and touches to think properly about what is possible and what is not, or about the consequences of it. He imagines the flash of cameras capturing the moments of Jimin and him inside the car, and he almost wishes the moment to be exposed, so he can see it from every angle how they look like together. Maybe, if he had the chance, he would ask for Jimin to do it again in front a mirror. “We should fuck him in the middle of street, don’t you think Yeobo? Show them how slutty Jungkookie is.”

“I think we should, kitten. I'm sure people would love to film and take pretty pics of him, to see the whore he is,” Yoongi agrees, watching the traffic lights countdown coming to an end as some people approach the car slowly, phones ready to record what they see. 

“Go ahead, fuck me there, then,” Jungkook spits out, and Jimin laughs loudly, throwing his head back. Even in the dark, his eyes shine, his wicked smile bright.  

“Is that… Jungkook?” They hear a voice from the outside of the car, and Jungkook bites his bottom lip when Jimin sucks a hickey on his neck, pressing his weight down to Jungkook’s clothed cock. He suppress a moan when he listens to steps coming forward, but before they can reach him, the car is moving again, and the voices are nothing but a memory. Jungkook hates the fact that he got so worked up so easily, and wasn’t exactly expecting to be thrown at the parking lot wall as soon as they stepped out of the car, and kissed by both men at the same time.

it was so good already, and he didn't know what exactly was so good. Maybe it was the surprise, or maybe the way they touched him with no reservations, skilled hands pushing his pants down, working in tandem as if it was a choreographed dance, he gasps loudly, as Yoongi touches his hardening cock, while Jimin circles his rim with his fingertips. 

“You’re so mouthy,” Yoongi whispers in his ear, and Jungkook feels his smile against his skin. “Let’s see what else this mouth can do.” 

He’s taken to their place in the private elevator, Jungkook’s pants still down to his thighs. He trips a bit, but Jimin’s hands are firm when guiding him safely. Once they’re inside the elevator, he is pressed against the mirror, Yoongi’s hands grabbing him by the waist and keeping him in place. The whiskey really tastes better in his mouth, Jungkook thinks, and Yoongi’s warm tongue does miracles as he kisses him, making his knees weak.

Jungkook can’t help but moan, biting his lips as Jimin giggles by their side. He swears he can hear the click of a camera, and makes a mental note to demand the pics and videos after, to keep as a souvenir.

Cameras… There were so many of it, inside the building, in the parking lot, and even on the street.

If Jungkook was looking for trouble, he certainly found it now. He could be so easily exposed, but again, he couldn't care less about it. That was a problem for future Jungkook and his team to deal with. Maybe it was time to drop the innocent, pure facade that he had it on for so long. “Color,” Jimin says as soon as they step inside their penthouse, pushing Jungkook to his knees on the floor. The wooden floor is cold, his fair skin colored in a mix of red shades, some turning slowly to soft purples. He looks up to Jimin, breathing in for a second before answering.

“Green,” he replies, watching as both men smile back at him. It’s fond, but it lasts only one second, as they disappear in the room.

“I’ll be right back. Be good for me, okay Pup?” Jimin commands, before leaving Jungkook alone in the living room.

He’s on his knees in front of the window, and from there, he can see the open bar where they were a couple minutes ago. Jungkook can’t really see the streets or landscape as a whole, not really able to see anything but blurred lines in the horizon. His view is limited due to his position, but he knows exactly what’s under him. But now, the feeling isn’t shallow, he’s not bored anymore. The people down the street are no less insignificant, but this time he doesn’t feel untouchable anymore - quite opposite to that.

He keep himself quiet, trying to concentrate and understand what the couple are doing. Jungkook is still breathing fast, but he can listen to Jimin’s airy laugh, along with the sound of drawers being open and closed. He’s not sure, but he thinks he can hear something metallic clashing, but doesn’t have time to think about it, both men returning to the living room together.

