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            It was a very unfortunate Saturday.

            Well, to Taehyung, it wasn’t going terrible at first. He had woken up late – almost one in the afternoon – and that never happened. He fed Tannie and walked him around their dormitory complex. He scrolled his phone on the toilet until his feet went numb. He called his parents. Posted a selfie to Twitter. Did some online shopping. Napped.

            And he was on his way to Jimin and Hoseok’s room to bug Hoseok about a shirt he was thinking about buying when something caught his eye. A pile of black cloth sitting in the middle of their ridiculously clean showroom-ready living room that nobody ever used unless it was a family meeting or something. Sometimes Yeontan would drag his toys around but as Taehyung bent over at the waist and scooped up the cloth, he realized that it was, in fact, a sock.

            And he realized in the next picosecond, that the sock was encrusted with a heavy layer of a white, dried substance that was unmistakably old cum.

            And Taehyung realized that he just touched one of the member’s cum socks that they used to clean up after masturbating – a lot, by the sheer rigidity of the sock itself – and that’s when the Saturday that started pretty great actually became very, very unfortunate.

            “Fuck!” He cursed out loud, feeling his skin crawl as all the images of all of his fellow members in post-orgasm glow wiped the cum off their bellies or hands with the sock and then discarding it somewhere where Yeontan could find it on his eight-inch tall legs clicked through his head like a malfunctioning PowerPoint show. He dropped the offending item back on the floor. “That’s so gross.” He sang as Usain Bolted to the kitchen as fast as he could and washed his hands. “Guys!” He shouted. “You’re all nasty and I hate you!”

            “What’s going on?” A deep, low voice hummed behind him. Taehyung looked over his shoulder as he was mid-lather, washing his hands brain-surgeon style to Yoongi.

            “When did you get back?” Taehyung blurted to his hyung, who was dressed in multiple layers of comfy sweats.

            “Two days ago.” Yoongi said as he held his tea mug in one hand. “What’s going on?” He pressed.

            “Yeontan dragged someone’s cum sock in the living room.” Taehyung scrubbed harder, turning his long, slender fingers bright red. “And I…touched it.” He grimaced.

            Yoongi’s narrow, feline-like eyes widened slightly and he about-faced and entered the living room. Taehyung finished rinsing and drying his hands and joined Yoongi – who was squatting, examining it like he was an investigator looking over a dead body.

            “It’s not mine.” Yoongi said finally with a shrug.

            “Whose is it?” Taehyung asked.

            “I don’t know.” Yoongi scowled slightly. “I don’t go around examining everyone’s cum socks.” He sniffed a little. “Besides,” He sipped his mug of tea. “I haven’t…needed one…for a little bit.”

            Taehyung’s eyes widened as he realized what that meant. “Hyung, you-,” He started, but was interrupted by Hoseok, who exited his own room dressed similarly in comfortable sweats. His face was sleepy and confused, like he just woke up from a nap.

            “Why is everyone yelling?” He asked and yawned.

            Taehyung pointed at the sock. “Someone’s cum sock is in the living room and I touched it.” He reiterated in the most disgusted tone he could muster.

            Hoseok squinted at the sock. “It’s not mine.” He shrugged. “I’ve been getting laid pretty regularly not to need one.”

            Taehyung did not fail to notice how Yoongi’s normally, pale round face suddenly turned the same shade as strawberry jam. However, there were bigger issues at hand. Starting with – “well, then, whose is it?”           

            Hoseok squinted at it again. “Jungkook’s?” He guessed.

            “That's my name.” Jungkook said as he appeared through the front door carrying shopping bags. “Why are we saying it, though?”

            “Is this your cum sock?” Taehyung pointed to the pile of black that marred their living room rug like a boil that needed to be lanced.

            “Um,” Jungkook blinked his large doe eyes. “What was that?”

            “Your cum sock!” Taehyung almost shouted, annoyed now. “Is this your cum sock?”

            “Say it loud, Taehyung.” Yoongi chuckled. “I don’t think Ilsan heard you.”

            Taehyung flushed red. “I just want an apology since I had to touch it.”

            Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed. “Well, it isn’t mine.” He said. “I’ve been,” He shrugged. “having sex?”

            That made Taehyung even madder. First of all, there was a goddamn cum sock in the middle of the living room rug. Second of all, nobody was claiming said sock. Thirdly, it seemed to be that he was the only one not getting laid, which was entirely unfair. “Just became you’re having sex, doesn’t automatically stop you from jerking off.” He pointed out.

            “Yeah,” Yoongi agreed with a low hum. “But, if you’re having enough of it…” Hoseok smiled knowingly at Yoongi’s words, his head tipping back.

            “Hyung,” Taehyung groaned. “Can you get rid of it?”

            “I’m not touching it.” Yoongi said with a grimace. “It’s not mine.”

            “Yeontan’s going to keep chewing on it.” Tae said and poked it with his toe like it was a sleeping animal.

            “Ew,” Jungkook said. “You poked it.”

            “Why are we all huddled up?” Everyone turned to Namjoon – his figure dressed like he was on his way to the gym. He smiled and his eyebrows rose. “What?”

            Tae just pointed to the floor. “Cum.” He said. “Sock.”

            “What?” Namjoon repeated and looked at the sock. “It’s not mine-,”



            “Getting laid.” Taehyung finished and then held up his hand. “We got it. So is everyone else but me apparently.”

            Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed deeper as he looked around at the huddle they were in. “You guys…” A dawn of realization crossed his face. “Oh. Yoongi hyung?” He asked with surprise.

            “Yoongi hyung?” Yoongi repeated. “Why do you sound so shocked?”

            “Well,” Namjoon flushed red. “No reason.”

            “No, what do you mean by that?” Yoongi pressed. “I’m capable of getting dick just like the rest of you.” He looked at Jungkook. “Or pussy. Sorry.”

            “I’m not…” Jungkook stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

            Hoseok started to laugh his nervous laugh – loud and slightly shrill. “It’s okay.” He said. “We don’t need to know everything about everyone, right?”

            “That’s bullshit,” Yoongi said. “Almost ten year, Namjoon. Ten years we’ve been living together. And I’ve seen way more action than you have.”

            Namjoon’s smile faded. “Yoongi, I didn’t mean anything by it. You just haven’t been…” He shrugged. “I don’t know. You get weird and nervous when you’re dating someone and-,”

            “I’m not dating him.” Yoongi said, squaring his shoulders a little. “It’s just sex.”

            “Okay,” Namjoon held up his hands. “I’m sorry if I-,”

            “What?” Hoseok asked, his laughter dying as he cut off Namjoon. “Yoongi hyung, but you said-,” His whole body shifting. “What do you mean it’s ‘just sex?’” He put his hand on his hip, his eyes going wide and starry like they did when he was sad.

            Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You guys?” He pointed rapidly.

            “Hoseok?” Namjoon looked deeply confused by this turn of events. “Are you and Yoongi…?”

            Hoseok’s eyes widened slightly and he tensed up. His nervous laugh came back and he turned around. “Well,” He started. “That’s not what I-,”

            “Yes,” Yoongi said. “Hoseok and I have been sleeping together. For almost a year now.” The words exploding out of him, even though his voice was still low and even. “and we’ve been keeping it a secret because you guys can’t react like adults.”

            Namjoon’s form wilted a little. “Hoseok,” He said. “A year? But, what about…?”

            “We, um,” Hoseok continued to laugh inappropriately like the aquarius he was. “We never said…”

            Yoongi looked confused now. “What’s going on?”

            “I’ve been, um, sleeping with Namjoon too.” Hoseok mumbled, his laughter dying. He gave a little gulp.

            “Wh-what?” Yoongi stammered. “When did this start happening?”

            “Well, um, in May in LA…” Hoseok started to explain.

            Taehyung stuffed his fingers into his eye sockets and rubbed until he saw fireworks and what he hoped to be the end of life as he knew it. “Guys,” He interrupted. “We already have an issue at hand to deal with.” He pointed to the floor. “The cum. Sock.”

            “You haven’t been sleeping with Namjoon hyung.” Jungkook blurted suddenly and pointed at Hoseok. “Because, I have been sleeping with Namjoon hyung.”

            Everyone looked at Jungkook like he had grown a second head and had started an incantation to the Dark Lord.

            “Jungkook,” Hoseok said. “But, you’re…”

            “I’m not straight. I never once inferred I was straight. Everyone just assumed I was straight because I never…got dicked down. But, Namjoon hyung…” He started glowing maroon. “Has helped me. A lot.” He gulped. “And I…” He deflated, the fight blowing out of him and then he shrugged, not bothering to finish that sentence.

            “You’ve been sleeping with Jungkook?” Hoseok asked, sounding offended.

            “You’ve been sleeping with Yoongi hyung?” Namjoon asked in an equally as offended tone.

            “We never said it was exclusive.” Hoseok crossed his arms.

            “That’s not what you said when you were riding my-,”

            “Wait,” Yoongi growled. “You let him top you? You’ve never let me top you.” He ran his fingers through his hair and groaned, a deep line of red across his cheeks. “I’m going to my room.”

            “Yoongi hyung,” Hoseok groaned and started to follow him. “You’ve never said you wanted to top me. I’ll let you top me if that’s what you want.”

            “Wait,” Namjoon said and turned around as well. “Hobi. Wait.”

            Taehyung waited until there were three door opens and slams in rapid succession before letting out the deepest sigh known to mankind. He stared down at the cum sock, cursing its existence. “Well, that went just swell.” He grumbled and looked up at Jungkook, who was staring down at the sock with a perturbed look on his face. “Are you okay?”

            Jungkook nodded. “I…think so?” He shrugged. “I wasn’t emotionally involved with Namjoon. He just…” He shrugged again. “Just let me try out new things with him.” He looked down the hallway, his voice a bit melancholic.

            “You don’t sound like you weren’t emotionally involved.”

            “I…” Jungkook let out a little sigh. “It’s Namjoon hyung.” He said it like Taehyung was supposed to understand, his upper lip clamped down on his lower.

            “Go,” Taehyung motioned. “It sounds like you need to work things out.”

            Jungkook nodded. “Y-yeah.” He said and started to turn. “You’re probably right.”

            Taehyung was left alone to figure out the mystery of the cum sock Sherlock-Holmes style. And the best way to solve mysterious was deduction. And so far, Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jungkook were off the table since they seemed to be involved – as of three and half minutes ago – in some sort of love parallelogram. It wasn’t Tae’s, as Tae’s cum rag was a Gucci pocket square that felt way too good on his cock and he always hid between his mattress and his box spring away from where Yeontan could get it. So…that left Jimin and Seokjin.

