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A Web of Fate & Lies

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Seokjin thrives in having control. Some people love him for it; others loathe him and his assertive nature. But Kim Seokjin could care less about those people who curse his name on a daily basis. After all, at a young age of 26, Seokjin has almost everything he needs. He has immense wealth thanks to his heritage. His father, already being a well-established chairman of an insanely successful company, places Seokjin in the rightful seat of vice-chairman. If his father earns millions, Seokjin also earns millions. Alongside with wealth, Seokjin has beauty. He hasn’t yet met any person that can outmatch his perfectly balanced face. 

Finally, Seokjin just has good luck. Though he is already rich, Seokjin has won multiple lotteries, big or small ones. He also somehow evades all sorts of trouble including jealous businessmen, robberies, or accidents caused by nature. Don’t ask Seokjin how he’s able to evade all kinds of issues, but he just does. Perhaps he is protected by some kind of spirit for him to be always around the police force when he’s being robbed or coincidentally catching jealous businessmen sabotaging him in the middle of their misdeed. His luck is only one of the few things in this world that he’s okay with having the inability to fully control. It benefits him, so there’s no need to complain about that. 

But the biggest thing Seokjin has that he feels incredibly blessed with is finding Jeon Jungkook, his boyfriend of 2 years.

 Before he met Jungkook, Seokjin’s love life was lackluster. He rarely dated. He was either too busy to do such a thing or too picky with his significant others. Seokjin’s parents were getting worried when their son would refuse any arranged date. Even though they searched thick and thin for a perfect partner for their son, Seokjin wouldn’t budge. 

He knew that he was too much to handle for just anyone. And that’s when he met Jungkook. 

This was another case where his luck kicked in. He stumbled upon Jungkook at his favorite local ramen shop. Jungkook had just broken up with his boyfriend, and the young man was in the mood for some ramen. When the two sat in the bar, ordering the same kind of ramen, they just clicked. 

Seokjin was also looking for stress relief that day, having some trouble with his employees back at work. And so, since it was very late that night, the two were the only ones sitting in the bar. They naturally gravitated toward each other-- two young, stressed men with a huge amount of love for this specific ramen in that specific restaurant. 

The story of Seokjin and Jungkook’s beginnings isn’t that exciting, but for the two of them, their lives drastically changed. Who knew that a meeting at a ramen business would bring together two people that were perfect together? 

No, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that. 

Seokjin and Jungkook’s dynamic was nearly perfect. Jungkook was a gentle, docile second year student at that time. Not only was he able to handle Seokjin’s fiery personality, but he was actually drawn to his assertiveness. 

Jungkook’s admiration for Seokjin’s typically not so loved qualities only fueled Seokjin’s ego more. But, ironically perhaps, Seokjin was humbled by Jungkook’s entire existence. He found someone more important than himself, and Seokjin wanted nothing more but to protect Jungkook from any harm and pain. He wanted to shower Jungkook with love, everything he can give from his power and heart. Seokjin was in love. 

Perhaps that was how it happened. 

Seokjin’s controlling nature from birth, Jungkook’s meekness, Seokjin’s strong desire to protect Jungkook, Jungkook’s strong desire to keep Seokjin by his side, Seokjin’s endless love for Jungkook, Jungkook’s endless love for Seokjin…. 

All of these factors contributed to their current addiction that has been going on for over 3 months now: taking revenge on all of Jungkook’s past lovers and bullies. 

Right now, they are finishing up one of Jungkook’s high school bullies, a guy named Taewon. 

So how it goes is that just a week ago, he and Jungkook ‘randomly’  approached Taewon and flirted with him. Taewon, being the buffoon he still is, didn’t recognize Jungkook initially. However, Taewon couldn't take his eyes away from the gorgeous couple. Seokjin took advantage of this, and proceeded in their next move-- seducing the ugly bully. Taewon had gotten their numbers, and they soon began to meet regularly at the same bar they first  saw Taewon at.  

In the following week, Seokjin and Jungkook took Taewon on the grandest date one could ever dream of. One date was at a 5 star restaurant, another was at a concert with VIP seats. 

And so, Taewon was manipulated into thinking that he and the couple had a thing. That was the goal of these extravagant dates. 

The final step was to take the target to bed and carry out the finale-- the finale being revealing their actual intentions. In the worst way possible of course. 

Seokjin smirks sadistically, looking down at Taewon’s wide eyes and gaping mouth. Oh how Seokjin loves this image of these bastards after they hear the very words from Jungkook’s mouth, “This was all a lie.” 

“W-what do you mean?” Taewon only stutters dumbly. The bearded man was already half naked when Seokjin and Jungkook were aggressively making out with each other a few minutes prior. Stupidly into believing that they were finally taking this ‘relationship’ to the next step and starting a hot threesome, Taewon was ready to join in the kiss until both Seokjin and Jungkook stopped. And then, their facial expressions turned dark. 

It is safe to say that Lee Taewon was going to be scarred for a while after what they spouted next. 

“Y-you’re that wimpy kid from h-high school?” Taewon stutters once more, not believing his ears. 

Jungkook, once so shy and gentle, is now more menacing than ever. Crossing his arms and glaring at Taewon, he snarls, “I was the one you tossed in that dump on exam day, remember? You and your goons all laughed when I was late to class an hour light, smelling like someone’s spoiled lunch.” 

Taewon couldn’t say anything. But, he began to lash out when he finally realized that Seokjin was recording this entire thing. 

“You fuckers! Stop recording this, shitheads!” 

Seokjin only cackles. “Nah, I am going to show this to you over and over again. You’re going to be tortured for life by watching how pathetic you look right now.” 

As Taewon tries to lunge for Seokjin, Jungkook easily grabs Taewon’s arm and knocks him down to the ground. And suddenly, policemen barges in the scene with a shout, “Police! Lee Taewon, you are under arrest for smuggling illegal drugs.” 

Taewon’s mouth falls wide open once again. Seokjin smirks and laughs, “Dumbass, never leave your date on their own in your truck. Who knows what they can find in the back of the trunk.” 

“FUCK YOU!” 

Jungkook smiles, looking more innocent than his eyes showed. “You wish.” Taewon shouts more curses, but he is forced out the door from the policemen Seokjin had called earlier. 

With that over, their 8th target is done and settled. This target was their second arrest, while the ones before were still crying to their sleep of what the merciless couple did to them. 

And Seokjin can’t help but feel glee knowing that he and Jungkook made a scar on their hearts. He is probably enjoying this more than he should, but the power he gains from this is indescribable. 

Also, he feels like justice has been served for his precious Jungkook. Seokjin wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if he didn’t do something to those that scarred his beloved Jungkook, right? 

Call Seokjin a sociopath, at least he's a happy one. Jungkook is the best thing that has ever happened to him. Everyday is a blessing to have this lovable human being by his side. 

He may be arrogant, impatient, and selfish at times, but he is fiercely protective of those he loves. Make his friends, family, or boyfriend cry, Kim Seokjin will make you pay three times over. He is a man of action, and he wouldn’t be at the top without these fundamental traits that helped him climb to where he is. 

That is until he meets another man who single handedly destroys everything he has built. 

Yet, gratitude doesn’t even begin to describe Seokjin’s feelings towards this one man. 


Unlike Seokjin, who is blessed by good fortune, Jungkook is a victim of misfortune. Despite being described as an ‘angel’ by his family, friends, teachers, and coworkers, Jungkook was bullied since childhood and had an awful love life until his early college years. 

The bullying began in his elementary school years. He would get picked on by his classmates, upperclassmen, and even a couple of teachers on some occasions. He would get teased for his short height (he was always the smallest in his class until high school). And because he was a pacifist from birth, he was picked on for being a ‘sissy’ according to his childhood bullies. 

Young Jungkook hoped that this bullying would stop once he graduated from elementary school, but the teasing persisted. Growing up in a small town didn’t help Jungkook’s situation since moving to a different neighborhood didn't mean a fresh start with new people. One will be bound to run into the same person again and again per week. And that was the case with Jungkook and his middle school life-- half of the students from his elementary classes attended the same middle school as him. And so, the cycle restarted. 

Jungkook did have friends that always tried to protect him from these students, but the thing was, Jungkook only had female friends. None of the male students wanted to be friends with the school bullies’ punching bag, and so, Jungkook could only make friends with sympathetic girls. 

Friends that never left his side include Jihyo, Momo, and Sana. The three were fierce and tried their utmost effort to shield their precious Jungkook. It worked. Sometimes. 

Most of the bullies wouldn’t dare to strike a girl, but not all of them. And so, Jungkook begged and cried for his friends to stay out of his trouble to protect them. Extra bruises and humiliation were nothing if it meant for his friends to not be involved with his misfortune. 

But year after year of constant bullying, Jungkook began to wonder, why? Why was he always picked on? What was wrong with him? He knew that he may be the most shrimpy male student in town, but then why go for the smallest sheep in a herd of larger sheep? These thoughts led to the downfall of his self-confidence and security. 

Yet, Jungkook was a dreamer, a romantic. He wanted to have a partner who he wanted to love and be loved in return. 

As he entered high school, Jungkook began to chase his dreams in finding the “right one”. And that was when he soon discovered that he also has bad luck with romance, or perhaps, even worse luck. 

Before he met Seokjin, Jungkook had about 4 relationships in total, with Seokjin being his 4th. He was cheated on two times, and his second relationship lasted only a week. To be more specific, his second one was only a sympathy relationship-- his partner at that time only dated him out of pity. 

Not only that, Jungkook was rejected about 8 times throughout his life. Almost all of them ended up in awful failure. There was one case where the person he confessed to told everyone in school that the ‘loser Jeon Jungkook’ confessed to him, which made Jungkook the laughing stock of the whole school for an entire month. 

Typically, one would fall into despair after all these horrible experiences, but Jungkook still came out strong after each one. Despite developing a low self-esteem through his years of being bullied, Jungkook was always still hopeful and a strong dreamer. His dream of having that one person who will love him and his entire being was what drove him to move past all his misfortune. Alongside that, Jihyo, Sana, and Momo all showered him with love that overpowered all the hatred he had been receiving from everyone else. 

He wanted to change, and he luckily did. Firstly, he grew a lot taller, growing up to be 178 cm. Secondly, after the second puberty stage, Jungkook’s facial features significantly reformed. He had a sharper jawline, lost a lot of baby fat, and he just appeared a lot more mature. It was a complete glow up from his middle school years. 

Even his family members couldn’t recognize him when he visited his hometown during his first winter break from college. 

 That led Jungkook to believe that maybe, perhaps all his misfortune had to do something with his looks, which encouraged him to try love again. Sadly, Jungkook was rejected three times during his first year in college. 

Jungkook inevitably felt even more discouraged, now convinced that something was actually wrong with him. For a while, Jungkook believed that his personality must be undesirable. This type of unhealthy thinking endangered him-- he jumped into a toxic relationship without thinking (nor did he truly care). 

He felt as if he was too ugly, too annoying to be anyone’s partner, and he just felt lucky to at least have Sungjae, his last boyfriend before Seokjin, tolerate him. Even though his three best friends tried to wake him up that Sungjae was not a good guy, Jungkook couldn’t see it due to his insecurities. 

Of course, it didn’t end well. But Jungkook nearly forgot everything that happened during the breakup of his 3rd relationship. Just after his breakup, he met the one-- Kim Seokjin. 

Unlike all of his other relationships, he and Seokjin took it slow. Even though it was pretty obvious the two were attracted to each other upon their first, unusual meeting at that ramen house, Seokjin wanted to savor their flirting stage. It was unlike anything Jungkook had experienced before in his past relationships. 

Seokjin went above and beyond to really shower Jungkook with affection. Seokjin gifted him almost everyday, went out of his way to spend more time with him, and most of all, Seokjin embraced all of Jungkook’s flaws. 

Seokjin held him through all the nights Jungkook cried, unreasonably scared that one day, Seokjin would just leave. Seokjin never discouraged Jungkook from anything, only encouraging him to show himself more whenever he caught the younger one holding back. And Seokjin made sure to remind Jungkook how precious he is to him. 

Jungkook was head over heels with Kim Seokjin after a month of seeing him. It wasn’t too long until Seokjin finally couldn’t hold back and asked him to be his boyfriend. It was the happiest day of Jungkook’s life. 

Needless to say however, Jungkook was even more scared than before of his relationship with Seokjin. Seokjin was someone Jungkook wanted, even prayed that he was the ‘one’ for him. And so, there was some bumpiness on this road, but after two years, he and Seokjin are stronger than ever. 

Now, he and Seokjin are working on fixing Jungkook’s self-esteem by going back to the past. At first, Jungkook was terrified of doing what Seokjin suggested, but currently, Jungkook was finding himself becoming addicted to this quest-- taking revenge on all his bullies and exes. 

One thing he liked from these series of events was getting closure from his past bullies and exes as to why they treated him horribly.  He learned that sometimes, it wasn’t about him-- these people were blinded by jealousy, their own ego, and in some cases, pure greed. After hearing their confessions, Jungkook felt no ounce of remorse or sympathy anymore. He felt more disgusted that he actually felt bad doing this awful deed to his bullies and exes. In the end, they were just crappy human beings that went on and brought more pain to other people they envied. 

And as he and Seokjin move on to another of Jungkook’s bullies and exes, some weight was taken off his shoulder. 

They had just finished their 8th one. The next one, their 9th target, will be his worst crush-- the guy who pointed at him and laughed publicly when Jungkook confessed his feelings to him back in high school. The one who deliberately took advantage of Jungkook because he had a crush on that jerk. 

It’s been a week since he and Seokjin finished off their 8th target, and now it was time to move on to this one. It only took a simple search in social media to find their 9th target, Chung Hwangjoo. 

Wearing ripped, black jeans, patterned collared shirt, and a leather jacket, Jungkook confidently walks inside a college party that he wasn’t invited to, but no one cared cause everyone was welcomed. 

Beside him was Seokjin, also clad in expensive clothing that highlighted his good looks. Everyone in the party couldn’t help but steal a glance at the couple, who made their way to one of the kitchen counters. Their target was standing next to his two friends. 

When Chung Hwangjoo looks to the side, his mouth literally drops to the floor. And Jungkook can’t help but feel sexy in rendering people like his ex bullies speechless. 

Leaning against the counter across from them, Jungkook casually asks, “Can you grab a glass of water next to you for me?” Jungkook feels a strong arm wrapping around his shoulder, and Jungkook automatically leans into it. He knows his boyfriend is also smirking from Hwangjoo’s dumb face expression. 

Hwangjoo’s mouth gapes like a fish. He stutters, “M-me?” 

Seokjin nods, giving his deadly wink, “Yes you. Grab me one too while you’re at it.” 

Hwangjoo stumbles into grabbing their water, his two friends still frozen from awe of how gorgeous the couple are. As Hwangjoo hands Jungkook and his boyfriend their glass of water, Jungkook also gives him a wink. Hwangjoo trembles from that. 

If this was Jungkook from three years ago, before meeting Seokjin, he would have never imagined hiself doing these kinds of things. He couldn’t flirt for his life, too insecure to pull such a feat. He also never felt so beautiful before. But here he is now, being the center of the attention from a college party with about a hundred occupants. 

Jungkook still has a long way to go, but he’s making progress. Beneath his confident facade at the time being, Jungkook is still so uncertain. He has that gnawing fear that once this whole game is done, Seokjin is going to be bored and leave him one day. He’s scared that everything he has now, Seokjin, being loved by so many students in college, and now having family support are all but a dream. He’s going to wake up soon or maybe he will lose everything suddenly one day. 

And so, Jungkook is still doing things he truly doesn’t want to do, but does so to avoid his period of misfortune that he once experienced before college. 

Well, in the near future, another man, someone he will treasure as much as he treasures Seokjin currently, will inevitably be the one that brings such calamity in his life. However, Jungkook will accept this storm into his life if it means meeting this man and calling him his . Forever. 


“You were soo hot, Kook-ah. You should have seen that creep drool all over you. Ugh, I was so close to slapping him before our lovely finale.” 

“Haha. You would have blown our cover, hyung.” 

“I know, but as much as I'm having fun making a fool out of those bastards that hurt you, I can’t stand it whenever someone makes those googly eyes all over you,” Seokjin huffs. Shuddering from the memory of that Hwangjoo jerk making perverted faces towards his Jungkookie, Seokjin possessively pulls Jungkook into his arms. Squeezing his baby tightly, Seokjin whispers in a whiny voice, “You’re mine. They can't and shouldn’t even get a good look at you.” 

Jungkook giggles, face beet red, “Hyung, we are in public. People are starting to look at us.” 

Seokjin whines once more, “I don’t care. Let them see that you’re mine.” Jungkook can never deny his Seokjin hyung. And even though the younger one is embarrassed right now, he loves every single second of his hyung’s affection. 

The two are heading over to their favorite ramen shop in celebration of their victory over their 9th target, Hwangjoo. They stopped celebrating this occasion after their third victory, but they are having a toast for this one because the list is coming near to the end. Well, Jungkook is hoping that this is their last one, but technically, there is one more target to go… 

Jungkook closes his eyes briefly to recall the events from last night with Hwangjoo. 

 

FLASHBACK

Hwangjoo was a sobbing mess by the time Jungkook let out all the anger and despair he held for this man. Jungkook wasn’t in any better shape either, eyes red from crying. Hwangjoo was truly one of his worst offenders, and it felt equally agonizing and relieving to let out his pain from all those years of torment. 

Seokjin was right behind him, rubbing his back in comfort. His eyes held no sympathy towards the weeping man, currently on the floor of the hotel room. Grasping onto Jungkook’s head, Seokjin sighed, “Looks like we are done here then. Don’t worry, this hotel room is paid for another night, so you can stay here if you want.” Jungkook smiled through his tears, squeezing back his hyung’s hand. Despite Seokjin’s tendency to be extra harsh towards their targets during the finale, he knew his boyfriend isn’t cruel at heart. He’s just… 

 “But I want you to get this straight. Don't you ever show your face to Jungkook ever again, you hear me? If you ever try to come near Jungkook or I swear, hurt him again, you’ll regret more than what you’re feeling now.” 

His Seokjin hyung is just a protective man. He’s also someone who will do what he says, one hundred percent. 

Yet, Jungkook still couldn’t shake off his anxiety that the person he loves most in the world will one day leave him. 

As the couple turned around to leave the room, Hwangjoo called out, “W-wait!” The two stopped, and only Seokjin could turn around to face the pathetic man on the floor. Jungkook has his back turned, not wanting to see his past bully’s current state. 

Sniffling loudly, Hwangjoo whispered, “I’m so sorry, Jungkook-ah.” Jungkook’s heart almost stopped beating from Hwangjoo’s sudden apology. None of the others, including his exes, had ever apologized this sorrowfully. The lump in Jungkook’s throat continued to grow, and the grip onto Seokjin’s hand tightened. Seokjin didn’t say anything, only side-eyeing his boyfriend to make sure he was doing okay. 

Jungkook’s lips trembled as he croaked, “Y-you’re 5 years too late. The last thing you said to me was that you hoped that I would break my leg on my way to the podium on graduation day. Do you know how scared I was for my graduation?” 

Hwangjoo sniffled once more, “I… I was having my own family problems, and so I was a troubled kid back then. I know that this was no excuse for all the things I’ve done to you, but I just want to say that I’m truly sorry.” 

Jungkook didn’t want to hear more after that. Shaking his head furiously, Jungkook pulls Seokjin toward the door and rushes out of the room. 

If he stayed any longer to hear Hwangjoo’s side of story, Jungkook knew that he was going to feel bad about it. And Jungkook already feels bad enough. Not just for Hwangjoo, but mostly for himself. 

 

The familiar chime of a bell sings, pulling Jungkook back to reality. It’s been two days since that incident, Jungkook realizes. So that means… Jungkook’s lips form into a small smile. This ‘celebration’ victory is just another one of Seokjin’s subtle ways to cheer Jungkook up, and Jungkook couldn’t feel any more endeared. 

“Welcome to Soo’s Ramen House-- oh, why isn’t it Seokjinie and Jungkookie? Come, the bar is currently free,” the owner of the restaurant greets. 

“Hi, imo! How have you been doing?” Seokjin greets back, offering his charming smile. 

“Ah, my day has just gotten better now that my eyes have been blessed by you two handsome men! Is today the usual?” the elderly lady laughs.

Seokjin chuckles politely, “You’re too sweet, imo. And yes, we will be having the usual today.” 

Soo glances at the quiet man beside Seokjin. Smiling softly, she clicks her pen and asks, “You want the usual, today, Jungkook-ah?” 

Jungkook blinks his eyes rapidly and nods with wide eyes. “Ah, yes! Whatever hyung says. Thank you so much, imo.” The older lady hums, then rushes into the kitchen. 

Just as Soo mentioned earlier, the bar in front of the large noodle pot was empty, and so Seokjin and Junkook took seats in the middle. Another waitress arrives. The young woman pours water on their empty glasses and leaves. 

Seokjin stretches his arms and exhales, “Gosh, my body is getting so sore. I need to exercise a lot more or I’m going to break down a lot faster. Hyung is getting old.’ 

Jungkook smiles, “You’re not old at all, hyung.” 

“I know, I know. But I just feel like I am. Besides us chasing down those bastards, I’ve just been sitting in my office for hours doing nothing but paperwork. I really should go to the gym with you someday.” 

Jungkook’s eyes light up at the suggestion. “It would be so much fun if we worked out together!” 

“Haha, I don’t know, Kookie. You’re becoming really buff these days, and I feel like you might make this older man faint.” 

“I won’t!” 

Seokjin giggles fondly, caressing his baby’s hand. ‘We’ll see. I’m also lazy, so who knows when I’ll actually hit the gym. Anyway Kook, what do you think of me dying my hair blonde?” 

“You’ll look handsome as always,” Jungkook says without hesitation. 

Seokjin groans, “Well of course I’ll still be handsome. But I want to hear your opinion, Kook-ah. What do you think? Do you think blonde will suit me? Or maybe another color?” 

Jungkook blinks in confusion. The young boy still doesn’t understand why his hyung would need his opinion about this when it’s obvious that Jungkook will be amazed and madly in love with whatever color Seokjin chooses. 

Since Jungkook was taking too long to answer, Seokjin shifts his attention to his phone to look up different colors he could try. “Hmm, maybe I can try reddish brown. Ooh, Kook, you’ll look cute with strawberry blond! Or maybe we should both try daring colors like purple!” 

Jungkook chuckles at that, “I wouldn’t mind. But purple sounds really bold, hyung.” 

Still navigating through his phone looking at different hair colors, Seokjin hums, “But I bet you would look really good in it. Who knows, our final target might fall on his knees from just the sight of you with purple hair.”Jungkook freezes immediately. 

Heart picking up pace, Jungkook stutters, “L-last target? Wasn’t H-hwangjoo our last one?” 

Seokjin looks up from his phone and frowns. “No, we still have one more. We got your 3 exes, 4 of your bullies, and 2 of the jerks who rejected you. That leaves one more jerk who rejected you.” Jungkook knows exactly who Seokjin was talking about, but his lips are locked in place. 

Eyes furrowing to recall the name of the last one of Jungkook’s long list of rejectors, Seokjin whispers to himself, “There was Hwangjoo, Youngjung, Jangho… Oh, we are missing the first guy! That guy you first confessed back to in your freshman year.” 

Yes. Him. The first guy Jungkook fell in love with. His name was… 

“Kim Namjoon?” Seokjin asks thoughtfully. Jungkook merely nods. 

Not noticing the change in Jungkook’s behavior, Seokjin rambles, “Damn, I almost forgot about him. But it’s great we saved him for last, huh? Isn’t it funny that the first guy who rejected you will be the last one we will target?” 

No. We shouldn’t. Not Namjoon. 

“Hey, so what’s the deal with Namjoon? Besides him being the first one you confessed, you haven’t really told me anything else about him. Well, you did say something like he was tall and the complete opposite of you back in high school. But you didn’t tell me the whole story between you and him.”

Pushing past his fear over denying his hyung, Jungkook tries to speak, “H-hyung. About Namjoon--” 

In the near future, Jungkook will still not know how this happened. He knows that Seokjin has some kind of supernatural luck when it comes to these things, but this was too unreal. 

Because just as Jungkook tries to explain about Namjoon, the bell chimes again. And in comes a tall man in a business suit. Peach blonde hair. Thickly rimmed glasses. And those dimples that Jungkook could never forget. 

Kim fucking Namjoon just happened to walk right in the restaurant where Jungkook was about to tell his boyfriend about the boy he first fell in love with. 

Noticing Jungkook’s wide eyes staring at the person that just walked in, Seokjin turns his body to see what Jungkook was drilling holes at. 

Or more like who Jungkook was drilling holes at. Cause whew. That man is a hunk. Seokjin shamelessly gives one good glance up and down. The tall man is wearing a simple white blouse and dress pants, smiling at the waitress as he sits down on the same bar where they were sitting. 

As soon as Namjoon was walking towards them, everything inside Jungkook’s body screams run ! Yet, his legs are constricted to the ground. 

Seokjin on the other hand glances back and forth between his boyfriend and the guy that just walked in. Hmm. Seokjin then squints at the silver name tag hanging on the hunk’s shirt pocket. 

Oh my god. Seokjin tries his best to hold back a gasp. The name tag reads, “Kim Namjoon.” Except, the name tag is upside down. 

Aww. That’s kinda cute. So this is the Kim Namjoon, Seokjin thinks to himself. No wonder why Jungkook’s eyes are bulging out right now. 

Dropping his voice down to a whisper, Seokjin mumbles, “Damn. The universe must be really telling us that we gotta attack Namjoon as soon as possible, huh?” 

“H-huh? W-wait--” Too bad Jungkook’s voice was not audible enough for Seokjin to hear his protest. Already excited to start this game with the gorgeous man in front of him, Seokjin stands up from his stool and walks several steps towards Namjoon. 

Namjoon is currently reading the menu, nose practically buried on the laminated paper. Namjoon is much cuter up close, Seokjin thinks internally. 

“Need help in deciding your lunch? You’ve been at that menu for a while,” Seokjin comments, casually sitting on the seat right next to Namjoon’s. Without looking up immediately, Namjoon chuckles. Damn. Just from Namjoon’s light laugh, Seokjin could tell that Namjoon has a deep, rich voice. 

“I always have a hard time picking something, especially when it comes to good food,” the tall man answers. He finally looks up from the menu, and for some reason, Seokjin stops breathing. Kim Namjoon is seriously good-looking. And he has the deepest dimples Seokjin has ever seen.  

However, Seokjin then notices the surprise in Namjoon’s eyes. Oh. Seokjin smirks. No matter who you are or who you are into, everyone always does a double take when seeing Seokjin for the first time. And Namjoon’s eyes are now twinkling. 

“Well,” Seokjin begins, “I can’t blame you. This place has amazing recipes. Mind if we help you?” 

“Of course… Pardon me, but what do you mean by ‘we’? Oh, by the way, my name is Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you,” Namjoon says in a slight rush. Aww, Seokjin coos again internally. Namjoon’s ears are red. Already, Seokjin finds Namjoon way more pleasant than any other target in the past. 

If only this man didn’t break his precious Jungkook’s heart, maybe they could have been good friends. 

Seokjin scoots to the side and reveals Jungkook behind him, “Oh, I’m here with my boyfriend Jung… Huh?” Seokjin is caught off guard when Seokjin looks to his side, behind, and around him when he realizes that Jungkook wasn’t actually beside him. 

Namjoon’s eyes widen almost comically, and he too looks around his surroundings. There is no sign of another person in the restaurant except for the waitresses and chefs. After a whole minute of scanning the bar and the door, both Seokjin and Namjoon glance at each other with wide eyes. 

Namjoon speaks first, careful with his words, “Um… I’m so sorry, I don’t know what is happening but um… maybe your boyfriend went to the bathroom?” 

Seokjin sighs, “Maybe… Wait.” Seokjin then spots a mop of black hair popping out from the leaves of the home plant across from him and Namjoon. His boyfriend is hiding, poorly he must add, from them for some reason. Seokjin pats Namjoon’s arm reassuringly and tells him, “It’s alright. I just found him.” 

Jungkook jumps slightly from being caught. He doesn’t know why he was hiding right now, but his feet moved on their own. Okay, that was a lie. Jungkook knows exactly why he was hiding behind a plant right now. 

It’s been years since he saw Namjoon. And unlike before, he always had time to prepare when meeting his old crushes. It was almost too much for the nervous Jungkook to face an old crush, especially since this old crush is Namjoon. 

“Hey, Jungkook? Everything okay? Do you need hyung to come and get you?” Seokjin calls out with concern. Because it’s his Seokjin hyung that is calling for him, Jungkook ignores his bubbling fear and drags his feet away from the plant. 

Now, he no longer had an obscure view of the first boy he confessed to, Kim Namjoon. And honestly, it was overwhelming just to look at Namjoon’s handsome face and shocked eyes. Wait, shocked eyes?

Against both Seokjin and Jungkook’s expectations, Namjoon hops out from his stool and gasps loudly, “Jeon Jungkook? Oh my goodness, it’s been so long!” Namjoon boldly rushes to where Jungkook was standing and gives him a one arm hug. Seokjin just stands there, speechless in the back as Jungkook has his mouth gaping in pure shock. Namjoon steps back and eyes Jungkook up and down, exclaiming, “Look at you! You’ve grown so much, Jungkook-ah!” 

Unable to contain his curiosity, Jungkook squeaks, “H-how did you recognize me?” Namjoon laughs, and Jungkook’s heart flutters from the taller man’s deep voice. 

“I haven’t met anyone with the same, big doe eyes like yours. They are a dead give away.” Jungkook blushes at that. The younger also couldn’t stop a wide smile from taking over his lips. 

He was so happy that Namjoon was able to recognize him immediately. 

His moment of glee gets interrupted when Seokjin clears his throat. Namjoon takes another step back from Jungkook and bows slightly in apology while Jungkook scurries back to Seokjin’s side. 

Still flustered from earlier, Jungkook clings onto Seokjin’s arm and introduces him to Namjoon. “H-hi Namjoon hyung. I’m sorry about hiding earlier, but as you may already know, this is my boyfriend, Seokjin hyung.” 

Namjoon holds out his hand and grins. “Hello, Seokjin-ssi. My name is Kim Namjoon. It’s so nice to meet you! Uh, wait, I already said that huh?” 

Seokjin firmly shakes Namjoon’s hand with a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you too, Namjoon. And please, call me hyung. 

As soon as they finish shaking hands, Seokjin and Namjoon both turn to Jungkook and ask simultaneously, “So why did you hide behind a plant?” 

Jungkook shrinks at that, half hiding behind Seokjin. He’s so embarrassed now. “I was just shocked, and my instant reaction was to hide.” Seokjin flicks Jungkook’s forehead playfully while Namjoon laughs fondly. 

Namjoon smiles at the younger and says, “Well, it has been about 8 years. And you were always a bit shy back then, but it’s all good.” Jungkook smiles widely once more. 

Suddenly, the waitress pops in between them with an apologetic look and says, “I truly apologize if I’m interrupting, but are you ready to order, dear customer?” 

“Oh no! Uh. I still don’t know what to choose…” 

“He will have what we ordered. Please tell Soo imo that this order is specially made by me,” Seokjin tells the waitress. The waitress nods and runs back to the kitchen. 

Namjoon gives Seokjin a questioning look to which Seokjin tells the other, “I promise, this will be the best ramen you will ever have. And it will be my treat.” 

Namjoon waves his hands in protest, “Oh gosh, please. You don’t have to! I can pay for my food and--” 

“Seokjin hyung is really rich, Namjoon hyung,” Jungkook blurts. Seokjin snaps his eyes almost quizzically toward his boyfriend. Jungkook is behaving differently, and Seokjin isn’t sure if he likes it or not. 

But they started the game, so he has to follow along. Smiling graciously, Seokjin nods in agreement, “Please, Namjoon-ah. I would love to treat you and hopefully we can have a good talk this afternoon. Besides, I’m the one who forcefully ordered for you.” 

Namjoon first looks at Seokjin’s charming smile and then Jungkook’s doe eyes, clearly begging him to accept the offer. So, Namjoon concedes.

“Alright. But there will be a next time where I will be paying for you two, got it?” 

Ah, Seokjin thinks, holding back a smirk. Kim Namjoon has taken the bait. They already caught him in their hook. 

And so the game begins. 

Chapter Text

“Nayeonie, Nayeonie!” While waiting for his best friend to respond back to him  Namjoon takes this time to catch his breath. All he meets is a groan, however. 

“Whaat?” Nayeon sighs on the other end of the call, yawning as if she has just woken up. 

“Nayeon-ah, it’s almost evening. Why are you still sleeping?” 

“I was taking my precious nap, oppa. Anyway, what’s up?” 

Namjoon sits down on his couch and comfortably lies down. He recalls back for the past five days, going over each detail of a certain pattern that has been going on in those five days. 

Clutching onto his phone, Namjoon whispers, “Nayeon-ah.  I think… I think I’m having a thing with a guy.” 

This certainly piques the girl’s interest. “Oh? When, where, and how?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll always have time to listen to your little to no love life, oppa.” 

Namjoon rolls his eyes but decides to ignore his best friend’s snarky comment. “No really, this is complicated cause I met this guy 5 days ago and… He’s really handsome and super rich.” 

“Ooh, get that bag oppa.” 

“Nayeon! Anyway, he’s so funny and charming that I can’t help but be attracted to him. He’s been treating me to fancy dinners, giving me so many gifts, and texting me funny jokes these past few days when I’m stressed from work. But here’s the catch.” Namjoon pauses first. Then, he releases the breath he has been holding, “He has a boyfriend.” Namjoon flinches after he hears a screech from Nayeon's end. And then, as the girl goes on a mad rant, Namjoon puts some distance between his phone and his poor ear. 

“What the hell?! Namjoon oppa, that is a big no! Big, flashing, red light! If that asshole is obviously advancing towards you but has a boyfriend, he is no good! Oppa, you know this, you’re so smart! Do I need to march down to your house right now?!” Nayeon was panting heavily by the time she finished her speech. Namjoon can't help but feel amused from his friend’s tenacity, and so he snorts. 

“Oppa!”

“No, I agree with everything you said, Nayeon. But here’s another catch.” Another dramatic pause. “The boyfriend is also into me? I think? At least, that’s the signal I’m getting.” Contrary to seconds earlier, there is complete silence from Nayeon. 

“What?” 

Namjoon stutters, “Y-yeah. So, the boyfriend is actually a boy I knew from my early high school years. So… yeah.” Another moment of silence. 

Nayeon finally speaks after her initial shock. “Okay, okay. So both of these guys are flirting with you? Like are they taking you out on dinners simultaneously?” 

“Yep.” 

“Do both of them text you?” 

“Yeah. We are all in a group chat.” 

“And whenever one of them flirts with you, is the other always there?” 

“Always. Yesterday night, the older one, not the one I already knew, put his hand on top of my thigh while we were eating. I was so scared that he was doing something inappropriate in front of his boyfriend, but the boyfriend put his hand on top of mine too, winking at me.” 

“Oh my gosh!” Namjoon could hear rustling sounds in the background from Nayeon’s end. 