“It's a pretty view, isn’t it, baby?”  Jimin asks, voice sweet and soothing, different from his previous touches. He comes closer to Jungkook, kissing his mouth. It’s slow this time, sensual, but has the same effect of his rough kisses from earlier. “I’m gonna undress you, ok?”

Jungkook loves to watch their reactions as Jimin undresses him slowly, taking his time to kiss every inch of exposed skin that he finds under the clothes. He loves to see the satisfied smile on Jimin’s lips when he sees the full tattoo sleeve and the silver piercings on his nipples. Yoongi stares at a safe distance and tries to hide as much as he can, but Jungkook sees when he bites his lips, using his hands to apply some pressure on his clothed cock. Both take in the vision, Jungkook’s body full on display after Jimin removes his shoes, pants and underwear, making him stand naked in front of them. He still has the same smug smile that he had earlier on when both men hum in appreciation, circling him. They touch him with their fingertips, tracing the defined line of Jungkook’s muscles, on his abs and back, his venus dimples, the round curve of his firm ass that Jimin grips, and Yoongi slaps, without much strength.

“Like what you see?” Jungkook teases, cocking his head to the side when both stop in front of him. Yoongi leans to the glass window, while Jimin stands closer to him. Jungkook keeps his posture, but his cock is hard against his stomach, a bead of pre-cum shining on the head. The massive thigh tattoo goes up to his hip and groin steals the attention for a moment, as Jimin admires the tiger lillies adorning Jungkook’s skin.

“I do like what I see,” Jimin says, smiling as he approaches Jungkook, warm hands grabbing not so delicately Jungkook’s cock. “And I think I’ll like even better after we are done with you, brat.” He says, stroking Jungkook's cock slowly, staring at his eyes, drinking in his reaction. Jimin circles his thumb around the head, smearing the pre-cum as he watches Jungkook’s jaw tensing, his breath getting stuck on his throat. Suddenly, the words Jungkook was about to say are forgotten, and he fights himself to not close his eyes and give himself to the feeling. Deep down, Jungkook knows it’s a lost battle, but he’ll try to fight back as much as he can, while he can.

He’s not really trying to prove something to them, but he can’t help but be a bit of a brat, just for fun.

“You both look really good together,” Yoongi says, taking the things they brought from the room out of a black bag and placing it on a table close to them. The table is rectangular and low, made of black ceramic, and Yoongi places all the stuff they brought on top of it slowly. Jimin is still stroking his cock, kissing his jaw and neck while Jungkook tries to keep his eyes open, watching the toys that Yoongi brought to them. He notices the bottle of lube, and on the side he sees a toy - curved in the edge, almost like a tail. Along with the lube and curved vibrator, Yoongi places pink silk ropes on the table, and one last thing. And it's the last thing he places on a table that makes Jungkook’s eyes widen. 

Yoongi looks over his shoulder to Jungkook, and chuckles when he sees his face. Jungkook's eyes are wide, black pupils mixing with black irises, and he looks like scared puppy for a moment. “This one? Is a cock cage, in case you haven’t seen one before. There is a cockring here-” he turns around the pink cage with his fingers, showing to Jungkook how it works “and this is a little cage for you, pretty boy. There’s a slit here, so your come can flow, if we allow you to come.”

“The best part of a cock cage is that you don’t get to touch your useless dick,” Jimin continues, biting Jungkook's neck harshly, pulling the sensitive skin with his teeth, “You only get to take what we give to you.” Jungkook bites his bottom lips at a particular flick of Jimin’s wrist, trying to swallow a moan - and failing.

“What do you think, Pup?” Yoongi asks, and this time is not teasing. He’s genuinely asking. 

When they were leaving the bar together, they agreed quickly that they would use the traffic light system as safe words, and that Jungkook was free to call his colors at any given moment. They also agreed that they wouldn’t do anything that Jungkook didn’t explicitly consent to with his words, and that’s why Jimin stopped his ministrations, positioning himself behind Jungkook without touching him, giving him room to breathe and think - even if it’s just for a moment. 