            Like, the celestial, cosmic being he was, Jimin appeared through the front door of their dormitory looking like a slightly flustered Greek god as he carried in a duffle bag. He threw it on the couch.

            “Chim,” Tae said and pointed. “Is this yours?”

            Jimin moved to stand next to Tae. He looked down to what Tae was pointed at. “That’s an interesting hello after almost a month apart.” He said as he crossed his arms.

            “I’ve had a very long day.” Taehyung said and crossed his arms. “I touched someone’s dried cum. I can’t find this shirt in my size anywhere on the internet. Namjoon hyung is sleeping with Hoseok hyung and Jungkook. Hoseok hyung is also sleeping with Yoongi hyung, but won’t let him top him. Jungkook is definitely not straight. I just-,”

            Jimin’s chin tipped up. “Hey,” He interrupted, his eyes flashing. “You wanna fuck?”

            Taehyung felt his skin burst into flames. “God, yes.” He almost, almost started crying.

            Jimin wrapped his tiny, chubby fingers around Taehyung’s and started dragging him towards his bedroom, the cum sock forgotten on the plush, ivory living room rug.



            Jungkook wasn’t sure what he walked into – or if he should be walking in at all – but his dick had definitely been in Namjoon’s mouth and vice versa, so he assumed that he had some sort of stake in the conversation that was happening on Yoongi’s bed at that moment.

            “Communication,” Namjoon said as he sat on Yoongi’s office chair, one of his long, tan, muscular, beautiful legs pulled up into the seat with him. “How many times do I have to stress communication?”

            “You literally were two-timing me with Jungkook, Namjoon.” Hoseok said from where he sat cross-legged against Yoongi’s headboard, one of his throw pillows in his lap. “Where was that communication?”

            “I was not.” Namjoon argued. “Jungkook,” He made a lazy motion towards where the maknae was standing in front of the closed doorway. “Asked me for advice and I thought it was easier to…” He shrugged. “Show him than tell him.”

            Hoseok rolled his eyes. “I think I saw that in a porno once, Joon.”

            Yoongi was laying flat on his back on the bed, his feet hanging off the edge and his hands folded on his chest like a corpse. He gave a low hum.

            “And besides,” Namjoon said as he swiveled the chair. “When were you going to tell me about Yoongi hyung?”

            Hoseok blazed red. “Well, apparently never.” He said. “Since it was ‘just sex.’”

            “It was just sex.” Yoongi said. “Was being the key word in there.” He sat up. “Now, please leave my room.”

            “Wait,” Jungkook said and opened his arms a little to guard the door. “Shouldn’t we…work this out? We don’t want tension in the group…” He gulped a little as his hyungs scrutinized him. “Since the dynamic is different and all now.”

            “He’s right.” Namjoon said. “We should work this out so we aren’t mad at each other at least.” He swiveled the chair around. “I’ll go first. Hobi, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Jungkook. I thought it wasn’t a big deal because Kookie and I were just fooling around. That was wrong of me.”

            Hoseok pressed his lips in a flat line, making his dimple pop out. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Yoongi hyung. I’m sorry to you, Yoongi hyung that I didn’t tell you about Namjoon. I just…” He looked down at the pillow he was holding. “I think I was scared a little. I…love you both so much. I didn’t want to lose either of you.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

            Jungkook hadn’t seen Hoseok cry that often, but watching his lower lip quiver now made him jerk from where he was guarding the door into the bed to give him a hug. “It’s okay, Hobi hyung.” He said as he crushed him to his chest. “Don’t cry.”

            “Jungkook.” Hoseok said, giggling and sniffling a little. “Where did you come from?”

            “It’s not just sex.” Yoongi murmured and everyone turned to look at him. His eyebrows creased. “It’s not just sex…with you…Hoseok.” His eyes were shining under his line of dark bangs. “I love you Hoseok. I’ve always been in love with you.” He played with his fingers.

            Jungkook moved to sit next to Hoseok on the bed as Hoseok smiled big and wide, tears streaming down his face. “You do?” His eyebrows furrowed.

            Yoongi nodded. “I do.” He glanced at Namjoon. “I know we weren’t exclusive. But, it hurts me a lot that you were…seeing other people.”

            Hoseok launched himself from the head of the bed to give Yoongi a soul-crushing hug. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He said as he buried his nose into Yoongi’s shoulder and squeezed him. “I’m sorry.”

            “It’s okay.” Yoongi looked relieved, like someone had removed a big weight on his shoulders. He closed his eyes and his face went happy and serene.

            “So…that’s it?” Namjoon looked pretty broken up as he watched Hoseok and Yoongi embrace. That caused a lot of emotions in Jungkook. A lot of angry, hurt emotions. A maelstrom. How dare they hurt Namjoon and how dare he love Hoseok instead of him? “You guys are…dating now?”

            Hoseok saw Namjoon’s hurt expression too and pulled away from Yoongi. “Joonie.” He huffed and look at Yoongi. “Yoongi hyung,” He picked up his hand. “While we are being honest, when I said that I love both of you. I mean…I love both of you.”

            Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly and he regarded Namjoon for a long moment. A long moment there was nothing but silence and static and suspense. “I do too.” Yoongi finally whispered. “I love Namjoon too.”

            “What?” Hoseok squeaked.

            “What?” Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed.