“Nayeon--” 

“Oppa, I’m coming over right now! You gotta give me more details! I can’t believe you’re getting not only one game, but two! Be there in 5 minutes!” And she hangs up. 

Namjoon releases the breath he has been holding, dropping his phone to the ground with his hand hanging by the edge of the couch. 

It feels good to finally tell someone his suspicions. Namjoon was actually receiving mixed signals since the beginning when he had met Seokjin and Jungkook, but it was difficult to accept that an established couple had been flirting with him for the last five days. 

They weren’t hiding it either. They have been labeling their hangouts as ‘dates’ for a while now, but Namjoon was just thinking that perhaps these were all platonic gestures. 

That was until yesterday’s waitress had to say something to them. Namjoon still remembered the panic seizing his entire body when the waitress made a comment, “How unfortunate. Here I thought I might have a chance with one of you handsome men, but you three had to be in a relationship with each other. What are the chances that not just two handsome men, but three handsome men are seeing each other romantically?” 

Just as Namjoon was about to correct the bold waitress, Seokjin was able to beat him to it. And what Seokjin said truly solidified Namjoon’s suspicions. Seokjin told the lady, “The world isn't always fair, huh? Well, better luck next time you see three handsome men at this table.” 

Namjoon blushed instantly at Seokjin’s implication, and Jungkook’s hand on Namjoon’s tightened. When the waitress left the table, the youngest whispered in his ear, “Joon hyung, I hope Seokjin hyung didn't say anything out of line.” 

“I-it’s fine. But… why?” Namjoon asked, unable to contain his curiosity. He was more bold and curious than people credit him for. 

Seokjin’s smile only widened. “I mean, we would make a hot three way couple, right?” There was no way these implications were anywhere platonic. However, after that encounter, Seokjin and Jungkook toned down their flirting. 

And that’s why Namjoon had to tell someone of this dilemma. He is at loss at what to do next. 

Seokjin and Jungkook are obviously flirting with him, but how serious are they? The signals they are giving aren’t mixed at all, but that’s the most they are doing. Just playful flirting and a lot of touchiness (which of course they asked for consent prior to which Namjoon did give his permission). 

Namjoon is sure that he is definitely attracted to both Seokjin and Jungkook. There is no denying that. However, since Namjoon is more or less of an old fashioned guy; he wants to take it slow. He doesn’t want to rush things, and he wants to get to know about them more before jumping into a relationship that has already been established. 

There’s also a possibility where Seokjin and Jungkook could just be wanting a purely sexual relationship rather than a committed one. And Namjoon would be fine with that too. 

Whatever the two were going for, Namjoon just wants to enjoy the time they are spending together without any rush. Seokjin is a charming guy,  and Namjoon already knows that Jungkook is a precious human being. 

It hasn’t even been a week since he has been seeing the couple, and yet, Namjoon’s heart is beating faster than ever compared to his previous romantic encounters. 

It could be that walking into a territory he has never ventured to (sparking a romance in an already established relationship is something he would have never expected to do) is what’s getting his heart going. Or it could be the fact that both Seokjin and Jungkook are incredibly fine men, but whatever it is, Namjoon is excited. 

Unknowingly, Namjoon is but a moth drawn to the pretty, pretty flame. 


What was originally supposed to be a normal, “celebratory lunch” (actually a cheer-up feast in disguise) for Jungkook became a pleasant first meeting with the final target of this exhilarating game. 

More than any other first meetings or encounters with their previous targets, Seokjin enjoyed Namjoon’s company. Actually, he really, really enjoyed it. In fact, Seokjin enjoyed it so much that at one point, the businessman forgot that Namjoon was a target-- a natural enemy. 

Unlike their previous targets, however, Namjoon was genuine, gentle, and most importantly, he truly appreciated Seokjin’s jokes! Namjoon even returned a joke back to Seokjin! And it wasn’t a corny, forced joke that so many have made just to impress Seokjin. It was a clear, follow-up joke that got both Seokjin and Jungkook in tears.

Okay, Seokjin would be lying though if he said that the most charming point about Namjoon was his ability to match Seokjin’s humor (though, it is one major bonus). What drew Seokjin in was Namjoon’s thoughtfulness. From that two hour lunch, Seokjin could tell that Namjoon is sincere towards Jungkook. He first proved this by recognizing Jungkook immediately (which all the previous targets failed to do). Namjoon was also knowledgeable, and so their conversations were never boring. 

Seokjin can’t tell you how many times he would zone out in their previous targets’ rambles-- most of them were narcissists that loved talking about themselves and their boring stories. Namjoon, however, didn’t talk much about himself besides the basics (current job, current stress, and hobbies). 

Namjoon is an intern for a music company named Big Hit entertainment. The younger man is hoping to get promoted and actually be involved with the production team someday. Those were fine and all, but Namjoon’s hobbies were what made Seokjin swoon. 

That man loves growing bonsai plants. Seokjin never thought he would meet someone as cute and pure like Jungkook, but watching Namjoon enthusiastically introducing his little bonsai friends to Jungkook and him almost convinced Seokjin otherwise. 

But of course, all these light-hearted feelings have to be buried. Cause in the end, Kim Namjoon is a target. And he is one of the people that brought pain towards his one and only love. 

That doesn’t make Namjoon any less special, however. Never the one to be curious over any of their targets, one night after their 5th encounter with Namjoon, Seokjin suddenly asks Jungkook a question about Namjoon. Several questions to be more exact. 

Comfortable laying on his sides on the bed, Seokjin asks out loud to his boyfriend, who is currently playing his switch. “So, how do you want to finish our final enemy?” Seokjin doesn’t see Jungkook freeze beside him. Mindlessly playing his own game on his cellphone, Seokjin waits patiently for his boyfriend’s response. 

It takes a couple of minutes before Jungkook finally whispers back, “Maybe one more week? Two more weeks? 

Seokjin turns around to see a rather petrified looking Jungkook. Raising a curious brow, Seokjin states, “That’s the longest we have ever done. So what’s with the sudden change? Not that I mind or anything, but what's the deal with Namjoon?” 

Jungkook can feel his anxiety levels rising. It’s not like Jungkook wanted to keep things from Seokjin, but Jungkook can’t bring himself to tell his boyfriend about his past with Namjoon. They are already deep into this deed, and the thing Jungkook truly fears right now is ending all of this. 

What if Seokjin finally gets bored of him once all of ‘this’ is over? What if Seokjin realizes how lame Jungkook actually is without the confidence boost he gets in their shenanigans? What happens if getting closure from Namjoon is his final straw? 

Jungkook doesn’t notice how harshly his hands were trembling until Seokjin’s large hand lands on top of his. Jungkook snaps his head to meet Seokjin’s worried eyes. His lips stay locked, and Jungkook can only stare at Seokjin with scared eyes. 

Seokjin squeezes onto Jungkook’s hand and whispers softly, “Hey, Jungkook. It’s okay. If you don’t want to tell me right now, then you can tell me later. Or, if you want to end this, then we can. It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry.” Seokjin drapes his arms around Jungkook’s head while the younger sniffles underneath. 

“I’m sorry, hyung. I just… I just don’t want to talk about it now.” 

Seokjin nods, “Okay, I understand. Hyung won’t ask.” 

Seokjin proceeds to hold Jungkook in his arms the entire night, making sure Jungkook knows that he will always be there and love Jungkook. 

Jungkook tightly holds onto Seokjin’s arms, feeling more pathetic by each second. Why can’t he voice out his true feelings? Why is he always so afraid as if he has no faith in his loving boyfriend?

Jungkook knows that what he is doing now is harming all parties-- he’s being unfair to his Seokjin hyung, himself, and Namjoon hyung, who has been so sweet towards him in the past five days. 

However, Jungkook can’t lie and say that he still doesn’t think about his painful rejection he experienced from years ago.

So, Jungkook decides that the best course of action right now is to go with the flow. He’s too scared to end things, and just like his previous rejectors, his curiosity and need for closure is what drives him to continue this misdeed. 

 



Seokjin knows that he should be focusing on what his business partner is spewing right now. But instead, all of Seokjin’s attention is directed towards a certain tall and unusually nervous man in this conference room-- Kim Namjoon. More than a week has passed since he has met Namjoon, and yet, he and Jungkook are nowhere near the finale with this final target. Seokjin was going to speed things up and take the next step in this game, but what he didn’t foresee is running into him during his work hours. It would have been a pleasant surprise to encounter Namjoon while he’s working if it weren’t for this business colleague who is still yapping away. 

He was sitting in front of Seokjin (Seokjin already forgot his name) and was talking passionately for the past 5 minutes. This associate is a higher up in some powerhouse music company. Seokjin’s father has given orders to his son to have a chat with this eager associate and see if a partnership can be made between their own business and that music company. So far, Seokjin is not impressed with this associate and especially his treatment towards Namjoon. 

Noticing Seokjin staring at Namjoon, who was told to stand next to his boss, the bald business partner clears his throat, “Ah, my apologies, is my intern’s presence bothering you? I can tell him to step out of the room.” Seokjin really doesn’t like the way this bald guy is addressing Namjoon as if he doesn’t have his own voice. 

Glowering at the unaware man, Seokjin shakes his head, “That won’t be needed. I was just wondering if Namjoon-ssi would like to take a seat. There are plenty of chairs here, and he has been standing beside you for quite a while.” Seokjin finally takes a glance at the old fart’s nametag. Mr. Jangmin Soo. He will have to search him up later. 

Mr. Soo scoffs, “Oh, no need to worry about that young lad, Seokjin-ssi. In fact, my intern is more than willing to grab us another cup of coffee. Isn’t that right, Namjoon-ah?” 

Namjoon jumps slightly at the call of his name and squeaks a reply, “Oh, yes! I mean, yes sir! I will grab another right away.” Namjoon sends Seokjin a sheepish look and asks, “Hyu-- Seokjin-ssi, would you like cream in your coffee again?” Seokjin purses his lips into a tight frown. This was the bastard’s 4th unnecessary command for Namjoon of the day. 

“Jangmin-ssi, let’s proceed in discussing our relations rather than drowning ourselves in coffee. I would worry for our health since this would be our third cup of coffee for this meeting,” Seokjin says through gritted teeth. 

Jangmin widens his eyes for a brief second out of surprise, but quickly regains his composure with an equally forced smile. “Of course, Seokjin-ssi. Thank you for your consideration.” Smirking at Namjoon, he says to the tall intern, “ Then, since Seokjin-ssi is concerned about our health, a cup of water should do, no? Namjoon, get two cups of water for me and Seokjin-ssi here.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Seokjin is ready to shout at the asshole until he sees Namjoon slightly shaking his head with pleading eyes. Seokjin clenches his fist underneath the table, holding back his irritation as Namjoon scurries out the door. 

“Now where were we? Oh yes, about the deal…” This time, Seokjin decides to fully engage in whatever this asshole was saying. He will make sure he will do whatever it takes to make this bastard miserable within his power. 

And so, the battle of persuasion begins. Except, no matter how convincing and emotionally intelligent this man was, Seokjin was intent on not letting Jangmin Soo have his way. By the end of the hour, Jangmin Soo was now becoming desperate, his composure slipping by each second. 

“B-but Seokjin-ssi, this would greatly benefit both of our businesses. We may be looking at an increase of millions if all goes according to plan. Please consider, or at least have your father consider.” 

Seokjin glares at the man with cold eyes. “I was sent here to represent the Kim Corporation in this meeting, and so any decision made by me is final. There will be no further negotiation to the head as he is not particularly interested in making deals with you or other music companies at this time.” Seokjin could see Jangmin Soo sweating, and Seokjin guesses that Soo was told by his own boss to return with a sealed deal. Well too bad for this fucker. 

“H-how about--” 

Seokjin checks his watch and rudely interrupts the panicked man, “Oh, look at the time, Jangmin-ssi. It’s been over an hour, and we are both busy men. Let’s wrap this meeting and head on to our day, shall we?” Jangmin is looking like he’s about to explode with how red his face is turning. 

But Seokjin is not only a stubborn man, he is a petty one. And he is damn proud of being equally stubborn and petty. 

With a smirk, Seokjin sighs and crosses his arms, “How about we compromise. Go tell your management that the Kim Corporation will take this deal upon hold and have another meeting next week. Right now, we have a number of offers and deals in line with our company, so if you are willing to continue exchanging information about your companies’ offers, perhaps we will begin considering. Would that work for you?” 

Jangmin Soo’s face turns immediately bright and ecstatic. “Thank you so much, Seokjin-ssi. I will tell our management team immediately! We will be contacting each other very soon, thank you so much!” Ah, there is that pathetic hope in that fucker’s eyes. Seokjin can’t wait to crush that false hope. 

“Indeed we will be in contact soon.” 

“Yes, now, I will be going. Namjoon-ah, get to the car no later than 15 minutes, you hear me? Remember to get the papers I printed earlier and the files from the third floor. I’ll be heading to the tenth floor, then.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Just as both Namjoon and Mr. Soo exit the door, Seokjin steps in front of them. Giving Namjoon a quick look before turning to Mr. Soo, Seokjin asks politely, “Actually, I was wondering if I can borrow Namjoon-ssi for a moment. I, too, have some files and other objects that unfortunately require extra hands. Would that be alright with you, Jangmin-ssi?” 

Mr. Soo first is about to protest, but then realizes how this is a brilliant opportunity to suck up to his needed ally. Nodding rapidly, Mr. Soo replies, “He’s all yours, Seokjin-ssi. My intern is a strong fellow, so use him to your desire for whatever heavy loading you need!” Seokjin suppresses a growl while Jangmin Soo leans into Namjoon’s ear and harshly whispers, “Make sure you get on Seokjin-ssi’s good side, Namjoon-ah. Don’t mess this up.” 

Namjoon can only nod. He was a bit shocked by Seokjin’s actions, and his wide eyes did not leave Seokjin’s. Patting Namjoon on the shoulder, Mr. Soo gives Seokjin one final smile before dashing out the door. 

There was a brief moment of silence after Mr. Soo’s hasty departure. 

Namjoon breaks the silence first. “You didn’t have to do that,” he whispers, eyes peering down at the floor. 

Seokjin lets out an annoyed sigh he had been holding for the last hour. “That was the least I could have done to that asshole. Seriously, what’s his problem?” Namjoon joins in Seokjin’s sighs as Seokjin pulls out a chair for Namjoon. Namjoon smiles from Soekjin’s gentle gesture and decides to sit down next to the elder. 

“Thanks. And uh, that man just has a lot of issues.” 

Seokjin gives Namjoon a dull look. “I can see that. I’ve met with problematic associates, but he’s an annoying one.” 

“Yeah well… He’s still my boss,” Namjoon sheepishly chuckles. 

“He treats you like his servant. Don’t tell me you’re going to let him do that to you?” 

Namjoon swallows. “I’m used to it by now. It’s not big of a deal, really. Just a little annoying, but nothing harmful.” 

Seokjin takes a seat on top of the table, only inches away from Namjoon’s body. Glaring into Namjoon’s eyes, Seokjin asks in a low voice, “Why are you letting that bastard walk over you like that? You don't need to put up with a boss like that, Namjoon-ah.” 

“I know.” 

“If you know, then why are you letting him? I’m sure you are talented enough to find another job like this one or better person to intern for. Is there something in the way? Namjoon, if you need, I can do something about it--” 

Namjoon quickly interrupts with panicked eyes, “Seokjin hyung, please. It’s fine, I’m alright. I know I can just quit and find a better job.” 

Seokjin frowns. “Then I don’t understand, Namjoon-ah.” 

The younger man smiles almost peacefully. “I really want to work in this particular music company, hyung. I’m not going to let one, jealous asshole stop me from becoming one of the main songwriters in this company. Right now, I can handle his childish ways in holding me back and hiding my talents so he won’t get replaced. I know my limits, and I know that my hard work will eventually pay off.” 

Seokjin was honestly taken away from Namjoon’s rather smooth, cool response. He was beginning to feel that Namjoon was yet another pushover, but the younger is much stronger than that. In fact, Seokjin now realizes that Namjoon actually looks down on Soo Jangmin 

The way Namjoon implied how he is much more talented than Jangmin that is driving the bastard to act upon such childish acts is honestly… hot. 

Seokjin mentally slaps himself for briefly being (once again) entranced by Namjoon. Then, the elder says, “I see. But you should still stand up for yourself if he’s treating you like some slave. I can’t believe he really just lets you stand and makes you run errands like you’re his personal servant.” 

Namjoon sighs, “I guess, but those are just his tantrums. He wants to drive me away with all these torments. He’s seen my work, and I know he’s feeling threatened. His lyrics are shit compared to mine, so the only thing he can do is to make me quit. Well, too bad for him, I am determined to get him replaced cause the world needs better lyrics than his.” Seokjin doubles over in laughter, comfortably slapping Namjoon on the thigh. Namjoon giggles alongside Seokjin, joyful that he was able to ease the elder’s worries. 

“Oh my god, you’re so cool and hot, Namjoon-ah, “ Seokjin says without thinking. 

Namjoon’s eyes twinkle at that.  “Yeah?” Namjoon asks shyly, eyeing the hand on his thigh. 

Seokjin’s eyes widen at his slip up, but it’s too late to take it back now. Sitting straight back up, Seokjin retracts his hand and clears his throat, “Well, if you’re really okay with it, then I guess I’ll just hold my fist. So then, how are you going to get Soo’s ass replaced?” Namjoon couldn’t help but snort at Seokjin’s crude language. Seokjin notices Namjoon’s cheeky smile and pouts, “What? Are you laughing at me?” 

“It’s just so funny how you’re talking so differently. Before, you would talk so formally like a robot, but now, you have no filter. The difference between you talking during today’s meeting and right now is hilarious.” 

Seokjin, too, was a bit surprised by this revelation. Usually, Seokjin lets his mouth run freely with people he’s comfortable with-- his family, close friends, and Jungkook. He has never, EVER talked like this with any of the past targets. They only get to hear Seokjin’s fake, slick words and lame catch up phrases he would never say because those people don’t deserve to be graced upon Seokjin’s actual thoughts (yes, he has a bit of an ego, who knew). 

And so, it’s surprising to Seokjin that he would be comfortable enough to let Namjoon see the different sides of him and his unfiltered thoughts. 

For some reason, Seokjin doesn't mind these turn of events. 

Seokjin turns his head away, ears a bit red from embarrassment. “You didn’t answer my question, brat.” 

“Oh my god, now you’re calling me a brat? For what? For pointing out how fake you can be?” Namjoon laughs with a teasing smirk on his face. 

“Yah! Respect your elders, Joon.” Seokjin playfully lunges at Namjoon, who is now giggling uncontrollably as he covers his face from Seokjin’s barrages of attacks. Soon, the two were play-wrestling like they weren't a bunch of grown adults. In the end, Seokjin somehow ends up hovering above Namjoon’s frame, whose back was against the surface of the desk. 

Both of their faces were flushed and their eyes wide, staring deeply into each other. Seokjin makes a mistake in peering at Namjoon’s thick, pink lips. Oh my god. Why the hell do they look so kissable? 

Before Seokjin could remove himself from Namjoon’s body, Namjoon whispers, “I like it. I liked it when you called me Joon just now.” 

Well fuck.

Seokjin couldn’t tear himself away from Namjoon after that, mesmerized by Namjoon’s blushing face, dimples deepening in their glory. The silence in the room continues, which only intensifies the tension between the two men, who were still staring, no, gazing at each other. 

Why is Kim Namjoon so cute? Seokjin thinks. Another series of questions floods his brain. 

Why is Namjoon so endearing? Why is he finding Namjoon more attractive each day? 

What did Namjoon do to Jungkook all those years ago? Is Namjoon truly capable of hurting someone like all those other people did to his precious Jungkook? Why is Seokjin starting to have trouble believing that? 

And finally, why is his heart fluttering right now? Fuck, this feels so, so wrong… 

Quickly ripping himself away from Namjoon, Seokjin coughs awkwardly while Namjoon, too, gets up from the table, face beet red. 

No words were exchanged between them for a long period of time, but both were worried if the sounds of their hearts pounding could be heard from the other. 

As Seokjin was still trying to process what just happened, Namjoon decides to muster up his courage and breaks the silence. “Hyung, about us--” 

Both gasp in surprise when Seokjin’s phone suddenly rings. Namjoon shuts his mouth to allow Seokjin to answer his phone call, a bit disappointed for being interrupted.

 Seokjin unlocks his phone and answers, “Hello?” 

Namjoon puts his hands on his lap and chews his lips nervously, unable to help but steal glances at his handsome hyung. Damn it. He was so close. If only he had gathered his courage earlier, Namjoon could have ended this tug-a-war between him and Seokjin (Jungkook too, of course).  The tension, especially the one from minutes earlier, is just too big for Namjoon. He rather confronts things than beat them around the bush. 

Namjoon’s ears perk up when he hears Seokjin groaning in disappointment during the phone call. 

“Ah, fine. I’ll go. But just one time, got it?” Seokjin hangs up and groans again. Namjoon tries to meet the elder’s eyes, but Seokjin was rubbing his temples in frustration. 

“Hyung, everything alright?” Namjoon asks softly. 

Seokjin slowly turns to Namjoon with a tired smile, “Yeah, it’s all good. I just got an emergency call from my dad. It’s unfortunate since I was going to pick up Kook today from his classes.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry,” Namjoon says with a sad frown. 

“Yeah. Jungkook was so excited today.” Seokjin sighs again, until his head snaps back up in a sudden, brilliant idea. Dashing to Namjoon’s side, Seokjin grabs his hands and asks, “Hey, if you have time, would you be able to pick up Jungkook today? He would be so surprised and happy to see you coming to pick him up in my stead.” 

Namjoon’s eyes widen, and then he quickly recalls his schedule if he has anything up today. Realizing that Seokjin has basically freed him from his boss’s clutches for the day, Namjoon beams, “Well, you saved me from my boss’s daily tortures, so I am technically free. So yeah, I can go pick up Jungkookie.” 

Seokjin grins, “Thank you so much, Joon. Jungkook is going to be so excited. I’ll have my chauffeur come take you to his campus. He should be out in about 15 minutes.” 

“You have a chauffeur? Oh, who am I kidding, you’re a rich business owner,” Namjoon mutters to himself to which Seokjin laughs at his side remark. 

“Thanks again, Namjoon. I should be done in about two hours, so if you want, we can hang out again later tonight,” Seokjin says with a wink. 

Namjoon freezes at that, and something in his eyes shifts. Determined, Namjoon nods and says, “Okay, I would like that. Then, I’m hoping that all three of us can talk tonight. Especially about our… our relationship.” Seokjin, too, freezes. 

Swallowing, Seokjin nods slowly, “Oh yeah. Of course. We will talk about that tonight.” 

Namjoon gives the elder a small smile, “It’s fine. I just want to get things straight. Especially since, erm… you know.” 

“Of course, Joon-ah. Hyung understands. Jungkook and I have to explain ourselves, don’t we?” 

“Haha yeah… well, I’ll see you later hyung!” 

“See you later, Joon. Oh, my chauffeur drives a white lamborghini. You can’t miss him at the front! Just tell him your name, and he will take you to Jungkook’s campus.” 

“Okay!” Namjoon waves the elder goodbye, and Seokjin does the same. 

As soon as the door to the conference room closes, Seokjin drops his waving hand. A frown takes over his previous, wide smile. 


Jungkook's mood deflates exponentially when he reads his boyfriend’s most recent text. After a long day of his Thursday classes, he learns that he no longer can jump into his hyung’s strong, safe arms for comfort. What a bad way to return to after his drama history class. Jungkook kicks a pebble in front of him. 

The beautiful blonde sitting next to him on the bench snorts. “That pebble didn’t do anything to you, Kookie,” Sana teases, roughly petting his smooth, black hair. 

“Let me kick rocks in peace, noona,” whines Jungkook, trying to escape Sana’s hand. 

“What are we not letting Jungkookie do?” Momo says while wrapping her arms around Jungkook’s head and proceeding to give her dongsaeng a noogie. 

“Jungkookie’s prince charming isn’t coming to pick him today so the baby is kicking rocks,” Sana tells her girlfriend with a snort. Momo coos, squishing the pouting Jungkook’s cheeks. 

“Aww, poor baby. You were so excited today for your prince charming to sweep you off your feet in this hellhole.” Jungkook tries to say something to his other noona, but he can only say incomprehensible things due to Momo’s hands that were still squishing his cheeks.

“Gosh, I wish we had a prince charming to get us out of our classes, Momo,” Sana sighs, stretching out her legs. 

Momo lets go of Jungkook’s cheeks with a fond smile, “We’ll find one. Right now, Jungkook’s prince charming at least got Jungkook his fancy carriage to get him out from this wretched place.” Momo points across behind them, and true to Momo’s words, a familiar white lamborghini was parked right out the campus gates. Jungkook slugs his backpack around his shoulder and turns to his best friends. 

“Meanies,” Jungkook pouts. “Anyway, I gotta go, but please don’t miss your gym classes again. I don’t want you two to get kicked out of a gym class out of all classes you could get kicked out of,” Jungkook tells his noonas. Jungkook tries to give his adorable yet stern look to the couple, but the two female students weren’t paying any attention towards the younger. 

“Hey, are you two listening to what I am saying--” 

“Woah, is that your new chauffeur or butler? He’s handsome!” Sana says in a hushed whisper. 

Momo nods in agreement, “He looks so young too. Can we have his number, Kookie?” 

Jungkook frowns and turns around to see who the two were talking about. Immediately, when realizing who the man Momo and Sana were gushing over is, Jungkook’s jaw drops. Standing in front of one of Seokjin’s expensive cars was Namjoon, looking as dashing as ever. 

Judging by his semi-formal wear, it seems as if Namjoon has just gotten out of work. His tall, lean body and handsome face truly works well with his current attire, and so it was no wonder that Namjoon was gaining a lot of attention. Jungkook could see some college students either stealing glances or even walking up to the tall man, obviously trying to get his number or something. Jungkook frowns at the thought.

“That’s Namjoon hyung,” Jungkook whispers, still a bit dazed that it was Namjoon who was here to pick him from school. 

Momo hums thoughtfully, “Namjoon? That name sounds familiar.” 

It was Sana whose face lit up in realization, “I remember a Namjoon from our high school years, which means… Oh my gosh, is he another target?” 

Still not completely listening to his two friends, Jungkook just nods, staring away at Namjoon’s figure. “Yeah.” Sana and Momo share a look. 

Momo sighs, “Aw, that sucks. He’s really cute, but he’s a target. Well, go make him cry, Jungkookie.” 

Jungkook finally pays attention back to the two female students, “H-huh?” 

“Go teach that motherfucker a lesson. Give us the details later!” Sana chirps, giving Jungkook a playful shove. Jungkook stumbles forward. He looks back to his two best friends with wide eyes while Sana and Momo wave him goodbye. 

What they had said just now sent Jungkook in a state of dread. That’s right. Every time Jungkook spends with Namjoon, all the laughter, all the flirting, all the smiles are lies . They are not real. Jungkook shouldn’t be feeling anything towards Kim Namjoon. 

Because soon, Jungkook will have to break the news to Namjoon that everything they have right now is a big fat lie. Then, afterwards, Jungkook will probably learn the reasons why Namjoon did what he did all those years ago. 

Nowadays, Jungkook is starting to wonder, what is he truly afraid of now? Learning Namjoon’s reasons, ending this game altogether with Seokjin, or is there something else? 

Yet, all of his worries seemingly fade when he catches Namjoon’s eyes and pretty smile directed towards him, and only him. Jungkook can’t lie and say that he doesn’t feel anything when Namjoon stares at him with such soft, fond eyes. It’s the same eyes that looked at him that way during their younger days, those same eyes he fell for many years ago. 

Jungkook’s feet begin to move on its own. He is running, no sprinting to the person waiting for him at the gates. Selfishly, Jungkook forgets all the problems that may come in the near future. 

Jungkook happily flings himself onto Namjoon, who already has his arms open wide for him. Namjoon’s embrace is warm, just like before. Jungkook feels safe, even if this isn’t his Seokjin hyung who was holding him right now. All the anxiety that was eating him before becomes a faded memory. 

 For now, Jungkook will pretend that he isn’t going to break this man’s heart in days to come. 


“And see, the message is clear once you dissect this passage in this way. Your professors are testing you to see if you know the true meaning behind these texts, not some unnecessary, random detail some of these authors give,” Namjoon explains, underlining a key phrase in Jungkook's textbook. Jungkook takes a quick scan on the entire page Namjoon had just finished editing, completely awestruck. The way Namjoon takes notes and approach in reading tough passages made this assignment so much easier than it looked. 

“Oh my gosh, this makes it so much easier to read and understand, hyung. Thank you, really. You’re so smart.” 

Namjoon blushes from the praise. “It’s nothing. I just learned how to take good notes, that’s all.” 

Jungkook shakes his head. “You were always smart from what I remembered. Maybe you should be my tutor, hyungie.” 

“I don’t think I’m qualified for that. It’s been a while since I ever did actual math or any other college subjects other than music,” Namjoon chuckles. 

Jungkook pouts cutely. “You’re literally helping me out in all of my homework better than any of my past tutors did. You’re still a genius student to me.” Namjoon scratches his cheek in embarrassment from the constant praise. 

“Aw, Jungkook…” 

Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupts them from behind, “What is this, a tutoring session? I thought we were going to have a nice dinner with the three of us.” Jungkook is the first to hop off the booth with a gigantic smile on his face. 

“Jin hyungie!” Jungkook squeals, tackling his boyfriend into a big hug. 

“Oof,” Seokjin grunts with a soft smile. Namjoon watches the couple’s reunion, and then he quickly looks away with a blush when the two boyfriends share a sweet kiss. 

“Hi baby. How are you doing? I’m sorry that I couldn’t get you today even though I promised you I would,” Seokjin says to Jungkook. 

“That’s alright, hyungie. I was sad at first, but I became happy again when I saw Namjoon hyung. He’s been helping me with my homework!” Seokjin chuckles and then sits himself on the booth across from Namjoon. Jungkook joins in next to Seokjin, snuggling into the older man’s shoulder. 

“That’s great, baby. Haha, it was a surprise to run into Joon at one of my meetings.”

“I heard that from Namjoon hyung! What a coincidence that his boss and you were meeting today.” The two continue to talk about their day, unintentionally leaving Namjoon out of their conversation. Namjoon patiently waits, allowing them to have time to pour out their affection for each other. Though Namjoon desperately wants to join them, Namjoon understands that the two just want to indulge each other exclusively for now. And so, Namjoon waits and waits, distracting himself with some of Jungkook’s homework problems. 

It isn’t until Jungkook glances sideways to realize that Namjoon has been quiet for a long time now. Gasping, Jungkook shifts all his attention back to Namjoon and quickly apologizes, “Oh no, I’m so sorry Namjoon hyung. W-we didn’t mean to ignore you this whole time.” Seokjin, too, looks apologetic, trying to meet Namjoon’s eyes. 

“It’s okay. You two haven’t seen each other all day, so I understand.” Namjoon reassures them with a small smile. Both Seokjin and Jungkook still look a bit guilty. Namjoon decides that it is time to have started the serious talk. Namjoon clears his throat to grab the boyfriends’ attention once more, “Actually, I think we should talk about… about um. About us.” The expression on Seokjin’s face is unreadable, but Jungkook looks as if he’s just seen a ghost. Namjoon doesn’t know if this is a good sign, but it’s now or never. 

Namjoon gulps and mumbles, “I know I told Seokjin hyung earlier that we are going to talk about it tonight, but I really want to settle this. Is it alright to talk about this now rather than later?” 

No words left Jungkook’s mouth, so Seokjin answers for them. “Of course, Joon-ah. We should have said something earlier as well.” 

However, Namjoon doesn’t proceed until he hears from Jungkook’s mouth that he’s alright with this. Namjoon asks again, “Jungkook-ah. Are you alright with this?” Jungkook just gives a nod. Satisfied, Namjoon releases a shaky breath. Then, he begins, “I really like you both. I’ve been noticing that you two are affectionate people and quite flirty, but I wanted to make sure that I’m reading the right signs. I’m not sure what exactly you two are looking for, how you exactly feel, or what you expect from me, but I just want to tell you guys that I like both of you. A lot.” 

Following the same formula like they have done in their past targets, Seokjin says almost methodically, “We haven't been subtle with our attraction towards you, so we’re sorry for flirting with you without explaining things right away. It’s also new to us to have someone we both like, so we were confused for a while.” 

“No, I understand, really. So um, what are you guys wanting? Are you guys thinking of a serious relationship?  Or are you looking for something more casual and um… you know,” Namjoon blushes furiously before fleeing his eyes towards the floor. “Or were you guys thinking of something purely s-sexual? Oh my gosh, I’m sorry I’m so bad at this. I’ve never been the best at reading the lines and getting hints.” 

Jungkook flushes alongside Namjoon while Seokjin chuckles fondly. “It’s alright, Joon. Like I said, this is completely new to us since we’ve been exclusive for two years now. We don’t exactly know what we are doing or what we exactly want since this is all so different and unexpected but…” Seokjin pauses, staring into Namjoon’s anticipating eyes. 

“We are willing to step into unknown territory with you. Whether we can pursue a committed relationship or a more casual one, it’s really up to you,” Seokjin finishes. Jungkook turns his head to Seokjin’s direction with shock in his eyes. 

Seokjin is in no better shape, completely taken aback of his own words. He just changed the original script. He never gave the target an option of the direction of this “relationship”, but here he is, allowing Namjoon to choose what kind of approach they all should take in this made-up relationship that is bound to crumble. 

Namjoon’s eyes sparkle in hope, “W-wow, you guys really ready to risk this much for me? I um… I was just thinking that we should continue these innocent flirting and dates for a while before we decide whether we want to try being serious.” 

As always, Namjoon continues to prove himself to be different from any other target they faced. Usually, the target wouldn’t question Seokjin and Jungkook’s willingness to date them. They would be too smitten to realize how strange it was for the two to accept them into their already-established relationship that easily. However, that only makes it even more satisfying to crush their hopes and dreams later when they enter the finale. 

Jungkook finally speaks, “We can do that too!” Seokjin once again notes how different Jungkook is behaving compared to before. 

Namjoon smiles, flashing his dimples that both Seokjin and Jungkook absolutely adore. “Okay, because I would really like that. Let’s take this slowly since you two have been dating for a long time, and I just met one of you over a week ago. I don’t mind continuing our cute dates and this flirting. And maybe, we can do something else once we feel more comfortable,” Namjoon says, cheeks still red from blushing. 

Seokjin reaches Jungkook’s hand underneath the table and squeezes it. Jungkook squeezes back. 

They’re doing it. They’re moving onto the next phase of this final game. 

Whether they like it or not.

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It’s the third week of the month, which means one thing. Usually, both Seokjin and Jungkook would have been excited for their monthly, double date with their best friends, Taehyung and Yoongi. However, due to recent events surrounding a certain Kim Namjoon, they weren’t in the mood of having fun at the fair today. 

While Seokjin is much better at hiding his feelings during their hang out with their friends, it is painfully obvious to Taehyung and Yoongi that Jungkook was just not having a good day. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, Kook? Are you not feeling well?” Taehyung asks after they finished riding their third roller coaster of the day. At this point, Jungkook would have been smiling gleefully from the thrill. This time, Jungkook was just sitting back down to a table with his boyfriend as if he was already tired. 

