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Jungkook grit his teeth at the sight of jimin curled up in namjoon’s lap, his eyes carefully following how the older’s curves perfectly fit into the larger man’s embrace. Fuck, im staring. With that he averted his gaze to the unwashed glasses lazily left on the coffee table and went to pick them up, not caring that he was obstructing the couple’s view of the tv. Jimin opened his mouth to say something but ignored his urge to when he noticed the younger purposefully avoiding eye contact, which was beyond unusual. Jungkook came and left the room silently, namjoon paid no mind to him, eyes staying fixed on the tv, some nature documentary was playing but it blurred into the background at some point.
“Hey joon?” jimin looked up at him, head tilting, his blond hair messily covering his forehead, joon wasted no time to respond, a soft hum. Jimin continued, “do you think koo’s alright?” his tone was worrisome that caused namjoon to look down and meet his boyfriend’s eyes.
With a gentle hand he brushed away a strand of hair and tucked it behind jimin’s hair, and placed a kiss on his exposed forehead, “im sure he’s fine baby, why?” his voice stable and reassuring, that was something jimin loved about him,no matter what the situation was or how anxious jimin was, namjoon was always his rock, a steady body he could rely on.
Jimin looked at the empty doorway, where jungkook had previously been standing. “I donno.. He just seemed a bit off” jimin added on, maybe he was overthinking but he would rather be sure.
Namjoon hummed in response, “i see, i mean if you think so minie then you can go check up on him?” he suggested, picking the remote up to find something new to watch, “it might make you feel better” jimin nodded and made his way off namjoon’s lap, kissed him on the cheek and headed over to the kitchen.
When Jimin arrived in the kitchen, he heard no noise, he looked in and jungkook was just standing there, quietly, dishes in hand and the tap running hot water, the sink was letting off steam. Jimin waited a few moment to see if the younger would notice him walking in, a long minute passed with nothing, no movement.
“Hey Jungkook?” he tried to tone down the concern on his voice. The younger’s shoulder flinched and he looked back.
“Oh fuck” he cursed “Shit Jimin you scared me” Jungkook finally turned the tap off and looked back at the older, “Sorry i was sort of just zoned out”
“Yeah i could tell” Jimin watched closely as jungkook’s eyes danced around the kitchen, once again purposefully ignoring him. “Are you feeling okay? You seem a little off today” he questioned but it was met with silence, “is it school?” he watched the younger awkwardly shuffle.
There wasn’t a huge age difference between the three of them but it was definitely enough to warrant the question, Jungkook was still only 19 whereas Jimin was 22 and Namjoon 25, Jungkook’s known jimin longer but namjoon and him were still close but he oftentimes found himself getting shy around the older, simply because hes 6 years old, it was intimidating for him.
“No, nothing like that, im fine” he was convincing no one but what else was he supposed to do? Tell jimin how he felt? How much his heart broke everytime he saw him with namjoon hyung? How badly he wanted to be part of their relationship? It wouldnt matter anyway, Jungkook tutted away the thought and turned around again, turning the sink on to finish washing the dirty pile of dishes. Whatever, just fuck off. He thought, obviously he didnt mean it, he wanted nothing more than Jimin’s presence.
Not a moment passed after he started scrubbing that he felt jimn’s arms embrace him, digging into the cave of his neck and inhaling. Jungkook’s breath hitched, he felt the cloth around his crotch tighten but he ignored it, ignored jimin’s warm breath on his neck, how it tickled him, how he wanted to pin jimin against the wall and makeout with him, he ignored it. Fuck was he ignoring it? Jimin Jimin Jimin Jimin Jimin. He felt dizzy on jimin’s natural scent with every shaky breath, something floral, something vanilla, a hint of coconut blessed the air.
“Cmonnnn kooo, you can tell me anything” Jimin’s voice has never sounded so sensual to him, he felt every single word in his blood, he felt his cock twitch at the little smile he could hear, his mind was blank and all he could think of was jimin. Jimin let out a whine and tightened his hug around jungkook’s waist, he inhaled.
Fuck. Oh well.
“Jimin?” the sudden voice caused him to perk up from the comfortable croak of jungkook’s neck, he was met with big doe eyes staring at him, he looked up with his ones, tilting his head higher to make eye contact. Jungkook wiggled out of jimin’s embrace, the air hung in heavy silence for a minute before Jungkook leaned in and pressed his lips against Jimins.