            “What?” Jungkook jerked. “What the fuck-,”

            “I mean,” Yoongi shrugged. “How can you not, right? We’ve been living together for so long…and remember how I would sneak into bed with you Namjoon and you would wrap your arms around me and we would just stay up, talking about our dreams and-,”

            Namjoon launched himself from the office chair and…onto Yoongi’s lips. Yep. That was happening. They were kissing and crying and embracing. And Hoseok was crying. And Namjoon…wasn’t a crier but he looked pretty fucking sentimental as his hand found Yoongi’s face. “I love you too.”

            “Bye.” Jungkook wiggled his way off the bed. Why’d he even come in here? It was a mistake. A big one. Of course, Namjoon didn’t think of him like that. He was just…teaching – Jungkook winced – it was a teaching moment. Namjoon was a good leader and a great brother and of course it was just a teaching moment. Jungkook was just stupid for letting himself get emotionally involved. And that’s all it was, right? Emotional involvement. He wasn’t in love with his hyung. Right?

            “Jungkook,” Namjoon’s voice stopped him. “Where are you going?”

            Jungkook turned around, his hand still on the doorknob. “I don’t,” He mumbled. “I don’t want to interrupt.”

            “Come here.” Namjoon motioned.

            “No, that’s okay.” Jungkook gulped. “You guys look really great together.” And they did. And that made it like, fourteen thousand times worse. Because Yoongi looked so happy to be sandwiched between Hoseok, who had his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and Namjoon, who had his arms wrapped around Yoongi. They looked…great. “I don’t want to interrupt.”

            “You’re not interrupting.” Namjoon said. “Come here.”

            Jungkook shuffled back over to the bed and Hoseok and Namjoon both wrapped their arms around him and pulled him on, completing the circle with him. That made him feel a little better as he allowed himself to sink into their embrace, their familiar smells, their deep sighs and breaths. They sat like that for a really long time and Jungkook actually started to fall asleep as he dug his face into Hoseok’s shoulder.

            “I have a suggestion.” Yoongi said lowly. “Don’t laugh at me.”

            “What’s that?”

            “We should…the four of us…all fuck.”

            More silence. Jungkook felt himself go a little rigid at the suggestion. The four of them? Like, right now? But, both Namjoon and Hoseok’s hands rubbed up and down his back and he felt better.

            “It makes sense.” Yoongi said. “We can just…release the tension? And get it out of our system?”

            “I’d…be okay with that.” Hoseok said gently.

            “Me too.” Namjoon said as he continued to rake up and down Jungkook’s back. “Jungkook, baby,” Namjoon’s voice went deadly low and rumbly from his chest and Jungkook literally felt his dick bob in his pants like Pavlov’s dog waiting for a snack. “It’s up to you. I know-,”

            “I’m fine with it.” He said quickly.

            Namjoon raked his fingers through Jungkook’s hair that Jungkook was letting himself grow out during break before the stylists suggested cotton candy blue or something as equally obnoxious for their next comeback. He let himself close his eyes and melt into the touch – just becoming jello in Namjoon’s big, muscular, beautiful arms. Namjoon pressed his lips to Jungkook’s temple, his hair, his jawline – dotting kisses all over Jungkook. And it kind of just felt like every other time Jungkook had snuck into Namjoon’s room and they would have sex, Jungkook would just…thaw against Namjoon’s warm embrace.

            Namjoon’s lips found his neck – teeth and tongue, but no lips because they couldn’t do hickies - and Jungkook moaned a little bit when Namjoon’s scraped his teeth against his skin.

            And another moan caused Jungkook’s eyes to fly open and he watched as Hoseok and Yoongi next to them on the bed, also making out but in a more intimate embrace as Yoongi pinned down Hoseok by his wrists and was lording over him with this wicked expression on his face. Hoseok’s face was...slack. As someone had total control over his own body all the time, it was weird to see Hoseok…out of it.

            “Is he okay?” Jungkook blurted.

            Namjoon chuckled. “He’s fine.” Namjoon said.

            “He’ll definitely be fine once I’m done with him.” Yoongi said, his voice a growl. “I’m going to fucking top you,” He weaved his fingers in Hoseok hair and he pulled, eliciting a throaty moan. “you whore.”

            Hoseok moaned again. “Not if I,” Hoseok said, his fingers wrapping around Yoongi’s wrist that was on top of his head. “Top you first.” He grinned back and then pulled Yoongi down into another kiss – wet, with their tongues tangling together.

            Jungkook felt his own breath catch. “That’s hot.” He said.

            “You like watching them?” Namjoon asked as he nosed Jungkook’s sternum.

            Jungkook felt himself salivate as Yoongi pushed up Hoseok’s t-shirt and raked his fingernails over Hoseok’s front. “Um,” Namjoon pressed his hand on Jungkook’s front and his thoughts scrambled. "Um." 

            “Ddaeng.” Hoseok said and both Yoongi and Namjoon froze. He propped himself up on his elbows and then bopped Yoongi on the arm. “No. Not…I’m not safewording.” He rolled his eyes and then looked at Jungkook. “If you need to stop. That’s the safeword. Ddaeng.”

            “You used to the same safeword with Namjoon that you did with me?” Yoongi asked as he pulled off Hoseok’s t-shirt and then his own, his thighs on either side of Hoseok’s as he straddled his lap.