Jungkook gives his best friend a small smile. “No, I’m fine Tae. I didn’t sleep much today so I am a bit tired.” 

Yoongi grunts and takes a chair next to Seokin. “Not that I’m happy that you didn’t sleep well, but good for me. I’m done riding those roller coasters.” 

“Hey, what if I want to ride more roller coasters, hyung?” Taehyung pouts, taking a seat between Jungkook and Yoongi. Seokjin excuses himself and offers to buy the group some food and more drinks. 

As Seokjin leaves the table, Taehyung hunches forward and whispers, “Jungkookie, are you and Jin hyung in a lover’s quarrel? For the first time?” 

Jungkook's eyes turn wide, and the younger furiously shakes his head, “No, no! Jin hyung and I are not fighting.” Frowning sadly, Jungkook then asks, “W-why? Does it seem like we are fighting?” 

Yoongi gives his young boyfriend a flick in the head, receiving a small “Ow!”. 

Sighing, Yoongi explains, “That’s not it. Taehyung over here is just being a dummy.” 

“It’s a fair question! Both of them are a bit off today!” 

“Can’t you at least ask the question more delicately?” 

“Okay lemme try again then--” 

“No.” 

Taehyung pouts again, but Yoongi only fondly gazes at his boyfriend’s pout. Jungkook watches the scene in the background. He unknowingly releases a sigh. Why is he thinking of Namjoon out of all people when witnessing a domestic scene like this? 

Before Jungkook could contemplate this dilemma further, Taehyung interrupts once more, “Oh! Aren’t you and Jin hyung working on your last target right now? Where are you guys at? You haven’t been updating me about this one.” Yoongi immediately notices the shift in Jungkook’s posture as soon as Taehyung switches topics. The music producer turns his body to the youngest of the group. 

Jungkook shuffles his feet uncomfortably. “Y-yeah. Um, actually, we just made it past the getting-together stage.” 

Both Taehyung and Yoongi weren’t expecting this answer. 

“Woah, really? Hasn’t it been about two weeks? Shouldn’t this be over by now?” Taehyung asks, hands resting under his chin. 

Jungkook shrugs. “It is our last one so… we are making it special?” Yoongi frowns. 

“You don’t sound sure,” Yoongi comments. Jungkook flinches, and Yoongi quickly apologizes, “It’s fine, Jungkook-ah. It’s just unusual for you two to prolong this fake relationship this long.” 

“I-I guess.” 

“What’s this guy’s name? I wanna know since if I ever come across him, I’ll make sure he trips over my foot!” Taehyung asks with innocent eyes.

Jungkook panics. “H-his name is Namjoon, but please don’t do that, Tae! He’s really tall, and he’s a bit clumsy sometimes so he can hurt himself if you do that.” 

“My precious Jungkookie. You’re too good for this world. There’s no need to feel sympathy for those assholes. If I wasn’t a rising fashion designer, I would willingly slap him in the face for you,” Taehyung coos, hugging his best friend tightly. Meanwhile, in the back, Yoongi taps his chin in deep thought. “Namjoon,” he says to himself. Where has he heard of that name before? 

Seokjin arrives at their table a couple minutes later, and the friend group starts to dig into their favorite fair foods. They move onto a different topic, now discussing Taehyung's new project. 

Taehyung eagerly explains, “So, my college roommate is coming back to Seoul in a few days! He and his boyfriend are amazing dancers, and they are doing a show here! I begged Jimin to allow me to design their stage outfits, and he said yes! Oh my god, I’m so excited in designing their clothes for them cause let me tell you. Those two are smoking hot.” 

Jungkook nods, “I heard of Jimin before. Park Jimin, right? Oh, and his dance partner is that one famous dancer from years ago.” 

“Yep. His street name is J-Hope, but his real name is Jung Hoseok. You guys should meet and go to their show!” 

Seokjin smiles, “We would love to. Kookie loves to watch dance shows.” 

The four friends finished up their food and decided to return home early that day. While Seokjin and Jungkook weren’t in any arguments, the ride back home was silent. It wasn’t an awkward atmosphere, but it was a heavy one. Both had their own internal struggles, and both were too afraid to consult one another. 

So many thoughts were clouding their heads. And there are so many more to come as they progress into their final game as heartbreakers. 


Nayeon glares at the so-called serious-looking man laying flat on her bed. Her oppa  agreed to come by to her apartment to listen to her exciting, new romance with these two ladies she met at the bar the other night. Yet, here is said oppa, groaning in agony in HER bed about HIS own wild love life. 

“What did they say this time, Namjoon oppa?” Nayeon asks, rolling her eyes as she sits down next to the tall man. 

“They’re back with more sweet compliments for me.” Nayeon scoots up to Namjoon’s side and peers over his shoulder to read the texts on Namjoon’s phone. 

Nayeon makes a face, “Ugh, they’re so cheesy. Don’t tell me they say things like these all the time.” 

Namjoon smiles bashfully, “Unfortunately, they do. I usually scold them to tone down their cheesy pick up lines, but I’m letting this slide for now. It’s been a while since they have been this flirty with me.” 

Suddenly, Nayeon’s interest spikes. “Oh, what happened? Did that rich guy have too much time in his hands this week?” 

“I don’t know actually. But for the past few days, both Seokjin hyung and Jungkookie forgot to reply to me every time I texted them,” Namjoon says with a shrug. 

Nayeon frowns, “Did they apologize? Why did they ignore you for a few days?” 

“Nooo, they weren’t ignoring me,” Namjoon quickly protests. “They didn’t really tell me what happened, but they did apologize for not responding to my texts!” A sudden ring chimes from Namjoon’s phone, and the older man’s eyes light up in excitement. “Oh, Jungkookie wants me to help tutor him again tomorrow! Haha, I never thought I would be helping a college student with homework, but here I am.” As Namjoon shoots this Jungkook guy back a text, Nayeon rolls onto her back to stare at the ceiling. 

Something is weird, but Nayeon couldn’t quite place what exactly was bothering her. Although Nayeon doesn’t want anything bad to happen to her precious Namjoon oppa, the girl is somewhat expecting a giant red flag to show up in this relationship Namjoon has with this pair of boyfriends. There hasn’t been one as of now, but dread is growing inside her. 

She was starting to feel this dread once Namjoon revealed that one of the boyfriends had a crush on him back in high school. At first, Nayeon thought it was cute that the younger boyfriend already knew Namjoon beforehand, and even confessed to him during Namjoon’s high school years. However, as she learns more about what happened to that confession and how their current relationship is going right now, Nayeon can’t help but feel a bit suspicious. She doesn’t have the heart to tell her suspicions to her oppa right now since she doesn’t have any concrete evidence. 

If anything, there is little to no evidence that the boyfriends have ill intentions towards Namjoon so far. The two boyfriends, rich guy and bunny (Nayeon’s personal nicknames for them), have been treating Namjoon well. A bit too good in Nayeon’s opinion. Their dates are as extravagant as they could get, and it’s clear that both boyfriends are very interested in Namjoon. It’s not like one of them is only going for Namjoon and the other is just following along. And, most of all, Nayeon respected that the boyfriends are allowing Namjoon to choose what kind of relationship they should start out with. The three are walking down a risky, unknown road. Nayeon is especially worried about the rich guy and Namjoon’s relationship since they only met weeks ago while Namjoon and the bunny already had history. 

To Nayeon, it makes sense that the bunny boy would already be in love with Namjoon and wanting him to be part of the relationship. However, as for the rich guy… 

It doesn’t make sense. Nayeon knows that she has no right to judge how people fall in love or how to pace one’s relationship, but she has heard of Kim Seokjin before. He’s not a nobody by no means. He’s quite well known since his father is the head of the infamous Kim Corporation that’s one of the top in South Korea’s industries. 

Don’t get Nayeon wrong, it’s easy to fall in love with her Namjoon oppa. However, from the rumors she has heard on the streets, Kim Seokjin is not someone who is easily impressed. And, he is a grade-A asshole. 

Nayeon sighs one more time and glances to the side. Namjoon is giggling to himself again, reading through his text messages with the two boyfriends. The younger female smiles fondly in defeat. Oh well. She trusts Namjoon more than some random rumors she heard from her coworkers and such. 

“Sooo what were you telling me about the two hot girls you met at the bar?” Namjoon suddenly asks, now lying on his stomach, eyes still peering at his own screen. 

Nayeon huffs, “Oh now you’re finally asking me?” 

“I’m sorry Nayeon-ah. Please tell me all the details!” 

Nayeon chuckles, “Well, let’s just say that I’m on the same boat with you, oppa. I made out with a pair of girlfriends two nights ago. Their names are Sana and Momo, and they are soooo cute.” Namjoon immediately looks up from his phone and gasps. 

“What the hell? This coincidence?!” 

“I know, right? Here, I’m going to show you a picture of them.” 

This very moment is when the web begins to entangle.


There are several codes of conduct Seokjin and Jungkook discussed before they even began this expedition of crushing their enemies’ hearts. 

One code they both agreed on beforehand was to never let the target take charge of this so-called “developing relationship”. There were special cases where they did let their targets lead the way to the relationship due to some of their targets’ unique personality or sometimes, just to make it even more painful for the target in the end. However, it is expected that Seokjin or Jungkook (almost in all cases, Seokjin is the one leading the relationship) take the reigns over the pace and direction. 

Another code they agreed on is to both agree the level of physical affection they can express to their targets beforehand. On average, Seokjin and Jungkook would agree to having little to no intimate touches with the target. They would only go as far as a kiss on the cheek or hand holding. 

These are some of the examples of the codes they made to set some boundaries, even though they aren’t truly courting a third person in their relationship. It’s something they discussed to make sure that they are both on the same page. It’s been about half a year since they launched this game, and the couple has never broken any codes with any of the targets. 

Then comes week three of their final game. They are about to enter their fourth week in this fake relationship they are in with Namjoon, and Seokjin just broke one of the codes. 

It happened so fast. 

One moment, Seokjin was yet again scolding Namjoon for letting his stupid boss taking advantage ove this posiiton to basically bully Namjoon. Then, after Seokjin locks the door to continue his private lecture for Namjoon, Seokjin trips and falls to the floor. In an attempt to rescue Seokjin, Namjoon tries to catch Seokjin but instead, falls alongside the elder. Seokjin internally groans, agonizing over the fact that he had just experienced a drama cliche. 

But his moment of cringe falls short, and the next thing he knows is lips. Seokjin is a weak man, and he has been curious over how Namjoon’s pink, luscious lips taste like. It doesn’t help with the fact that his own boyfriend always fawns over Namjoon’s lips on a daily basis. 

The more you talk about something you want (but never get to), the more desperate you get. So, it’s inevitable for Seokjin to take a bite into the red, sweet apple, without hesitation. 

The logical side of Seokjin’s brain stops working the moment Namjoon sweetly moans underneath him, and his reptilian brain has taken full control. Seokjin does nothing but sucks the air out of Namjoon, already addicted to the taste of Namjoon’s lips. Namjoon moans again, and Seokjin can feel the younger’s buff arms snaking around his shoulders. Fuck. It’s so, so good. Seokjin groans, pushing his lips deeper into Namjoon’s. Wanting more of Namjoon’s sweet taste, Seokjin swipes his tongue inside Namjoon’s mouth. 

Namjoon gasps. Seokjin uses this opportunity to tilt Namjoon’s chin and kisses Namjoon even deeper. Both Seokjin and Namjoon lose track of time as they continue to make out in Seokjin’s conference room. As soon as they finally separate, both Seokjin and Namjoon are panting heavily, lips red and swollen. Namjoon has it a bit worse. His hair was all tousled, and his neck, sinfully exposed now, is decorated with fresh, red marks. 

Namjoon blushes underneath Seokjin’s deep gaze. He hopes he doesn’t look like a trainwreck right now. 

Contrary to Namjoon’s insecurity, however, Seokjin is only mesmerized by how beautiful Namjoon looks right now. It takes all of Seokjin's willpower to not swoop in and capture those lips again. 

Except, now that Seokjin was regaining his senses, the elder realizes his mistake. Oh fuck. Seokjin lets out a series of curse words inside his head. 

Shit. Seokjin just broke the MOST important code he and Jungkook made: never act on this “relationship” on your OWN. 

It’s not the kissing that they didn’t agree on-- both Seokjin and Jungkook agreed prior that kissing Namjoon was okay in this final game. However, like all of their previous targets, never has Seokjin or Jungkook ever acted upon this flirtatious game without having the other around. 

Seokjin was never allowed to flirt, much less MAKE OUT with the target without Jungkook in the room. The same goes for Jungkook. That defeats the whole purpose of their game, and it’s overstepping boundaries. Funny thing is, Seokjin just destroyed the boundary lines with what he just did. 

Both Seokjin and Namjoon were saved by a potential disaster when there was a knock on Seokjin’s door. Seokjin bounces off from Namjoon, and Namjoon quickly gets up from the floor. 

“Excuse, Seokjin-ssi? Is my intern inside with you?” an annoying voice asks outside the door. Wiping his lips with a clean swipe of his handkerchief and then tidying his shirt collar, Seokjin clears his throat before answering, “My apologies, Jangmin-ssi. Unfortunately, Namjoon-ssi is not here nor have I seen him around. I am sure he is still in this building somewhere.” A pause. Seokjin can tell that Jangmin still hasn't left since he doesn’t hear footsteps marching away from his conference door. 

“I see,” Jangmin begins cautiously. 

Seokjin is already losing his patience, wanting anything but to be stuck in this room any longer. “Is there anything you need, Jangmin-ssi?” A couple meters away from Seokjin is Namjoon, frantically trying his best to conceal his neck full of red marks as best as he could. Face still bright red, Namjoon adjusts his shirt collar to cover most of the fresh hickeys Seokjin just made minutes earlier. 

Namjoon almost gasps audibly when Jangmin speaks again, “Actually, I was hoping if Seokjin-ssi has some time to spare today. I know a fabulous kalbi restaurant nearby, and I would love to treat my wonderful colleague to a nice lunch.” Jangmin coughs lightly and quickly adds, ”To discuss important matters regarding our arrangement of course.” 

Both Seokjin and Namjoon make faces full of disgust. To Namjoon, he is baffled at how Jangmin would actually make a move on a potential business partner like that. Namjoon already knew beforehand how Jangmin was blown away by Seokjin’s looks (who wouldn’t), but seriously? Seokjin is in his late twenties and Jangmin is what? His pitiful “boss” looks at the very least in his forties, but Namjoon knows he’s a bit younger than that. That doesn’t mean Jangmin can just take out their company’s business partner on a date at a professional setting (okay, this may just be Namjoon’s pettiness that someone is making moves on his hyung). 

As much as Seokjin shudders at the idea of someone like Jangmin making a move on him, he really needs to get out of this situation. Trying his best to sound pleasant and not completely disgusted, Seokjin tells Jangmin, “What a lovely offer, Jangmin-ssi. I’ll check my schedule if I have anything else today. Will it be alright if you could perhaps meet me downstairs at the lobby as I double check my schedule for the day?” Namjoon snaps his head towards Seokjin’s direction, but Seokjin refuses to meet the younger’s eyes. 

Overjoyed, Jangmin chirps behind the door, “O-of course, Seokjin-ssi! I’ll be waiting for you at the front of the lobby.” Jangmin is gone within a flash. 

Seokjin quickly slings his bag over his shoulder to rush out of the room, but Namjoon intercepts his path. 

“W-wait, hyung--” Namjoon tries to say. Seokjin hastily brushes away Namjoon’s hand that was briefly clinging onto his forearm. 

“I’ve got to go, Namjoon. I’ll see you later.” Seokjin ignores the hurt look on Namjoon's face. As much as it stings his heart to see the confusion and pain in Namjoon’s expression, Seokjin can’t look at him right now. 

Not after what he just did with the said younger. 

Without sparing Namjoon another glance, Seokjin flings open the door and harshly closes it behind him. The wealthy son of Kim Corporation leans his body against the door, clenching his eyes shut. 

What has he just done? How can he face Jungkook now? Jungkook… 

Seokjin dashes out to the elevators. Screw the old fart, he’s going to his Jungkook right now and come clean. Having his boyfriend only on his mind, Seokjin doesn’t notice a sad pair of eyes behind him before the elevator door closes completely. 


It was one of Jungkook’s more enjoyable days where he only had one class for the whole day. So all the college student had in plan was to play his favorite video games until his boyfriend gets home around dinner time. 

His first immediate thought when he heard someone hastily jamming the keys into the lock of the front door was shit, am I getting robbed? He does live in a gigantic penthouse in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Seoul all due to his boyfriend’s rich backgrounds. Although his boyfriend may have been blessed under a star which helped him avoid all kinds of burglaries, Jungkook did not. Maybe it’s finally time for Jungkook's terrible luck to make its debut. Maybe, this event may be the first domino of Jungkook’s umpteeth series of misfortunate events… 

Just as Jungkook was getting ready to bring out his weapons (aka a frying pan cause Jungkook’s pure strength can knock down a man so that would be enough), Seokjin comes tumbling in their entrance. 

Jungkook gasps, putting away his so-called weapon to the side and rushes to his hyung’s side who was running out of breath. 

“Hyung? What’s wrong? Why are you home so early?” Jungkook lets out a surprise yelp when his hyung flings his arms around his neck. Because he wasn’t expecting this bear hug, Jungkook falls backwards, and he lands on his ass with Seokjin still clinging onto his neck. 

His hyung was crying. 

“I’M SO SORRY JUNGKOOK-AH!” Seokjin bawls, squeezing tightly around Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook was terrified seconds earlier, but now he’s even more perplexed than scared.

Confused more than ever, Jungkook tries to calm Seokjin down, “W-what? What are you sorry for? It’s okay hyung, please don’t cry.” 

Seokjin furiously shakes his head. He then removes his head from Jungkook’s neck, revealing fresh tears pouring down his gorgeous face. “I-I can’t. I’ve done something horrible, Kook. W-we might have to break up.” 

Break up.  Those two words that Jungkook feared the most echo through his ears. Jungkook wanted to scream, shout, and cry at this second, but he was too stunned to do any of those. Instead, Jungkook blankly stares into Seokjin’s teary eyes, his own eyes beginning to water. 

Why? was Jungkook’s first question. Did Seokjin finally realize that he would be bored after they finish their 6 month journey? Or, Jungkook realizes in horror, did Seokjin perhaps found out about Jungkook’s own blossoming feelings for-- 

“No, no, no,” Seokjin says quickly, pulling Jungkook’s pale face to his chest. Hugging him tightly, Seokjin sniffles, “I can’t lose you, I just can’t. But… but… there’s no way it’s right for me to be your boyfriend when I… I…” Seokjin’s voice trails off, leaving Jungkook hanging. 

Finally, “I broke one of our codes.” After Seokjin whispers his confession, a brief moment of silence follows. Jungkook blankly gazes into Seokjin’s eyes once again, trying to process what his hyung just said. 

Okay. He broke one of the codes. Is… is that all? 

“Which one?” Jungkook carefully asks. 

Seokjin wipes a tear from his eyes with his sleeves and mumbles, “The first one. I… I…” Seokjin buries his face into his hands in shame. “I kissed Namjoon in my conference room an hour ago, Kook.” Jungkook only blinks rapidly while Seokjin begins to sob again. “Fuck, I’m so awful, I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking, and he was just so close to me. I know we said that kissing him was alright, but I shouldn’t have kissed him without you there!” 

If Jungkook was any other boyfriend (or perhaps if it was any man other than Namjoon), Jungkook would have been plainly upset. But right now, the college student couldn't help but feel a bit relieved. 

Jungkook smiles softly and helps Seokjin wipe the tears off from his cheek. “Hyungie, please don’t feel bad. It’s fine. I’m okay with that.” 

 Seokjin pulls Jungkook’s hands away from his face and gasps. “No, you shouldn’t be okay with that, Jungkook! I literally went behind your back and made out with another man!

It should have hurt Jungkook with what his boyfriend just spewed, but Jungkook doesn’t feel betrayed at all.

“Hyung, if anything, I should be the one crying and on my knees. A few days ago, I  broke it. I broke the first code too.” 

Seokjin gapes his mouth open, then closes it, and then opens again. But no sounds came out from the shocked businessman’s mouth. 

Jungkook sighs and then looks down on his hands with a guilty look. “Hyung, I didn’t tell you this, but I also kissed Namjoon hyung without you or Namjoon hyung knowing.” 

That brought Seokjin’s back from his shock. “Woah, woah, what? How?” 

“Namjoon hyungie looked so cute dozing away at the cafe a few days ago, and I couldn’t help but kiss him on the head. I only realized what I did after I did it,” Jungkook says with a blush running through his cheeks. 

“Hey, that’s way more innocent than what I did! I kissed him till he couldn’t breathe! I marked him all over, and he moaned so sinfully and--” as Seokjin continued to describe his “misdeed”, Jungkook couldn’t help but internally groan, imagining the scene of his boyfriend and Namjoon making out at the table. Jungkook would have probably liked watching them going at each other if he had to be completely honest.  

But, Seokjin doesn’t notice how Jungkook’s eyes darken in lust when describing his kiss with Namjoon, which was why Seokjin was expecting Jungkook to spit on him or give him a good slap. He deserves one in his humble opinion. The elder was bracing for one, squeezing his eyes shut for the impact. None comes, however.

Instead, he feels a hand on top of his own. Seokjin snaps his head back up to meet Jungkook’s wide, doe eyes. Before he could say anything, Jungkook tells him in a soft whisper, “Jin hyung. Like I said, I’m fine with that. We can make out with him together next time, if that will make you feel better. Please don’t say things like we are going to break up over something like this.” 

Still not getting Jungkook’s implication, Seokjin huffs, “No, you don’t understand, Jungkook-ah. Hyung can’t be with you anymore when… when I didn’t only make out with another man, much less our target.” Jungkook flinches because he keeps forgetting that Namjoon is indeed their target 

Seokjin continues to explain with tears in his eyes, “My baby…  Hyung is a bad, selfish person because  I… I’m attracted to our target.” 

Oh. 

 “Please understand, my love. I love you the most, you are my one and only. I will pick you over him any day, but…” Seokjin breaks into tears and cries, “I can’t lie and say that I don’t have any feelings Namjoon. When I kissed him earlier, it was out of pure lust and attraction, not because I was into our game. Even if I promise you that I will move on from Namjoon or if we move onto the finale right away to drop him, what is done is done. I cheated on you. I’m no better than any of your exes. God, I’m the worst person in the world. I don’t deserve you at all.” 

While Seokjin weeps over his actions, Jungkook begins to think deeply because-- 

Is it really cheating when he and his boyfriend are having the same dilemma? Having feelings over the same man but not actually intending to make him part of their relationship? 

And if Jungkook was an honest person, he would have told Seokjin earlier that he already had a feeling that his boyfriend would fall for his first love. After all, he knows Seokjin. He also knows Namjoon. Namjoon is someone you can easily fall in love with (Jungkook knows from experience). Seokjin is rather picky with romantic partners, but if there was anyone that was matched made in heaven with Seokjin, it would be Namjoon. 

Yet, Jungkook made no moves in preventing the two from meeting and eventually falling for one another. While this was mostly due to Jungkook’s own struggles in having feelings for Namjoon, Jungkook is now more than okay with his hyung having these sorts of feelings for Namjoon. 

But of course, the little voice in the back of his head whispers–

What if Seokjin leaves you to be with Namjoon only? 

What if Namjoon rejects you again? 

How are you going to manage if both Seokjin and Namjoon want to get rid of you? 

 

You will have nowhere to go if Seokjin and Namjoon both decide that you are not worthy. 

 

Jungkook tries to extinguish his inner demons. No, he wants to scream. He’s being so unfair to Seokjin and especially Namjoon. He should remedy this messy situation and tell everyone the truth. He needs to tell Seokjin that he, too, has fallen back in love with Namjoon. He needs to let both Namjoon and Seokjin know that he has actually never fully moved on from him until he met Seokjin. Just like the saying goes, first love never truly dies. 

Even if said first love broke his heart into itty bitty pieces. 

Jungkook takes a deep breath. In a shaky voice, Jungkook asks, “Jin hyung. Don’t ever say that you were like any of my exes. You’re incomparable to them or anyone else.” Except for one person Jungkook thinks but doesn’t say out loud. Seokjin's sad eyes never leave Jungkook’s as the younger continues, “Jin hyung, I love you so much.” Seokjin makes a distressed noise,  but Jungkook shushes, “Jin hyung, it’s okay. Please let me continue.” Seokjin nods slowly, while Jungkook thinks about his next words carefully. “I love you, and I don’t want to ever lose you. And I’m willing to do whatever you want to do.” 

Seokjin sucks in a breath. “W-what?” 

Jungkook nods with a tearful smile, “Yes. Hyung, I’ve been in love with Namjoon hyung before, and if you really like Namjoon hyung, then let’s stop this game and make it real. Or we can pretend that this never happened, if that’s what you want. I will do whatever you want to do.” 

In the end, even though Jungkook only has one wish, he gives his Seokjin hyung full control. Jungkook is a coward, and he hates it. He hates that he is too scared to share his own feelings. He hates that he can’t be honest with Seokjin nor to himself. And he especially hates the fact that no matter what Seokjin wants to do or what HE wants to do, his chances with Namjoon are next to impossible. 

The weight of these decisions are too much to bear. He doesn’t want to mess up and regret forever. And so, the only way to avoid this is to put it on someone he knows that can handle this. 

Seokjin. But really, Jungkook is just running away. 

Seokjin furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “You would really be alright with us stopping this altogether? Didn’t Namjoon hurt you?” 

“No. Out of everyone, Namjoon hyung’s rejection pained me the least.” What a big fat lie. 

“Namjoon hyung was never a part of the bullying back then. He was kind, and turned me down more gently than anyone else did.” Well, there was some truth to this. 

“Hyungie, isn’t it obvious that I’m also attracted to Namjoon hyung? He is my first love after all.” Finally he’s telling the full truth. 

“So, I’m fine with whatever you want to do, as long as you are with me, Jin hyung.” 

Seokjin swallows, and his eyes are scanning deeply into Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s heart begins to race faster and faster as the silence prolongs. 

What will Seokjin decide? 

Will everything go alright in the end? 


Namjoon anxiously holds tightly onto his two gift bags in his arms. A large pool of people were incoming meters ahead from him. Families, friends, and lovers waiting for their loved ones were all standing next to the tall intern. It seems like there are multiple flights arriving at this time. 

Then, Namjoon spots them. Standing on his tippy toes, Namjoon holds onto his two gift bags in one hand and waves his other hand wildly in the air. He immediately caught the attention of the two people he was waiting for. 

“Guys! Over here!” Namjoon yells. Two men quickly run to Namjoon, both of their arms open wide.

“Joonie!” the smaller man of the two screams, crashing his body into his own. The two reunited best friends hugged tightly. The taller of the man wraps his arms around the both of them, laughing gleefully into their faces. 

“Oh my god, what a surprise Namjoonie!” the taller one exclaims. 

Namjoon holds onto the two even tighter. “I missed you guys so much. Oh my gosh, how long has it been?” 

“Too long. We have a lot to catch up on, don’t we?” 

Namjoon looks up from their hug and nods with a shy smile. “I have so many things to tell you, Jimin. Hoseok-ah.”

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Seokjin at first wanted to end everything. It would be for the better to not risk anything regarding Jungkook and their relationship. Seokjin is far too possessive-- just the thought of sharing someone like Jungkook causes Seokjin’s blood to boil in anger. Plus, it’s better for Namjoon to not be associated with them anyway. He and Jungkook are nothing but trouble. If Namjoon unfortunately falls for them, it wouldn’t end well even IF both he and Jungkook feel the same way. 

Because in the end, Seokjin and Jungkook were never genuine with their feelings for Namjoon in the first place. Everything with what they had in the beginning was no fairytale, but a bunch of lies and deceit. 

That was what Seokjin had in mind until he was alone with Namjoon again in his conference room and they were at each others’ mouths again. It’s now been over a month since he met Namjoon. And it’s about a week since Seokjin made his ‘final decision’. 

Seokjin has come to terms long ago that his greed is unmatched in the business world, but he now realizes that his avarice cannot be contained just about in any situation. He was ready to terminate whatever compromise he had with Namjoon’s company they had been steadily building the past few weeks. He was ready to cut all ties with Namjoon to prove that he doesn’t need or want anyone other than Jungkook. 

Yet, as soon as Namjoon waltzes in unexpectedly to the conference room with that sinful lips of his looking extra shiny and pink (that brat used lip tint goddamnit), Seokjin knew that it was over. Seokjin pins Namjoon against the wall just after a soft click from the sound of Namjoon locking the door behind him. Seokjin can feel the sly smile forming from Namjoon’s lips when he begins to suck on the younger’s bottom lip. 

“You menace,” Seokjin growls. He proceeds to bite onto Namjoon’s lips, earning yet another groan from him. Namjoon knows what he’s doing. The brat didn’t have to enter the room 30 minutes earlier than planned wearing such sparkly lip tint and tight-fitting pants and low cut blouse. 

Namjoon merely hums in delight, curling his arms around Seokjin's neck and returning the kiss just as eagerly and desperately. “I just miss you. So I decided to surprise you,” Namjoon whispers seductively into Seokjin’s ear. 

Seokjin’s heart shakes from glee and guilt. While it makes him happy to know that Namjoon wants Seokjin that way, Seokjin now feels a bit terrible for playing Namjoon like a doll. Although that is exactly what Seokjin and Jungkook had been doing with their previous targets (Namjoon no different), Seokjin doesn’t want to do that anymore. 

Not with the desire and lust bubbling inside Seokjin upon seeing Namjoon unfold himself before him. 

“It’s a nice surprise,” Seokjin whispers almost too softly. Seokjin swallows when his eyes trail down to Namjoon’s exposed neck. Marking a spot just above Namjoon’s collarbone, the younger lets out a sweet moan. Seokjin asks, “Keep being loud like that, and I’ll find a way to shut your mouth.” Before he does anything else, Seokjin first searches for approval in Namjoon’s eyes. He doesn’t know what Namjoon is capable of or okay with, so the businessman removes his lip from Namjoon’s neck, waiting for proper consent. 

What Seokjin didn't expect was being gently pushed to his glass desk, back flat on the table's surface and face looking up at the ceiling. Then, unlike Seokjin has ever experienced before, he gets pinned down, caged between Namjoon’s arm. 

Seokjin’s arousal spikes like never before when he finally meets Namjoon’s hungry eyes looking down at him. 

“What the…” 

“I’d like to see you try, hyung.” Seokjin’s moans into Namjoon’s sudden and rough kiss. It’s different, so different than anything he’s used to with Jungkook and even his previous small list of lovers. He gets turned on by the power and control he has with his partners, especially with Jungkook. He loves seeing how easily Jungkook submits into his kisses and touches, how he can elicit strong responses with a single flick of his tongue. 

But now with Namjoon, Seokjin is feeling aroused in fighting for dominance. For the next ten minutes, he finds himself addicted to the back and forth positions between dominating and being dominated by Namjoon. He attacks into their wet, sloppy kisses, then stumbles back into a submissive state when Namjoon’s tongue starts overpowering his own. 

It’s downright gross and messy with how he and Namjoon were licking each others’ mouths, but Seokjin has never been this eager before. It’s exciting if anything else (and very hot of course). 

By the end of the half hour, Seokjin’s shirt has been basically ripped open. Namjoon on the other hand had angry red marks all over his neck, and hair sticking up in all directions. Both are now fully hard, a visible tent growing in their black pants. 

Seokjin was still on his back, finding himself unable to take control back and overpower Namjoon’s body weight on top of him. Though this was against everything Seokjin had once thought he stood for, the son of the CEO doesn’t find himself disliking the position he’s in. In fact, he found himself unconsciously wrapping his legs around Namjoon’s waist in some points of their intense makeout session. He almost finds himself bucking his hips up to Namjoon, but the need to win this battle of dominance against Namjoon was much stronger than his neediness right now. 

Fuck. He has it down bad. 

“Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin says hoarsely. He bits back a moan when Namjoon responds by nipping onto his earlobe. He tries again with a firmer voice, “We... we should stop. Your stupid boss should be coming any moment now.” 

“But I want to take care of you,” Namjoon says with a slight whine. The sound of Namjon’s voice indeed made Seokjin’s cock twitch. 

“You little… you’re testing my patience, brat,” he growls. He sees the smirk on Namjoon’s face grow wider; Namjoon likes being a brat. 

“Do you want me to beg then?” Namjoon challenges, raising an eyebrow. Seokjin throws him a dirty glare. Any other time, Seokjin would gladly show Namjoon who’s boss and make him beg for it (whether it be his cock or mouth or whatever). But with the clock ticking and their supposed professional meeting coming up,so  there’s no way… 

Suddenly, Namjoon climbs onto Seokjin’s lap and buries his face into Seokjin’s shoulder. Losing the confidence he had earlier, Seokjin hears Namjoon whimper next to his ear. 

“I’m sorry. I’m usually more controlled and behaving, but you drive me crazy, hyung. I missed you so much, neither you or Jungkook haven’t called or texted me in a while. I know you’ve been busy, and you might be having second thoughts of having me in your relationship, but I can’t stop thinking about you ever since that day. If you’re having second thoughts, please tell me right now.  I’ll leave this room if you do decide that you're having second thoughts.” 

Fuck, shit. Seokjin can’t hold back anymore. He can’t be the better person right now and resist the walking temptation that’s sitting right on his lap, even when he told himself that he would earlier. 

And so, Seokjin wordlessly gets Namjoon off from his lap and places him on the floor, face right in front of his crotch. Namjoon’s squeaks in surprise from his manhandling, but he immediately shuts his mouth when the elder says in a low voice, 

“Don’t regret your choice, Joon.” There was a double meaning behind Seokjin’s words, but at face value, he’s asking Namjoon’s consent for taking their kissing to another level of intimacy. 

Namjoon’s eyes darken. His hands grip on to Seokjin’s thighs with a firm nod of his head. Seokjin smirks, slowly unbuckling his belt. 

“Okay then. I will gladly shut your mouth like I promised earlier, sweetheart. That is your punishment for risking my professional reputation.” 

There was no turning back now. Especially not after Namjoon sucks his cock dry within 5 minutes, and his hot come flushing down the younger’s throat soon after. That is when Seokjin admits his defeat--Seokjin wants Namjoon. Badly. So, so badly. 

Might as well finish with what they started. 


Seokjin isn’t just attracted to Namjoon on the outside. Seokjin is slowly falling for Namjoon’s other charms, including the intern’s kind heart and worldview clashing against his own. Typically, he would consider Namjoon’s actions and personal choices as weak, but Namjoon argued otherwise. 

“Let me help you with those heavy grocery bags, halmoni,” Namjoon offers with a sweet voice, holding out his hands to this elderly woman who was about to cross the street. The elderly woman smiles, handing her two grocery bags, one each to Namjoon and Seokjin. 

“My, what sweet, young, handsome men you two are. Grandmother lives in that house across from there. You can leave my stuff on the front door if you can.” Namjoon nods eagerly, then proceeds in striking a conversation with the old woman. 