“I like it, it sounds good.” Jungkook says, voice hoarse. He cleans his throat, and Yoongi smirks. “It’s going to be nice to see you both try to break me with that, though,”  he teases, and Jimin lets out a surprised Oh!, hugging him from behind. 

“Should we get a muzzle to shut this Puppy up? Hm? I'm sure we have one here,” Jimin teases, untying Jungkook’s hands and massaging his wrists for a moment.  He kisses Jungkook’s nape, licking his skin with the tip of his tongue. He giggles provocatively when Jungkook moans softly, pressing his body against Jungkook’s, until the latter can feel the outline of Jimin’s cock on his back “This tiny Pup barks a lot, don’t you think, Yeobo?” 

Yoongi nods, taking the silk ropes in his hands, winding and unrolling the strips of soft fabric. Jimin and Yoongi are still fully clothed, and Jungkook loves the feel of the clothes against his naked body, the fabric – albeit soft – rough against his smooth skin. Yoongi and Jimin keep him in the middle, pressing their bodies against each other.

“We should teach him some good manners, don’t you think, Min-ah?” Yoongi asks, and Jimin nods, his hands coming between Jungkook and Yoongi, reaching for Jungkook’s cock, stroking it lazily.

“I agree, Aegiya, let’s give this dumb Puppy a good training.” He says, tilting his head to the side. Yoongi smiles, before coming forward. Jungkook closes his eyes as he waits for the kiss, and feels frustrated when the kiss doesn’t come. Instead, he opens his eyes to see Jimin and Yoongi kissing each other supported on his shoulder, Jimin laughing against Yoongi’s mouth when Jungkook makes a loud frustrated noise. Their hands move torturously slowly, and Jungkook can’t help but clench around nothing, craving for the moment where he would be filled. He whines, trying to thrust back on Jimin’s hands, but he’s trapped in between them, unable to move freely. They take their sweet time kissing each other, Yoongi’s hands roaming up Jungkook’s body until it reaches Jimin, keeping him closer by holding his neck. 

Jimin hums, grinding his hips against Jungkook’s ass, and the younger man can’t help but whine in dissatisfaction again. 

“Be good for us, and you’ll get anything you want to,” Yoongi murmurs in Jungkook's ear, sucking a bruise in the same spot Jimin sucked earlier. “Will you be good for us, baby?”

Jungkook’s voice is strained when he answers, but his eyes are shining in the dim light. “I thought you would make me.” 

And that’s how it starts. Again.

Suddenly, Jungkook is no longer being sandwiched by the couple, and there aren't any hands all over him. He listens to Jimin’s giggles while he steps back, taking off his clothes. Jungkook marvels at his body, at the big snake tattoo covering his ribs and back. The tattoo is perfect for Jimin, Jungkook thinks, the snake representing well how Jimin moved and carried himself, elegant, almighty, dangerous, sneaky.

“Like what you see?” Jimin teases, pushing his pants down, stepping out of it gracefully. Jungkook can now see his hard cock restrained by the thin fabric of his underwear, and his mouth waters. He doesn't have too much time to marvel at it, as Yoongi turns him around and commands him to get into the position he describes, tying his arms and wrists with the silk ropes behind his back, creating a beautiful pattern on Jungkook’s skin.

They lay Jungkook on the floor carefully, and Jimin goes to the table to get the lube and the curved toy, while Jungkook presents his ass to the air, face pressed against the wooden floor when Yoongi checks on his color. When Jungkook says he’s good to go, Yoongi hums, getting up to undress himself. Jungkook feels more than he sees, Jimin’s wet fingers massaging his ass, spreading his cheeks apart and circling his rim. He feels the lube dripping from Jimin’s hands and running down his balls to his hard cock, as Jimin pushes his fingers inside Jungkook's hole without much ceremony. He laughs when Jungkook clenches around him immediately, cooing at him for being so desperate already. Jungkook opens his mouth to talk, but Jimin curls his fingers, finding his prostate easily.