            Hoseok shrugged. “It was easiest.” He pushed Yoongi off and crawled on his hands and knees to Jungkook, giving him a kiss. His mouth was already red and flushed and moist from Yoongi’s lips pressed up against Jungkook’s, while still wrapped in Namjoon’s embraced made his head spin a little. “What’s the safeword?” Hoseok asked as his hand bumped into Namjoon’s on Jungkook’s chest.


            Hoseok let his hand coast to Jungkook’s crotch. “Good.” He rubbed Jungkook’s boner through his sweats and Jungkook couldn’t hold back the moan. “Hyung.” He breathed and suddenly there were three pairs of hands on Jungkook – rubbing and touching and taking off his shirt and laying him down on the bed. Hoseok fell down on the bed next to him and started pressing his lips to Jungkook’s shoulder.

            He stared up and Yoongi and Namjoon as they sat back on their heels and removed their shirts. Namjoon was safe and warm made Jungkook feel…secure. Yoongi was dangerous? Yeah. A little dangerous as he stared at Jungkook with his dark eyes with analysis and…hunger.

            Jungkook did not know who he wanted more.

            He wasn’t given a choice, however as Yoongi folded himself over Jungkook to get into his face, they sat nose to nose, chest to chest. “Can I make you feel good?” His voice wasn’t as rough as it was with Hoseok, but it was still low and deadly sexy.

            “Yeah.” Jungkook gulped.

            Yoongi kissed Jungkook, his lips firmer than Namjoon’s and drier than Hoseok’s as he linked his fingers around Jungkook’s sweatpants and tugged them down. The air conditioning and Yoongi’s hot hands rose goosebumps on Jungkook’s skin as Yoongi crawled down his body, his tongue licking a trail down his neck to his chest.

He looked over at Namjoon and Hoseok – Hoseok straddling Namjoon’s lap as they kissed. Hoseok still looked dreamy in the face, and Namjoon’s hands were firm around his waist, like he knew exactly where Hoseok needed to be supported, to be cared for, to be loved.

            Jungkook moaned from a sudden shock and looked down to Yoongi’s tongue licking at his nipple.

            “You’re so sensitive.” Yoongi smirked as he fingers replaced his lips. Jungkook moaned again as jolts of warmth blasted from his nipple right to his dick.

            Suddenly there was a little sob and both Yoongi and Jungkook looked over Namjoon and Hoseok.

            “Baby,” Namjoon said and rubbed Hoseok’s back. “What’s wrong?”

            “Nothing.” Hoseok said as he pressed his face into Namjoon’s neck. “I’m so happy.” He sniffed and looked over. “You guys make me so happy.”

            Yoongi gave a little sigh and a smile and climbed off Jungkook’s front as Hoseok was laid down on the pillows by Namjoon. “So, I take it that he does this with you too?”

            “Oh, yeah.” Namjoon said as he tugged down Hoseok’s pants. “He’s so extreme in bed. He’s either crying or yelling or demanding to be spat on. He’s nuts.”

            “I’m not nuts.” Hoseok pouted, his face all tear-streaked and red now. "Don't kink shame me."

            “Shhh,” Yoongi ran his fingers through Hoseok’s hair as climbed on Hoseok’s lap. “Let us take care of you.”

            “I thought you were going to top me.” He tipped his head back to let Namjoon kiss his jawline as Namjoon freed his own, thick and hard cock from his sweatpants. He pressed it against Hoseok’ bare thigh.

            “Wait,” Jungkook pushed his pants all the way down and kicked them to the floor. He scrambled to Hoseok’s side, opposite of Namjoon. “I want to make him feel good too.”

            “Jungkook’s getting really good at giving head.” Namjoon said proudly.

            “Let’s blow him together.” Yoongi said and climbed down Hoseok’s legs, straddling his calves. He pulled Jungkook’s bicep so they were side by side. It was a little weird to being at eyelevel with Hoseok’s hard dick that was a deep, beautiful color like the rest of him. Yoongi started at the head, giving it little kisses and Jungkook started at Hoseok’s waxed and hairless balls. Namjoon continued to kiss under Hoseok’s neck and honestly, it made Jungkook feel really, really good as he watched their main dancer’s eyes roll into his head and his jaw fall slack knowing that he was the one causing it.

            “I’m gonna fuck you.” Yoongi said and gripped Hoseok’s thigh, causing him to resurface a little. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out. What’s this ‘sub top’ shit, hmm?” He licked a long stripe from head to base and Hoseok moaned in response.

            “Hoseok,” Namjoon said firmly. “Yoongi asked you a question.” Hoseok did not respond and Namjoon gripped his jaw and forced him to look him in the eyes. “He asked you a question.”

            “He didn’t call me a name.” Hoseok said.


            Hoseok flinched and Jungkook flinched as well at Yoongi’s smack on his thigh. But, Hoseok’s cock bobbed, smacking Jungkook in the eye a little and he let out a little moan. “You’re being a brat.” Yoongi said.

            “Punish me then.” Hoseok gave a little smile as he ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

            Yoongi pushed Jungkook off and sat up himself, his fingers wrapping around Hoseok’s dick. Namjoon fell off of Hoseok too, instead crossing over him to cup Jungkook’s face and kiss him. Joon carefully climbed over Hoseok so he could embrace Jungkook. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders and fell on the bed next to Hoseok.