“Of course, halmoni. You have a beautiful garden over there. I also love peonies.” Seokjin falls silent into the conversation between Namjoon and the elderly woman. This was the fifth act of kindness he and Namjoon, specifically Namjoon, carried out during their trip back from their meeting. It’s not like Seokjin never does his own act of kindness towards people like elderly people or young children or whoever on the streets, but the way Namjoon goes out of his way to help out any sort of issues strangers have is honestly intriguing.  

Some may find Namjoon’s interventions as his way of acting high and mighty or perhaps even nosy, but Seokjin is feeling endeared. The world needs more people like Namjoon. There are those who prefer to let people stick to their own businesses or value independence (like Seokjin), but here is Namjoon, able to maintain that value while also willing to step in to help those around him. 

Seokjin may have been raised to fend for himself and disregard others who fall behind, but he still sees the beauty of Namjoon’s own ways of surviving this world. People need other people. And offering someone help that gives no benefit to you does not make you weak. In some ways, Seokjin thinks it actually makes you powerful after witnessing Namjoon doing this several times. He and his father can learn a thing or two. 

“Are you sure, halmoni? It’s not a problem for us to take these inside if you are okay with it of course!’ Namjoon says as they make it to the old lady’s doorsteps.  

The older lady shakes her head with a fond smile. “My good for nothing grandson should be home to take those bags in. I’m thankful for you two for helping me all the way here, and so leaving the bags here should be enough. Now run along. I must have interrupted your cute date.” Namjoon flushes while Seokjin bites back a smile. 

“Oh um we aren’t… I guess… Let me take those bags hyung!” Namjoon splutters, grabbing the bag from Seokjin’s hand and taking it to the front door. Seokjin chuckles to himself, watching fondly at the flustered music intern. 

While Namjoon is occupied, the elderly woman tries to get Seokjin’s attention. “Psst. You young lad.” Seokjin turns to the lady. 

“Me?” 

“Yes, you. You love him, don't you?” Love? It’s undeniable that Seokjin’s feelings for Namjoon are getting stronger and stronger each hour, but love? Just yesterday, Seokjin would have called the old lady ridiculous but taking one more look at Namjoon’s bashful smile along with his cute dimples… 

Maybe it isn’t so far-fetched. Perhaps his heart has room for someone other than Jungkook. 

“Love huh,” Seokjin whispers almost to himself. 

The old lady grins. To her, it’s obvious that these two men are in love. One or both of them may have not realized it yet, but it’s apparent to even an old lady to see that these two are genuinely in love. And so, the elderly woman sneaks something into the quiet one’s hand.

Seokjin's eyes widen, and he hears the old lady whisper, “Give this to him. As thanks for helping me today, I will help you two. He said he likes peonies.” The old lady flashes Seokjin a final smile before turning back to her house and says her final goodbyes to Namjoon, who was still unaware of the secret conversation between her and Seokjin. Seokjin takes a look at what he’s holding; a beautiful reddish pink peony lays on top of his palm. 

Seokjin reflexively hides his hand behind his back when Namjoon walks up to him. Namjoon gives Seokjin a shy smile. 

“Shall we go? Sorry, we should have been at Jungkook’s school ten minutes ago.” Seokjin grips the flower behind his back. 

“It’s fine, Joon. We still have plenty of time left. No need to rush.” 

“That’s strange. I thought tough businessmen like you would be more of a stickler to time management. You’re surprisingly patient.” 

Seokjin successfully hides the flower in one of his pockets, and then gives a gentle slap on Namjoon’s shoulder. “You really want to test my patience, don’t you?” Namjoon only gives Seokjin a smug look. Seokjin shakes his head in disbelief, but the smile on his face never disappears. 

“I’ll wipe that smirk off your face soon, brat. Just you wait.” 

“Whatever you say, hyung.”

Seokjin cannot contain his curiosity any longer. 

“Why do you bother helping people randomly? Not that it’s bad, but most people you helped seem to be capable.” 

Though the question seems to be out of nowhere, Namjoon doesn’t flinch from the switch of the topic. Instead, Namjoon almost looks as if he expected this subject to come up. Humming softly, Namjoon answers, “Why can’t we go out of our way to help out our fellow human beings? It makes them happy, it also makes me happy, so we are all happy in the end.” 

“I get that. But most of the time, people can take care of themselves. And in other cases, it’s best for the person to be left alone and deal with their struggles on their own so they can grow and learn. Especially in these times, all of us are growing more independent every day. In the end, it’s our self-interest that wins and takes us to places we want to be.” 

Namjoon knows that Seokjin means well. To some other people, Namjoon would have been scorned from this response if he didn’t have a slight idea behind Seokjin’s background. Seokjin grew up in the business world where competition is the fiercest. Those who fall behind are the losers, and Namjoon knows that to be where Seokjin is at, sacrifices had to be made. Not only that, to be incredibly successful in Seokjin’s world, one has to wish for someone else’s ruin– something Namjoon has recently begun to understand since becoming an intern at his dream music company. 

So, normally Namjoon detests businessmen like Seokjin, but ever since he came to learn of Seokjin and began to have his own experiences, Namjoon’s perspective slightly changed. Plus, Namjoon can see kindness deep inside Seokjin’s seemingly hardened heart. 

“That doesn’t mean we can get there without other people. I’m sure you out of all people know that, hyung.” Namjoon says almost too softly. 

Seokjin looks up to the blue sky with a sad smile. “Yeah. I know.” There was a minute of silence afterwards, both walking at a steady pace towards their destination– Jungkook’s university. 

Namjoon suddenly speaks up again. “Hyung. I may not have known you for that long, but I can tell that you’re battling against the values you grew up with and the values you always had. Tell me hyung, what changed? Or what happened?” 

Seokjin chuckles at that. It’s been a while since someone had broken down his walls like this. Seokjin never, EVER revealed his vulnerabilities to anyone, not even Jungkook. However, talking to Namjoon about his deepest desires and weaknesses like this was… relieving. 

And so, Seokjin answers, “I always wanted to be a physical therapist, not some entrepreneur. I had just gotten accepted to the medical school I really wanted to go to until my family whipped my ass into being their next chairman of my father’s business. I admit, I was the perfect heir to that position. I had similar qualities as my father, and it wasn’t like my parents didn’t train me to become who they envisioned me to be. When I was thrown into a high position for their business, as everyone expected, I excelled. And I guess I just accepted my fate as a cold-hearted, greedy businessman instead of the good doctor I dreamed to be as a kid.” 

Namjoon stays silent, itching to grab hold of his hyung’s hand after hearing his story. He lets Seokjin laugh to himself softly, letting the elder to recollect his thoughts and feelings. Then, Namjoon bravely reaches out for Seokjin’s hands. He smiles when he feels the elder’s hand squeezing back with his. 

Namjoon then whispers, “I never knew. Thank you hyung, for sharing something so personal to me. And you may disagree with me on this but…” 

Namjoon interlaces their fingers before releasing a breath, “I think.. I think you would have been a physical therapist. And it’s never too late to be one.” 

“Thank you, Namjoon-ah. That really means a lot to me.” 

“Besides, you would look way hotter in a white lab coat than a suit.” 

Namjoon’s heart flutters when he hears one of Seokjin’s rare giggles. 

Oh well, Namjoon thinks internally, unable to hold back his overflowing feelings. Namjoon admits defeat– he is way beyond saving at this point. And so, Namjon begins to pretend. For once, he will pretend that Seokjin is his. Pouring out their feelings together, walking to a university to pick up their precious third, holding hands like this…. 

For now, Namjoon will pretend that he really is in a serious relationship with Kim Seokjin and his boyfriend Namjoon has also come to adore– Jeon Jungkook. 


“T-that’s unfair! I want to kiss Namjoon hyung too!” Jungkook whines with his adorable pout that Seokjin can hardly deny. Seokjin more or less expected this kind of reaction from Jungkook. At first, Seokjin felt awful for once again breaking their codes and kissing Jungkook behind his back. However, after finding out that Jungkook, too, is captured by Namjoon’s charms, Seokjin wasn’t too shocked with this response. 

It’s not shocking, but it doesn’t make it easier for Seokjin’s complicated feelings. Just how should he exactly feel about his boyfriend complaining about not being able to kiss another man? 

It’s simple, the back of Seokjin's brain mocks. If it's Kim Namjoon, no pair of boyfriends or girlfriends can blame them and their messy situation. And it’s only Kim Namjoon who Seokjin will even allow to even touch his baby. 

In actuality however, Seokjin is more than okay. It almost feels right. Namjoon and his Jungkook would look so good and hot together in bed… 

“Jungkook-ah, what if hyung wants to take a step farther with all three of us? Or what if… what if hyung already took an even bigger step with Namjoon already?” Jungkook’s doe eyes become impossibly larger. So does his pout. 

“Y-you guys did it already? Without me? Hyung!” Seokjin, face filled with guilt and shyness, tries to avoid Jungkook’s eyes. However, if the elder had at least taken a glance, perhaps he would have caught the sadness beneath Jungkook’s eyes from these revelations. Unknown to Seokjin, Jungkook’s insecurity rises ever so steadily. His fear has been confirmed: his boyfriend and his first love are already hitting it off well. Too well. What does that mean for Jungkook and his not so lovable self? 

Jungkook’s spiraling thoughts get interrupted when his mouth moves on its own, translating his deepest desires out loud. 

“I want to do it. I want to do it too.” 

Seokjin turns his head to meet Jungkook’s eyes. He thinks about the options. He thinks about how far they have become and how messier things will be. But he also thinks about how they already reached the point of no turning back. 

Besides, Seokjin doesn’t remember the time he ever refused Jungkook. 

“Okay, baby. Let’s talk to Namjoon about it.” 

And maybe, just maybe. If they come clean one day in the future, they might be okay. 

But of course, those were all hopeful thoughts. 


Despite feeling a bit embarrassed from the scuffle earlier, Namjoon couldn’t help but smile while dragging a pissed Jimin from his workplace. His best friend has always been protective, and Jimin’s expressive personality goes hand in hand with his protectiveness quite well. 

“I swear, if I see that mustache freak again, it’s on sight,” Jimin growls, pushing down his sunglasses from the top of his head once they step out the doors. 

Namjoon sighs, “Jimin-ah, you almost pulled your taekwondo moves on my boss just now! You could have made it to the headlines. The not so good headlines!” Namjoon groans defeatedly when Jimin just shrugs while Hoseok laughs carefreely. Namjoon puts his hands on his hips and glares at Hoseok. “Hoseok, your boyfriend could have been permanently banned from a music corporation! Or his face could have been plastered in all of the news sources if I hadn’t stopped him from karate chopping my boss–” 

“Aww, that’s my one and only boyfriend! I would have been proudly showing off the newspaper to everyone if that happened.” Hoseok lets out his signature laugh again, throwing a proud arm around the slightly agitated Jimin. Namjoon appreciates the thoughts behind Jiimn’s actions, but Namjoon also does not want his best friend to receive negative public attention from those stunts. 

Jimin growls again, “Seriously, what’s his problem? Did he seriously think he could get away with ordering you around like in front of your friends? He had it coming, so he can’t bitch it to his boss.” 

Namjoon tries to appease the younger, “He is just more snappy than usual. I think he knows that his position is in danger these days with how the CEO and upper boss have been noticing my talents. Give the poor guy a break. He’s going to get demoted soon.” Hoseok whistles, throwing his other arm around Namjoon. 

“You’re as cool as ever, Namjoon! But if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask your besties,”  Hoseok says cheerfully, flashing his white teeth. Though Hoseok appears to be the most bubbly out of them, Namjoon knows better. Just as he says this, Hoseok’s voice suddenly becomes an octave deeper when he whispers, “Especially if you need us to take out some trash. We won’t hesitate to get our hands dirty for you, Joon.” 

Namjoon smiles a bit nervously and nods. “No need to worry, guys! Really, he is just like an annoying fly. L-let’s all go get ice cream to cool down, shall we?” His two best friends agreed, one still a bit pissed and the other wearing his sunshine smile that would deceive anyone near their vicinity. 

As the trio order their ice cream and sit at a table, Namjoon’s phone rings. Judging by the sound, he knows exactly who it was. Heart picking up pace, Namjoon fumbles through his pockets to fish for his cellphone. Without hesitation, Namjoon unlocks his phone and reads the message. 

“So rude. Here you are, on your phone while two handsome men are treating you ice cream,” Jimin whines, leaning his head against his boyfriend. 

Hoseok chirps, “It could be his new boyfriends we haven’t met yet!” Jimin’s head snaps back up in alarm. 

“Is it them?!” Jimin gets his answer when he sees his best friend’s cheeks turn bright red. 

Namjoon swallows hard, reading the most recent text he received from Seokjin. Actually, to be more accurate, he receives exactly three texts, one of them being an image sent by the elder. 

The first message reads, “we have some unfinished business don’t we?”

The next message was… an image of a half naked Jungkook. Oh fuck. The ice cream he had just eaten definitely did not succeed to suppress the heat flaring inside his body. Damn that glorious image. 

Though the picture only shows the upper body, Namjoon knows it’s Jungkook’s rock hard abs he’s seeing– and he can feel his pants growing tighter as he stares at the picture longer. 

And finally, the last message Seokjin had sent was, “we’ll be at our place all day. Feel free to come any time if you wanna ;)” 

If he wants to? How can Namjoon just turn away from this when he was being offered his biggest desires for the last month? Namjoon just wants to roam his hands over Jungkook’s smooth skin, feel all his curves and edges, and–

Luckily, Jimin was able to help Namjoon to relinquish his dirty thoughts. 

“Hello, hyung? We’re still here, you know.” 

Namjoon quickly tucks his phone away in embarrassment and mumbles out an apology, “Oh, sorry… Yeah, I just got a text from them.” Hoseok makes a kissy face, causing Namjoon to slap his friend’s arm in embarrassment. “S-stop that…” 

In contrast to Hoseok however, Jimin wasn’t too enthralled. Ever since he heard about the pair of boyfriends his best friend has been seeing, concern has been gnawing inside his gut. At first, Jimin was so happy that Namjoon was opening up to love since it has been a while, but when he revealed that he has been seeing an already established couple… something seemed wrong. 

Especially when Namjoon revealed that one of them is someone he had already known previously– someone who liked him before. 

“So what did they say?” Jimin asks, taking another bite of his ice cream. Namjoon’s cheeks redden even more– the color of his cheeks is starting to look like that of a firetruck at his point. 

Namjoon clears his throat before admitting, “I think… I think we are going to finally take our intimacy to another level.” 

Hoseok gasps, “Ooooh so you guys are gonna fuck now–” 

“Hoseok!” Both Namjoon and Jimin gasp in shock. 

Hoseok raises his hands up and asks innocently, “What? That’s exactly what Namjoonie said!” 

“Anyway,” Namjoon says, face still bright red. “I think I am going to do it with them today. Oh god, it’s been a while since I’ve been so nervous about this.” 

Jimin can’t help but ask, “But it’s not a casual hook up, right?” 

Namjoon shakes his head slowly. “No, at least, I don’t think it is.” Namjoon knows where Jimin is getting at, and honestly, Namjoon has been trying to avoid these warning signs his logical side of the brain has been trying to convey. 

“But do they know it’s not a casual hook-up?” Yup, there it is. There’s the million dollar question. 

Namjoon takes a deep breath and tries to sound confident, “I’m sure they don’t see this as a hook up. At least, I’m taking their word from last month where they said they said it’s up to me how I want to approach this relationship—” 

“But isn’t that strange, hyung? I really don’t want to make you sad or hurt you hyung, but I just can’t help but find it weird how a couple is willing to let the third party take the reins of this risky relationship. And they obviously don’t exactly know what they want since they’ve been pushing and pulling you just last week. It’s so unfair to you hyung, pulling you around like that. I don’t like it.” Jimin realizes that he had said more than necessary when he felt a hand to his thigh. Hoseok gently shakes his head and squeezes his boyfriend’s thigh to give a warning. 

Namjoon takes in Jimin’s words, but lets it sit in his head instead of fully processing it. Namjoon knows. Hell, he whined about it to Jimin and Nayeon so many times when both Seokjin and Jungkook would suddenly stop talking to him for a few days and respond to his texts or calls later like they didn’t just ghost him previously. And he can’t forget the hesitation and regret in Seokjin’s eyes that one time they made out in his conference room. That almost shattered Namjoon’s conviction, but Namjoon still pursued. Cause alas, Namjoon had unfortunately been wrapped around the pair of boyfriends’ fingers. 

He wants to see them more. He wants to hold Jungkook. He wants to learn and see more cute sides of Seokjin hyung. 

He wants to upgrade whatever they have between them (the casual flirting, the cute dates, and the pure lust) into something even more.  

And yes, he had hope when the two said they would let Namjoon decide what to do with their complicated relationship. For the most part, both Seokjin and Jungkook were careful yet affectionate with him. They wouldn’t do anything that made him feel uncomfortable or out of line. However, those come with mixed signals… sure they told Namjoon can control the direction and pace of  their relationship , but what do they want? With the way they have been only swimming on the surface rather than diving deeper in the unknown… 

Namjoon’s uncertainty only grows. However… 

“I’m still going to see them.” 

Jimin mutters an apology, “I’m sorry hyung, I shouldn’t have said. I just want you to be careful, okay?” 

Namjoon snorts, “I can take care of myself, Jimin-ah. Hyung isn’t that weak just because he’s not a martial arts master like you.” 

“It’s not that, hyungie. I’m worried about your heart. Please be careful.” 

Namjoon swallows. He can’t hide it from Jimin and Hoseok since these two are his closest friends in the world. They know. They know that despite him claiming that he is taking it slow and trying to make this relationship more casual than not, they know that he has fallen. 

And it isn’t anyway easy when you are slowly falling for two people who are already in a relationship, right? But Namjoon did, and he is a weak man. 

He wants them, and if there is even a tiny opening for him to possibly join them, then he will take it despite the risks. After all, Namjoon is a fighter. But he is also a fierce lover, who is more than ready to love not one, but two wonderful men he had been thinking about this past month. 


8 years ago

Ouch. Someone just flung another pebble towards his direction. This time, it landed at the side of his head. 14-year-old Jungkook tugged the hood of his sweatshirt further down to cover his entire face. However, though his eyes were glued to the ground as he walked to the doors, he missed a foot that caused him to tumble downwards. And then, there was that familiar snickering surrounding him when he landed on his hands and knees pathetically. 

“Where are you going, loser?” Taewon sneers, high-fiving his other goons. Jungkook’s mouth stays shut and wordlessly gets up on his two feet. He knew from past encounters that responding to them would only encourage them more. So, refusing to give them the satisfaction of his suffering, Jungkook tries to push past his bullies, ignoring their snickers and name-calling. 

It was okay. This was just his normal day. He was so used to this that it’s no use crying about it anymore. 

Head and eyes still tilted downwards to the floor, Jungkook scurried to his next class. He should have at least glanced up occasionally so the next event wouldn’t have happened. Before Jungkook caught the stacks of books heading his way, he collided with something, or rather someone. 

Having so used to falling down, Jungkook quickly got on his feet just as he fell, only to look up at this incredibly tall, strikingly handsome, and unfamiliar student who was looking down right at him. Their height difference was astounding, and Jungkook had never felt even smaller before.  Anxiety crept up from his stomach when he met the student’s eyes. He had never met him before, and he looked scary. 

Oh my god. Jungkook knew he was going to get beat up, and this time, it’s going to hurt even worse since this guy is so tall–

“Hey, are you alright? Sorry, I didn’t see you there through my stack of books.” Jungkook rubbed his eyes to make sure that the person standing in front of him was smiling at him, not scowling at him. When he looked back at the taller student, he was met again with dimples.

Jungkook’s eyes immediately were drawn towards those dimples. 

“Oh no, you have a small cut on your forehead. Here, let me take care of that for you.” the tall, dimpled student whispers, fishing something out from his bag. Jungkook finally noticed that his hood had flown off from his head. His messy mop of hair was out in the world, and his sad excuse of a face was also exposed for everyone to see. Oh no. Jungkook immediately froze in fear when he watched Namjoon rummaging through his bag. Usually, his bullies would pull out their favorite toys from their bags to up their torment. And Jungkook never liked those toys. Not one bit. 

However, what dimples brought out was a first aid kit. Kneeling down to meet Jungkook’s wide, panicked eyes, the tall student smiled again. “I’m really sorry about that. You must have run into one of the corners of my books or something. Can I put some ointment there?” The only thing Jungkook could do was stand there, flabbergasted. But he did manage to give the guy a tiny nod. 

Jungkook winced when he felt the cold cream being gently rubbed on his small wound. As the stranger was beginning to place a band-aid on the side of his forehead, Jungkook finally noticed the hushed whispers and good looks from other students that were passing by. Jungkook wanted to leave now. Not everyone here were his bullies, but he knew that none of them liked him. 

“There you go! Haha, my sister would always tease me for having a first aid kit in my bag, but you never know when you need them!” the older student exclaims, looking proudly at his work. 

Despite Jungkook’s instincts to run then and there, his parents taught him manners. He wasn’t going to leave without saying a thank you. So, Jungkook whispered, “T-thank you. A-and I’m sorry.” Before he made a mad dash out of the scene, a tug of his sleeves stopped him. Jungkook’s heart leapt in fear, and he jerked his head back to the unfamiliar student. 

“Ooh, sorry. I just wanted to ask for your name before you leave. My name is Kim Namjoon, and I just transferred to this school today!” Jungkook’s heart jumped once again when Kim Namjoon beamed, his dimples deepening once again. Jungkook was starting to really like those dimples. 

And maybe because of those dimples, Jungkook felt himself relaxing and stuttering out his own name. “J-Jeon Jungkook.” 

Namjoon grinned once more. “What a cool name. I hope we can be friends, Jungkook!” Namjoon released the hold of Jungkook’s sleeves and reached out his hand for a handshake.

And that was the start of Jungkook and Namjoon’s story. The moment Jungkook reluctantly accepted Namjoon’s hand actually sealed the deal– Jungkook met his first love. 

The one who started it all– the one who pushed down the first domino of the despairing series of heartbreaks Jungkook will face later on. 

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Namjoon was worrying about a lot of things while stepping through the front gates of the richest apartments in Seoul. Though he had Jimin help with his outfit (and his lingerie), Namjoon was still worried if he was dressed nicely for Seokjin hyung and Jungkook. He was also getting concerned about his body and how Seokjin and Jungkook would react to him naked– even though he was never insecure about his body before. He knows that he’s quite hot, but after seeing a sneak peek of Jungkook’s sexy body? 

Namjoon is quite literally shaking, and he couldn’t stop thinking of those defined abs and that v-line… 

“Welcome, Kim Namjoon,” a deep voice blared through the speakers. The wired gates open ever so slowly, and Namjoon can feel that his heart was about to burst. He’s really doing it. He’s going to have sex with a pair boyfriends, something he would have never thought he would in his life. 

Namjoon releases a deep sigh to calm his nerves. No, he tells himself. He’s not going to go in there and make himself look like a fool. He has one goal in mind and that is to take care of them. Namjoon is quite confident with his skills in bed, and he will utilize those skills to give them the best threesome they will have. 

Not that Namjoon had plenty of experiences with sex or threesomes, but one thing Namjoon is confident of is his ability of taking care of people. He loves to give, and he will show them how much he is willing to give to them through his actions and words. 

Even if they decide that they purely want a sexual relationship, Namjoon will express his love physically then. As much as he can. 

Just as Namjoon makes it to their front door and has his fist hovering in front of it, the door opens. He gets engulfed by arms and the sweet scent of vanilla. 

“H-hyung! Y-you came!” Jungkook exclaims, a bit more anxious than usual. Namjoon smiles, endeared by Jungkook’s nervousness. He’s so adorable. 

“Of course. Do you know what your menace of a boyfriend sent me? How can I turn down that?” Oh Namjoon just wanted to ruin Jungkook there when the younger one flushed a deeper shade of red. He can hear a unique sound of laughter just across the hall as he closes the front door behind him. 

“That’s so smooth, Namjoon-ah! You got Jungkook there.” Namjoon tries to maintain his composure when Seokjin walks out from the hallway, revealing his attire. Namjoon was used to seeing Seokjin in his business suit, fancy shoes, and those slacks Namjoon once pulled down. But this? 

Namjoon felt a different rush of excitement when staring at Seokjin in a pink, fluffy robe and wearing extra pink, fluffy slippers. Never had his Seokjin hyung looked so soft and delicate. 

Oh, Namjoon definitely wants to ruin both of them now. But of course, he can’t not notice how both Seokjin and Jungkook had equally hungry looks towards him

Namjoon suddenly feels shivers crawling down his spine when he feels a hand sneaking up behind him. Not only that, he felt something nosing around his bare neck-- Jungkook was already on the offense. 

Before Namjoon can tease Jungkook for already being handsy and needy right now, he hears a sharp voice call out, “Jungkook. Behave.” Seokjin’s deep, commanding voice successfully grabs both Namjoon and Jungkook’s attention. 

Jungkook pitifully whines, forcing himself off from Namjoon, who was a bit affected by the dominance radiating from Seokjin just now. For some reason, Seokjin still displaying his typical, authoritative self while looking like the sweetest angel turns Namjoon on even more. 

He’s not going to make it out of here alive and well, is he? 

Seokjin pours some tea on a tea cup and motions Namjoon to their fancy table. “Let’s have a quick talk first before we… before we start, hm?” Namjoon joins Seokjin to the table with a fidgety Jungkook right behind. Namjoon can tell that Jungkook really wanted to touch him right now, and Namjoon cannot be anymore endeared. 

As Namjoon sits down on his chair, Seokjin stands next to him, handing him his tea. 

“Thank you,” Namjoon says as Jungkook sits next to him. Without shame, Jungkook scoots his chair even closer to Namjoon’s, leaving no space between them. It’s as if their chairs were attached. 

Namjoon laughs at this, while Seokjin looks unimpressed. Seokjin growls, “Hands to yourself. I better not see them anywhere Namjoon, got it?” 

“Yes, hyung.” Jungkook squeaks a reply, yet still looking at Namjoon, starry-eyed. 

Seokjin sighs, “He’s been wanting this all day, so I’m sorry about his behavior.” 

Namjoon shakes it off with a chuckle, “Oh don't worry. I’m really flattered actually. I just can't wait to ruin him.” Jungkook squirms from that, and Namjoon can see the younger’s hands just inches away from his leg. 

“Well, we should talk about some things first before we let anyone ruin someone, shouldn’t we?” Seokjin says with a sly smile. Namjoon nods, and he takes this as a good sign. Okay, they are setting some boundaries, and they are efficiently communicating. That’s good, very good. 

“Thanks for that. What should I know?” 

Seokjin smirks as he pets Jungkook’s head. Jungkook leans into his boyfriend's hand happily. “I don’t think I have to explain our dynamic, right? Jungkook is already slipping into his subspace, but he might get confused with you here so I have some rules, if you don’t mind.” 

“Yeah, of course. What are they?” Seokjin then turns a bit serious, which alarms Namjoon a bit. 

“I… I’ll have to be honest and tell you that I don’t feel comfortable with someone else other than me taking Jungkook, at least, not yet. So I don't want to try that today. Jungkook and I talked about it, and we agreed that everything is allowed, but no penetration between you and Kook. Is that okay?” 

Namjoon nods firmly, “Of course that’s okay. I understand, and I’m glad that you guys are being honest. Is there anything else I should know?” Namjoon is honestly enthused that they are setting boundaries like this. He’s glad that they are being transparent now, and Namjoon sees this as a step to a positive direction in their developing relationship. 

“Although Jungkook is submissive, he doesn’t like any pain, so we are not doing anything rough. If he is getting uncomfortable, he will say his safeword immediately. Baby, tell Namjoon your safe word.” 

“Cookie,” Jungkook says automatically. 

“There, you have it. So, do you have anything that we should know too? Your preferences, limits, or…” 

“Today, I just want to make you guys feel good, so I don’t really have any boundaries, I guess. I can even just watch you two while jerking off myself and taking care of Kook afterwards.” 

Seokjin raises a brow. “You sure? How about–” 

“I’m also on good behavior today, so you don’t have to do any extra work, hyung,” Namjoon says with a wink. He sees the elder swallow, and Namjoon can’t help but feel smug. 

“Safe word? Do you have a safe word?” Seokjin asks with an unreadable face expression. But to Namjoon, it’s obvious that Seokjin is holding back. Heh. 

Namjoon forms a pout but says it anyway, “Mine is peaches, but we won’t be needing it today. I’ll be on my best behavior, and I just want to take care of you two. I-It’s our first time, so it’s better to start things slowly and carefully. O-of course if we are planning to do this again.” Namjoon wants to bury himself right now. Why is he getting so flustered and insecure suddenly? He swore to himself earlier that he is going to come in confident and ready, but now… 

Namjoon feels gentle hands tilt his chin, and he is now looking directly into Seokjin’s incredibly handsome face. Seokjin’s grip was strong, so Nmajoon couldn't escape Seojin’s soft, almost sad eyes. Before Namjoon can ask what was wrong, he hears Seokjin whisper, “Hey, of course we will do this again. Both Jungkook and I are planning on it, unless you want to stop. Okay?” 

Namjoon closes his eyes when Seokjin leans in and presses his lips to his. Just like all the other times he kissed Seokjin, Namjoon feels butterflies exploding in his stomach, something he hasn’t felt in his previous flings before. Seokjin’s kisses were both sweet and passionate– just like Seokjin’s character. Namjoon is starting to fall more and more in love with the elder’s fiery personality and the tenderness beneath that strong mask.

There is a noise of protest that broke Namjoon and Seokjin apart. The two turn their heads towards the youngest, who is almost in tears and wearing the biggest pout they have ever seen. 

Seokjin coos, releasing Namjoon’s face and gently patting the back of Jungkook’s head. He says to him, “I’m sorry bun. Let’s finally have you take care of Namjoon in our bed, hm? Would you like that, bun?” 

“Please!” Jungkook asks desperately, fidgeting from his seat. 

Namjoon laughs as Jungkook takes his hand to guide him to their bed. Namjoon didn’t have time to admire how spacious and grandiose their apartment was. Because in no time, he was laying on top of Seokjin and Jungkook’s king sized bed, caged between Jungkook’s arms. 

Namjoon had a couple of seconds to indulge the soft mattress underneath him and how smooth their sheets are, but next thing he knows is the feeling of Jungkook’s soft lips on his. If Seokjin’s kisses were a mix of fire and water, Jungkook’s kiss was the opposite of that. It’s the sweetest and also the softest thing he has ever experienced. Though he was desperate, Jungkook had his hand resting on Namjoon’s cheek so delicately. And his lips were equally gentle and soft. Namjoon could almost get lost in his tender kiss with Jungkook, but both needed to breathe. 

When they separate, Namjoon hears Jungkook whisper, “Finally.” 

Namjoon giggles, “Been waiting that long?” 

“Yes. Can I kiss you again?” 

“Come here, Kook.” 

Their lips are connected again, and their lips stay connected even as they feel a dip in the bed. Seokjin climbs up behind them, groaning softly when watching his boyfriend and Namjoon swallow down their moans from each other. 

It’s going to be a long night, Namjoon thinks internally as he opens his mouth for Jungkook. That was his last coherent thought before losing falling in trance from Jungkook’s sweet, sweet kiss. 


“Ah…” Jungkook moans, arching his back from the jab in his prostate. Seokjin was currently three fingers deep inside of Jungkook while Namjoon was teasing his nipples, kissing gently alongside of his face while pleasuring him. 

“There, there. Are you feeling good, love?” Namjoon whispers, placing another kiss on top of Jungkook’s nose. Jungkook nods furiously, squeaking another moan when Namjoon twists his buds to a different direction. 

“N-namjoon hyung…” 

“Hm? What is it?” 

Please don't leave me again. I love you, so please don’t. 

Instead, Jungkook pleads, “K-kiss me please.” 

Namjoon smiles. “Of course.” Jungkook releases a sigh of content when he feels Namjoon’s lips hovering above his own. It felt electrifying once Namjoon kissed Jungkook deeply, and Jungkook never felt this much pleasure before. 

His Jin hyung was now putting his fourth finger inside, and Namjoon hyung was relentlessly playing with his nipples and kissing him so sweetly. It’s all too much, but so, so good. 

“You ready, Kook-ah?” Seokjin’s deep voice interrupts his messy thoughts. Jungkook gathers whatever coherency he has left in him once Seokjin pulls out his fingers and Namjoon’s lips leave his own. 

Jungkook nods, “Y-yes. I’m ready.” 

Seokjin eyes Namjoon carefully. “Okay. I’m going to fuck Jungkook now. Do you still want to stay there, Joon-ah?” Namjoon takes a few seconds to think, before shaking his head and gently removing Jungkook from his lap. Jungkook holds back a whine. 

“I’ll take a step back and watch you two. Is that okay?” 

No , Jungkook wants to yell. Please stay. I want you to touch me. Or touch Jin hyung. I don't care. Just stay, please. 

“I’m okay with that if that’s what you want,” Seokjin says softly. 

Namjoon beams. “Okay then. Go on ahead. I’ll be right here, enjoying this view. I might come back and forth to kiss, but I’ll mostly stay where I am at.” 

Before Jungkook can attempt to make a noise of protest, Jungkook loses all train of thought when he feels a familiar, hard head stretching his rim. 

“Oh…” Though he has taken Seokjin’s thick, long cock so many times, he still gets dizzy from the stretch and the pleasure that comes with Seokjin entering inside of him. Usually, Jungkook watches his hyung’s face during this moment, but this time, Jungkook’s eyes gazes towards someone else. 

Jungkook stares at Namjoon across from him, and he sees Namjoon’s eyes darkening in lust, watching their joining. Normally, Jungkook would hate it if anyone is watching this very intimate moment with his boyfriend, but right now, he feels excitement seeing Namjoon’s eyes full of lust. He wants to pull a good show for Namjoon. He also wants Namjoon to join them somehow. Maybe he can take Namjoon hyung in his mouth. 

Meanwhile, Seokjin, too, experiences mixed emotions during this moment. At first, Seokjin felt a wave of possessiveness when he realized that there was someone else in this room, watching him take apart his boyfriend. But then, when he met Namjoon’s eyes, Seokjin felt something different. He felt arousal, and he was thinking of how it would feel if Namjoon was the one underneath him. 

Namjoon’s needy voice brings both Seokjin and Jungkook back to reality. 

“J-jungkook-ah? How… How does hyung’s cock feel? And how does Jungkook feel, hyung?” 

Fuck, Seokjin groans internally. Namjoon really wants to be included in this somehow. Not only that, Seokjin can see Namjoon jerking himself in the corner of his eye. He’s trying his best to control himself, but it’s getting harder and harder with Namjoon tempting him every chance he gets. 

Jungkook answers Namjoon almost immediately however. “Hyungie… It’s so good. S-so big.” 

Namjoon groans, “I-I bet. Hyung is so big, isn’t he? My jaw was so sore last time I blew him before our meeting.” 

Though Seokjin wanted to give more time for his baby to adjust, hearing Jungkook and Namjoon talk lewdly of him caused him to lose control. Seokjin growls, thrusting into Jungkook without warning. The younger gasps from this action, but a moan is followed soon after. 

“J-Joon…” He meets Namjoon’s eyes. He nods slowly, giving him permission to continue while he starts a slow, steady pace for Jungkook. 