The kiss was messy at first, his mind was going crazy, he didnt understand what he was doing or why he was doing it or why jimin was letting him- wait jimin is letting him? Hes really kissing Jimin and hes kissing back.Something took over Jungkook’s mind, hes waited years for this exact moment, he walked until he pushed Jimin against a wall, one hand playing in his blond locks, one hand dancing on the circle on his back. Jimin let out a soft moan into the kiss causing Jungkook to push in deeper, tongues fighting, saliva mixing, the wet sound echoing in the big kitchen and thats when they heard noise in the living room, Jimin instantly pushed jungkook off and wiped his lip.
Jungkook looked dumbfounded, thinking he had won jimin but apparently not. Wild eyes traced over the mess he mad of Jimin, his face was flushed, rosy blush, his eyes looking hazed, hair messier than before and lips red and plump - the younger’s cock twitched admiring him, he did that to jimin, hes so beautiful.
Footsteps then namjoon entered the kitchen not a moment later, he looked over at jungkook who was awkwardly standing near the counter, obviously not doing anything and then his gaze darted to Jimin who looked away at first sight, his face was still flushed, Namjoon would be able to tell straight away. He understood straight away, Jungkook’s eyes widened when Namjoon glared at him, a short stern sentence followed, “Jungkook go to your room.” Frightened, he obeyed but not before peeking one more glass at his jimin who winced at the unfamiliar voice.
Jungkook went to his room, shut the door but held his ear against the door trying to listen, he assumed there would be an argument but he’s never really experienced one from them.
Namjoon walked over to Jimin, towering over him silently, dangerously. He said nothing, waiting for jimin to start apologising or explaining or something but the shame overtook the younger and he was left speechless, standing helplessly with his lower lip quivering.
He managed to get out a squeaky “im sorry” but that didn’t help his situation at all. Namjoon grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him back causing a yelp to leave his lips, eyes already pooling with tears jimin shrunk under namjoon’s hard gaze.
“What did you say?” no emotion, he hated when his joonie was like this, so difficult to read and he couldnt understand where the lines was, he didnt understand what he was okay with so he always let joon treat him however he wanted.
“Im sorry, sir” jimin somehow choked out between quiet sobs, still trying not to break down in the moment. Namjoon dropped his head to normal without letting go of the harsh grip on his hair, he let out a whimper of pain but quickly shut himself up.
“You’re so filthy you know” Namjoon was never one to get angry often but when he gets angry, he gets really fucking angry. Nothing is off the table, theres been times where hes forced jimin to do things, hit him or just verbally abuses him, completely breaks him down but its only sometimes so Jimin doesnt mind it, because hes good for Joon most of the time its just sometimes he messes up and needs a little reminder of who actually is in charge.
In these times, when namjoon just wants to say mean things, jimin stays quiet and agrees.
“Yes sir” he lets his head hang low.
“You’re a fucking whore and you always have been, its how you got my attention and now youre trying to get the attention of a teenager?” Joon mocked.
Jimin raised his head, first mistake, his big eyes glancing at joon, filled with tears he protests “no.. sir its not lik-” before jimin can finish his sentence he feels a harsh slap hit his cheek, he yells out a cry and tries to cup his cheek but stops himself, he just looks down again, ignoring the burning on the side of his face, he sobs, tears dripping onto the tiles beneath them.
“You’re so fucking desperate for cock that you’re forgetting how to behave” joon grit through his teeth, he was testing jimin.
“Yes sir, im sorry sir” jimin agreeds again, between sobs he was barely audible but it was enough to satisfy joon’s sadistic pleasure.
“Is one cock not enough for you?” He asked, jimin felt so worthless in that moment, like some trashy prostitute or something.
“It is sir..” he answered quietly, his head still hung low and being careful with his tone.
“Then why do you wanna fuck Jungkook?” Silence, Jimin had no idea how to answer.. Sure hes thought about it but would him and jungkook really have gotten together if namjoon hadnt interrupted them?
Jimin just shook his head as best as he could against the older’s strong grip.
“No? You didnt wanna fuck him?” Namjoon’s tone was sick, twisted, he enjoyed making Jimin feel this way especially when he believes he deserves it.