So he feels desperate for release indeed, Jimin massaging the most sensitive spot on his body steadily, stroking Jungkook’s cock with his other hand. The wet sounds echo inside the quiet room, accompanied by Jungkook’s broken moans, and Jimin smiles. “Pretty,” Yoongi murmurs as he kneels down in front of him, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it until Jungkook’s chest isn’t pressed against the floor anymore. “You like the pain, don’t you?” he asks, gripping tighter on Jungkook’s hair. 

Jungkook nods, cock twitching on Jimin’s hand as he tries to fuck back Jimin’s fingers. His moans are louder now, his whole body being consumed by pleasure by the way Yoongi degrades him, and Jimin fingers him, scissoring his fingers open before pushing it deep and repeating. His cock is throbbing, head dark red as he leaks more and more, feeling Jimin’s soft kisses on his shoulder. He doesn’t really understand - he thought he wasn’t supposed to come! - so Jungkook tries to hold back as much as he can, but it’s impossible, especially when Yoongi sucks on his tongue, and Jimin curls his fingers again. So he comes, drool running down his chin as he kisses Yoongi with his mouth open, hips moving up and down on Jimin’s hands as he rides out his orgasm. His pretty cock spills white on Jimin’s hands, pooling on the floor beneath him. He moans brokenly, and his voice sounds as beautiful as when he’s singing. 

His head is still spinning a bit when Yoongi releases the grip on his hair, and Jimin’s hand movements slow down. He feels when Jimin pushes the toy inside of him, the curve applying pressure right on his prostate restlessly. He shivers, feeling more sensitive than usual, as Yoongi locks him in with the cute pink cage. The cage is made of plastic, and the ring is tight around the base of his cock. On his sensitive cockhead, the cage locks, pressing down his dick when it twitches beautifully. Yoongi is humming when he pushes Jungkook down, lying him on his back on the floor.

Jungkook’s chest is exposed, and Jimin can't help himself but slap Jungkook’s pecs, watching them bounce with the hits. He chuckles when Jungkook bites his lips in order to keep quiet, still trying to seem unfazed. “You can try to hide baby, but your cock twitches when I touch you here,” he teases, pulling Jungkook’s nipples with his fingers softly, making sure it doesn’t hurt (too much). Jungkook groans this time, gasping when Jimin uses his nails to scratch his chest, leaving red marks on his skin. He closes his eyes, clenching around the toy snuggled inside his hole. Then he moans, because it feels really, really good.

Jimin takes his time with his chest, slapping the firm and yet soft muscles until it reaches the shade of red that he was looking for, before hovering Jungkook’s body and sucking his nipples inside his mouth. In that position, Jimin’s clothed dick is pressed against Jungkook’s face, and he can’t help but press his hips down, amused when Jungkook opens his mouth to lick it. He wets the fabric of Jimin’s underwear, making the latter curse under his breath. Jimin’s mouth feels amazing on his tits, and Jungkook almost relaxes with the feeling, forgetting about the things the couple was planning to do with him, until he feels it. Sitting by their side, Yoongi is controlling the vibrator nested inside Jungkook with a remote. The younger man trashes on the floor when the toy reaches a high potency, cock chubbing up quickly inside the cage until it reaches the cage limit. The space is small, and Jungkook presses his legs together, trying to find some relief, but it’s impossible. He moves from one side to the other, and Jimin keeps pins him down with his hands in order to continue sucking Jungkook’s nipples, as Yoongi holds his feet down so he won’t hurt himself.

“Look at you, gangaji. It was easy to tame you... I'm a little disappointed actually,” Yoongi tsks at him, setting the vibration to a stronger setting, chuckling as he watches Jungkook begs for release, thrusting his hips upwards in order to have some non existent friction he needs so much. The couple laughs meanly when he thrusts restlessly in the air, cute cock stuck inside the cage swinging pathetically as he moves. 