“Isn’t that right, hyung?” Namjoon continues. Both boyfriends can hear wet noises nearby, and the two simultaneously groan from it. This isn’t anything like they felt before. 

“I… Ah… I never had anyone so big in my mouth before. Did you know, hyung? You were the biggest I’ve taken.” 

Seokjin’s head is spinning now. The tightness of Jungkook’s hole alongside Namjoon's dirty words are all too much. Seokjin absolutely loves it. 

It also seems like Jungkook loves it too, “M-more.” Jungkook begs. His pleading eyes bore right into Namjoon’s, and it was Namjoon’s turn to moan in pleasure. 

“Fuck… you two look so good right now. Jungkookie, you look so good taking in hyung’s big, fat cock.” 

“S-shit. Joon you… ” Seokjin groans, being a bit too affected by Namjoon’s words and the sight of him playing with his own dick. Seokjin doesn’t realize that he was picking up his pace, the sounds of skin slapping skin growing harsher by the second. 

“Ah… ah… ah…” Jungkook moans, growing more delirious. Seokjin’s thrusts are a lot more harsh than usual, but Jungkook is still feeling so good. He feels his hole sucking in his hyung’s cock, but even still, there is something else he wants… 

However, Namjoon beats Jungkook to it. “H-hyung,” Namjoon calls out almost in a whiny voice. Seokjin’s pace falters, and he tries to look up to Namjoon. 

“Yeah?” 

“Can I… Can I come and touch you?” 

Seokjin isn’t too sure of what Namjoon meant, but he nods dumbly, gripping onto Jungkook’s thighs and thrusting into him harshly. Jungkook cries out from the harsh thrust, but Seokjin continues his steady pace. 

Then, he feels weight shift near him. His body freezes immediately when he feels a body being pressed behind his back. 

“W-what–” 

“Is this okay? Can I touch you here?” Namjoon whispers next to his ear. Seokjin feels fingers dancing lower and lower to his back. Oh. Namjoon’s fingers are creeping towards his… 

“Yes.” 

Seokjin sighs softly when he feels Namjoon’s lips sucking onto his neck. Although he isn’t doing much to give pleasure to Jungkook right now, the younger has grown silent, most likely in a state of awe at what’s happening above him. Namjoon has one hand tweaking Seokjin’s nipples, his other carefully dipping inside Seokjin’s hole, and his lips marking on one side of Seokjin’s neck. 

Seokjin closes his eyes and releases a high-pitched moan, something both Jungkook and Namjoon haven’t heard yet. 

“Oh fuck… Joon–” 

“I got you hyung,” Namjoon whispers, licking the side of his earlobe. Namjoon now has a finger deep inside of Seokjin.  It’s been a while since Seokjin had anything inside him, so he was grateful that Namjoon was fingering him slowly and gently. 

From beneath, Jungkook watches his boyfriend being taken apart by his first love in amazement. He had never seen Seokjin hyung look so wrecked and needy– and it was such a beautiful view with Namjoon hyung sucking onto Seokjin’s neck while twiddling with one of his nipples. 

“Go on, hyungie,” Namjoon whispers, adding another finger inside Seokjin. Namjoon switches to Seokjin’s other bud to not neglect any part of his hyung. “Continue pleasuring Jungkookie. I’ll be very slow and gentle so you can concentrate too.” 

“F-fuck I can’t. Y-you’re doing s-so good,” Seokjin moans. When Namjoon begins to do scissoring motion to stretch his hyung, Seokjin can’t help but moan loudly and thrust forwardly. This also causes Jungkook to moan from the unexpected jab to his prostate, and Jungkook has finally noticed his own needs at the moment. 

“Hyungie please…” Jungkook whines. 

Seokjin tries to regain his composure and resume his slow and steady pace, thrusting back and forth gently inside Jungkook. He has no idea what has gone wrong with him– he still can’t believe that he’s being dominated by someone right now. 

He’s usually the dominant here, or at least, the giver in bed. But now, he’s having trouble delivering and being pleasured by someone else at this moment. It’s all so weird, different, yet so pleasant. Seokjin is liking more than he would have thought. 

 He can’t even recognize his squeaky moan when Namjoon inserts his third finger inside him. It definitely stings, but it feels more good than painful. Namjoon knows what he is doing, and Seokjin is just gone. He is completely wrapped around Namjoon’s skilled finger. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook moans again. Seokjin meets Jungkook’s teary eyes. “It’s so good. I feel so, so good,” Jungkook mumbles. Seokjin knows that this is a tell-tale sign that Jungkook is close. 

“Good, baby,” Seokjin says, slowing down his pace. “Good for telling hyung that you are close.” 

Namjoon's head perks up. “Jungkookie is close? Should I pick up the pace, hyung? Are you getting close?” Seokjin chokes when he feels Namjoon increasing the thrust of his fingers ever so steadily.  

“Ohh…” Seokjin moans. Namjoon smiles at his handiwork, making another marking on the side of Seokjin’s neck. He’s doing it. He’s doing what he came here to do, and that is to pleasure the two boyfriends as best as he could. 

However, there is one thing Namjoon is desperate to do, and he can’t help but feel greedy. How can he not when both Seokjin and Jungkook are becoming undone right underneath him? 

And so, Namjoon asks, “Can we finish together? C-can I… Can I go inside you hyung?” 

Any other day, Seokjin would have blatantly refused. Anyone other than Namjoon, Seokjin would have scoffed and harshly turned down their request. However, since it's Namjoon and Seokjin is beginning to love him, Seokjin can’t deny him. 

“Fuck yes. Let’s… let's finish together,” Seokjin moans, giving consent. Underneath him Jungkook squeals in delight. 

“O-okay. Are you ready, hyung?” Namjoon asks nervously, still stretching his hyung as gently as he can. 

“Yes. C-condoms should be–” 

“I got it, hyung.” Seokjin felt so empty when Namjoon’s fingers left him. Sounds of plastic crinkle go through one ear and out the other. Namjoon quickly fumbles onto the condom and pumps his cock lazily to keep it secure. He was getting nervous, and rightly so cause he is just about to fuck an almost annoyingly handsome man that happens to be one of the two men has fallen for. 

Namjoon just hopes he doesn’t come too quickly once he enters him. 

“I’m putting it in,”  Namjoon whispers. Seokjin nods almost too quickly. 

“Mm.” Wow, Namjoon thinks to himself when he slowly breaches inside Seokjin. The elder man is already sounding so wrecked, and god is he so tight. Namjoon was so sure he stretched him well… 

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Seokjin gasps, frozen in place. Namjoon immediately stops, only half way inside Seokjin. 

“Are you okay hyung? Should I…” 

“Hurry the fuck up and properly fuck me, damn it,” Seokjin growls, trying to push back into Namjoon’s cok. 

Namjoon almost snorted from Seokjin’s sudden demand. Well, if that’s what he wants. Namjoon pushes his cock all the way in, earning another high-pitched gasp from the eldest of the three. 

“Oh god…” Namjoon hears Jungkook gasp. It’s unfortunate he can’t see Jungkook’s pretty face, but Namjoon is feeling so good now. Though he did reassure the two that he is fine just watching them, actually joining in with them is a thousand times better. 

He is definitely not going to last long, but that's not what he is here for. This is not for his own pleasure (besides the reassurance that he is part of their lovemaking), but he is here to make them feel the best they ever had. And so, Namjoon rocks his hips slowly yet surely, each thrust having deadly precision. 

  As he does this, he wraps his arms around Seokjin’s torso, who was having a slight struggle fucking into Jungkook while getting fucked by Namjoon. 

Seeing his struggle, Namjoon tries to encourage his hyung, “Come on hyung, you can do it. Let’s all finish together.” 

With a cry, against both Namjoon and Jungkook’s expectations, Seokjin climaxes first. Namjoon hears a whine, and he can tell that Jungkook came just after. Namjoon thrusts once, then twice, and after one final hard push, he fills the condom inside of Seokjin. 

Seokjin mewls, his body falls forward right on top of Jungkook. Namjoon pulls out gently and gets up from the bed to grab some towels. 

“H-hyung,” Jungkook calls out. Namjoon does a quick stop and turns around. He catches Jungkook’s big, almost sad eyes and notices his hand reaching out to him. 

Namjoon smiles, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I’m just gonna grab some towels and be right back.” Namjoon dashes out the room, quickly finding the towels in the bathroom nearby. He makes it back to the bed where Seokjin and Jungkook are disconnected, both lying on their backs. 

Namjoon chuckles, feeling warmth spreading across his chest. They both look so adorable. He climbs onto the bed and gets to Jungkook first. He gently wipes the cum from his stomach (of course he takes a good look at those well defined abs) while stroking Jungkook’s face lovingly. 

“Feel good?” Jungkook’s facial expression is a little hard to read right now, but the younger gives Namjoon a small nod. Namjoon bends down to place a wet kiss on top of Jungkook’s forehead before moving onto Seokjin. 

Namjoon can’t help but smirk when observing Seokjin’s blissed face. He really did it. He dominated and took absolutely great care of Kim Seokjin. 

“You okay, hyungie? Did I make you feel good?” Namjoon asks. Seokjin looks up at Namjoon’s face, and Namjoon feels butterflies again. This look Seokjin is giving him is something completely different. It’s so soft yet incredibly intense. It’s like Seokjin is looking like an angel has appeared before him. 

Which doesn’t make sense cause Namjoon is no angel? 

“You were amazing, Joon. Let me take care of you too.” Namjoon was just about to protest, but Seokjin was already up. He takes the towel and gently cleans Namjoon’s body. While doing so, Seokjin doesn’t hesitate to pepper kisses over Namjoon’s shoulder blades, causing Namjoon to flush in embarrassment. 

“That tickles, hyung.” 

“Shh. Let me admire your wonderful body just for a minute.” As Namjoon and Seokjin bicker a bit more, they both are caught by surprise when Jungkook suddenly gets up from bed with a face full of determination. 

Without even a stutter, Jungkook demands, “I want to fuck Namjoon hyung.” This was so unexpected that neither Namjoon nor Seokjin knew how to react. Jungkook does not stop. “I didn’t get to see hyung’s face, and I want to. I want to fuck Joon hyung and take him apart.” 

To Namjoon, he was stunned and ecstatic. Jungkook wanted to fuck him? How can he not feel excited from Jungkook’s insistence in taking him apart? Heat flares in his cheeks, but Namjoon can also feel his dick reacting to Jungkook’s bold words. 

To Seokjin, he was also stunned. This was one of the first times Jungkook was being so… expressive and demanding. Not that Seokjin doesn’t like it, but he wasn’t used to it. 

However, Seokjin doesn’t think it’s a good idea. “Now? Kook-ah, we all just came, and I think Namjoon is tired right now. Aren’t you tired too? We can do it next ti–” 

Jungkook does not budge. “I-I want to do it now though. Or later today. Just… sometime today please.” Jungkook looks straight into Namjoon’s eyes. 

“Only if you want to, hyung. I won’t do anything you don’t like.” 

Namjoon wanted to laugh. Doesn’t Jungkook know how whipped he is? Just like all those years ago, Namjoon will always find himself in a position where he can’t resist Jeon Jungkook. 

Licking his lips, Namjoon smiles widely while patting his hand on the bed. “You want to fuck me, Jungkook-ah?” An eager nod. “Then come here. Let’s start round 2.” Jungkook doesn’t waste time scrambling towards the spot Namjoon was pointing at.

Seokjin glances at Namjoon with concern. “Are you sure, Joon-ah?” 

“I can also take you by mouth while Jungkook fucks me. How does that sound, hyungie?” Namjoon suggests with a sly smile. Seokjin’s eyes darken. 

And so, after a small break, the three began round two. Needless to say, Namjoon found himself in a position he didn’t initially plan to be in. Rather than being the mediator or observer, Namjoon was sandwiched between the boyfriends. One was vigorously pounding against him, showing off his impressive stamina and strength. If that wasn’t enough, Seokjin wasn’t showing any mercy when shoving his thick cock into Namjoon’s mouth while Jungkook wasn’t showing any signs of tiredness below him. 

Despite the vigor from both boyfriends, Namjoon was on cloud nine. While Jungkook was fucking almost aimlessly, he was relentless. He was also a generous partner, jerking off Namjoon’s cock here and there to give the absolute best pleasure Namjoon can have. 

On the other hand, Seokjin wasn’t afraid to be rough with Namjoon. The elder unleashed his dominance, probably spurred from Namjoon’s own dominant energy from round 1 and spouted dirty words to his ear while fucking his face. 

These two men ruined everything for him. After this, Namjoon cannot go back to finding pleasure from one man– he needs two.  But not just any two men. He wants and needs Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook– a pair of boyfriends of several years. 

Namjoon can only hope that he can wiggle himself in their years-long relationship and obtain a permanent spot to their hearts. 


8 Years ago

His name was Jeon Jungkook, and he was a freshman. Namjoon already liked him. He thought Jungkook was really cute. A bit strange, but quite adorable. 

Namjoon thought he was the world’s clumsiest teenager, but Jungkook had proved him wrong. Upon the first few weeks where they would have their daily meet up during lunchtime at an oak tree, Namjoon caught some fresh bruises painted along Jungkook’s arms. After Namjoon pointed out and asked, Jungkook would turn red and cover them immediately. 

“I fall down a lot. Especially on the stairs.” 

Namjoon gasped. “Me too! Wow, we are so unfortunately alike.” Jungkook giggled, and Namjoon joined along. However, after that day, Namjoon noticed that Jungkook would wear hoodies that covered his body head to toe. Namjoon didn’t want to judge, so he didn’t say anything. 

It felt refreshing to hang out with Jungkook during lunch breaks. Though Namjoon was a junior and Jungkook was a freshman, Namjoon found Jungkook mature and more pleasing to hang out with than his peers in class. He was afraid that he wouldn’t make any friends since he transferred so suddenly and also into a school where everyone knew each other from birth, but he was glad to meet Jungkook. 

The kid was good company, and it was easy to grow fond of him. Though their lunch break consisted of Namjoon doing most of the talking and Jungkook munching quietly on his lunch, Namjoon still enjoyed his time with Jungkook. Jungkook was a good listener, and it worked well since Namjoon was definitely a talker. 

But sometimes, Namjoon really wanted Jungkook to talk more. And that was rare for Namjoon. Namjoon had so many ideas in his head, being a book nerd since childhood. He loved talking about the things he read and things he was interested in. Since not many people were that interested in the topics he was interested in, all of his fascination and appreciation had to be bottled up, it felt relieving to let it out to someone who was more than willing to listen. And whenever Namjoon passionately went on a rant about music, history, or whatever he was reading that week, Jungkook would stare at him with wonder in his eyes. 

It was nice, but Namjoon was starting to get more curious about Jungkook himself. Namjoon tried his best to encourage Jungkook to tell Namjoon more about himself and his own interests, but the freshman only revealed so much. But Namjoon was not one to give up. He was also patient too, so he allowed Jungkook to take some time to open up. 

Soon, Namjoon learned about Jungkook’s video game hobbies, his fascination with romance stories, and his favorite foods. This helped Namjoon to treat Jungkook his favorite food at a restaurant one day after school. 

That day, Namjoon learned how emotional Jungkook was. The boy cried when Namjoon took him to a Korean barbecue place. Namjoon insisted that he wanted to treat Jungkook and thank for being his friend, and the freshman was a blubbering mess. 

Though it was a little embarrassing at first with all the people giving odd looks at the scene, Namjoon found himself being even more endeared. Jungkook was quite sensitive, much against their society’s expectations of males. Yet, Namjoon really liked that Jungkook was a sentimental person. It was refreshing, and it only made Namjoon want to spoil him more. 

Later, Jungkook gave him a gift. Namjoon opened a carefully wrapped sack, and inside was an assortment of beautifully made pastries. Namjoon was in awe. 

“Holy shit. Are you a professional baker or something?” 

With red cheeks, Jungkook shook his head. “I just practiced for a few days. I hope you like them, hyung.” Something beats inside Namjoon’s chest that day. 

Well fuck, Namjoon thought at the time. Namjoon knew what that feeling was, and the timing couldn’t be any worse. 

Namjoon had gotten the news that his father was transferring jobs. Again. Moving from city to city wasn’t new to Namjoon. But now that he befriended Jungkook and recently discovered that he may be having feelings for the younger… 

Namjoon really didn’t want to move to a different school again. But that was the norm in his life, sadly. 

And so, Namjoon decided to make his last few weeks with Jungkook as memorable as he could. He didn't’ want to leave on a sad note with Jungkook, and he wanted to make the most with his first crush in years. 

However, Namjoon found himself in another situation of terrible timing. He was scheduled to leave in a week, and he was planning to break the news to Jungkook soon, but Jungkook beat him to it. 

Jungkook suddenly confessed. He, too, liked Namjoon. 

And Namjoon experienced his first heartbreak that fateful day. 


Namjoon wakes up. It is pitch black, and the ceiling is definitely not his rusty old ceiling. The huge chandelier hanging above him is a dead give away that he is not in his room. Another giveaway is the feeling of two pairs of limbs wrapped around his arm and waist. 

Namjoon turns to one side, and he sees Seokjin’s handsome face, eyes closed and snoozing away. Namjoon softly smiles. As delicately as he could, he brushes Seokjin’s raven hair to the side of his face. Seokjin mumbles, and tightens his grip around Namjoon’s waist.  

Smiling widely again, Namjoon then turns to his other side. Snoring softly to his left is Jungkook, whose face was a lot closer than Namjoon expected. Namjoon was tempted to place a quick kiss on top of Jungkook’s cute nose, but resisted in favor of letting Jungkook sleep peacefully. He knows that once he kisses Jungkook, it will be hard to stop after one kiss. 

Namjoon continues to stare at Jungkook’s face. His heart beats faster and faster, recalling all the memories they shared during high school. Would things be a little different if Namjoon didn’t have to move that year? What would have happened if… 

Whatever. Namjoon likes it this way. If things were different, then Jungkook wouldn’t have met Seokjin. That would mean Namjoon wouldn’t have met Seokjin either or reuniting with Jungkook again. 

This is good. This is even better. 

“I’m glad I found you again, my first love,” Namjoon whispers. “And thank you for leading me to my other love, Jungkook-ah.” 





Sadly, in a distant future, Namjoon will soon realize that he is only creating a bigger hole for soul-crushing heartbreak. As the saying goes… 

“Where there is love, there is pain.” 


“Wow, you’ve been booked,” Jimin comments after listening to his old roommate’s life story after college. Taehyung nods eagerly. 

“Yep, but I'm very much enjoying my busy life. You must be booked too! You’re having shows across the nation! And I’m still so excited to be your fashion designer this time around!” 

Jimin chuckles, “Well this place is the heart of South Korea. And believe it or not, most of my closest friends and family reside here.” 

“Oh yeah! Didn’t you say that your best friend besides me also lives here?” 

“Yep. You guys should meet before our show. Are you free this weekend?” 

Taehyung hums. “I can definitely clear my schedule for this Saturday lunchtime. Hey, maybe I should also bring my close friends along too. It will be fun!” 

“Oh the ones you mentioned earlier? The ones who play some kind of heartbreaking game?” Jimin asks.

“Yep! They have a lot of funny and crazy stories! It will be a fun time, so let’s definitely all meet up this weekend.” 






The dominos continue to topple one after the other. The finale is near. 




Chapter Text

If only Jungkook had said those three words that morning. If Jungkook didn’t have hesitated, if Jungkook wasn’t a coward, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. 

Maybe it could have  been better. 

Maybe they could have even solved this. 

Instead, he stands before a man who he had wronged more than words can describe. Not only that, this man is his first love and someone who recently had fallen over again. Yet, he has shattered this man’s heart into itty bitty pieces. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

If only Jungkook had more courage that day. If only Jungkook revealed the whole truth before everything crashed down. 

If only Jungkook had been more honest, then he wouldn't have had to face something as heartbreaking as this– Namjoon, one of the two people that holds his entire heart, and his tear-stained face. 

And it is he who brought all those tears. 


A Few Days Ago…

“You said what?!” Nayeon screeches dramatically. The confession her Namjoon oppa just admitted causes her to drop her comb. With only one of her pigtails done, Nayeon whirls around to face the sheepish looking music intern. 

Namjoon looks down a bit bashfully and nods again.  “Yeah. I told them I love them that day.” 

Nayeon shakes her head furiously, “I’m sorry oppa, but did you say the L word because their dick game was that good or–” 

“N-no! Of course not, Nayeon-ah,” Namjoon argues. Namjoon sighs and looks down on his hands again. He knew Nayeon would freak out like this. And she should rightly so cause Namjoon knows how illogical he is right now. Already telling two people he loves them only after a few months? Not only that, he and these boyfriends aren’t even in a committed relationship. It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense at all. 

But that’s what love is to Namjoon. To him, love isn’t logical. He falls without reasoning. He just loves, and Namjoon decided to tell the people he loves that he loves them. 

He already knew beforehand that he loves Jungkook. Jungkook was someone who he wanted to look after, to protect, and to spend more time with back in high school. Jungkook was someone he wanted to hold, and someone he never regret befriending. And now that he had reunited with him again, those feelings naturally returned. If this was any other romance story, Namjoon would have been a heartbroken fool since he and Jungkook reunited when Jungkook was already in a committed relationship. 

However, since this wasn't any normal fling, Namjoon grew to also love Jungkook’s boyfriend, Kim Seokjin. It was so easy despite Seokjin’s rough edges. Beneath his mask was someone compassionate. Despite their basic principles clashing like water and oil, he and Seokjin are actually two peas in a pod. They are both ambitious, stubborn, charismatic, and fiercely loving. Namjoon never met someone who matched his wavelengths as well as Seokjin did even though they only knew each other for a short amount of time. It was like they were soulmates. It shouldn't’ be a surprise that Namjoon eventually fell deeper and deeper for Seokjin’s charms. 

And the day he went over to their place, realization dawned on Namjoon. He didn't feel like an outsider intruding on Seokjin and Jungkook’s relationship. During their sexy times, the after care, the night they slept soundly together, and the morning after, Namjoon finally felt like he belonged. That he perfectly fits between Seokjin and Jungkook. 

That he can’t just love Jungkook solely or Seokjin alone. He loved them both, not just one without the other. Because Namjoon never was not the one to take things granted, he had to tell his discovery right away. 

If there are people he loves, he tells them. And so, he drops the L word on the morning after their wild night full of intimacy and cuddling. 

“What did they say afterwards?” Nayeon asks softly. Namjoon’s heart clenches. 

Letting out another deep sigh, Namjoon whispers, “Nothing. But it’s okay. I didn’t expect an ‘I love you back’. It’s too early, I admit and acknowledge that. We still haven’t talked about how we want our relationship to be, but I just had to tell them.” 

“Oppa…” 

“Really, it’s fine. I think we will be okay.” 

Nayeon looks at Namjoon weirdly. “How do you know?” 

Namjoon smiles, and a blush creeps to his face. “Because… Seokjin hyung sent me this yesterday.” Namjoon takes something out from his pocket and shows the item to Nayeon. Nayeon screams this time. 

“IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?” 

Namjoon giggles. “Yep.” Namjoon opens up the velvet box. “Isn’t it pretty?” Sitting at the center of the opened box is a gold banded ring. The rose quartz gemstone gleams brightly, illuminating a laminated note behind it. 

The note reads, “ One day, when I am ready and finish up some businesses, I will put this on you and say those words back to you. Please wait for me. – KSJ” 

“There was also a pretty peony attached to this box. I never knew Seokjin hyung could be this romantic,” Namjoon giggles. 

Nayeon’s eyes were about to pop out from shock. She stares at the ring harshly, then back at the note, and then back to her oppa’s happy smile. She huffs and gives up. 

Her oppa is very happy. As long as he is happy, and stays happy, Nayeon won’t complain. 

“Rich people. Getting fancy ass rings just to promise to say ‘I love you’ back. Wish I could relate,” Nayeon mutters, resuming back to her hair combing. 

Namjoon chuckles, “It’s never a bad thing to have a wealthy CEO as your boyfriend.” Not wanting to be an asshole, Nayeon refrains from reminding Namjoon that he and that businessman aren’t technically boyfriends. 

Suddenly, Namjoon’s phone rings. Namjoon glances at the caller ID. He quickly picks up the phone on the third ring, “Yeah Jimin-ah?” After a minute, Namjoon checks the time on his watch. 

“Yeah, I have some today. Oh Nayeonie is here with me, can she come along too?” 

“Of course! See you at noon!” 

“See you!” 

Nayeon glances at Namjoon with a questioning look. “What are we doing today?” 

“Jimin is inviting us to lunch with his old roommate. Jimin’s friend is a fashion designer I think, and so they are inviting us somewhere really nice.” 

“Oooh great, I’m in.” 

And the day the last domino finally falls over begins. 


8 Years ago 

“I love you, hyung.” Those four words echoed continuously through Jungkook’s ears right after they slipped from his mouth. His heart was beating against his chest, and blood rushed up to his ears. 

He said it. He told Namjoon hyung, the first love he ever had, his feelings. Namjoon hyung is just like the princes in fairy tales he had read and loved. He was just like his version of Prince Charming. Jungkook knew that he was lame, uncool, and ugly, but he just wanted to tell Namjoon his feelings. 

Someone as cool, smart, and dazzling like Namjoon hyung deserved to know that someone loves everything about him. And if Jungkook could, he would follow Namjoon hyung everywhere. 

Jungkook peeked through his fingers that were covering his shameful face. He noticed how red Namjoon’s ears were.  His gorgeous hyung was looking at him in awe, but then, his face suddenly turned glum. 

Two words completely shattered all of Jungkook’s hopes and dreams. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Jungkook was such a loser that tears were already pouring out of his eyes. 

“Jungkook-ah, please don’t cry…” 

“I’m sorry, I will stop crying. I knew you wouldn’t return my feelings just… I’m so sorry. I’ll get you over, I promise. I…” Jungkook began to hiccup, unable to properly spew his sincere apologies. 

He also began to hate himself even more now. How dare he even have an ounce of hope that someone like Namjoon would return his feelings? After all, he was just a loser who gets bullied every other day by his classmates. No one liked him. No one wanted to be friends. They were all disgusted by him. 

Namjoon probably only felt bad for him this entire time. 

That brought Jungkook into even a bigger hysteria. The only thing he could do was to run away. Despite Namjoon’s desperate calls, Jungkook ignored every last one of them and fled. His heart was bleeding, and this was the biggest he had felt yet. It was much more painful than being kicked relentlessly. It was more painful than being called awful names by every freshman in the school. It was more painful than his teachers calling him disgusting and his classmates laughing along. 

Namjoon’s rejection hurts the most.  He couldn’t face him anytime soon. So, he stayed home for a couple of days. Too ashamed and hurt, Jungkook stayed beneath his covers and tried to erase every memory he had of Namjoon hyung. Even though most of them were all precious memories. 

Jungkook cried every night, dark, insensible thoughts consuming his mind. 

You can never find someone who will love someone as lame as you. 

Namjoon hyung only took pity on you. 

He probably is snickering with everyone at school right now. 

Jungkook angrily slapped himself for the last thought. Jungkook could guess all he wants as to why he wasn’t good enough for Namjoon hyung, but he will not question Namjoon’s kind heart. There was no way Namjoon was like any of those mean bullies. There was no way… 

But, when Jungkook finally returned back to school days later, the bullies were waiting for him. And they knew about his confession towards Namjoon. 

“Hahaha! You actually had a crush on Kim Namjoon? Loser!” Taewon cackled, kicking Jungkook, who was already knocked over on his knees. 

Something got caught on his throat. How… how did they know? 

“W-who told you?” Jungkook whispered. 

“Hm? I can’t hear you loser,” one of Taewon’s goons snickered. 

For the first time, Jungkook angrily looked up at his bullies and yelled at the top of his lungs. “WHO TOLD YOU?! HOW DO YOU KNOW?!” 

The bullies were shocked at first, but then got angry. They kicked some more while angrily grumbling, “You dare talk back to us, pipsqueak?” 

Jungkook withstood their blows, only angrily glaring back at Taewon. And so, Taewon glared back with a smirk. 

“You really wanna know? Okay, I’ll tell you. Kim Namjoon told us of course.” Jungkook’s heart stopped beating. What? Namjoon told them? 

“I don’t believe you,” Jungkook spat. 

Taewon snorted, “Fine, don’t. But just so you know, that giant was so disgusted that you confessed to him that he ran away! Ahahaha, isn’t that funny? He suddenly transferred schools after you confessed to him!” 

That couldn’t be true. There was no way Namjoon hyung would do that. Jungkook balled his fists. 

“LIAR. HE WOULDN’T DO THAT!” Jungkook screamed with tears rolling down his eyes. The bullies only laughed at him. 

“I’m actually starting to feel bad for this loser,” one of the bullies snickered. 

“But who wouldn’t run away after being confessed by someone ugly like him? I would have done the same thing as Kim Namjoon.”

Jungkook got up to his feet despite the wounds he earned from their kicks. With all his might, he pushed through the circle of bullies and dashed inside the school. He had to find Namjoon. He had to find him and prove to his bullies that they are nothing but a bunch of liars. His Namjoon hyung wouldn’t ever do that. He may not have returned feelings for him, but he would never run away because of Jungkook… 

Jungkook ignored all the curious looks by upperclassmen when he entered the junior hallway. He knew that Namjoon should be in his physics class right now. And so, without hesitation, Jungkook barged inside the classroom. Collective gasps among the students erupted, but Jungkook paid no mind and scanned the classroom. His heart sank deeper and deeper when he couldn’t find a certain bespectacled student. 

The teacher cleared his throat and asked, “May I help you, young lad?” 

“I-is Kim Namjoon here?” Hushed giggles spurred after Jungkook asked his question. This only caused a bigger knot in Jungkook’s stomach. 

The teacher coughed, “Kim Namjoon had moved out from this school since yesterday. It’s a pity since he was a bright student.” 

What. Namjoon hyung really left? The room began to spin, and a fog-like color began to cloud his vision. This couldn’t be. Why would.. Why would Namjoon suddenly move out? 

Did Namjoon really… Did he really run away from Jungkook… ?

Jungkook blacked out on the spot. He woke up being surrounded by his closest friends, Sana and Momo. 

“Jungkookie, are you okay?!” Sana cried, holding onto Jungkook’s arm. 

“Who are those fuckers? Who hurt you this badly?” Momo asked angrily, rolling up her sleeves. 

`Jungkook only stared at the ceiling blankly. Tears formed in his eyes again when recalling his day. The pain on his physical body was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling in his heart. 

“Noonas…” Both female students rushed to their precious freshman’s side. 

“We’re here, Jungkook-ah. What happened? What do you need?” 

“He really left. He really left me. Am I… Am I really that lame?” The two protested, and they stayed with him in the nurse’s office the entire day. 

Jihyo finally came by after school with a surprised look on her face. 

“Jungkook-ah? What happened? Are you okay?” Jungkook only nodded. Jihyo looked at him carefully for a long time while walking him back home. Then, as if finally making up her mind, Jihyo whispered half an hour later, “Hey Jungkook-ah… I have something for you. I think you should read it.” 

Jungkook sniffled. “What is it?” 

“A letter from Kim Namjoon. He gave it to me two days ago and told me to give it to you.” Anger, betrayal, and pain swirled inside Jungkook’s broken heart after hearing the name ‘Kim Namjoon’. 

“Here… huh? Wait!” Jungkook ripped the letter the second Jihyo handed it to him. 

With eyes cold as stone, Jungkook muttered, “Don’t need to read it. I’m gonna go home now.” 

From that day, Jungkook marked this day as the start of the series of misfortunes regarding his love life. Kim Namjoon was the one who started it all, and despite being the one who occupied his heart for a long time, his rejection was the most painful. 

Namjoon may have been the first to reach out his hand to him, may have been the first to treat him with such kindness, and the first one to move Jungkook’s fragile heart. But, in the end, Namjoon was the biggest scar Jungkook had received. 

It took a very long time for Jungkook to move on from Namjoon. It took even longer to remember Namjoon as his first love who reached out his hand rather than his first love who trampled his confession like a bug. 





…..

Did he really though? 


“You know the feeling where you have this weird knot in your gut when you think something bad is going to happen? I’m having that right now, oppa.” Nayeon mutters. Namjoon rolls his eyes. 

“Nayeon-ah, are you sure you just don’t have a stomach bug or something. What could possibly happen?” Namjoon snorts. 

Nayeon shrugs, smoothing out her plaid skirt as they walk past a glass pane.“ I don’t really know, but my stomach is feeling queasy. And no, it’s not that kind of tummy pain. I just feel unsettled about this lunch date for some reason” 

Namjoon pats his female friend on the shoulder reassuringly, “It will be alright, Nayeon. If you get really nervous, then just stick by my side. Or if you really don’t feel well, I can take you home.” 

“But you don’t drive–” 

“Shush, I’ll walk you home. For now, you can hold onto my arm and once you feel better, eat to your heart’s content.” Nayeon releases a sigh of defeat, but the girl can’t help but smile. Although she tried to insinuate that she was worried about Namjoon rather than herself, Namjoon still tried to comfort her. He really can be a dork, but he’s her lovable, dorky friend. 

Nayeon just prays that nothing bad will happen to her precious friend. Nayeon is normally proud of her perceptiveness and odd intuition, but she hates that her 6th sense is kicking in right now. Why is she having this sense of dread? More specifically, why is she feeling like something awful might happen to Namjoon? 

Her dread increases tenfold when she and Namjoon spots a certain pink-haired, mutual friend talking with a familiar looking duo. 

Why are they here? 

Namjoon waves his arms wildly and walks faster to Jimin, Hoseok, and two gorgeous ladies. “Jimin-ah! Hoseok-ah! We are here!” The dancers turn around fast, and big smiles form in both of their faces upon seeing their tall friend. 

“Joonie hyung! You've arrived!” JImin exclaims excitedly. He then waves to Nayeon, “Oh, Nayeon-ah! Good to see you again! How have you been— what’s wrong?” 

Nayeon stares straight at the perplexed looking girls who were only a few meters away. The female duo stares back, but then, causing Nayeon’s feelings to sink even further, they carefully eye at Namjoon. 

Hoseok steps in and chirps, “Ah yeah, these beautiful ladies are Taehyungie’s mutual friends, Sana and Momo. We were just talking to them earlier. Sana and Momo, these are Nayeon and Namjoon.” 

“We know,” the blonde beauty says automatically. Sana continues to stare at Namjoon, her gaze nearly burning holes through his face.

Namjoon notices the stares and blushes, bashfully peering down to the ground. Why are they staring at him? Does he look funny? 

Meanwhile, Nayeon crosses her arms. “Hey Sana. Hi Momo. It’s a surprise seeing you here.” All the men turn to their female friend in surprise. 

“Oh you know them? That’s great!” Namjoon states, still a bit flustered from the harsh stares he’s been receiving nonstop from the pretty ladies. Suddenly, Namjoon puts two and two together and realizes that these two ladies must be the girls Nayeon had been seeing. Before Namjoon blurts his discovery, Nayeon covers his mouth with her pale hand. She must have known that Namjoon was going to say something out loud without thinking. 