Jimin shook his head again, “no sir.. I only want you”
“Oh yeah?” namjoon scoffed, he was in disbelief. “Come” pulling jimin by the hair he dragged him up the stairs, whines and cries, pathetic attempts at loosing Namjoon's grip were hopeless as jimin stupidly stumbled behind namjoon trying to keep up. A mix of yelps and “sir please”s escaped the younger’s mouth and it continued like this until they reached jungkook’s room. Jimin turned his head cautiously wondering what namjoon was thinking but his gaze fell when the older looked back at him cocking a brow.
Namjoon finally let go of jimin’s hair and his scalp burned, he knocked on the door and instructed Jungkook to open it, Jungkook who had been trying to eavesdrop on the whole conversation anyway knew they were coming. He opened the door and nervously let the two in, his eyes immediately went to jimin and his heart broke: tear strained cheeks, and one was particularly red, quivering lips and messy hair, his eyes lowered to jimins fingers and he watched as the older clawed at himself, digging into his own skin and then his eyes fell to his feet, an awkward timid fashion of standing, he was more nervous than jungkook was.
He next moved his attention to namjoon and instantly felt weaker, a hard gaze and stern look, jungkook tried not to make eye contact with him, hyung was really mad.
Jungkook worked up the courage to speak. “Um..” what was he supposed to ask right now? Fuck. “um.. Is there something you need hyung?” joon smiled at jungkook’s shyness and he looked over at jimin who was just as confused.
“Go on jimin” jimin could tell his puzzled expression was starting to annoy joon so he quickly responded.
“sir.. I dont know..” he spent a second analysing joon’s face, hoping his response wasnt bad enough to earn another hit.
Sir? Jungkook stared at jimin, he was like a completely different person. All nervous and whimpery, it was weird to see his confident flirty hyung in that way.
Namjoon sighed, dissapointed. “Alright i’ll help you. Jungkook take your trousers off” WHAT? Both jimin and jungkook looked at joon though he was crazy, big eyes, mouth wide and speechless, they both looked like stupid puppies and it was adorable for joon to see.
“Hyung thats-” he was cut off with joon raising a finger, jungkook shut up without realising. Joon walked up to him and jimin stayed still. Jungkook stared at the floor watching his shoes the whole time, hyung hyung is hyung gonna hit me? Huh no why would he but he hit minie..
“Jungkook, are you just as stupid as Jimin? Can't you follow simple instructions either?” the cold voice sent a chill down koo’s spine, his whole body flinched. Namjoon flicked his forehead and he took it as a warning, Jungkook let out a small gasp of pain.
“N-no hyung.. Ill do it” he scurriedly took his jeans off while joon carefully watched, eventually he was left in just his boxers and the precum that leaked from his little kiss with jimin earlier had created a wet patch, clearly visible for the both of them but joon paid no attention to it.
“Go sit on the bed, legs spread, okay?” a simple instruction, jungkook nodded and obeyed. He didn’t know what was going on, all he knew was that hyung was acting weird and the whole situation was kind of weird… but he obeyed.
A little clumsily, jungkook went to sit on the bed and got comfortable. Namjoon finally glared over at jimin again “hey you come here” it was in a harsh tone, not loving at all, jungkook felt bad but too powerless to actually do anything to help him. Jimin walked over as soon as he could, namjoon once again grabbed his hair but this time forced him down on his knees in front of jungkook’s crotch.
“Hyung-” jungkook was silenced once again with a finger.
“You know Jungkook you talk an awful lot, you should be more like jimin and learn when to shut up” jungkook looked at jimin who’s gaze hadnt lifted from the floor, he felt a knot in his stomach with namjoon’s words, hyung so mean.. “Isnt that right, jimin?” namjoon tugged on jimin’s hair forcing a nod out of him as the younger whimpered in pain beneath him. “Downstairs jimin said he doesnt want you” namjoon looked at jungkook, his breath hitched, a part of him broke away and he coulnt tell how genuine either of them were being, he didnt understand what his role in all this was supposed to be.
Namjoon looked back at jimin, “you getting hungry looking at the cock in front of you, whore?” namjoon teased, his voice was condescending and dehumanisisng, jimin shook his head but still kept it low. “no?” Namjoon jerked his arm forward causing jimin to move with it, jimins puffy pink lips now touching the fabric of jungkook’s boxers, he felt his growing bulge right under his mouth. “Aww look at that, tongue out” jimin obeyed, he started toguing jungkook’s cock through his boxers as the younger let out pants as he leaked more precum.