            “You fucking whore.” Yoongi growled lowly as he jerked Hoseok off. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

            “Mmm.” Hoseok’s legs opened wider, bumping Jungkook’s. Jungkook reached over and ran his hand down Hoseok’s front before gripping his nipple – all while kissing Namjoon. Hoseok let out a whine and jerked. “Fuck!” He cried.

            “No cumming.” There was another smack. “Dirty whore.”

            “Get on your hands and knees.” Namjoon whispered into Jungkook’s ear, eliciting goosebumps down his front and arms. Jungkook scrambled into position, his face over Hoseok’s.

            Hoseok’s face was pinched with frustration – but also rapture. He noticed Jungkook’s eyes on him and lifted his head to kiss him.

            “No,” Yoongi wrenched Hoseok’s jaw away from Jungkook’s. “You’re mine right now.” Jungkook watched Hoseok’s eyes empty.

            Suddenly, there was something very warm and very wet on Jungkook’s hole and he fought the urge to collapse flat on the bed in a puddle of goo. Namjoon was very skilled with his tongue. Very, very skilled. And Jungkook felt precum bead at his head and drip off.

            And then there was another tongue and he turned and looked over his shoulder to Yoongi, who was on his hands and knees with Namjoon as he ate out Jungkook’s ass. Namjoon ha his fingers around Yoongi’s cock – which was cute and pink at the head like his lips. They were so…beautiful. Both of them side by side, pants around their knees, Namjoon jerking off Yoongi. Gorgeous.

            “Hey,” Hoseok whined, his own fingers wrapping around his cock. “Don’t just leave me here.”

            “You’re going to lay there.” Yoongi ordered, his breath hot against Jungkook’s hole. He shivered. “And you’re not going to touch yourself.”

            Hoseok’s hand fell away from himself and he was breathing in long belts. “Yoongi.” He whined.

            “Get on your hands and knees.” Namjoon said to Hoseok and then looked at Yoongi. “You too.”


            “Yes you.” Namjoon said. “I’ll make you if I have to.” He gave a little, joking smile.

            Yoongi smiled back. “Then make me.” He said. “I’m still the hyung.”

            Namjoon rose up and stood at the foot of the bed. He grabbed Yoongi’s ankle, eliciting a little shriek from him and pulled him to the edge of the bed and then grabbed his face and kissed him. Long and deep and powerful. “Hands and knees.” Namjoon said when he detached.

            “Okay.” Yoongi said.

            “Jungkook is going to fuck you.” Namjoon said. “And you’re going to fuck Hoseok’s ass while I get his mouth.” He said. “Where is your lube?”

            “Left drawer.” Yoongi said as he helped Hoseok get on his hands and knees, his face facing the foot of the bed. He gave him a hard smack on the ass and Hoseok’s cock dribbled precum and he gave a whine in response.

            “Someone spit on me.” Hoseok said and then his eyes widened. “Fuck! Bukkake. I want Bukkake.”

            “Shut the fuck up.” Yoongi said and smacked him again. “You’re so needy.” He grabbed Hoseok’s cock and gently stroked him – it was very contradictory to the insults flying out of his mouth. “Are you my needy baby?”

            “Yes.” Hoseok said. “And his needy baby.” He looked up at Namjoon as he came around the foot of the bed, condoms and lube in his hands. “And his needy baby.” He motioned with his head in Jungkook’s direction. His arms shook a little like an unsure baby deer. “Someone please put their cock in me before I explode.”

            Namjoon dropped the crap he gathered on the bed and gripped Hoseok’s face, his eyes flashing. To Jungkook’s absolute horror – you know since Namjoon was the leader and Hoseok was technically his hyung and just because who does that – Namjoon spat…on Hoseok’s face.

            Hoseok apparently liked it, though. His eyes rolled back up and his jaw fell slack and he stopped whining. “Yoongi’s going to top you.”

            “Yeah.” Hoseok garbled.

            “You haven’t let him top you before.”

            Hoseok garbled something else out. Jungkook caught “-power bottom.”

            Namjoon giggled. “I love you.” He said and sucked in a breath.

            “I love you too.” Yoongi said as he smacked Hoseok.  “Now, let me demolish this pretty, blemish-free ass of yours.”

            “Love…you.” Hoseok said, shaking again.

            Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Jungkook as he reached for the lube and squirted some on his fingers. He handed the bottle to Namjoon, who lubed up his hand as well. “I’ll stretch myself.” He said and reached behind himself. There was a slight squelch and he winced. Jungkook glanced at Namjoon, who was working his fingers into Hoseok, who was bucking back on them.

            Namjoon’s face looked so serene, even though his cock was tall against his stomach. He wanted to make him feel good. He glanced at Hoseok. Maybe not that good. But, Namjoon had been taking care of everyone else. He needed attention too.

            Jungkook moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed Namjoon’s cock. It was tall and thick and, honestly, hard to manage from its size. But, Jungkook really learned to love its massiveness as he held the weight in his hand and wrapping his lips around the head.

            “Jungkook,” Namjoon breathed as he fingered Hoseok. “You’re getting so good at that.”

            Jungkook felt every fiber of his person light up for a second at the praise. It made his own knees weak and he continued to drip precum.

            “Mmm…Jungkook.” Namjoon said as Jungkook hollowed out his cheeks and took his whole length, gagging himself on it. Tears stung his eyes and his throat contracted but every “God, Jungkook. You feel amazing.” Completely lit him up, building the pressure in his lower stomach.

            “I like sucking your cock.” Jungkook said. “Love it.”