“Aren’t you a dumb Puppy, hm?” Jimin says against his mouth, drinking Jungkook's desperate moans as he comes again, spilling inside the cock cage until it leaks a string of cum running down his chest when he doesn’t stop moving. He clenches around the vibrator, feeling his face warming up with the tears he spills.

“Are you ready to be our good boy?” Yoongi asks, setting the vibrations to a low frequency, but never completely stopping. Jungkook is gasping for hair, body full of goosebumps as he feels the orgasm still taking over his body, from head to toes. It takes a moment for him to open his eyes again, Jimin’s soft fingers caressing his hair in order to calm him down. “Color,” he asks, and Jungkook replies breathlessly, “Green. ”

“Are you going to be good for us now, silly baby? Did you learn your lesson?” Jimin whispers lovingly, eyes warm as his voice. Jungkook shakes his head in negative, and Jimin pouts, disappointed. “And here was I, ready to spoil you rotten for the rest of the night,” he teases, giving Jungkook’s mouth a quick peck before getting up. Yoongi pulls Jungkook until he’s kneeling on the floor again, hands still tied on his back. He looks up, as Jimin and Yoongi kiss each other again, this time Jimin pushing down Yoongi’s underwear, until he’s naked. Jungkook is hypnotized by the way they move together, eager hands searching for each other, wet kisses on their mouths and all the expanse of skin they could reach. 

Jimin jerks Yoongi for a moment, and the elder one hisses, sensitive. He’s so hard that it almost hurts, and he grunts against Jimin’s mouth when his husband doesn’t stop, biting Jimin’s bottom lip. The latter giggles, mischievous, as he gets rid of his own underwear. They are so lost on each other, and Jungkook can’t help but feel left out, jealous even. He wants to be touched too, wants to be loved too, wants to feel their taste on his tongue, wants to be able to touch them. So he whines, pouting as Jimin looks at him, swollen lips red and covered with spit.

“What’s wrong, feeling needy already? You just came twice, Pup.” He teases, moaning shamelessly when Yoongi sucks on his neck, throwing his head back as his husband grabs his ass with both hands.

“Slut,” Yoongi whispers against Jimin’s skin, and Jimin laughs again, pleased.

“What’s wrong baby, feeling lonely?” Jimin asks meanly, and Jungkook nods. Both come closer to Jungkook once they are naked, holding him by the hair. “Tongue out, Puppy,” Yoongi orders and Jungkook obeys, sticking his tongue and waiting. Yoongi and Jimin hold their cocks with their hands, stroking it a few times before slapping it on Jungkook’s cheeks. The latter moans, moving his face upwards as he tries to fit their cocks inside his mouth at the same time. They coo at him and his eagerness, laughing a bit when he manages to swallow Jimin’s cock, sucking on the head like it was a lollipop, hollowing his cheeks. Jimin hisses this time, gripping tight on Jungkook’s hair as he trusts his hips forward, fucking Jungkook’s mouth until he chokes, Jimin’s cock reaching his throat and making him gag.

When Jimin releases the grip from his hair, is Yoongi’s turn, slapping his cock against Jungkook’s tongue before face-fucking him, moaning low as Jimin kisses his body. The couple alternates who’s facefucking Jungkook, until their cocks are twitching together inside his mouth. "Open up,” Jimin says and both proceed to force their cocks inside Jungkook’s mouth at the same time. It doesn’t fit, of course, and Jungkook’s teeth scratch lightly the sensitive skin of their cocks, until Jimin can’t help but moan loudly.
He loves the feeling, so they do it again, until Jungkook is sucking them again, alternating between their cocks.