“Isn’t he such a whore jungkook?” Jungkook looked at namjoon then jimin then back at joon, unsure what to say he stayed silent. He met the same fate as jimin and felt a slap across his face causing him to jolt back, he cried out a “ow” before replying, tears swelling in his eyes “yes hyung.. J-jimin is a whore” it hurt him to say those words, he watched the betrayal set into the older’s eyes and felt like he had betrayed himself, which in a way he did.
“See jiminie, even your baby koo things youre a whore” Namjoon cooed at jimin shoving his face deeper into jungkook’s crotch causing him to let out a whine, Jimin's choked breaths coming out unsteady through the tears.
“Jungkook take it out” and he did, jungkook learnt his lesson not to disobey, the lasting sting on his cheek reminded him to not be stupid when he could get seriously hurt.
Jungkook’s cock was a slightly bigger than average length but it was girthy, it would definitely be a challenge for jimin to take. He watched it spring out with big eyes, his tongue still out and drool dribbling down the sides of mouth.
“Oh wowww jiminie such a big cock for you isnt it?” that condescending tone melt his brain away, jimin looked at him, eyes hazy, looking stupid. The drool on his face, eyes vacant, flushed cheek and teary. Jimin didnt realise he was nodding, jungkook watched the interaction carefully, he felt his dick ache for touch. “How about you just watch koo’s big cock?” jimin whined, he was already getting desperate, although hes trying not to be a whore.. In this moment all he can think about is the cock right in front of him. “Look at you, stupid cock whore and you said you didnt want him”
Namjoon landed a slap on jimin’s face and then another and another, jungkook watched, he didnt dare move yet flinched at every smack - jimin was a shaking mess on the floor, trying his best to cover his face from another attack he cried into namjoon’s feet and kissed them as an apology. Namjoon watched amused and let him finish only when his body started to actually ache.
“Good” he let jimin sit up again and watch Jungkook's cock, “God you look so cock-drunk, its disgusting dont you have any self respect?” Namjoon asked, watching the younger shrink in his spot.
Jungkook’s arousal was only growing astronically, with every passing second he watched jimin nuzzle his face into his balls, look up at his cock like it was the best meal he could ask for – he needed to feel jimin’s mouth but he was too scared to do anything himself, he let namjoon control the situation, looking up at him with pleading puppy eyes, Namjoon looked down, a smirked played on his lips, “wanna feel jiminies warm mouth koo?” eyes lighting up, he nodded, way too eagerly. “Go ahead jimine” namjoon sat on the bed lazily and watched jimin fix his posture and position his mouth at the tip of koo’s cock.
It starts slow, his tongue wraps around the tip a few times, he licks its full length up and down, holding eye contact, it was something out of a porno. Jungkook watched, his fingers already gripping the sheets, jimin used his spit as lube, the motions were rhythmic, up and down, the “glug-glug” sound echoing through the otherwise quiet room. Jimin's mouth moved down to Jungkook's balls while he kept stroking his cock with his small slender fingers, sucking on them making a “pop” sound. He let out a groan when jimin comes back up and starts deepthroating his cock.
“F-fuck” jungkook’s fingers making their way into the tangle of jimin’s hair, he thrusts into his mouth, he can feel the build up.
“Like a pro, right koo?” Namjoon added, he seemed content but jungkook was in a whole different world, eyes closed he just whimpered in agreement. Jimin’s eyes rolled back, his pace increasing as he could tell the younfer was close to his orgasm.
“Stop.” Namjoon stood up, his cold cutting voice causing jimin to immediately obey, jungkook whined in response, a chain of “please hyung”s and “ill be good” he shut up almost immediately when joon darted a glare at him. Jungkook was feeling extra sensitive now, his whole body aching, his crotch area felt so tense it was painful, tears spilled from his eyes and he grabbed joon’s hands and pressed it against his forehead, an obvious sign of begging.
The pit in his stomach grew, his nerves was beyond comprehensible “hyung.. Hyung please..” he begged over and over but namjoon simply snatched his hand away, sort of in disgust, and ignored his pleas causing the younger to sniffle, this was torture.
Namjoon walked over to the bedside table and took out a... knife? Just what else what namjoon planning for them?