            “I love it when you do that, baby.” Jungkook felt his whole face scrunch with a smile as he took it in his mouth again.

            “Fuck me.” Hoseok whined. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”


            “The fuck do you say, Hoseok? That’s not how you ask for things.” Yoongi reprimanded as he got into position behind their main dancer.

            “Please.” Hoseok’s voice broke, he was begging so hard. “Please. Please, please, please.”

            Namjoon threaded his fingers through Hoseok’s hair and pulled his whole head back. “You ready to get fucked?”

            “Yes. Yes.”

            “You think he’s been a good enough boy, hyung?”

            “Yeah,” Yoongi said. “He has.”

            Namjoon spat on him again – hitting him in the eye - then motioned with his chin. “Yoongi hyung’s lonely back there.”

            Jungkook grabbed a condom, ripped it open with his teeth and rolled into a backwards summersault to the head of the bed. He rolled it on himself.

            “Kookie’s always making an entrance.” Yoongi smiled as he rubbed up and down Hoseok’s buttcheeks, teasing his hole with his cock. “Let me get into him and then you can get into me.”

            Jungkook nodded. “Okay.”

            “And Jungkook?” Yoongi said.

            “Yes, hyung?”

            “You don’t have to be gentle.” Yoongi pushed into Hoseok, who moaned. The moan was cut off into a slight choke as Namjoon guided his cock into Hoseok’s mouth.

            “You’re such a pretty, little slut.” Namjoon said as he combed Hoseok’s hair back. “Taking it so well. So pretty and precious.”

            Jungkook snapped himself out of his fixation on watching Namjoon slowly face-fuck Hoseok and got into position behind Yoongi, who leaned forward to allow Jungkook to access.

            Yoongi was waxed back there. Oh, God. He was waxed back there. And he was so pale and his hole was so pink. This wasn’t like topping Namjoon. Not at all. He just wanted to stare at it and…appreciate it. Like a work of art in a museum.

            “Jungkook,” Yoongi said with a low hum. “Today would be nice.”

            “Oh, yeah.” He blushed. “Sorry.” He grabbed his own cock and teased Yoongi’s hole before pressing in. There was a succession of groans – first from Yoongi, who groaned low in his chest. And then from Hoseok, who cried around Namjoon’s cock that was in his mouth and then from Jungkook, who finally bottomed out and then stopped to breath. Yoongi was so tight and just…the sight of being in a three-person sex train was just…wow. It was wow.

            Jungkook pulled out and pressed back in, warmth flooding his veins. Yoongi pressed into Hoseok and everyone groaned again.

            “You’re being so good for them, Jungkook.” Namjoon said and Jungkook snapped his hips forward at the praise. There was an audible skin on skin slapping sound and Hoseok’s elbows gave out finally and he put himself in a downward-facing dog position.

            “Fuck, Jungkook.” Yoongi said. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum so fast.”

            And God, Jungkook was right there with him, the pressure building in his lower abdomen as he fucked in and out of Yoongi’s tight, tight hole.

            “Wait,” Hoseok said. “I wanna fuck.”

            “You are fucking.” Yoongi slapped his ass.

            “No, like…top.”

            Yoongi sat up, forcing Jungkook to back up. He flipped Hoseok over onto his back and scrambled forward, sinking down on Hoseok’s cock that was cherry red at the head and glistening. Hoseok wheezed out a breath, his tongue slightly out and his eyes so glazed over he looked stoned. Yoongi wrapped his fingers around Hoseok’s throat. “You’re going to be so good for me, right?” He growled. “Are you going to be a good slut and take it?”

            “Come here, Jungkook.” Namjoon beckoned and Jungkook closed his mouth and crawled back to the foot of the bed, ripping off the condom and discarding it as he went. With firm hands, Namjoon pulled Jungkook off the bed and spun him around so that Jungkook’s cock was resting on Hoseok’s forehead.

            Namjoon’s arm snaked around Jungkook’s middle. “Is it okay if I fuck you?” He whispered in Jungkook’s ear.

            “Mhmm.” Jungkook managed, watching himself drip precum on his hyung’s forehead as a shiver ran up and down his spine.

            There was a snap of a lube bottle cap and suddenly fingers were inside of Jungkook – wet and slightly cool – working him open. Jungkook braced himself on Hoseok’s chest, watching his mouth open and his tongue dart out and lick the tip of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook moaned and bucked, taking Namjoon’s three fingers completely. It hit his prostate and electricity surged under his skin.

            “Hyung,” Jungkook whined himself, sounding like Hoseok. “Fuck me. Please. I’m ready.”

            There was another snap of the lube bottle cap and then Jungkook felt the tip of Namjoon’s cock teasing his hole. Jungkook watched, fixated as Yoongi rode Hoseok, mumbling things like “dirty whore, and pretty slut,” his hand around Hoseok’s throat, forcing his jaw up. And then Hoseok had his tongue out, running the tip over Jungkook slit, teasing and licking and drinking the precum that beaded there.

            And then Namjoon entered – slowly, inch by inch – and Jungkook thought his whole head was going to go supernova. He whimpered as Namjoon slid out and forced himself back in. He wasn’t going to last. At all.

            “You’re doing so good.” Namjoon said in his ear. “Taking it so well.”

            Jungkook felt his vision go a little blurry around the edges. Like he was fading into a dream a little. Like he couldn’t figure out what was real or not real anymore. All he knew was that he was on fire and Yoongi’s voice growling and Hoseok’s whines and…Namjoon.