“Haha, yeah. We do know each other more or less. So where are the rest?” Nayeon asks while Namjoon tries to escape from Nayeon’s hold. 

Jimin looks back and forth between the two ladies he had just met and Nayeon. For some reason, he was getting a bad feeling judging the way they are being apprehensive towards each other. 

Instead of answering, Sana harshly whispers to her girlfriend, “Shit, isn’t Kookie coming today? They should be done with this one by now, right?” 

“I’m not sure. He didn’t tell me much about this target.” Nayeon’s stomach churns, picking up some of their conversation. What if… 

The tension dissipates temporarily when an extraordinarily handsome man and a quite pretty looking man next to him arrive at the scene. The curly haired main grins, unaware of all the intensity in the atmosphere. 

“Oh hey guys! Sorry I’m a bit late! Now we are just waiting for my other two friends. They should be coming here shortly though!” 

Hoseok teases, “Of course you would arrive late at the party, Taehyung-ah.” 

Taehyung laughs, “No way. I'm the heart of any party. Anyways!” 

As much as the majority of the crew wanted to butt in and get to the chase, Taehyung’s charisma overpowered them all. “Oooh, hello Jimin’s friends! My name is Taehyung, and this is my boyfriend Yoongi. What are your names?” 

Namjoon frees himself from Nayeon’s hand and holds out his hand, “Hello Taehyung-ssi, my name is Kim Namjoon. Nayeon-ah, introduce yourself.” 

“Im Nayeon.” 

Taehyung nods with satisfaction. “Nice to meet you Nayeon-ssi and Namjoon-ssi– woah wait, your name is Namjoon?” 

Namjoon tilts his head slightly at the question. “Yes? I’m Jimin’s best friend, and you should be his old college roommate, right?” 

“Sadly,” Jimin whispers. 

Taehyung crosses his arms with a pout. “Hey! I’m sure I made your college life a thousand times better than with you being alone. Anyway, it’s so great to meet you, er, Namjoon-ssi. Quick question, is Namjoon a common name?” 

Everything afterwards occurred so fast. First, Yoongi’s eyes widened as if he had a sudden, giant realization. Just as he pieces things together, Sana and Momo step forward towards where Taehyung and Namjoon were, eyes looking almost deadly and murderous. Nayeon caught this, and she too marched forward. Jimin kept watch of Yoongi’s reaction and then noticed the girls’ movements. Meanwhile, Hoseok had the slowest reaction. He continued to be in his relaxed position, arms behind his head and watching the entire scene with curiosity. 

Finally, something catches Namjoon’s attention, preventing him from taking notice of all the action happening before him. But because of his keen eyes, he potentially delayed a big fight that was about to happen just now. (Of course, this big, inevitable chaos is bound to happen sooner or later.) 

“Seokjin hyung? Jungkook-ah? What are you guys doing here?” It was then when Namjoon uttered these very words that everyone, excluding Namjoon sadly, were on the same page. Everyone froze, including the two newly arrived men, who were stunned to see Namjoon in the middle of their circle of friends and strangers. 

There was complete silence for a couple of seconds when everyone glanced at each other, some processing the situation faster, while others were still assessing their surroundings. 

But poor Namjoon, who had no hints or clues prior unlike some of his friends, was the only one left in the dark. And so, when the first punch came sailing, Namjoon’s heart stopped in complete shock. 

To everyone’s complete surprise, it was Hoseok who first took action. Like a bullet train, the dancer whizzed past his boyfriend, Namjoon, Taehyung, Yoongi, and the girls. Then, he strikes a nasty punch to none other than Kim Seokjin. 

With cold eyes so uncharactersitic of his cheerful personality, Hoseok spat, “How fucking dare you. How dare you play with my friend’s heart. I’m going to fuck you up you piece of shit.” 

 

 

Thus, the chaos begins.



Chapter Text

“What the fuck Hoseok?!” Namjoon screams. He attempts to rush to Seokjin’s side only to be stopped by Jimin’s tight grip on his wrist. 

A deep, low rumble erupts from Jimin. Namjoon has never heard Jimin sound so menacing and furious. Without looking directly at Namjoon, Jimin growls, “We are fucking done here. But before that.” Jimin glares straight at the speechless Taehyung, who is at loss at what to do. “I gotta join my boyfriend here and beat some asses up. Nayeon-ah, take hyung to our car. It should be by the corner from this street.” 

Namjoon gasps, “Jimin, please..!” 

“Hyung, you don’t understand. Those two are–”

“Don’t say it!” Seokjin suddenly yells while holding his bruised cheek. As if suddenly awakened from Seokjin’s voice, Jungkook makes his move. He breaks into a sprint— right towards Namjoon. 

“Hyung please, we can explain–” Hoseok is a lot more agile than everyone had anticipated. With no sign of hesitation, Hoseok tackles over Jungkook despite the younger having a bigger frame than Hoseok. Jungkook gasps and loses his footing, causing him to fall backward on his bottom. 

Hoseok glares at the stunned Jungkook. “Think again before coming anywhere near Namjoon, bastard.” 

Hoseok’s attack causes a chain reaction, starting with Sana and Momo’s screams. 

“Leave him alone!” Sana shrieks, her motherly instincts towards Jungkook kicking in. She may be a thin and delicate woman, but that will not stop her from slapping that man who just hurt her precious dongsaeng. 

Then, Nayeon takes action and blocks Sana’s slap. With angry tears streaming down her face, Nayeon yells, “You assholes! How could you do this to Namjoon?” She then points an accusing finger at the fallen Jungkook. “It’s all his fault, isn’t it?” 

At the same time, Yoongi was silently helping Seokjin up to his feet while Jimin was glaring at Taehyung, threatening his old roommate with his eyes. 

Just from Jimin’s eyes, one can clearly understand his message. “ Come any closer, and I won't show any mercy.” 

But Namjoon has had enough. Breaking free from Jimin’s grasp, Namjoon raises his voice angrily, “Stop this! What the hell is going on? We are causing a scene here, so let’s just settle this peacefully and–” 

Before Yoongi could stop his boyfriend after getting an idea that something is wrong here, Taehyung laughs darkly, “Settle this peacefully? Fuck you, I will take on Jimin any day if it means I can at least give you one good slap for hurting Jungkook.” 

“Taehyung, wait!” Yoongi yells, but it is too late. 

“Even if Seokjin hyung and Jungkook took revenge by playing with your feelings, pretending to love you, and threw you away like trash like you are, people like you deserve way worse.” 

It’s as if time stopped once the “truth” spilled from Taehyung’s glossy lips. Everyone froze in place, even the bystanders who were nervously watching the entire scuffle silently. Seokjin was paralyzed from fear, guilt, and despair. He didn’t want Namjoon to find out this way. No, Seokjin didn’t want Namjoon to EVER find out. Seokjin has fallen so deep that even he tricked himself that what he, Jungkook, and Namjoon shared together was real. Even if how they started wasn’t genuine, Seokjin wanted to make it real because in the end, his feelings for Namjoon became real. Unfortunately. 

Jungkook already had tears forming in his eyes once Taehyung let out the truth that he and his boyfriend had been trying to keep for a long time. He has to stop pretending now. 

But, out of everyone, it is certainly Namjoon who was utterly horrified. Once the words Taehyung had been processed in Namjoon’s brain, his first reaction was to chuckle awkwardly in denial. “W-what are you talking about? Revenge? Playing with my feelings? Haha, t-that’s funny. He’s joking, right?” Namjoon makes a mistake to turn to Jungkook for confirmation. Namjoon’s heart stops at the sight of a tearful looking Jungkook, who suddenly avoids his eyes as if he was guilty of something. 

“Why are you crying? Jungkook-ah, come on. That can’t be true. Why is everyone so quiet? Seokjin hyung…?” A lump forms in Namjoon’s throat when he catches Seokjin’s guilt-ridden eyes and trembling lips. No… It can’t be… 

Everything was a lie? 

Namjoon’s knees tremble, but Jimin’s strong arms prevent him from completely falling forward. He hears Jimin hiss, “Oh you two are fucking dead. I swear, I will make sure you won’t leave here without having your pretty faces ruined.” 

Namjoon ignores this for now, and the lump inside his throat triples in size. The pain in his chest also becomes insufferable, and his vision is beginning to blur. However, Namjoon manages to mutter, “So, everything was a lie? You two really… you two really played with me? It was all a game?” 

Seokjin suddenly shouts, “No! Namjoon-ah please, I swear, not everything was a lie. Please let us explain—” 

“Oh fuck off,” Hoseok interrupts. He turns to Namjoon and quickly explains, “Namjoon-ah. Taehyung told us the other day that he had two close friends who had a habit of playing heartbreaker. They would pretend to fall in love with them, date them for a while, and then dump them for the thrill. They were just playing with you, I’m so sorry, Joon-ah.” 

“Hold the fuck up. There’s a good reason they do that, asshole. Don’t leave out important details,” Momo snarls. 

Nayeon glares angrily at the woman who she once fancied, “Shut up. There is never a good reason to play with someone's feelings, especially someone as kind-hearted as Namjoon oppa!” 

While the ladies bicker, all noise drowns out from Namjoon’s ears. All he could do was stare hopelessly at Seokjin. 

“All those words… all those dates…. All the time we spent together…” Namjoon starts and the first tears spill from his eyes. He feels Jimin embrace tighten, and Namjoon couldn’t stop his ramble. “All the hugs, all those kisses… they were fake? You did all that to deceive me?” 

“Joon, please…” 

Namjoon then chokes. “W-what about that ring you gave me? W-what was that? Were those all part of your sick game? Tell me! Hyung I–” 

Seokjin’s heart snaps in two when Namjoon finally breaks down. And then, to Seokjin’s close friends, the impossible happens when Namjoon begins to ramble more. 

Seokjin cries along. His sobs grow harsher at each word Namjoon shouted.

“I… I really loved you. I meant every word that day…  I treasured every moment with you guys, and I was so happy! You could have just rejected me and I would have been fine just being your friend… why did you have to lead me on? Why did you have to torment my feelings like this? W-why…? What did I do?” 

“That’s fucking it. Hoseok, hold him for me.” As Namjoon sobs into his hands, he feels Hoseok’s warmth wrapping around his cold body. Namjoon knew it. Namjoon just knew that everything right now was too good to be true. 

He never had a chance with the handsome, diligent, and proud Seokjin who Namjoon admired and was so compatible with. He could never get back with the gorgeous, sentimental, and enigmatic Jungkook who Namjoon once fell in love with. Namjoon grew to love them day by day only to pour out his heart and soul to a jar with a hole at the bottom. 

Feelings of hurt, betrayal, and anger boil inside him, yet he flinches when he hears the sounds of shouts and bones cracking. He looks up to see Jimin delivering a clean cut to Seokjin’s jaw. 

What confuses and breaks Namjoon’s heart even more was how unresistant Seokjin looked while his friend next to him was trying to calm down the enraged Jimin. 

While Yoongi was trying to pry Jimin’s hands off of Soekjin’s collar, Seokjin only sputters, “G-go ahead. I deserve it. B-but afterwards, I beg of you, let me explain it to him… he has some things wrong, please… I do lo–” 

“No, it’s true.” Every head and pair of eyes turn towards the male college student, who just got up on his feet. Something in his facial expression changed. It was like he was carrying out a final mission, or perhaps, more like a suicide mission. 

Eyes teary and looking absolutely empty, Jungkook stares straight ahead into Namjoon’s own teary eyes. In a low yet clear voice, Jungkook repeats himself, “It’s true. This was all a lie. We only approached you just to break your heart like this.” Namjoon cries again causing Jungkook’s heart to wrench. 

However, against his expectations, Seokjin is the first to react, even faster than Jimin who was looking like he was about to explode. Seokjin yells, “Jungkook?! What the fuck? I thought we agreed to ditch the game and really have Namjoon part of our relationship! I-I thought you said he didn’t hurt you like the others did, I thought–” 

“I lied hyung. Out of everyone, Namjoon hyung’s rejection hurt me the most.” 

Namjoon holds onto Hoseok as he hears Jungkook’s sudden confession. “W-what are you talking about? What are you saying?” Then, Namjoon’s brain starts to connect all the context clues together. He remembers one of them saying something about revenge, something about hurting Jungkook, and now something about rejection… 

“You did all this because you thought I rejected you all those years ago??” Namjoon cries angrily, almost forward if it wasn’t for Hoseok holding him securely. 

You thought I rejected you. Jungkook catches the wording that Namjoon used, and he is now almost 99% sure that he is in the wrong… that he most certainly interpreted the situation all those years ago inaccurately. He just knows that Namjoon wouldn’t have done what he had initially thought when he first found out. Yet… 

Jungkook doesn’t stop. The demon Jungkook has become may have manifested from all the dark feelings he had been confining for years, or it could be all the self-hatred inside his heart being released to bring him down to further demise. As much as Jungkook wants to stop, he can’t now. 

“Where were you when I needed you? Why did you suddenly leave me, especially after I confessed to you? Did you have any clue how much I was suffering before and after you left?!” “ Stop,” his inner voice pleads. This isn’t you. You already know the answer…

Namjoon immediately screams back, “What are you talking about? You were the one who didn’t want to see me! And I had to move to a different city! I already told you that in my letter!” Namjoon takes a deep breath before continuing, “I didn’t even reject you, Jungkook-ah. I liked you too! I never said I didn’t like you, I only said ‘sorry’! You… you were my first love. And yet…”  Namjoon’s stops struggling against Hoseok and slumps his back against his friend. More tears stream down from Namjoon’s eyes. 

Eyes locked into the stunned Jungkook, Namjoon mutters, “And yet you took revenge on me for thinking that I rejected you all those years ago. You played with my heart when all I did was try my hardest to be the best for you and your current boyfriend and take as much you two were willing to give me. I never knew you could be this cruel.” 

Jungkook is sure that he will never forget those words Namjoon had just uttered. At this point, Jungkook was on his knees from absolute horror and despair.

Oh my god. Namjoon liked him back then. He was Namjoon’s first love. 

Jungkook never fucked up like this before. But it is way too late to try to repair any of this now. It is years too late. 

He can’t look at Seokjin’s wide, shocked eyes right now. He can’t even face his friends who were equally perplexed. He also avoids the look of contempt from Namjoon’s friends. But because Jungkook hates himself the most at the moment, he continues to stare blankly at Namjoon’s betrayed looking eyes. 

Those eyes are so familiar to Jungkook. It’s the same eyes he had seen in the mirror after being betrayed by his “friends” at high school, his crushes who mocked him publicly at school, and his exes who cheated on him without remorse. He knows that feeling very well. Yet, he did the same things all of his perpetrators did to someone he loved and someone so kind like Kim Namjoon. 

Jungkook is no better than his own perpetrators. 

And so, Jungkook doesn’t even make a sound when he feels a blow right to the nose. His nose starts to bleed right away, and his shirt collar gets tugged violently. He is now looking eye to eye to one of Namjoon’s friends– the shorter one. 

“You fucker,” Jimin hisses, swinging another punch to the jaw. Jungkook lets himself get slugged, and his entire body flies to the ground. However, his body gets picked by his shirt collar, forcing him to lock eyes with this Jimin guy again. Before Jimin can carry out his final blow, Namjoon stops him. 

“Jimin, stop. Please. I need you right now. I want to get out of here.” Oh. 

Again, Namjoon’s voice hurts more than the blows he got on his face. Namjoon’s voice sounded so broken. He’s also crying again. 

And there is nothing Jungkook can do to undo his mistakes and undo Namjoon’s pain. That hurts beyond the physical he’s feeling right now. 

His body falls flat to the ground once Jimin releases him hastily. But he doesn’t miss Jimin’s final words. 

“If I ever see you anywhere near Namjoon hyung, I will not hesitate to knock you down again. Got it? You fucking bastard.”  No one does anything when Jimin, Hoseok, Nayeon, and the broken Namjoon leave the scene in a hurry. Actually, none of Jungkook’s crew said anything until they made sure the other group was nowhere to be seen. 

Jungkook remains silent even when Sana and Momo rush to his side with tears in their eyes. 

“Are you alright, Jungkookie?” Sana asks, wiping the blood off his nose with her handkerchief. 

“Don’t worry, noonas will help you. We will always be here,” Momo reassures him. Taehyung also joins beside the girls, but he was more silent than the rest of them. There is guilt in his eyes, and Jungkook wants to tell his friend that none of this was any of his fault. It was bound to happen sooner or later. 

Even when Seokjin hyung decided a week ago to come clean to their friends and even to Namjoon one day. Though he and Jungkook knew that risked them potentially losing Namjoon, Seokjin told Jungkook that it was better to tell the truth, at least one day. But Jungkook ruined it. Of course. 

Speaking of Seokjin… 

“Hyung–” Yoongi calls out in worry. 

Jungkook cranes his neck to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend. In the corner of his eye, he sees Seokjin dusting some pebbles off from his fine suit and wiping the blood from his lips. Seokjin doesn’t even spare Jungkook a glance. 

Turning his back around, Seokjin only says to the group, “I’ll be going ahead. Don’t follow or look for me.” And he walks away just like that. 

Sana squawks, “H-hey! What about Jungkook?” 

“What the fuck? How can he just leave like that?” Momo grumbles angrily. 

Jungkook sighs internally. Seokjin is mad. For the first time in his 2 year relationship with Seokjin, Seokjin is really angry at him. And all of those two years, Jungkook made sure that he would never make Seokjin mad so that he would never lose his favor or risk a possible break up. 

But now, Jungkook accepts it as it is. With what he did to Namjoon, and with what he did to Seokjin, he will accept his fate. 

He already lost Namjoon from the beginning. And now he will lose Seokjin because of his cowardice and selfishness (yet again). He will lose everything now. 

Finally, Jungkook breaks down. 

“I’m so sorry.”


Namjoon laughs through his tears when he faces Nayeon who was sitting next to him. He turns to his side and brushes the fat tears rolling down on the girl’s face with thumbs. 

“Nayeon-ah, why are you crying so hard? You’re ruining your pretty make-up.” Nayeon glares at her friend, but more tears got caught onto her long eyelashes. 

“S-stop acting so strong, oppa. I’m so hurt, devastated, and so fucking angry for you. You don't deserve any of this shit. I’m… I’m so sorry this happened to you!” Nayeon bursts into tears near the end, and Namjoon can’t help but sniffle along. He feels her thin arms wrapping around his neck, and Namjoon closes his eyes to Nayeon’s tight embrace. 

He’s glad that he has someone who would cry with him. And yes, Namjoon has the tendency to laugh off his pain and try to appear strong, but right now… it’s too much to bear. 

It’s nearly suffocating him, emotionally and physically. He lets it all go when he arrives back at his apartment. He cries into Jimin’s strong arms. He pours all his feelings and heart to Hoseok. And he weeps alongside Nayeon all the way through. 

His friends never left his side that night. 

Around 3 a.m. after indulging in a large tub of ice cream, Namjoon stares blankly at his ceiling while sandwiched in between Nayeon and Jimin. He knows Jimin is still awake next to him, who is currently stroking his hair gently as he could. 

And so, Namjoon whispers, “I should have known.” Jimin’s hand freezes. Namjoon sighs, “All those warning signs, how convenient everything was, how well they treated me since the beginning… I should have realized. Even you noticed something was odd. I was just so blind. I’m an idiot.” 

Jimin scowls, “Hyung, don’t say that. None of this is your fault. You can’t help the people you love, even when they are low lives like them. You are too good for this world, but that’s okay. They don’t deserve you at all.” Thinking about those two again, Namjoon tries not to tear up again. 

They never loved him, and even worse, they were just playing with him. He can’t believe it, but it also makes sense. And that fucking hurts. 

Especially since his heart was set— he loved them. It’s so cruel that they played him for this long– long enough for Namjoon to fall hard. Long enough for Namjoon to be unable to crawl out of this hole he had dug himself. 

Why would they do that? And why.. Why did they go so far? All those dates, those sweet words, those kisses… They even went further and had sex for goodness sake! They really led Namjoon to believe that he had an actual chance! They were so convincing with their gestures and words, how can Namjoon not swoon? How could Namjoon not want more from that? Especially since Namjoon just loved their entire being? 

How silly of Namjoon. 

How silly of Namjoon to ever think that those two men could ever be his. And that he was theirs. They played their game really well… 



But that night, Namjoon dreamt of a specific scene. 

Oh. He sees it now. He’s an observer of the most devastating moment of his life. This felt like some sort of astral projection, rewatching the very moment his heart permanently broke into two. 

Why is he so cruel to himself too? Why must he dream about this again… 

However, what catches Namjoon’s attention (at least, his spirit that’s watching the entire scene as an observer view) is this part. 

He sees Seokjin crying. Based on Seokjin’s friends’ reaction, that seemed to be unexpected. Then Namjoon hears it clearly. 

" No! Namjoon-ah please, I swear, not everything was a lie. Please let us explain—” 

Spirit Namjoon scoffs. Not everything was a lie? What were the lies? What was the truth here? Was there even a truth? 

Then, Namjoon flinches when he sees Seokjin get punched in the face. At the time, Namjoon was too busy crying and contemplating whether he should jump in the fight, but now, he was able to hear what Seokjin said to Jimin, “G-go ahead. I deserve it. B-but afterwards, I beg of you, let me explain it to him… he has some things wrong, please… I do lo–”  

Was he really about to say that he loved him? 

Then Jungkook came in and told the truth. Namjoon shuts his eyes immediately, not wanting to watch and go through this despairing scene again. Just as he was about to cover his ears, his ears twitched at the sound of Seokjin’s cry. 

“Jungkook?! What the fuck? I thought we agreed to ditch the game and really have Namjoon part of our relationship! I-I thought you said he didn’t hurt you like the others did, I thought–” 

Namjoon’s eyes fly wide open, and he watches intently at the short exchange between Jungkook and Seokjin. Did he hear that right? Did Seokjin really indicate that… 

But Jungkook uttered, “I lied hyung. Out of everyone, Namjoon hyung’s rejection hurt me the most.” Now that Namjoon is watching above the ground, he notices how heartbroken Jungkook looked right now. His eyes had no color. It was like Jungkook had just given up. 

Namjoon doesn’t know if spirits could cry, but that’s what he felt like he was doing right now. He sees his physical self crumble from Jungkook’s words. But he also sees Jungkook’s eyes of defeat, and the brokenness that was held in those very eyes. 

Especially when the younger shouted this. “Where were you when I needed you? Why did you suddenly leave me, especially after I confessed to you? Did you have any clue how much I was suffering before and after you left?!”

Now that Namjoon thinks about it. What did Jungkook mean? He was suffering even before he left? Why did Jungkook think that Namjoon just left him out of nowhere, like he didn’t read the letter Namjoon left behind… 

Though there were so many unanswered questions and potentially some misunderstanding going on here, Namjoon didn’t want to think about it. He was too hurt to want to go over them or even consider them. 

For now, he wanted to mourn all the happy dreams of him being an addition to Seokjin and Jungkook’s relationships, continuing that relationship, and living his future with the two people he grew to love. He lost all of them. 

How can his heart be filled now? Especially since his heart already settled for not one, but for two people? It can’t be healed with just one anymore. He needed two. 

But the two he needs and loves seemingly never planned to have him settle in their hearts. 

He was just their doll. And he let himself get played. 


Seokjin still hasn’t returned home. It’s been a week now, and Jungkook had been in their penthouse all alone this past week. 

Jungkook knows that Seokjin has not stopped by even once to his own penthouse. Not even a quick stop to pick up some clothes or bag or necessities. Jungkook has been in the apartment the entire time. He hadn’t left since that dreadful day, and Jungkook would have only missed Seokjin if Seokjin came by when he was sleeping. 

Though Jungkook has been in a continuous state of anguish, he still doesn’t sleep it off. He should sleep more, but Jungkook couldn’t. Not with the guilt and regret literally eating him alive. And especially not having to go through nightmare after nightmare about a certain someone he is still mourning over. 

There was a loud knock on the door. Oh. She must be here. 

“Coming,” Jungkook says. He trips over himself on the way, but he manages to catch himself in front of the door. Jungkook opens the door, and in front of it is a gorgeous, petite woman with a small smile on her face. 

The first thing she does is give Jungkook a giant hug despite looking like a huge mess right now. 

“You look gross. What happened, my baby?” 

Jungkook whines softly, “Jihyo, we are the same age. I’m not your baby.” 

Jihyo only grins. “I don’t care, I took care of you since we were young. You are a baby in my eyes. Now, let me take care of you again. Tell me everything.” 

Jungkook's heart clenches, touched by Jihyo’s love for him. Even though she now attends a prestigious art school across cities, Jihyo immediately hopped onto the next flight to get to Jungkook when he called for her. And here she is now, willing to listen to everything Jungkook has to say. Even if he is a guilty man. 

He guides her to his (Seokjin’s to be more exact) couch, and Jihyo sits down casually. She then looks around the room as if she was looking for someone. 

“Is your rich hubby here?” Jihyo asks. 

Jungkook’s chest tightens. “We… we aren’t on talking terms.” 

Jihyo gasps lightly. “Oh baby… is it really that bad?” Jungkook can only nod. “Okay, we have all day, Jungkookie. You can start from the very beginning or–” 

“No, I have a really important question to ask. Is that okay?” Jungkook interrupts, trying to maintain his composure. 

“Of course. What is it?” 

Jungkook releases a breath. “Do… do you remember someone named Kim Namjoon? The first guy I had a huge crush on back in high school?” 

Jihyo only blinks rapidly before answering, “Ohh. The tall one who left you a letter? Yeah I remember him.” Jungkook holds his breath again. 

With his heart pounding against his chest, Jungkook quietly asks, “T-then do you remember anything specific about him. Or maybe even some of the contents of the letter? It’s okay if you don't…” 

“Oh, I remember everything in that letter. Want me to tell you what it said?” 

Jungkook can’t help but gasp in surprise. “You remember everything?” 

Jihyo smiles softly. She shrugs while telling him, “I can’t forget such a sweet letter like that. For a long time, I thought he ripped off some poems to write this to you, but I then realized that it’s really unique, very elegant and sooo romantic… Okay, so I don't exactly remember word by word since it was a bit wordy, but I do remember a huge chunk of it.” 

Jungkook swallows down a lump on his throat, and he can feel anxiety creeping up to his spine. This is something he should have done long ago but… 

Jihyo says his thoughts out loud, “Are you ready to hear them now? I know you weren’t ready back then, so I never told you. Also I uh… I felt bad for snooping into a private letter like that,” Jihyo says sheepishly, scratching her neck in embarrassment. 

Jungkook shakes his head furiously. “No, it’s good that you did. I stupidly ripped the letter when I should have just kept it and read it later. H-how and when did you read it?” 

Jihyo looks embarrassed again. “I might have pieced the ripped pieces of paper back together just to see what was on it… And then the wind blew them away once I finished reading it.” 

“Can you tell me what you remembered?” 

Jihyo smiles gently again. “Sure. So this is what I remembered.” 

 

Dear Jungkook, 

Firstly, I want to apologize for having things end this way. By the time this letter reaches you, I will most likely be overseas. I wish my father wasn’t a military officer. I had to relocate a lot because he continuously changed bases or posts. I was planning to tell you soon, but you kind of beat me to it. You told me that you liked me.

And that’s the second thing I want to mention. I should have said this first, but it is an honor for someone as beautiful as you to like someone as imperfect as me. I never thought I would be able to make a friend here, but I’m glad that I met you. I am grateful that you became my friend. I am grateful that we hung out a lot. And I am even more grateful to be loved by someone as great as you. 

I wish we had more time. I wish I could stay with you longer. But even though we are parting ways now, it’s not the end. We can continue to stay in touch. Or maybe, we can meet again sometime in the future. It can be one year, two years, or even ten years. However long it takes, if I get the chance to meet you again, I would be very happy. I would love to be your friend again. And maybe, just maybe, if the stars align again, we can work it out and fall in love. 

I know how much you love romance stories. While our love story may not have ended well this time around, we are still so young. I am not saying to wait for me. Explore to your heart’s content. You deserve so much, and anyone would be so lucky to have you. 

But if there is a chance we meet and find out that we are each other’s stars, then I will grab that opportunity immediately and hold onto it. I won’t let go this time.  

Here is my new number, and please do not hesitate to contact me anytime. 

Please stay healthy. I hope to see you again, Jeon Jungkook.

 

By the time Jihyo had finished reciting the letter written by Namjoon eight years ago, Jungkook couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out of his eyes. Jihyo quickly brings tissues for Jungkook, but Jungkook is overflowing with tears that tissues couldn’t dry the waterfalls. 

Oh my god. If only he wasn’t consumed by rage and distraught that day, then none of this would have happened. If only he had been more level-headed, if only he didn’t succumb to his inner demons, if only… 

Although Jungkook already had a feeling that it would turn out like this, hearing it directly from Jihyo’s mouth just slapped him hard in harsh reality. 

“What’s wrong Jungkookie?” 

With a loud cry, Jungkook sobs, “I really fucked up, Jihyo! I really messed up badly this time. I’m the worst!” Before Jihyo could comfort him, Jungkook leaps off the couch. He’s done with crying and messing up. Now that he knows everything and all those suspicions have been confirmed, Jungkook is doing what he should have done long before. 

Jungkook fishes out his phone and quickly types another long message to someone he doesn't deserve to call his "love". 

   

 


 

Jungkook rubs his eyes again and again to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. Sure enough, through his blurry lenses, he sees the ID of the recent text he had just received. It reads "Joon hyung.” Oh my god. Is this really happening? 

Without hesitation, Jungkook unlocks his phone and calls Namjoon’s number. His heart is racing when the phone begins to ring. Then, on the 3rd ring, Namjon picks up the phone. Jungkook holds in his breath, trying to not burst into tears right then and there. 

There is a brief moment of silence. Jungkook is certain that Namjoon can hear his heartbeat from the other line. 

Releasing the breath he has been holding, Jungkook barely lets out a whisper , “Hello?” 

Jungkook almost drops his phone when he hears Namjoon’s sharp voice. “Tomorrow at my place around noon. Don't come too early.” 

Too caught up in his emotions after hearing Namjoon’s voice for so long, Jungkook only stutters, “H-huh?” 

There is a sigh at the other end of the call. Before Jungkook can apologize, Namjoon speaks again. “We are going to talk tomorrow like mature adults. Let’s clear up all the misunderstandings once and for all. So 12 tomorrow at my place. Again, don't come too early, but don't be late.” 

“O-okay. I will be there, I promise.” There is another brief pause between them after that. 

Namjoon breaks the awkward silence this time. “Just so you know, we are only going to clear up the misunderstandings between us from the past. And then, if we are still okay after that, we can talk about the current mess between us. But after that, it’s a good bye. Are we clear?” 

The wound in Jungkook’s heart reopens, and his chest explodes in pain. However, he finds himself nodding and agreeing to Namjoon’s conditions. 

“Yes. I understand. T-thank you so much for giving me– I mean us a chance to talk. I don’t deserve this, but thank you.” Then, Jungkook remembers that Seokjin still hasn’t returned. “Oh, about Seokjin hyung–” 

“Don't bring Seokjin hyung. This is between you and me. Seokjin doesn’t know about our history, does he?” 

“No…” 

“Then come alone. See you later.” 

And Namjoon hangs up after that, leaving Jungkook with a gaping hole in his heart.

Chapter Text

Jungkook was unable to sleep a wink that night. Too anxious for the upcoming meeting with Namjoon, Jungkook stared up at his ceiling for almost the entire night. He tried to craft all of the things he needed to say in an organized structure, but found no success. In the end, his speech would end up being a jumbled mess of words and tears. He would repeat himself here and there, add in another apology in every other sentence, and then forget everything he had said thus far and start all over. 

Jungkook knew he needed to get himself together if this was going to be his last chance to set things “right”. He can’t mess up again; he can’t fail Namjoon another time. 

And so, Jungkook made sure to fully obey Namjoon’s orders one hundred percent. He arrived at Namjoon's apartment building at 12:55 sharp. Then, he takes his sweet time walking up the stairs to Namjoon’s floor (the 6th floor). His heart races faster and faster at each step he takes. By the time he stands in front of Namjoon’s door, he feels as if his heart is getting ripped out of his chest by some invisible force. 

However, unlike before, Jungkook is determined. He may be shaking in trepidation on the inside (and on the outside), but his resolve is stronger than ever. He won’t run away this time. He won’t be a coward anymore. He already lost all the people who held his heart, and so there is nothing to lose. 

But to make up for all of his shortcomings, he will confront with each of his important people properly. No more hiding. No more lying. This is the least Jungkook can do, but he will definitely leave here making sure he expresses everything he needs including a proper apology and gratitude. 

Jungkook hasn’t had the chance to thank Namjoon for everything, and this may be his last. 

Jungkook checks his watch, and the clock just strikes 12. It’s time. Swallowing down the big lump of fear, Jungkook brings his hand to the door and knocks three times. Jungkook finds himself unable to breathe from nervousness. Wait, what did he plan again as his first words to Namjoon? Should he apologize first? Just casually say hi? No, that’s not a good idea. Maybe he should… 

All his thought processes halt automatically when his ears pick up the sounds of the knob turning. Jungkook is finally able to breathe again, but his heart has been caught in his throat. 

The door opens slightly. Jungkook swallows hard when he finally catches sight of Namjoon, who is looking as beautiful as ever. Sure, no one in their right mind would consider a man simply wearing black joggers and plain yellow tee someone looking “beautiful,” but Jungkook immediately sucks in his breath at his hyung’s beauty. His hyung looks a little tired, but overall, he is looking great. 

Namjoon, too, pauses after meeting eyes with Jungkook. The two were silent for a brief moment, only for Namjoon to finally snap back to reality. He clears his throat awkwardly and beckons the younger to come inside. “Come in. Let’s go sit on the couch over there.” Right now, Jungkook is unable to make use of his voice, so he just nods and allows himself inside. Wordlessly, Jungkook enters inside, unconsciously avoiding Namjoon’s eyes, who closes the door as Jungkook takes off his shoes. 

Jungkook eyes trail toward the chocolate brown couches just across, and he makes his way to them. He sits down on the one in front of the windows full of tiny bonsais. Jungkook can’t help but smile a little at his hyung’s prized collection of his favorite bonsai. It’s so like his hyung. 

Jungkook turns his attention away from the bonsai plants when he hears Namjoon’s footsteps coming closer. Jungkook’s eyes widen when Namjoon arrives with a tray of coffee and a plate of muffins. 

“Y-you didn’t have to hyung, really–” Namjoon ignores Jungkook’s protest and places the tray on the table between them. 

Without looking directly at him, Namjoon responds, “No matter who they are, I will always try to be as hospitable as I can to my guests.” Even if they broke my heart was left unsaid but heavily implied. The air in the room thickens, and the silence becomes almost unbearable. 

Jungkook bites his lip, but slowly accepts the cup of coffee. “Right. Thank you, hyung. I’m sorry.” Jungkook has a feeling that the words “I’m sorry” will be said at least a hundred times today. 

Namjoon lets out a tired sigh and sits back against one of the lounge chairs. He knows that inviting Jungkook over the house is both hasty and risky overall. If Jimin or any of his friends find out that he has Jungkook over, he will not hear the end of it. Not only that, Namjoon is sure that at least one of his friends would do the honors in actually hunting down Jungkook’s location to give a piece of their mind for having the audacity to be in the same room as him. 