Jungkook's big eyes don’t leave their faces, looking for their approval, drinking in their reactions. He wants to break them as much as he was broken now, and he almost smiles to himself when they can’t take it anymore, coming all over his tongue and face. Yoongi comes first,  sharp thrusts on Jungkook’s mouth, making the younger one drink until the last drop. Jimin follows him right after, pulling Jungkook’s hair, jerking himself off faster, beating his cock on Jungkook’s warm, wet tongue. His come lands on Jungkook’s lips and cheeks, some on his hair and eyebrows. “Beautiful,” Jimin breathes out, body still trembling from his orgasm. 

“God,” Yoongi gasps, pulling Jimin to his arms, kissing his mouth again. They ignore Jungkook and his throbbing cock again, taking their sweet time with each other. Their kisses are filthy, and Jungkook when opens his mouth to complain about being lonely and empty again, the toy inside of him starts to vibrate again. This time, the vibrations are more like a staccato frequency, and Jungkook wails, letting his body fall forward to the floor as he bends his ass up again. They laugh when he does that, Yoongi coming closer to him and slapping his ass a couple times, massing Jungkook’s balls with his hand. It’s wet with lube and come, and he tsks at him again. “Messy, needy Puppy.” he says, voice deep echoing through the room and reverberating inside Jungkook’s mind, making him moan loudly.

“You sound like the slut you are, now,” Jimin says, watching his husband smack Jungkook’s ass until he’s satisfied with the imprints left on Jungkook’s skin. The younger man can’t keep his eyes open, but leans into the touch as much as he can, begging for more silently. His cock twitches again and his abs tense as he feels another orgasm approaching fast, and this time Jungkook cries, begging for it to stop. His sweet sounds echo in the room and go straight to Yoongi and Jimin’s cocks, and they’re hard again in no time.

“Color,” Yoongi demands, and Jungkook moans green, so he keeps going. He holds Jungkook’s testicles tight on his palm, until he feels Jungkook tensing, releasing his grip at the same time the latter comes. And he comes hard, harder than the last times, knees weak as his body sinks down to the floor. The cock cage doesn’t let him feel any real release, not relieving the pressure at all, only adding more to it. He humps down the floor, and the couple laughs one more time at his desperation.

“Dumb puppy, can’t even think anymore…” Jimin says, watching Jungkook’s pathetic attempt to find some relief. Yoongi sets the vibration of the toy to low again, until it stops completely.

“Look at you now baby,” Yoongi says, pulling Jungkook’s leg back until he’s presenting his ass again. He’s careful when he removes the curved vibrator, throwing it behind them. Jungkook trembles, suddenly feeling too empty, sad without any type of stimulation. He feels so empty and hates the feeling so much that he feels capable of doing anything to change it. "Are you going to be a good boy for us now?” 

“Yes, I’ll be a good boy,” Jungkook answers immediately, nodding eagerly. His skin is covered in sweat and come, and his dark hair is sticking to his forehead. The couple praise him, hands running up and down on his body, soothing touches until his breath returns to normal. His mind is dizzy when he feels his hands being untied from his back, his body being lifted and repositioned without much effort. He nods dumbly when they talk to him, eyes glossy and makeup ruined by his tears and spit.

Jimin coos at him again, saying he’s the prettiest Pup they ever had, and Jungkook smiles dumbly with the praise. They check his color again, and he thinks for a moment before saying he’s good to go, “I want to be good.”

“Cute,” Jimin says, stroking Yoongi’s cock a few times and coating it with lube.

Jungkook furrows his brows when Yoongi moves him to lay on top of him, and asks “What’s wrong, baby?” 

“Empty. Want cock, Pup needs cock,” Jungkook babbles, and Yoongi coos at him this time, kissing his mouth as Jimin guides his cock to Jungkook’s hole. Yoongi is careful when he pushes himself inside inch by inch, slowly, watching attentively Jungkook’s face, searching for any signal of discomfort. He meets none, as Jungkook goes pliant on top of him, big body going limp as the younger man lays on his chest, fist cutely closed on his pecs as he feels too dull to do anything but take what is given. 