            “Namjoon,” He felt tears in his eyes. Namjoon laced his fingers with his and Jungkook used that to ground himself a little. The dreaminess faded and he came back to earth. “Namjoon.” But, as he came down he felt like he needed…more. More…Namjoon.

            “What, baby?”

            Jungkook dug his fingernails into Namjoon’s skin as he pumped in and out. What? I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna explode. I’m gonna die, maybe. “I love you.” He cried. Not what he wanted to say, but it was out there.

            “I’m gonna cum.” Yoongi moaned and let go of Hoseok’s throat to jerk himself off. He shot white all over Hoseok’s chest.

            “Me too.” Namjoon said, the pumping growing faster. He gripped on Jungkook’s hip and groaned. Jungkook could feel him pulse inside of him.

            That was too much for Jungkook – fireworks exploding in his head as he raced towards his climax. “Fuck.” He groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

            “Yes, baby.” Namjoon rubbed up and down his front. Jungkook started to go to dream land again, being held so close and tight by Namjoon.

            “Yes.” Hoseok cheered breathily and then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Jungkook wrapped his hand around his own cock and jerked until he came – exploding all over Hoseok’s face – hitting him in the eye and the mouth and the chin. Jungkook felt a shriek burst out of him and tears on his face and It was wow.

            Suddenly, Hoseok was writhing. “Can I cum?” He asked. “Can I cum?”

            “Yes, baby.” Yoongi recovered. “Cum for us.”

            Hoseok bucked and groaned. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He whined, his fingers digging into Yoongi’s shoulders, Jungkook’s cum dripping down his face. “Fuck!”

            And then it was over. Jungkook felt…light. Like, he couldn’t feel his fingers. Or his knees or…the ground. He started to sink and Namjoon grabbed onto him and held him up.

            “You did so good.” Namjoon said against his face, his lips tickling Jungkook’s cheek. “So, so good.”

            Jungkook felt tears. Tears he couldn’t explain. Tears that didn’t make sense. He just had a foursome with his hyungs. And it was amazing. But, a sob choked him out anyway. And he couldn’t explain why.

            “Okay, you’re okay.” Namjoon said and gently guided him to sit down next to Hoseok, who was receiving his own kisses and pets from Yoongi – his voice completely different now. It was almost like he was purring as Hoseok sucked in deep, deep breaths and let them out of his mouth, his eyes still faraway.

            “You’re okay.” Namjoon said and picked up his t-shirt, wiping his own front before pushing Jungkook down on the bed. “You’re okay.”

            “I don’t know why I’m crying.” Jungkook said. “I don’t cry during sex.”

            “You did great, Jungkook.” Yoongi said. “And so did Hoseok.” He kissed Hoseok’s cheek, and petted his hair back. “Hoseokie, baby. You did so well.”

            Namjoon disappeared and Jungkook felt cold as he laid on the bed, listening to Yoongi say nice things to Hoseok and Hoseok’s deep breaths. He rubbed the tears from his eyes and got himself together and was mostly okay when Namjoon came back with a washcloth. He started to sit up and Namjoon pushed him back down. “Shhh. Let me take care of you.”

            Jungkook laid back down, unable to really put up a fight and let Namjoon wipe him down. The washcloth was handed to Yoongi and he cleaned himself up before carefully getting Hoseok’s face and front. And then they both lifted Hoseok – who was about as responsive as a sack of rice – and got him under the covers. He was still super out of it and breathing…just breathing.

            “Is Hoseok hyung okay?”

            Namjoon gently pulled Jungkook by the bicep until they were all laying at the head of the bed, Hoseok and him sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi. “He’s in subspace. It’ll take him a couple of minutes to come down. He’s okay otherwise.”

            “Oh,” Jungkook watched as Yoongi cradled Hoseok against his chest. He dug his face into Yoongi’s chest and gripped his arm. For some reason, it made Jungkook feel like crying again.

            “JK,” Namjoon said. “Are you okay? You can talk to us. You can always talk to us."

            “I want that.” Jungkook blurted and looked up into Namjoon’s face through tears.

            Suddenly, Jungkook was being folded against Namjoon’s chest and Jungkook felt a million times better being in his arms. He sighed and snuggled his face into Namjoon’s bare chest. Namjoon hummed and ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook just let himself enjoy the sensation.

            “I love you too, you know.” Namjoon said after a long moment.

            Jungkook pressed his face in to avoid Namjoon’s gaze. “You do?” He asked, feeling small.

            “Of course.” Namjoon said and rubbed his back. “You might have to share me. I hope that’s okay.”

            Jungkook looked over at Hoseok and Yoongi, cuddled up against each other. “I’m okay with that.” He said. “I love them too.”

            “Good.” Namjoon said and kissed his head.




            “What the hell are you chewing on?” Seokjin asked as he moved from the kitchen to his bedroom, where his computer was all queued up to play Maplestory. He stopped to watch Yeontan toss around what looked to be a black sock. Seokjin picked it up and inspected the brand – Balenciaga. Well, that was definitely his sock.

            He glanced at the crust on it, recognizing which sock it was and felt his ears redden as he glanced around, hoping that nobody else had noticed that his cum sock had been dragged out to the living room by Yeontan.

            That would be embarrassing. And very, very unfortunate.