Namjoon should be upset, angry, and even resentful with Jungkook right now. Don’t Namjoon wrong, he is still very much distraught over the events that happened last week. But after giving it little time and reflecting, Namjoon realizes that beyond the unforgiving decisions Jungkook made, there are many contradictions in the air. Namjoon isn’t the one to let things fly by without proper consultation, and even though this will most likely hurt his heart in some ways, Namjoon needs to know. 

What really happened between them? And why? 

“I will get straight to the point because we need to get the bottom of this,” Namjoon starts. Looking directly into Jungkook’s eyes, Namjoon takes a deep breath before continuing, “I will let you explain yourself and listen to your side of the story. You can start from the very beginning back to our high school years. Or you can start anywhere it makes sense. I just want to know your story because… I read all of your messages.” 

Jungkook holds back his tears when he sees the softness return in Namjoon’s eyes. He wanted to cry, not only because of his sorrow, but because of how touched he is from Namjoon’s grace. How can someone be so open, understanding, and kind? How could Jungkook ever think otherwise that would lead to the horrible place they are right now? 

And so, Jungkook can't help but sniffle as he blurts, “Y-you’re too nice, hyung. I honestly don’t deserve this chance to make things right when I hurt you so badly. Honestly, I can’t believe I am here right now.” Namjoon hands Jungkook a tissue, and Jungkook takes it to dab his wet eyes. 

Namjoon responds, “Yes, I was very hurt, and I still am. But thinking back, I want to take back some words. I don’t think you’re cruel, Jungkook-ah. You were never cruel, and so I want to believe that there must be some misunderstanding. I can’t deny how sincere and apologetic you sounded over text and… I never knew you were bullied in high school.” Namjoon’s voice grew softer and softer through each word, and the last part barely comes out as a whisper. 

Although Jungkook wants to cry his heart out already because of Namjoon’s forgiving heart, Jungkook manages to hold back. He swallows down his sobs and dabs his eyes once more. Then, he murmurs, “Hyung, d-don’t be mistaken. What I did was definitely cruel no matter how you look at it. I don’t have any excuses, even if I didn’t have the best childhood.” 

“I’m listening. Take your time.” 

Without hesitation, Jungkook shares his story to his first love. He tells Namjoon about the bullying he experienced since primary school. He confesses of all the scars and wounds he hid from Namjoon back to the days they hung out. He doesn’t hold back in all of his hardships including his relationship problems after high school. And finally, he discloses about the heartbreaking shenanigans that he and Seokjin began playing early this year. 

Namjoon listens carefully all the way through, drinking his coffee here and there. When Jungkook finishes explaining up to the point in the present time, Namjoon finally speaks. “Now I understand where it all began. But there is one thing I need to know… why me? I would never hurt you like those people.” 

There it is. There’s the question. And there’s a long story behind this too. 

Jungkook looks down in shame and admits everything to Namjoon. How Jungkook returned to school on the day Namjoon left. How Jungkook encountered some of his bullies who somehow knew about his confession to Namjoon. And how Jungkook impulsively fell for his bullies’ manipulations, concluding that Namjoon left because of Jungkook. This all led to the unfortunate event that could have prevented– Jungkook ripping the letter Namjoon left. 

At this point, neither are able to look each in the eye. Jungkook because of guilt while Namjoon couldn’t due to feelings of betrayal. 

Swallowing down a few tears, Namjoon whispers, “ Y-you believed them over me? Y-you really believed that I would do such an awful thing to you? After all we’ve been through?” 

Jungkook has no excuses, so he could only sputter out an apology. “I’m sorry.” 

Namjoon releases a sigh, and tears finally spill over his tired eyes. 

“I see.” Another sigh. Then, Namjoon asks, “Is that what you meant when you said ‘where have you been when I need you’ that night? Did you feel as if…as if I failed you for not noticing your pain? Or did you think that I was ignoring all the horrible things around you?” 

Jungkook sinks into the couch even further down. He promises that there will be no more lies, even if all he wanted to do was to bury the truth to save himself. 

So, Jungkook tells the truth. “Yes. For a while, I started to think that you knew what I was going through the entire time. I thought, how could you not? Everyone in school at some point bullied me. It wasn’t just people in my grade that bullied me. The teachers, upperclassmen, and even underclassmen all had their fair share in picking on someone as worthless as me. I thought you kept quiet to save me from embarrassment or something but after that day… I began to overthink.” 

Namjoon has a feeling at some of Jungkook’s spiraling thoughts after learning what he believed he had done to Jungkook. 

But Jungkook quickly adds, “But that is completely unfair to you, hyung. I was wrong for assuming that way when I would deliberately try to hide all of my wounds from you. And there was no way I can blame you for not knowing when I never told you. Please forget what I said a few days ago. I was being selfish once again, wanting to put the blame of my pain to someone else. But that was very wrong of me, especially to someone as innocent as you.” 

To this, Namjoon responds, “In the same way, I can’t blame you for feeling that way, Jungkook. I did notice your wounds. But when you dismissed them as tripping over the stairs, I didn’t put any more thought into it. But all the red flags were there, yet I was blind to it. That is one thing I will acknowledge and regret.” 

Finally, the tears Jungkook had been holding back fell. Jungkook is being reminded once again how good-natured the man sitting in front of him really is. Even after being wrongfully misjudged, deceived, and played, Namjoon still expresses remorse in the things he shouldn’t feel responsible for. 

Again, how was Jungkook so stupid for ever doubting Namjoon? 

“I’m so sorry, hyung.” Jungkook chokes, unable to hold much in anymore. Namjoon stays silent as Jungkook weeps silently. 

Then, “While I understand mostly everything now, I still… I still don’t think I can forgive you just yet. I can sympathize with you, but I don’t think I can forgive or forget.” 

Jungkook sniffles. “Of course, hyung. I understand. What I did was unforgivable, and I’m so sorry. I regret it so much. I wish I could turn back time… or even better, I wish I was a better and stronger person.” 

“Jungkook…”

“I’m such a fool for hurting the two most important people in my life this badly. All because I was stupidly scared for myself. I was so scared of Jin hyung leaving me after all these games were done. I thought he would finally realize how lame I am when everything was over and the thrill was done. I was so scared of finding out the truth from you, even though you were nothing but kind and loving towards me. I was so scared of everything that I couldn’t say anything to Jin hyung without worrying how he would perceive me. But because of that, I hurted you so badly, and I’m so fucking sorry.” Namjoon doesn’t say anything while Jungkook tries to stabilize his hiccups. 

Wiping more tears with tissues, Jungkook continues, “And when Jin hyung started to fall for you and my old feelings began to return, I grew even more scared and selfish. I wanted to pretend that what happened in the past didn’t happen. I wanted to forget everything that started including our game to play with you. So, I lied to Jin hyung, lied to myself and everyone, and deceived you, hyung. In the end, that all caused me to lose you and Jin hyung. But I deserved it after all I did.” 

Namjoon stays silent again. Jungkook blows into another tissue, then pulls the hood of his sweater over his head. Thinking of all the times Jungkook could have put an end to this pain for all parties, sparing Namjoon from the pain he doesn’t deserve, self-deprecation inevitably took over. 

He couldn’t stop the thoughts, nor could he control his mouth. 

“I’m the worst. I should have never met either of you. I really am what they say–” 

Namjoon finally speaks. “Stop it. Don't say those things, Jungkook-ah. It hurts hearing you say those things, so please don’t.” 

Jungkook immediately shuts his mouth. He doesn’t want Namjoon to feel any more burden or hurt that Jungkook has already caused. 

Namjoon lets out a soft sigh and begins his spiel, ““I want to, no, I need you to know that you are perfectly fine the way you are. You are a bright man, you are so handsome, and you have a soft heart. You also have so many gifts, and whatever you do, you will definitely succeed. Never doubt yourself and your beauty. And if you ever have your dark thoughts again… “ Namjoon smiles with tears flowing down his pretty eyes. “Just remember that even when you gutted my heart like a fish, I am a fool who still loves you with all my heart. So be rest assured, you cannot be a bigger fool than me.” 

The dam breaks, and Jungkook is crying again. This time, Namjoon joins along, grabbing a tissue for himself. 

“Y-you still love me? Even after all I did?” 

Namjoon nods. “Yes. Unfortunately,  I can’t hate you, Jeon Jungkook. I tried my best all this week to scorn you, to curse you and Seokjin’s name for playing with my heart like you guys did. But in the end, I can only feel the pain in my chest and my hopeless desire to wish that none of it was true. Instead of hating, I ended up missing you both so much. You can’t be a bigger idiot than me.” 

Jungkook makes an incomprehensible noise, but Namjoon only chuckles dryly. “But after listening to your story, I guess I finally can conclude that love makes everyone dumb at some point. It’s because you love Seokjin hyung so much it led you to make bad decisions. It also forced you to stay quiet and do things only for his will, and not yours.” 

“B-but–” 

“Jungkook-ah, listen to me carefully. You can’t always go by someone else’s desires or choices. You can’t keep everything to yourself like this. You have to tell someone, especially to your loved ones, your concerns and worries. Tell Seokjin hyung your insecurities, even the insecurities over his love for you. Trust me, Seokjin hyung will never, ever leave you. If you’ve been feeling like he would leave you one day, let him know. Tell him why it’s making you feel that, and what you guys can both do where you won’t feel that doubt anymore. It will be alright, Jungkook-ah. I know it’s scary, but it’s the only way to overcome these obstacles. And don’t worry. Seokjin hyung will never stop loving you.” In the softest voice he could muster, Namjoon whispers. “I know he won’t.” 

“Hyung…” 

“Confrontations are fucking scary, and it must be even more difficult for you. I understand that. But, after this, I hope you learn that you need to put your foot to the ground sometimes. Tell people how you feel. Ask something when you don’t understand. And most of all, don’t forget that you have so many people who love you and stand by your side. If you get shut down, there will be people who will help you up.” 

“Wait–” 

“Finally,” Namjoon cuts him off. “Please love and trust yourself.” Jungkook shuts his mouth and gawks at the man sitting in front of him. Namjoon gently smiles and continues, “I think… I think the issue isn’t you not trusting Seokjin hyung’s love or… or my own faith. I think the underlying problem is you not trusting your worth, Jungkook-ah.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened again. “Not trusting my worth?” 

Namjoon nods. “You know fully well how loyal Seokjin hyung is. And… and you should have known that I would never do something awful to you. It’s probably because you don’t think highly of yourself that you believe we would leave you behind so easily. That’s not good or true, Jungkook-ah. So, my hope is that you learn to embrace yourself and realize how truly precious you are.” 

The more Namjoon talks, the more of a sickly feeling Jungkook is getting. Just as he feared, everything Namjoon is saying is leading to something Jungkook had been dreading-– a final goodbye. The way Namjoon is wording things and saying things like this is their last exchange… 

Although Namjoon is saying everything Jungkook wants and needs to hear, Jungkook’s chest is bursting with agony. 

Swallowing his tears yet again, Jungkook murmurs, “F-for you, I will try my best. T-thank you. Really, I can’t thank you enough for your kindness and your understanding and… and just everything. Thank you so much. And I am so sorry.” Jungkook freely cries after letting out his insurmountable feelings of gratitude and sorrow. He doesn’t sob violently like he did last week. Instead, he lets himself release the angry tears of regret. 

Jungkook already unleashed his agony a week ago– now only his lingering regrets remain. 

“I know,” Namjoon says quietly, watching Jungkook break down in front of him. He hugs himself tightly and whispers again, “I know.” 

Fueled by Namjoon’s words from earlier, Jungkook gets himself together. He remembers each of Namjoon’s words of not holding back— and so he does. 

“J-just one more thing, hyung.” Namjoon tiredly looks up to meet Jungkook’s sharp eyes. 

“What is it?” 

Gripping tightly onto the loose sleeves of his sweater, Jungkook manages to confess– “I don’t only love Seokjin hyung. I love you too, Namjoon hyung, just as much as I love Seokjin.” Jungkook’s resolve doesn’t go down even when Namjoon refuses to look at Jungkook’s eyes at this point. Instead, Jungkook continues with more determination. 

“I-I don’t know why you left yourself out when you were describing the reasons that drove me to make bad decisions but… it’s not only my love for Seokjin that made me so cowardly. It’s you too, hyung. I fell in love with you again, Kim Namjoon.” 

Namjoon is staring right at the ground beneath them. Playing with the hem of his t-shirt, Namjoon mumbles, “Jungkook, you can’t blame me for not believing your words… As much as I want it to be true, I don’t believe you. I just can’t.” 

I don’t believe you. Jungkook automatically thinks back to the day Namjoon said the words “I love you” to him and Seokjin and how neither of them were able to say the three words back. His regret may be reaching above its peak. 

More desperate now, the pitch of Jungkook’s voice steadily rises. “I-I know it’s hard to believe me with everything I did and everything I believed. B-but it didn’t even take a week for me to remember all of the memories I cherished with you… it didn’t take me a week to fall for your charms all over again. Even though it started out as a lie, my feelings for you were anything but a lie. I can speak for Jin hyung too. We both wanted so badly to erase the past and create a new beginning for the three of us. That’s why… that’s why…” 

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut at the very words he uttered next. 

“That’s why, if anything, please forgive Jin hyung at the very least. He… he didn’t know anything between us. I didn’t tell him anything, and he had no clue what you did and didn’t do. Seokjin hyung was actually the one who suggested coming clean to you one day… he didn’t want to begin a relationship built upon lies, and even though he was so scared of you leaving us after finding out the truth, he still wanted to take the risk. Hyung, Seokjin really loves you. And it was all because of me that I ruined any chances between the three of us, much less between you and Seokjin. J-just because I ruined us, I shouldn't let that ruin you and Jin hyung…” 

Jungkook knows. He knows that there isn’t any hope for him with Namjoon or even with Seokjin. Not anymore. He already was at the edge of the cliff and he willingly jumped off the ledge. But Seokjin… Seokjin was the only one who was clinging onto the ledge for his dear life. Jungkook was the one who dragged his boyfriend to their doom. 

Seokjin shouldn’t suffer because of Jungkook’s awful mistakes. 

Namjoon suddenly lets out a soft chuckle, grabbing Jungkook’s full attention. Jungkook seals his lips shut when Namjoon chuckles to himself again, who was looking at something underneath the table. Then, he hears a mutter, “You two really love each other. No third person can go in between.” 

Namjoon finally faces Jungkook again, this time pulling something from his pocket. Jungkook’s breath hitches when he sees a familiar gleam of pinkish rays wrapped around a golden band. Oh.

Namjoon catches the surprise on Jungkook’s face. Gently holding onto the ring he just pulled, Namjoon softly asks, “I see. This ring is special to you too, huh?” Jungkook nods slowly. 

“J-jin hyung already gave it to you?” Jungkook immediately fumbles underneath his hoodie and pulleys out the necklace he never forgets to carry around. Now, resting against his chest is the spitting image of a ring that was sitting between Namjoon’s two fingers. 

That confirms it, Namjoon thinks. This ring is most likely Seokjin’s insignia for people he deeply cherishes. Someone Seokjin wants to love and hold dear to his heart… Like Jungkook who also owns the ring identical to his. Apparently, Namjoon is now one of the very people close to Seokjin’s heart. 

If only Namjoon can believe them now. 

“I’ll tell you something Jungkook-ah.” Namjoon begins. Jungkook keens in as Namjoon releases a steady breath. “I… I already talked with Seokjin hyung earlier.” 

Namjoon pauses when he sees Jungkook’s shock. He can already see gears shifting in the younger’s brain, and so Namjoon quickly adds, “Do not worry, Jungkook-ah. Seokjin hyung is not mad at you. Not at all. In fact, he came to me and begged for forgiveness. He took all the blame, and he told me everything from his point of view.” 

This time, Jungkook couldn’t help but choke out another sob. Did Seokjin hyung really..? 

“W-why…H-he shouldn’t have… I-I am the one who should be blamed… why did he…” Namjoon gets up to grab more tissues for the crying boy while Jungkook tries his hardest to control his sobs yet again. 

Namjoon gently smiles. “That’s why I said what I said.  He loves you so much, and I know how much you love him. So please… don’t be afraid to talk to him. You guys can still fix this. And afterwards, I have no doubts that your relationship will blossom into something even bigger than before. You can overcome this, Jungkook.” 

“But what about you? Can I… Can we fix us?” Jungkook asks so softly that Namjoon barely heard what the boy whispered. 

Namjoon helplessly stares straight into Jungkook’s watery eyes, tightens his grip on the ring that was starting to burn against his flesh, and swallows. Namjoon can see the pain, the desperation, and all kinds of raw emotions in Jungkook’s wide, doe eyes he always adored. He knows in his heart that what he is seeing now in Jungkook is not fake. Jungkook is not deceiving him. 

But the tiny voice in Namjoon’s voice argues “ But are his words real? How do you know if he is not deceiving you again?” 

Namjoon then recalls a memory of a situation similar to where he is now. He remembers deep, chocolate brown eyes sadly staring into his own. He remembers the salty tears flowing down Seokjin’s pale yet still handsome face when Namjoon shakes his head and tries to give back the ring. 

Namjoon remembers how salty the tears were. 

“It’s yours. I can’t take it back.” Seokjin says, refusing to take back the gold banded ring. Namjoon clenches his jaw from Seokjin’s stubbornness. 

“Hyung, please. This gift… it’s not something for someone like me to receive. I can’t accept it nor can I keep it. Please take this expensive gift back.” 

With unshed tears, Seokjin sadly smiles. “It’s not just a gift. It’s something that belongs to you, and you have all the right to do anything with it. You can keep it as decoration. You can throw it away. Or you can even sell it if you want the monetary value instead. Just…” 

Seokjin pauses when the tears fall from his eyelashes. “Just one selfish request. Please don't sell it when I’m around. That’s all.” 

Namjoon doesn’t give up. “Since I can do whatever I want with it, I’ll be giving it back to the owner then.” Namjoon tries to hand the ring, but Seokjin would still not budge. 

Instead, Seokjin whispers, “I’m not the owner. I am merely the buyer, and you are the sole owner of this. I… It’s a customized ring crafted by only the best in the industry. You won’t find anything like this anywhere else, and there are only two of its kind. It belongs to you. But as I said, you can do whatever you want with it like tossing it or selling it if that is what you wish.” 

After hearing Seokjin’s explanation, Namjoon’s initial resolve depletes. He so badly wants to give in. He wants to give in to his desires and accept the meaning behind this beautiful, obviously special ring. 

But… 

Namjoon holds his ground. Even when all he wanted to do was to jump into the arms of the gorgeous, crying man in front of him. 

It’s the same feeling from last time. Namjoon can feel his determination slipping ever so slightly the harder he stares into Jungkook’s round, pretty eyes. 

He loves him. He loves them . This is probably the most he has ever loved compared to all of his past relationships. And he has a feeling that these sorts of feelings won’t come around twice with different people. After all, Namjoon is a romantic at heart, just like Jungkook. 

However, Namjoon already has made his decision. 

Namjoon releases a sigh of defeat. Or it was a sigh of acceptance. Either way, Namjoon thinks it is time. 

“While I still love you and Seokjin hyung even if you guys did break my heart… In the end, I’m going to pick me. I’m sorry.” 

Absolute silence. The clock on the wall is the loudest sound in the room as Namjoon’s words linger through the air. Jungkook remains frozen, while Namjoon begins to move his lips once more.

“As much as I want to be with you guys, and even though I can see us being able to fix this mess within time, I don’t think I want to take that path.” Namjoon can feel his heart being carved again and again, yet, he also feels a sense of relief, as if weight has been lifted off from his shoulders. Fighting with himself and his inner pain, Namjoon continues, “I believe we are able to solve this with proper communication and healing within our own pace. But Jungkook, I… It’s going to take me some time to open up to you guys again and for me to slowly trust, forgive, and most of all, forget. I don’t even know if I can fully forget because of how much this impacted me. Instead of choosing to struggle through all that and taking the risks I… I rather let everything go and save myself from that battle.” 

Jungkook forgot how to breathe for a moment after hearing Namjoon’s response. Jungkook didn’t know what to expect, but this… Jungkook can’t help but stare at the man in front of him with awe and longing. 

“Namjoon hyung–” 

Namjoon quickly interrupts, “You can call me a coward or weak, but I… I want to prioritize my emotional well-being and my own journey to success. I still have so much to face regarding my career, my dreams, and my future. Me fretting over how and if I will ever weave my way to you and Seokjin hyung’s heart will take a huge toll on my mind, and I can’t afford that. Especially with everything that happened. I know that I am going to second guess your feelings for me until who knows when. I know that I will continue to have nightmares over that awful night. And I know it is going to take all of us some time to heal, each to our own. So… My answer is no.” Namjoon is breathing heavily in and out by the time he finishes his rant. 

Tears already sprung out of his eyes, causing Jungkook unconsciously scooch closer to where his hyung was. Jungkook gulps before crawling to Namjoon’s side, who was looking even more tired than before. 

Jungkook carefully hovers his hand above Namjoon’s. “May I?” Jungkook softly asks. Namjoon eyes at Jungkook’s hand like he was drilling holes in it. Jungkook retracts his hand back and whispers, “That’s okay, I understand. Can I wipe your tears, hyung?” Namjoon shakes his head. 

Jungkook still tries again. “Can I sit right next to you?” This time, Namjoon nods. Jungkook crawls even closer, only letting the space between his leg and Namjoon’s leg barely a few inches apart. Though Jungkook wants to hold Namjoon at this moment, Jungkook will take this any day. 

At least they are close in proximity before they say their final goodbyes. 

Jungkook’s heart clenches as he carefully pours his sincere thoughts to Namjoon, his first love. “You are not a coward at all, hyung. In some ways, this is the bravest you could have ever done. I, on one hand, would have given in much sooner. I can’t even begin to imagine choosing myself over the people I love… even when it’s the right choice. Hyung, you are so strong. One day, I wish to be like you and make the same choice you’ve made. Thank you for teaching me these important things I need to take to heart.” 

Jungkook hears a sniffle, but Namjoon stays quiet. This prompts Jungkook to say his final gratitude. “Thank you again for loving me for who I am even if I am undeserving of your love. I will forever regret all the wrongdoings I have made that caused me to lose you. But, this is for the best. I’m so sorry again for the pain I caused, and I hope you find the happiness you so deserve.” 

Their fingers are now only centimeters apart at this point, and Jungkook’s back was tingling from the feeling of Namjoon’s presence so, so close to him. Yet, none of their body parts are touching.

Jungkook stays like this for a couple more minutes. He closes his eyes briefly, unconsciously leaning back just to the point where his head was merely inches above Namjoon’s shoulder. 

It hurts. It hurts so much to say goodbye to one of his loves like this. But… Jungkook is ready to let everything go. At least, he had the chance to say what he needed to say. At least they are leaving with everything cleared up. There is nothing else left to do but to say goodbye and never look back. 

The hole in his heart may never be sealed and the regret will probably remain until the end of time, but Jungkook has come to accept these terms. 

It’s time to let go of the thread. 

“I’ll be going now,” Jungkook whispers gently. Jungkook slowly gets up to his feet; Namjoon is still slumped against the couch. Jungkook stands still for a couple seconds before asking, “Is there anything else you would like to say, hyung? Before I–” 

“Do you really love me?” Jungkook almost coughs in surprise from Namjoon’s sudden question. Namjoon is also now up on his feet, standing a couple feet away from Jungkook. They are staring eye to eye, and Jungkook almost feels small again. 

He doesn’t hesitate to answer however. “Yes. I love you, hyung.” 

Namjoon smiles sadly, “I wished you told me this from the very start.” 

“Me too.” 

Namjoon silently walks Jungkook out to the front door. As Jungkook slips onto his sneakers, Namjoon speaks again. 

“T-take good care of yourself. And… And take good care of Seokjin hyung too. For me, please.” Namjoon doesn’t have the willpower in him to ask Jungkook if they can at least start over as friends or maybe even colleagues. Jungkook, too, was too full of guilt to even ask if they can ever start fresh one day. 

They are broken, and it will be extremely difficult to put back the pieces together once again. The burning love has been completely put out, the passion has died, and even the friendship has shattered. 

There are times where things are left broken. 

“I-I will. And I hope you will be well and happy, Namjoon hyung. Good bye.” 

“Good bye.” Namjoon feels his heart breaking piece by piece when Jungkook turns his back and walks out of his door. The emotional side of his heart screams in his head when he closes the door, begging the logical side of his brain to reconsider. 

To give them another chance, at least another chance of a friendship. 

To not say goodbye forever. 

Namjoon lets the hot tears pour down his cheeks, balling his hands into tight fists as he slowly walks by the window to watch Jungkook go. 

He knows what is going to happen soon. And just as Namjoon expected, Jungkook runs into a familiar person that both occupies in Jungkook and Namjoon’s hearts: Kim Seokjin. Namjoon places a hand against the window, looking down at the ground when Jungkook is paralyzed in shock upon seeing Seokjin waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. 

Namjoon’s heart clenches at the sight of Seokjin, who was still looking pale and exhausted like last time. However, there was a gentle smile on his lips when seeing Jungkook after a long time. Namjoon watches Seokjin opening his arms wide, gesturing Jungkook to jump in. Namjoon then witnesses the beautiful scene of the beautiful Jungkook running into Seokjin’s strong arms. 

The ring sitting inside his hand burns against his skin once again. 

Namjoon sees Jungkook bawling his eyes out as he embraces Seokjin's body. He sees Seokjin cradling Jungkook’s head to his broad chest. And he finally sees the two men that he still very much longs share a sweet, tender kiss. 

This is true love, Namjoon thinks, watching the entire scene with tears in his eyes. There is no room for an outsider like him to be in between Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook. It is unfortunate that Namjoon has made room for the two of them in his heart– because there was no space or place for him to be part of this fairy-tale-like romance. 

I want to join them,’ Namjoon’s inner voice wails. ‘I love them. I want to be with them. I already made permanent spots for them in my heart.’ Despite his inner voice’s plea, Namjoon stays where he is. He stays behind, watching the reunion between the two men he holds dear unfold. 

Then, Namjoon catches the smiles on their faces after they separate from their kiss. 

They will be alright, Namjoon tells himself internally. After this, their love will be stronger than before. They will be happy. They will be even more happy together, now. Without me in the picture, they can reach new heights…. 

An ugly cry suddenly erupts. Namjoon realizes that the sounds are coming from his mouth. His knees fall to the ground, and he continues to watch helplessly as the two men who broke his heart walk further and further away from his place, hand in hand. 

“I made my decision,” Namjoon tells himself through his tears. “I decided to do this. I want this… I…” 

Namjoon finally lets himself freely cry once he couldn’t see Seokjin and Jungkook anymore. He lets everything out, all the pain, all the memories flooding in, and all the loss he is feeling at the moment. 

After his first burst, Namjoon calls his best friend. 

“Jimin… I need you again.” 

Namjoon hangs up the phone to cry to himself again. The golden ring is still sitting inside his clenched hand, feeling like a burning metal singeing his bare hand. 


“This entire game was all my idea. After hearing all the stories about Jungkook’s past and what all those assholes did to him… I wanted to take action. I didn’t want them to live happily thinking that they would get away with scarring Jungkook like that. I know that it’s not the best thing to do, but it was the only way I could think of to get them back and work on Jungkook’s self-image. I always knew that Jungkook was never the greatest at voicing out his own wants and needs, and it was hard on our relationship.” 

Namjoon listens to Seokjin’s every word carefully. While he doesn’t agree with Seokjin’s decisions, he can sympathize with them. 

“I really tried to help Jungkook’s problem with expressing himself… but it’s obvious with how things turned out that I completely failed. I failed him, and this is what happened. I forced him to do things he didn’t want to do, and I made it even harder for him to properly express his feelings. I always thought it was fine to do things my way if that was what he insisted or requested to do beforehand, but it clearly backfired. Please forgive him. I fucked up, and you got caught up in this game that should have never happened to you. You didn’t deserve any of this, and it would be too selfish for me to even ask for a second chance.” 

Namjoon remembers each and every of Seokjin’s words. Namjoon also remembers Seokjin’s sweet words for him, and his words of vulnerability. 

But… 

Namjoon responds with his own tears spilling from his eyes, “I’m sorry. I just can’t. How can I begin to believe all the words you have said to me about loving me and all that when you guys approached with hidden intentions. How can I… How can I truly know or believe that something changed midway when you planned from the beginning to deceive me? I want to believe you and your words so badly. But… it’s hard to. And I don’t want to continually struggle with that. “ 

Seokjin can only murmur, “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” 

Namjoon only whines a little, trying to hold his ground. Then, Namjoon pleads, “Seokjin hyung… Promise me this. Promise me that after this, you will properly talk with Jungkook this time. Please be patient with him and let him take his time. Please… please take care of him for me. That’s all I ask. “ 

“Namjoon…’ 

“Then.. I’ll keep this ring as your promise to me. O-okay?” 

 

“Okay.” 

“Goodbye, Seokjin hyung.” 


One month later… 

Namjoon takes a deep breath into the chilly air of Seoul’s winter. He is standing right in front of a tall building: the music company he has been serving as an intern for months now. Faceless strangers walk in and out the glass doors of the building. Namjoon continues staring up at the building in awe and excitement. He is officially one of the company’s newest lyricists in the main production team. Just soon, he will be writing for Korea’s greatest artists, K-pop groups, and soloists alike. 

It took some time and struggle to get here, especially having to tolerate someone like his previous boss, who recently got fired. It was a pain in the butt, but Namjoon felt like his hard work had paid off– he is now living his dreams as a songwriter he always wanted to be. 

With head up high, Namjoon walks in through the automatic doors and heads to the lounge. He will get to his own office later. He now has his own office where he is expected to work on melodies and lyrics of the companies’ artists’ songs. Namjoon can’t wait for the days to come when being tasked on an entire song to himself. 

But first things first, he will have to meet his executive producer of the company. Namjoon hasn’t had a chance to meet with this producer nor learn their full name, but he has heard of their nickname: genius producer. Heart pounding in excitement for meeting this legendary producer, Namjoon prepares two cups of coffee in order to impress his new colleague. As an intern, Namjoon has obtained fine skills in brewing fresh coffee. With two coffee cups in his hands and stashing some cream and sugar in his suit pockets, Namjoon heads to room number 309. 

Namjoon releases a sigh in relief when he sees that the door is slightly ajar, which allows him to enter with ease. Namjoon gently pushes the door with the side of his shoulders and greets his executive producer. 

“Good morning, Producer Min! My name is Kim Namjoon, and I will be your fellow lyricist from now– oh.” Namjoon freezes on the spot when he finally notices who this “Producer Min” is. 

Standing behind a large computer is a familiar-looking man who Namjoon can’t really forget. Namjoon hasn’t forgotten the man’s name either despite hearing it only once: Yoongi. Namjoon’s eyes roll up and down to make sure he is seeing right. And yep, the man wearing a gray slacks, blue tie, and white blouse is none other than the man standing next to Seokjin that day. 

Yoongi lets out a huff when he meets Namjoon’s shocked eyes. “I had a feeling this would happen.” 

Namjoon swallows. He can’t believe his luck, or perhaps the lack of thereof. He just got freed from a tyrant, and now he is working with a person associated with the two people that left a giant hole in his heart? 

Still, Namjoon maintains his composure. “Would you like some coffee?” Namjoon can’t help but glance sideways when he meets Yoongi’s sharp, cat-like eyes again. It’s hard to see the man without thinking of them . And whenever he thinks of them , the ache in Namjoon’s chest returns momentarily. 

“I would like that, thank you. Also, you can close the door behind you, Namjoon-ssi. Let’s have a talk.” Namjoon nods, proceeding to close the door behind him and hand Yoongi one of the coffee cups in his hand. 

“I have some cream and sugar with me, would you like some for your coffee?” Namjoon asks nervously. 

Yoongi shakes his head. “This is fine. I like mine bitter.” Namjoon awkwardly sits down at one of the chairs in front of Yoongi’s desk as the producer gulps down a sip of his black coffee. He quickly notices a picture frame of Yoongi and another familiar man: Taehyung. 

Namjoon still remembers Taehyung's words that cut his heart like a knife. 

“Even if Seokjin hyung and Jungkook took revenge by playing with your feelings, pretending to love you, and throwing you away like trash like you are, people like you deserve way worse.” 

That was the exact moment where Namjoon’s world turned upside-down. 

“I’ll be frank with you, Namjoon-ssi,” Yoongi begins, breaking Namjoon out of his thoughts. Namjoon continues to stare ahead at the wall behind Yoongi. 

Yoongi sighs, “It is okay to request for a change in partnership. You can work with another great producer other than me in this team, and I won’t take it personally. If you are uncomfortable with me, then let’s go ask for a switch.” 

Namjoon shakes his head immediately, “No, that won’t be necessary, Yoongi-ssi! There is no reason for me to be uncomfortable with you, and I would very much like to work with you.” 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, looking doubtful. “Are you sure? Please don’t force yourself, Namjoon-ssi. I hate it to make you feel uncomfortable in any way possible and potentially hinder your abilities. I have seen some of your works, and I know you have fantastic songwriting skills. Our boss will be understanding if there is a small switch-up.” 

A small smile forms on Namjoon’s lips. “Thank you for your consideration, but as I said, I am completely fine working with you. Thank you for your praise, and I am more than excited to work with an amazing producer such as yourself. Let’s push past our personal matters aside and work together as great colleagues, please.” Namjoon knows it will be quite awkward and he is a little uncomfortable right now, but to give up an opportunity like this over slight discomfort is out of the question. Besides…

Namjoon slightly shrugs and adds, “You didn’t do anything, Yoongi-ssi. Might I also add, you aren’t necessarily involved, so I shouldn’t have any qualms. Unless you aren’t feeling comfortable with this partnership.” 

Yoongi stares carefully at Namjoon. Namjoon awkwardly swallows, putting his hands together on his lap as the silence prolongs. Finally, Yoongi speaks again, “No, I do not have any problems working with you. In fact, I am honored to work with someone as brilliant as yourself.” Yoongi holds out his pale, small hand. 

Namjoon smiles wider this time and shakes his hand. “As do I. I will be in your care from now on, Yoongi-ssi.” 

Afterwards, he and Yoongi began to work on the new song Yoongi had been working on of the main titles for one of the company’s idol groups. Namjoon is immensely impressed by Yoongi’s production. Together, he and Yoongi worked on the melodies and some of the lyrics of the chorus. 

Hours passed, and his work shift ended. Miraculously, he was able to push past the awkwardness between him and Yoongi throughout the entire time. Yoongi is quite a reserved man, but he has so many brilliant ideas in his mind. 

Namjoon packs up his things and is ready to leave to return home until Yoongi suddenly calls out, “Wait, Namjoon.” Namjoon turns his head at lightning speed, a bit surprised from the lack of formality. He can tell that Yoongi was quite stunned himself with his own actions. 

Yoongi clears his throat, “Is it okay if I call you that?” Namjoon nods, and Yoongi sighs in relief. “My apologies, it's just… I was wondering how you are feeling. If you are okay sharing that with me, that is.” 

Namjoon’s shoulders sag a little. “Well… I’m feeling as best I can be. Thank you for asking.” 

“I see.” There is another pause. 