Yoongi fucks him steadily, picking up a rhytm not too rough or fast, but intense enough to make Jungkook’s toes curl with pleasure each time he moves in and out. The younger one soon is a mess of moans and pleads again, feeling higher every time they praise him for taking cock so good, looking so beautiful. He murmurs broken thanks you’s to them, crying has another orgasm takes over him, and he spills weakly with his cock nested against him and Yoongi. Jimin run his fingers through Jungkook’s hair lovingly, his other hand stroking his own cock. 

His husband looks ravishing fucking Jungkook like that, strong thighs flexing as he moves up and down, thrusting inside Jungkook’s abused hole and he feels his mouth water while he watches it.  “Good boy, aren't you a good boy for us?” Yoongi whispers, spreading Jungkook's asscheeks with his hands. Jungkook nods brainlessly as an answer, spreading more his legs. He’s so fucked out, but yet feels so greedy, that he begs for Jimin’s cock.

“I’ll give it to you baby,” Jimin reassures him, hovering Jungkook and pressing his body down, cock hard against Jungkook’s back. He kisses Jungkook’s shoulder and neck, soft pecks on his skin where he bruised earlier with his teeth. Jungkook pouts cutely, demanding Jimin’s cock inside of him now . “I thought you were a good boy, Pup. Good boys take what we give, they don’t make demands,” Jimin scolds, and Jungkook sulks again, until Yoongi thrust faster inside of him, chasing his own release. It doesn’t take much - not after all the teasing and play from before - and he rolls on the floor, lying Jungkook on his back and pulling out of his hole, stroking his cock until he’s coming all over Jungkook’s chest and face, adding to the mess they made earlier. 

Yoongi grunts, moaning hoarsely as he feels Jimin’s playing with his nipples, free hand taking over Yoongi’s and milking his cock until he’s the one shivering, trembling from oversensitivity. They kiss each other one more time, but Jungkook whines again, begging for Jimin.

“Want Jiminie hyung,” he pouts, and Jimin smiles. Yoongi sits by their side on the floor as Jimin hovers over Jungkook again. He checks on his colors, and once he’s given a green, he pushes himself inside Jungkook. Both shiver with the feeling, Jungkook overstimulated and fucked out, Jimin neglected, feeling like he’s about to burst.

“I’m here, silly baby,” Jimin whispers, kissing Jungkook’s mouth, gathering as much of Yoongi’s come he can with his tongue, before spitting it on Jungkook’s mouth, who gladly accepts and swallows, sticking his tongue out to show how good he is. Jimin praises him, kissing his mouth again as he moves his hips, fucking Jungkook so deep and slowly that the latter can help but cry again, hands grabbing anywhere he can reach on Jimin’s body. “Good?” Jimin whispers in his ear, and Jungkook breathes a “Yes,” throwing his head back as Jimin hits him on the prostate over and over again.

They’re sweaty, and Jungkook is so high that he doesn’t even notice when Yoongi removes the his cock cage, throwing it behind them along with the other stuff they used earlier. Jimin tries to hold back, but he can’t take much, not with Jungkook clenching around him once and again. It’s almost vicious the grip around his cock, and he feels like he’s slowly losing his mind. “You’re so good for us baby, so pretty, so tight, so perfect, ah!” Jimin moans loudly, hips faltering as he comes closer to release. Yoongi sticks his hand in between them when he notices it, whispering a little “I got you,” to Jungkook, stroking his sensitive cock slowly, to not hurt him.

Jungkook cries, dumbly whispering more thank you’s to the couple, furrowing his brows and opening his mouth when he comes one last time, gasping in silence as Yoongi jerks him off. Jimin can’t handle the vision and Yoongi’s smart mouth kissing and sucking bruises on his jaw, and comes too, groaning deep as he grinds down his hips against Jungkook’s ass. Both ride out their orgasm slowly, kissing and letting themselves be kissed by each other languidly.