Then, “I am sorry.” 

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “W-what are you apologizing for, Yoongi-ssi? There is nothing you should apologize for–” 

“I know.” Namjoon closes his mouth when Yoongi begins to ramble a little, “I know I didn’t do anything exactly or could have done something that could have prevented all this. It’s just, I feel so much sorrow after knowing what happened. I know they are my friends, but I also know that they were in the wrong. For that, I am sorry.” 

Namjoon’s eyes linger down to the carpet floor after hearing Yoongi’s sincere apologies. Though it’s been a month since he had last seen or heard from them , they are still always the back in his mind. And to hear another apology around this time… 

“It’s fine. I’m just thankful you haven’t brought them up while we were working today,” Namjoon says quietly, gripping tightly onto his sleeves. 

“I won’t mention them, unless you ask.” Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask— 

Namjoon’s desires overpowered his logic. “A-actually… I was wondering… H-how are they doing?” Namjoon can feel his heart racing steadily faster after bringing them upon his own will. Are they doing okay? Are they happier now? Namjoon wants to know. 

Yoongi pauses, as if hesitant to answer Namjoon’s question. “Do you want to know?” 

“Yes.” 

Yoongi stares straight into Namjoon’s nervous eyes. “Okay. I will tell you.” Namjoon holds in his breath. 

“I don’t know when was the last time you last contacted them or how much you know about the changes in their relationship, but Seokjin and Jungkook are now officially separated. With Jungkook finding a steady part-time job and Seokjin resigning his position as vice-chairman of his father’s business, they are moving into different apartments on their own accord. They have broken up for a while now, but they are now going separate ways, both planning to not associate with each any longer. It was a big surprise to all of us too, but they were insistent with their decisions. I think they should be moving the last bits of their shared apartment to their own places right around now.”

 

 

 

 

 

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It is safe to say, Namjoon has never burst out of the room as swiftly as he did just now. Forgetting to bid Yoongi a good-bye, Namjoon flies out of Yoongi's office, his feet thundering down the stairs. 

Due to Namjon’s incredible speed, papers fly away just as people gasp in fear from the gust of wind Namjoon produced when fleeing out the doors. Namjoon has only one destination and two people in his mind right now. His body is moving on its own, and he can only think of the words, what the fuck.

There is no way. It couldn’t be, right? Why? 

Why did Seokjin and Jungkook break up? 

Don’t ask how Namjoon still remembers Seokjin’s address to this day, but that is where his feet are taking him. 


Jungkook lets out a quick grunt after dumping the last of the boxes on the trunk. It’s freezing outside, and Jungkook has been putting away boxes for over an hour now. He would like to get done with his as soon as possible so he can warm himself with some hot coffee or something. 

“Hanging in there Jungkook-ah?” his now ex- boyfriend’s voice calls out from the garage. 

“Yeah. Just one more, hyung, and we can get going,” Jungkook calls back. Even to this day, Jungkook feels weird calling Seokjin his ex, despite continuing to live together after the night they broke up. The reality that he and Seokjin are officially over probably hasn’t gotten to him yet since they’re still in love with each other, living underneath the same roof, and all that. But now, as Jungkook is storing all the memories of him and Seokjin into these cardboard boxes, the bubbling anxiety grows inside him. 

This is it. He is really going to go separate ways from Seokjin, his boyfriend of two years. If this was Jungkook from earlier this year, he would probably be bawling his eyes out. He probably would have no clue what to do without Seokjin by his side. He would also probably feel like he is nothing without Seokjin. 

And that was the big problem. It’s almost as if Jungkook was solely dependent on Seokjin and his love, and the mere thought of Seokjin leaving him drove him to despair. Jungkook almost did anything, everything he could to prevent the possible separation with Seokjin. After a wake up call, Jungkook realizes that what he was doing was unhealthy– for him and Seokjin both. 

But now, after days of talking with Seokjin and time of self-reflection, Jungkook decided upon himself to break up with Seokjin. Jungkook wants to change. He wants to change and heal for the better. He wants to be able to love his loved ones and himself properly without having this annoying voice pestering him with his dark thoughts that accumulated over his lifetime. 

And most of all, he wants to reform himself into a better, new person for him. With time, effort, and patience, he wants to be someone who will be a better friend, partner, or  companion for him , who continually gave Jungkook love and kindness he didn’t deserve. He wants to return to him one day as someone who is not only better and happier, but someone who can also give him a bit of happiness back. 

Speaking of him , Jungkook is starting to see a blurry image of him again as he steps away from the trunk. It’s quite normal to imagine him in the most random moments– after all, there isn’t a time where Jungkook isn’t missing him.  

But, this image of him is quite odd; a little vivid too. In fact, he looks a little angry? And why is Jungkook's imagination of him   getting bigger and bigger… Almost as if Namjoon is running at top speed, charging at him… 

“Jeon Jungkook! You big dummy!!” Huh. Imaginary Namjoon is screaming at him right now. 

Jungkook continues to stand still, squinting at the running figure who he thought was a part of his figment of imagination. Then, Jungkook learns that the furious looking Namjoon charging towards him is no imagination. He learns it in a painful way. 

The college student wasn’t prepared for it. He only had a split second of realization that the man dashing up his driveway was not imaginary Kim Namjoon. It was the real Kim Namjoon. And the next he knows, he is being tackled to the ground. 

“Oof… wha–?” Once Jungkook’s vision cleared, he found himself on his back with an enraged Namjoon on top of it. Jungkook’s heart leaps up to his throat, stunned that it’s really Namjoon that was sitting on top of him. 

What is going on? Why is Namjoon looking like he is about to explode? What is he doing here?

It seems like Namjoon also had similar questions as he has. 

“What the hell are you doing right now?” Namjoon growls, clutching onto Jungkook’s coat collar. 

Jungkook’s head is still spinning at the mere presence of Namjoon, so his lips move on their own, “I’m moving boxes to the car?” 

“No, not that. I mean, why did you and–” 

“Jungkook?” Seokjin calls out in concern. As soon as Seokjin steps out of the garage to see what was the commotion, the elder gasps in fright to see his ex on the ground with a person on top of him. “What the fuck, who the hell are you?! Get off from him!” 

Seokjin automatically stops his tracks when the person’s head lifts up and reveals his face– a rather gorgeous face that can make Seokjin’s heart beat like crazy in mere seconds. 

“Good, you’re here too,” Namjoon grunts, pulling himself off from the shocked Jungkook. 

Seokjin lets out another gasp, “N-namjoon? W-what are you doing here–” Seokjin immediately notices Namjoon’s attire, his red button nose, and his equally red ears. Shucking off his own trench coat, Seokjin urges, “H-how long were you outside wearing only that? Here, please take this. You must be cold–” 

Namjoon ignores Seokjin’s offer and furiously shakes his head. “No, no, you need to tell me right this instant. What the hell are you guys doing? What were you thinking? Why? I don’t get it!” While Namjoon was angrily expressing his frustrations, Jungkook finally got up from the ground, looking almost in daze even though he was being yelled at. It was the same with Seokjin. Although he was equally confused and worried about Namjoon, Seokjin couldn't help but feel a small ember in his heart relit after taking in the fact that Namjoon is standing in front of him. Sure, Namjoon seems to be angry with him and Jungkook for unknown reasons at the moment, but he’s right here. Seokjin missed him so much, and he couldn’t help but smile because of the happiness of finally seeing Namjoon again. 

But, Namjoon on the other hand, was not having it. After seeing a small small form on Seokjin’s lips along with fondness appearing in his eyes (nope, Namjoon is not feeling bubbly and warm right, definitely not), Namjoon’s voice increases in volume. “Why are you smiling right now? I’m seriously pissed, and I need answers. Why did you guys break up? Why are you going separate ways?” 

Finally, Seokjin and Jungkook realize the reason behind Namjoon’s current fury. The two give each other knowing glances, before going in closer to Namjoon despite his protests. 

“W-what are you doing? Don’t come too close– ” Namjoon says, stepping away from Seokjin, only to feel Jungkook’s chest against his back. Namjoon flinches from the contact, and he tries to create distance between him and the two men who were nearly surrounding him. 

Seokjin gently wraps his coat around Namjoon’s shoulders and whispers softly, “Don’t worry, we won’t be too close to you, I promise. Just have this right now to warm up, you’re freezing Namjoon.” Despite the frown on his face, Namjoon wraps the coat around his body. 

Making his way to Seokjin’s side, Jungkook nervously asks, “And about… that… Do you want to go inside and talk about it? We’ll tell you everything, but let’s get you warmed up first.” 

Namjoon can hear his own teeth chattering from the icy wind, so it looks like he has no choice. He was unable to feel the cold due to his fueling anger and his sprint towards their house from all the adrenaline, but now having Seokjin and Jungkook in front of him, all the energy he had previously was drained. He is incredibly cold right now, and being inside the apartment sounds nice. 

“Fine. But you better tell me everything once we’re inside,” Namjoon mutters, unconsciously clutching onto Seokjin’s coat around him a little tighter. 

Seokjin smiles again softly, “Of course. I wish we could provide you a small snack or a warm drink, but we packed everything away, so we only have the furniture we don’t need inside.” 

Namjoon shrugs, following them inside to their door, “That’s okay. I don't expect to stay here too long.” Jungkook hums in response. It was a forlorn hum, but he and Seokjin opened the door inside their house while closing their garage door. As Namjoon steps into their house, he does a double take from the interior. 

It was completely unrecognizable the last time he stepped into this place full of memories. What Namjoon once considered a castle is now a dull, empty looking penthouse. No longer were there giant paintings hanging on the walls, the expensive chinaware or glassware sitting on the shelves, or the 70 inch screen TV gleaming across the room. Everything was completely cleared and packed, just as if the previous occupants of the house were moving away forever. 

It feels unsettling. There were no traces left that reminded Namjoon of Jungkook or Seokjin. The trophies and medals on the walls that represented all of Jungkook’s college achievements, the collection of fluffy alpacas on the couches that represented Seokjin’s innocent side underneath his serious persona, all the photo frames of Seokjin and Jungkook that represented their love… 

They were all gone. 

And so, Namjoon makes it to one of the green couches that was once filled with stuffed animals, pillows, and the 70 inch TV in front of it. Seokjin sits across from Namjoon while Jungkook settles in the other end of the couch Namjoon was sitting on. 

“So um…” Seokjin begins softly. 

“Why did you guys break up?” Namjoon says, cutting to the chase. The pair of exes share a quick look. 

“Hyung… we… We talked about this for a while before making our final decision. We truly did, and we both agreed that this was the best decision,” Jungkook answers in a quiet voice with his eyes peering down toward the carpet. 

Seokjin adds, “We reflected. We reflected on our own and then reflected on our relationship together. We realized that our relationship was not healthy, and so we thought that it was best to go separate ways.” 

Namjoon’s eyes remained cold and firm. There was something else– he could see through Seokjin's facade just as easily as before. 

“And?” 

Seokjin blinks. Namjoon can see Jungkook freezing in the corner of his eyes. 

Namjoon heaves a sigh. “There’s something else. Please, tell me. Do I have to do anything with this break up at all?” Namjoon takes a moment to look straight into Seokjin’s nervous eyes, then Jungkook’s. He can also see the unsteadiness in the younger’s eyes. 

“Will you be mad?” Jungkook finally blurts. 

Namjoon huffs, “Mad? Of course I’m mad! Why would you guys break up because of me? Why would you guys break up at all? You guys just can’t do this.” 

“Why?” Namjoon opens his mouth to retort something back to Seokjin, but couldn’t find the right words to say at that moment. 

“Because… Because… That’s just unfair!” 

Seokjin stares back into Namjoon’s furious eyes, sadness filling in his very own. “Namjoon, how could we possibly move forward on our relationship when a huge chunk of it is gone? I know it sounds so unfair to you right now, but we talked about it. It doesn’t feel right. We also need to atone, and the only way to do that is to go through with this.” 

Namjoon shakes his head again. “No, no, no. This is completely wrong. This is beyond unfair. You can’t just do this, especially to me and everything that happened. I can’t be enough of a reason to break you two apart. There is no need for you two go through whatever you are planning to do to make up for me. Before I came into the picture, the two of you were madly in love. Yeah, there were some rough edges in your relationships, but that couldn’t ever get in between your–” 

“The reason our relationship had rough edges in the first place was because you weren’t there. You are the solution to our problems, hyung. You are our missing piece. We wouldn’t be complete without you… And we stupidly messed up by pushing you, our solution,  away.” Jungkook’s interruption silences Namjoon momentarily, who was stunned from the sudden confession.  

This allows Jungkook to continue, “I know what we are doing and what I have decided is completely selfish. I remember what you said during our final farewell. I wish I could keep my promise to you and be happy on your behalf, but I can’t. It’s impossible without you by my, no, our side. After returning home that day from your place, Jin hyung and I realized how our relationship had always been rough around the edges since the beginning, and it only shattered when we drove you away. But, you kindly lead us to the right direction, and while we can go that route–” 

“We don't want to, without you. It can, and will never be the same now that we know what it was like with you.” Seokjin finishes for Jungkook. 

Namjoon swallows, taking in everything Seokjin and Jungkook revealed just now. On one hand, Namjoon still finds these explanations incredibly unfair to him. How is he supposed to respond to that? How can he try and move on from his own life when they are doing stuff like these as if they want to… as if they want to redeem themselves back into his life? 

But on the other hand, Namjoon can’t help but feel a wave of relief. Why relief? Because Seokjin and Jungkook just confirmed that he is no third party– they really see him as an essential player in their relationship. Well, they emphasized that he was way more than that– there is no relationship without Namjoon. 

That was something Namjoon did not expect at all for them to say. Warmth begins to return to his cheeks. 

Still, Namjoon tries to argue, “You say these as if you both are planning to get me back? Is that what it is?” The two were silent at first, quickly flashing side glances to the other. 

It was Jungkook who answered this time “I know we have no right to even think about doing that at this time but… we are doing all this to hope one day, we can properly make it up to you and have you back in our lives in any way we can. And truthfully, I was the one who proposed this.” 

Namjoon did not expect this either. Jungkook was the one who wanted all this? 

“You?”  Namjoon asks breathlessly. 

Jungkook nods, “Yes. I was the one who brought this up, and I was also the one who wanted to break up with Seokjin hyung.” Namjoon turns his attention back to the eldest, who nods his head in agreement with Jungkook. 

Oh. Wow. So it really was Jungkook, not Seokjin who decided all this. 

Namjoon takes a deep breath, “I.. I don’t know what to say.” 

“You don’t have to say anything, Joon. In fact, you weren’t really supposed to know. Before we move on, how did you find out?” Seokjin asks. 

“Your friend, Yoongi. He’s my coworker now.” 

“Oh. Of course he would tell you,” Seokjin mutters. 

“So, wait, wait,” Namjoon huffs before they get side tracked, “ You two never intended to let me know? You were just going to break up, move to different places, and move on without telling me even though you are doing this because of me?” 

Jungkook looks down a bit shamefully, “Yeah… because not only were we not on speaking terms, but we were also worried we might upset you even more, which makes sense.  However, now that you know and we are here, I should tell you this.” 

Namjoon shifts his entire attention to Jungkook, who straightens his back with a fierce look of determination on his face. Clearing his throat, Jungkook tells Namjoon, 

“Before meeting you again, I thought I had nowhere to go if I lost Seokjin hyung. I truly believed he was my one, and if I had somehow lost him, that means I lost everything and all my chances in ever getting my fairy tale romance I always dreamed since I was kid. But, from what I learned from everything that happened between the three of us, those are the very flaws in my thinking. And so, I thought it would be best to break up with Seokjin hyung to improve myself. It’s my first step, and it might be the biggest step of my life, but I need this. I need to learn to not depend on Seokjin on everything, and I need to learn to live without him. It was not only unhealthy on me, but on him too.” 

Namjoon slowly nods at this. That makes sense, and Namjoon sees himself agreeing with what Jungkook admitted. But where is he going with this?

Jungkook continues as if he read Namjoon’s mind, “So I plan to go separate ways from him and survive on my own. I’ve been dependent on him financially, emotionally, and physically. I already found a steady part time job, and I am going to live with a roommate for a while before settling on my own. Along with that, I want to focus on my own passion while regularly going to counseling to heal properly. I know I should have gone to counseling before, but it’s never too late to restart and go to the right path this time. This may take months, even years, but my hope is that by the end of this long journey, I can transform into the person I want to be and return back to the people I love with a healthier mindset. But, really, there is only one person I want to return back to and repay all their kindness and love they deserve.” 

Namjoon almost forgot how to breathe for a second. He can feel Jungkook’s deep eyes staring into his soul as he finishes his last sentence. He’s talking about me. 

Jungkook smiles at Namjoon. And in a tiny whisper, Jungkook murmurs, “If they are willing to give me a chance to take me back in their life, that is. And if they do, I promise, I will do everything to treat them the very best they deserve.” 

Namjoon looks away briefly, face flushed bright red. His eyes wavered nervously towards Seokjin’s direction to see the other’s reaction from Jungkook’s entire spiel. Namjoon sees the elder only smiling proudly, body relaxed on the couch. 

This is crazy, Namjoon thinks. To think Jungkook would go so far to do this, But what about Seokjin? 

“I-i see… But what about Seokjin hyung?” Namjoon voices out his internal thoughts almost accidentally. 

Seokjin returns Namjoon’s curious gaze with a wider smile. “I, too, feel the same way as Jungkook. Joon, do you remember that one talk we had months ago? When I confessed my dream as a child?” 

Joon. Namjoon misses hearing that nickname from Seokjin. Namjoon nods again, not breaking their intense eye contact. 

“Well, I also think it’s a great time for me to restart. Yoongi might have already told you, but I recently quit my job as vice chairman to go back to school. Meeting you reminded me who I was before and who I wanted to be before hastily taking this position that never spoke to me. Everything was handed to me including this high position, competition was always fierce, and everything came a bit too easily to me since I had natural skills in business. All these influenced my bad traits like impatience, greed, and apathy. Jungkook warmed up my heart, but my bad traits harmed him and our relationship. And in the end, it tore apart all my chances of happiness, which included you and Jungkook. So, I resigned and applied to medical school. I want to find myself again, strive for my original passion, and also heal in my own way.” 

Namjoon can’t help but get teary eyed. He was so proud of his hyung for pursuing his previous career choice. Though most would say that it is too late to change, Seokjin took the risk and dropped everything to start all over again. 

“I’m so proud of you, hyung,” Namjoon says softly. 

Seokjin swallows hard. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you.” Before Namjoon could say anything else, Seokjin sits straight up, which grabs Namjoon’s immediate attention yet again. He says to Namjoon, “Like Jungkook, not only do I want to restart my career, but I want a restart with all of my relationships. I want to be a better son, friend, lover, and good person overall. I wasn’t the sweetest–” 

Both Jungkook and Namjoon made a noise of protest, causing Seokjin to chuckle, “Stop guys, I was only sweet and soft to you two, but not to others. Especially to my rivals, I was a menace. I probably have more enemies than friends, and I want to change that. I never liked making enemies, but that was a requirement when you’re top in businesses. And building up these bad traits made me blind to Jungkook’s needs and our relationship.I should have been more mindful and more patient. But most of all, I started this stupid game that caused you so much pain, Namjoon. I just want to be a better person after all this and make up to everyone I have wronged in the past, starting with you. Because there is no way to make up for what I have done to you, and I can only hope you will be willing to give me a chance after a fresh start.” 

It is safe to say that all of them are close to tears at this point, but mostly Namjoon. Trying to hold back the tears, Namjoon asks so softly, “Y-you both… are doing all this f-for me? To really start all over to make it up to me?” 

Without hesitation, Seokjin and Jungkook nod. 

“We talked about this every day. All of our plans, our hopes, and our reasons trace back to you, hyung. We know we don’t deserve forgiveness or even another chance… but we don’t want to lose you without a fight. We can’t even continue this relationship knowing you are out there, the last piece to our puzzle. But to earn a place in your life, whether it just be friends or partners, we have to change ourselves,” Jungkook says. 

Namjoon can’t help but ask, “And if I never give you a chance again, what then? Will you still not get together in the end?” Namjoon already knows that there will never be a world where Namjoon refuses to give these two another chance. Not after they lay their hearts like they are right now, and especially not after revealing their heartfelt desires to change for him. 

Seokjin answers easily, “Then I guess Jungkook and I will have to move on, knowing the fact that we have a missing piece in our hearts gone for the rest of our lives. But if you are happy and in good hands, then I can live with that and move on happily.” 

“Me too,” Jungkook agrees. 

It’s almost too much. They really mean it when they say that their relationship does not exist without him. They love him. Both Seokjin and Jungkook… and they are determined to prove it to him even without the promise of Namjoon returning back to their side. 

They’re insane, but Namjoon likes that. He is insane too, and that makes the three of them even more imperfectly perfect together. 

“I see now.” 

Namjoon can’t help but grin upon seeing Seokjin and Jungkook peering down to the floor in embarrassment after realizing how much they poured their feelings out. But he isn’t in any better position with his ears and cheeks flaming red. 

How can anyone not swoon after hearing all that? 

“I guess that’s that,” Seokjin whispers before swallowing hard. Namjoon sees Seokjin blinking nervously, looking straight into his eyes and then darting back to the watch on his wrist. Clearing his throat, Seokjin starts, “T-that’s all you needed to know. W-we should start leaving soon, but we would love to drop you off or–” 

“Hold on. I want to say some things first before we all go separate ways.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened adorably. “Oh hyung, you don’t need to respond to us. You can honestly tell us to fuck off and we would–” 

Namjoon chuckles, “You know I won’t do that, Jungkook-ah. But after everything you two have said, I think it deserves a response.” Both Seokjin and Jungkook remain silent, eyes wide and glimmering with hope. Namjoon smiles gently at this, and feels encouraged to utter what he has to say next. 

“I think… I also think that taking these steps will be good for both of you. There’s still a part of me that can’t understand why you have to break up to do this, but if you really meant what you said earlier about me… Then I just want to say I wish you the best of luck.” 

From this, Seokjin releases a sigh of relief while Jungkook’s eyes begin to water. 

“Hyung…” 

“Namjoon-ah…” 

Namjoon holds up a hand to continue talking. “I know you don’t intend to tell me to wait for you guys–” 

Seokjin immediately butts in, “Of course not. You have all the right to move on and find your own happiness, Joon.” 

“Seokjin hyung is right. This doesn’t mean we want you to wait for us and hold you back. L-like you said to me long ago. Explore to your heart’s content, hyung.” 

Namjoon smiles again, heart beating in joy at their words. Maybe. Just maybe, there is a flicker of light at the end of this tunnel. 

“Okay. I know. That’s why I want to wish you luck. While I won’t be waiting, I do hope you succeed. And if the stars align again in the future, but properly this time, then maybe we can all start fresh.” Namjoon doesn’t know which one of them cried first, but by this point, all three of them are a sniffling mess. And the wide gap between them became non-existent. 

Namjoon may never know who shed the first tear, but he knows that he was the first one to have his arms open. Both Seokjin and Jungkook eagerly swarmed in. And now, they are in their unique three-way hug as Namjoon whispers between them “I hope for a future where you two prove to me that you really meant your words. That you found yourselves and wanting to come back into my life. However long it will take, you know where I work. And if I am ready by then, maybe things can be different this time.” 

Namjoon feels Jungkook’s arms tighten around him and Seokjin’s waists. He also hears the younger whimper, “I swear. If you two give me another chance in the years to come, I promise to treat you guys better. I promise to make you the happiest you can be.” 

Namjoon sees Seokjin wiping his red eyes, more distraught than any of them. Both he and Jungkook tuck their heads under their hyungs’ broad shoulders in comfort as Seokjin whispers, “I don’t deserve this. I caused you two so much trouble. Why are you guys so.. It would be best if I never show up–” 

Namjoon refuses to let Seokjin finish his sentence. 

“No. I don’t want to lose you two forever. Wounds can heal, and things don’t have to work right the first time. We still have time, and I am willing to have our fates tie us together again in the future.” 

After those words, Seokjin and Jungkook became a crying mess. Namjoon joins them soon after. There were more words of promises, vows, and hope thrown between them. Namjoon happily basks in Seokjin and Jungkook’s embrace, indulging this special kind of warmth for the last time. No, it’s not the very last time. Just the last time until who knows how long, maybe months or years. 

Namjoon has a feeling he won’t forget these fuzzy feelings he gets whenever he’s with Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook. While it is true that being with them led him to the biggest heartbreak he experienced in his life, being with them was unlike anything else he had experienced in his previous relationships before. He grew to love them, and he still loves them even today. 

Yes, he’s still healing from the scars of their mistakes, but now that he has time to heal and hope down the road, Namjoon feels as if some weight has been lifted off from his shoulders. 

This is the kind of closure he needed. Though they are saying their goodbyes, each going on their own unique paths, this isn’t a definite goodbye forever. And Namjoon is leaving knowing the fact that he was never just a toy to them. 

He is a part of them.  

There is also a vow that is keeping them tied together by the red string of fate. The vow made by Jungkook and Seokjin for Namjoon– to return back as a better person, friend, or partner. 

And it's up to Namjoon in the future who will decide to give future Seokjin and Jungkook another chance when, not if, they come back to him. 

 

 

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4 years later 

“Thank you so much for your help, Dr. Kim,” a patient says happily, waving goodbye to the handsome man who was kindly opening the door for her. 

Seokjin beams, “Please Linda, call me Seokjin. And I am always happy to help you.” 

Linda blushes, nervously tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “T-then have a good rest of your night, Seokjin–ssi.” The woman leaves with a bright face, but the smile never leaves on her lips. From this, Seokjin smiles fondly. 

Tired from a long shift, Seokjin yawns while stretches out his tired limbs. One of his close colleagues, Dahyun, pops her head in and announces, “Seokjin oppa, good work today. Wanna take the rest of the day off? Doctor already told me to tell you that you’re free to go.” 

Seokjin hums mindlessly as he makes his way to his desk chair. He checks the time and finds that it’s already 5 pm. So he’s been here for 10 hours. Maybe taking the rest of the day off sounds good but… 

Seokjin loves his job. And though he is tired and his bones are already aching, Seokjin isn’t too thrilled to return back to his apartment anytime soon. 

“I don’t know–”

Dahyun huffs a noise of disapproval, “Oppa, you should just call it a day and rest. Or I don’t know, go to the club, the bar, and get laid. Don’t waste your handsome face like that.” 

Seokjin rolls his eyes and snorts, “Gee, very professional, Dahyun. Also, I do not have the youthful energy or the time to do things like clubbing or get laid.” 

Dahyun rolls her eyes this time. “It’s because you’re not using your time wisely and making yourself rot here every day. We are all grateful for how much work you put in, but you also need some break. You deserve some good di–” 

“If you dare finish that sentence, I am going to kick you out of my office.” 

“You would never, oppa.” 

Suddenly, there was a soft knock behind Dahyun. Seokjin furrows his eyebrows, wondering who could be knocking at his office when he recalls Dahyun putting up the “CLOSED” sign on his door. 

Dahyun huffs, “The sign says closed! Please come by later or there are other offices available!” There was no immediate response. 

Then, “Is this not Dr. Kim’s office?” Seokjin freezes in his seat. 

That voice. He still remembers it as clear as day. It’s a voice he will never forget, and is still haunting in his dreams every night. It’s like his body is going through an automatic shut down, but his heart is racing faster and faster at the realization of who is behind that very door. 

It’s been four years. It’s been four fucking years since… since… 

A huge lump already gets caught in his throat. He finally snaps back to reality when Dahyun answers, “Yeah, but he is done with his shift today– wah, oppa?!” Seokjin zips past the young physician assistant, flings himself to the door and swings it wide open. 

Seokjin breath hitches, and he stands there dumbly as he is now face to face with none other than Jeon Jungkook, his ex from four years ago. 

Seokjin doesn’t know what he was expecting, but he was definitely not expecting this – Jungkook, looking bigger, brighter, and even more handsome than ever, was holding two bouquets of flowers in his hands. Yet, his signature, wide doe eyes is the first thing Seokjin catches, and the two reunited, ex-lovers stared at each other in trance for a brief moment. 

“Hyung.” Just one word uttered from Jungkook’s lips causes Seokjin to move without thinking. He flings his arms around the younger, who stumbles backwards from the unexpected hug. Yet, because of his sturdiness, he held his ground as he leaned into his hyung’s embrace. 

Seokjin’s body is now shaking, tears already making their way out of his eyes as he cries into Jungkook’s neck. 

“It’s you. You came. You really came back to me,” Seokjin cries, squeezing Jungkook tighter as if he will disappear soon. 

Jungkook closes his eyes, taking in everything of Seokjin’s touch, scent, and presence. He lets Seokjin cry, lets himself also shed a few tears, and through it all, he holds Seokjin in his arms. 

Then, Jungkook whispers, “Yes. I’m here, just as I promised, hyung. I’m here to take you back, if you are willing to have me again. I will treat you right this time.” Seokjin chuckles through his tears, and he feels Jungkook slowly letting go. Seokjin lets out another choke when Jungkook hands one of the bouquets to him– red roses and rumex flowers. His birth flower. 

Seokjin takes the flowers happily and hugs it, feeling so warm from the gift. Like a young couple who just got together, he and Jungkook continued to stare at each other with wide, shy smiles. They took their sweet time drinking in the sight of each other, admiring their changed features and turning this moment as if they are the only ones in this room. 

Except they are not alone. Dahyun clears her throat, popping whatever bubble they created in this room. 

“Um, I think I am interrupting something so I’ll be going now,” the female says sheepishly, excusing herself out of the room. Despite the small interruption, Seokjin pays no mind, only keeping Jungkook in his line of sight. 

Jungkook has changed so much, and it’s only the physical appearance he is seeing. Jungkook’s hair grew longer, curlier even. He has beautiful tattoos running along in one of his arms, and speaking of arms, Seokjin can tell Jungkook has been dedicated to the gym. 

Wow. It’s really been four long years since he had last seen him. 

“You look good,” Seokjin says finally after minutes of silence and ogling each other. 

Jungkook smiled bashfully. “You too, hyung. You always looked good, but you’re looking even brighter.” 

Then, Seokjin notices the other bouquet in Jungkook’s left hand. Gorgeous array of daffodils, clematis, and peonies. Seokjin’s heart pounds again, knowing who they are for. Would… would Seokjin be able to see him again soon? 

Jungkook takes notice of Seokjin’s eyes on the other bouquet. Jungkook’s smile widens, taking in this bouquet closer to his chest. He then reaches out a hand to Seokjin. 

“Would you like to come along, hyung? Will you join me in finding my other love?” Seokjin glances at the gentle hand out in front of him, and then back to the flowers representing Kim Namjoon. Heart bursting now, Seokjin takes Jungkook’s hand and interlocks his fingers with Jungkook’s. 

“Let’s go to him. Our love.” 


At the heart of downtown soul stands a tall, company building known for their talented artists whose success reached overseas. And one of the masterminds behind these artists’ and idol groups is none other than Kim Namjoon, age 28, who is currently tapping his pencil to the rhythm of the new melodies given by one of the top producers of his company. 

After many hits written under his name, Namjoon is now the main songwriter of this company, having an equal standing with the CEO Bang PD. It took some time and of course faced countless obstacles, but Namjoon is flourishing more than ever. So many fans all over the world recognize how amazing these songs are thanks to his pen, and he now has fans of his own because of his lyricism. 

Now, in the middle of April, Namjoon is cooking up another hit song for the company’s explosive group, TXT. He would have finished the second verse by now if it weren’t for his obnoxious bff, Nayeon, who was sitting on his desk, nagging away yet again. 

“Oppa, come on. How long are you going to stay here, cooped up in your studio? You promised that you’re gonna reply to Jackson today!” Nayeon scolds, crossing one of her legs in frustration.

Namjoon stops his tapping and opens his mouth in shock. “Oh crap, I did promise to meet up with him tonight, didn’t I? “ 

Nayeon shoots her best friend an unimpressed glare. “You promised me that you won’t stand up another date night this time, oppa.” 

“I know, I know. I really do want to go, Nayeon-ah. At our last coffee meeting, Jackson and I had a great conversation.” 

“Well good. You need a break and some fun in your life,” Nayeon scoffs. 

Namjoon pouts, “I do have some fun! We went to the movies together last weekend, remember?” 

“Oh yeah? What did we watch? Do you remember the ending?” 

“... I slept, didn't I?” 

“Mhm.” 

There was a call from his work phone. Nayeon returns to her cell phone while Namjoon picks up the telephone. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello, RM-ssi?” the receptionist greets. 

“Yes, this is RM. What can I do for you?” 

“We have two visitors looking for you. They don’t seem to be affiliated with music companies or that matter but… Do you have a meeting by any chance with uh… a doctor and idol-looking man? One of them has flowers.” 

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion. No, he wasn’t expecting anyone today. 

“I do not actually.” 

“Perhaps they are fans?” They could be. It wouldn’t be the first time fans have reached out to him with gifts through his workplace. 

But for some reason, Namjoon feels a tingling sensation inside his stomach. 

A doctor and a handsome fellow… 

“Can you ask them their names?” There was some shuffling across the other line and then some murmurs. 

“Oh, they said their names are Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook. They said they can leave if your doors are still closed. Should I tell them that you are technically not closed but–” 

Namjoon stops listening to the employee’s voice after that. 

Like all those years ago, the same, fuzzy and warm feelings return to his chest. It’s been so long since he had the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach. Even though all his dates were going along fine, none were as memorable or as meaningful as the ones he had with them

Well, he thinks there is potential between him and Jackson. However, fate once again is playing its cards almost mischievously– he has the two men who he still thinks of till this day even after four years of not seeing them standing at the front door. Literally.

Nayeon notices Namjoon’s strange behavior, probably with the way he is now clutching onto the telephone like it was his lifeline. 

“Is everything alright?” Nayeon asks. 

Namjoon turns to face his best friend with wide eyes and blush creeping into his cheeks. He utters softly, “They’re here. They came back.” He didn’t need to specify who “they” are. He knows that Nayeon already knows. 

Nayeon stares into Namjoon’s eyes, face looking serious and stern. “You have a date tonight,” she says. Namjoon just nods, eyes darting back to the phone, to his door, and then to his phone. 

“Hello? RM-ssi?” the receptionist frantically calls for Namjoon. 

Ignoring him, Nayeon huffs and says to Namjoon, “It’s your choice, oppa. The door is right there. They’re only a few floors beneath us. Do you want to go or turn away and meet Jackson instead?” 

Namjoon swallows, hand still squeezing tightly onto the phone. His heart is still beating erratically, and he can hear the clock ticking loudly against his ear. He closes his eyes, listing out the pros and cons internally, but then comes to a quick realization that he already knows in his heart who he is going to choose. 

Pushing up his glasses and rolling down his sleeves, Namjoon stands up from his chair. With a smile on his face, he tells the receptionist, “Tell them…” Then, he hangs up, sitting back down onto his leather chair. 

Nayeon raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Are you sure about this, oppa?” Namjoon doesn’t say anything, but the smile never leaves on his face. 

“Yeah. I think I am ready.” 

And the knob slightly turns, opening the way of the new chapter of Seokjin, Jungkook, and Namjoon’s lives.