“Good boy,” Jimin whispers to Jungkook, and it’s the last thing that he listens to before dozing off to sleep, feeling the loving caresses of Jimin and Yoongi.

It’s not morning yet when Jungkook wakes up, feeling his throat dry, stricken with a terrible thirst. He sits on the soft bed, confused for a moment. His body is sore, but at the same he feels relaxed as he moves, almost limp. The city lights illuminate the room weakly, and he’s still naked, despite being covered with a fluffy duvet. 

“Hey,” Jimin says softly, opening his eyes as he feels Jungkook moving. Jungkook doesn’t have to say a single word before Jimin reaches the water bottle on the bedside table, opening the cap and taking it into Jungkook's lips. He chugs the water down mindlessly, gasping for air when Jimin murmurs a little "easy, baby", afraid that Jungkook will choke. “You’re okay?” Jimin asks, fingers massaging Jungkook’s wrists.

Jungkook looks around, and recognises the view - he is in their apartment, in a different room now. The room is dark, but a lamp is lit dimly, giving him enough light to see Yoongi looking at him, waiting for the answer. Jungkook looks down to his own body, suddenly remembering the mess they made earlier. 

He must make a funny face at it, because Jimin giggles then, massaging Jungkook's scalp gingerly. “We cleaned you, baby. And then we brought you to bed after.” He explains, and Jungkook nods. “Are you okay?” Jimin asks again, and Jungkook nods.

“Words, Pup, we need to hear you,” Yoongi says, and Jungkook nods again, looking back at him.

“I’m okay. A bit sore, I guess, but I’m really okay,” he says, smiling a bit. Now, there aren't any traces of the brat that he was before, at the bar on in the living room. There aren’t any masks that Jungkook is wearing in order to maintain his appearance and facades. Now, the couple can admire freely Jungkook’s big doe eyes, eyes that resemble the starry sky and shine even more in the dark. And when he smiles, a tooth smile that gives him a little boyish look, they smile too.

He’s so young, Yoongi thinks, caressing Jungkook’s back to help him relax. 

“Good,” Jimin says, smiling a bit. He’s not wearing makeup now, and neither is Yoongi. They are still naked too, and like that, they are soft, lovingly. There aren't names to live up to, only Jimin and Yoongi. They stare at each other for a moment longer, not knowing exactly what to say or do after all they did. The couple never really had been with someone else outside of the BDSM club they were members of, never took anyone to their house before too.

Jungkook feels his heart aching for a moment, trying to decide what to do. He didn’t really want to go back to his own penthouse, where he’d sleep alone in his bed. He was happy with being there, sharing not only body heat, but feeling like... he was part of something. Jungkook knew that this was probably just a fantasy, that Yoongi and Jimin have a life - just like he has too - but he wanted to allow himself a moment longer of dreaming that he wasn't alone or lonely, even if it was until the morning. So he opens his mouth, ready to ask if he can stay, when Jimin speaks. “Hyung cooks really well, Jungkook-ah. I think you should stay for breakfast.” 

Jungkook stares at Jimin for a moment, before looking back to Yoongi. Both have the same look in their eyes, and it’s kind, warm. And he likes it. A lot.

He nods eagerly, ignoring the butterflies flying in his stomach, leaning forward and kissing Jimin’s mouth, humming against his lips when Jimin smiles. Then, both pull Yoongi to their arms when the eldest grunts, kissing his mouth too until he's smiling with them. They kiss for a while, loving hands running everywhere on each other's body, warming up their skin. When their eyes are too heavy with sleep to keep it open, Jungkook finds a comfortable place to be -  between them, face hidden on Jimin’s neck, with Yoongi’s arms around his waist, strong chest against Jungkook's back.

He settles, feeling confortable for the first time in a long, long time.

He smiles, and it’s almost dozing off to sleep again, when Yoongi asks sleepily, making them giggle as the sun rises:

“Instead of breakfast, can’t we have lunch?”