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Yoongi’s probably the best roommate Jin has ever had. Their personalities were complementary, interests the same, and neither of them loved anything more than sleeping. That doesn’t always mean they got enough sleep, both of them working so hard to be better than they used to be, but in the end, it was Jin and Yoongi crawling into their respective beds, always a ‘goodnight’ exchanged in peace.
That’s why, after college, they’d decided to just go ahead and get an apartment together. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Unfortunately for them both, as two music graduates (at least Yoongi had composition under his belt, Jin had decided to double down on losing job prospects by becoming an acting minor), both of them actually were very very broke. This severely limited their options to extremely questionable two bedrooms, or mostly decent one bedrooms. Considering they’d not only survived but enjoyed sharing a room at the dorms, they decided to just split a one bedroom just on the edge of the city, and in the end everything remained the same.
Jin sat cross legged on his bed, back against the wall, facing Yoongi whose hands were scribbling furiously as he rolled his headphone cord between his teeth. He was in creation mode, and Jin loved to watch it. He loved the way Yoongi’s eyebrows drew together when he was really concentrating, and he loved the way his hand moved back and forth to the beat in the slightest way, and he loved how the usually reserved Yoongi lost any sense of shyness as soon as he began performing for Jin.
Jin would always say the same thing after, “Yoongi, you’re so talented! Ah, you look so cool when you’re doing that. I’m jealous!”
And Yoongi would always get this surprised look on his face, laugh a little, and say thank you.
Of course, living together for so long, sometimes Jin wondered if there was more to them, and sometimes he would catch Yoongi’s eye and it looked like he was wondering the same.
That’s why he’s a little confused - but not jealous, definitely not jealous - when Yoongi comes home with his head in the clouds and a smile barely playing at the corners of his lips.
“You’re in a good mood today.” Jin remarks over dinner.
Yoongi nods slightly. “Am I?”
The next day, Jin woke up alone in their room and sent a panicked text to Yoongi, making sure he didn’t go out all night.
Y : [Sorry, I meant to text. Just went out for coffee]
J : [???]
Y : [I’ll tell you when I get home]
This was… uncharacteristic, to say the least. Jin momentarily wondered if someone had someone had stolen Yoongi’s phone, but a quick glance at Yoongi’s snapchat told him pretty much everything he needed to know and more. Firstly, it was the longest snapstory Yoongi had ever uploaded. Secondly, Yoongi was looking particularly good at what was apparently the coffee shop around the corner. Thirdly, there was a boy. A very, very attractive boy. He’d managed to take complete control of Yoongi’s phone, each selfie cuter than the last, and managed to take a video of Yoongi trying valiantly to retrieve the phone, acting as if he is completely burdened by the situation. Jimin. The boy’s name was Jimin, and Jin didn’t like this one bit.
He held onto the bitterness inside as Yoongi gave him the bare minimum details about his day with Jimin. They met in the music building at the college, Jimin being a dance major with Hobi. Yoongi had gone to visit, and he’d caught Jimin dancing with Hobi. He didn’t elaborate, but Jin could tell from the way he blushed that it must have been good. He didn’t know what exactly Jimin had said or done to convince Yoongi to give him his number, but when he’d asked, Yoongi had said yes.
Apparently it’d been Yoongi who asked for coffee.
And Jin held onto that bitterness through each sequential date until Yoongi had actually invited Jimin to the apartment. Jin made dinner still because he was jealous, not heartless. As soon as Jimin had walked through the door though, all sheepish smile and nervous giggles, Jin literally couldn’t remember ever not liking him.
“Oh wow, Yoongi, pictures did not do him justice. Jimin, you’re gorgeous!” Jin placed his hands on either side of Jimin’s face, watching it light up with a huge smile.
“Thank you! I’ve seen you in pictures before too, but you’re way more beautiful in person!”
Yoongi shut the door behind Jimin and headed towards the kitchen. “I’m very beautiful too, thank you.”
Jimin became a staple of their lives, easily integrating into their friend group and bringing his own friends into the fold. Jin loved watching Hobi interact with Jimin, always one touch away from being entirely intimate, but he really loved watching Yoongi watch everyone interact with Jimin. Jin had asked him one time if he got jealous at all, but he just shrugged.
“He likes to be touched. I feel like I don’t touch him enough, so I don’t really mind that, as long as it’s just me… for the other stuff.” He blushed, and Jin couldn’t help but tease him endlessly about it.
The first day that Jimin stayed over had been an accident of sorts. He wasn’t the only one to stay over, everyone drinking too much the night before and crashing on the couch, but he was the only one to follow Jin and Yoongi to their room and crawl into Yoongi’s bed.
Jimin was a giggly drunk, and Jin didn’t feel embarrassed per se about Yoongi chuckling and whispering, “Stop it,” but he did feel like an intruder and if he would admit it to himself, it did hurt a little to remember that Yoongi and Jimin were a duo. Without him.
J : [Hey, do you want me to go? So you guys get some alone time? ;)]
He saw Yoongi’s phone buzz, and he reached over Jimin to grab it off the nightstand and read it. Yoongi glanced over at him before responding. [No, it’s okay. I’m sorry if this is annoying]
J : [No, it’s really not, it’s cute! I just feel like a pervert ;)))))]
Yoongi laughed and showed the phone to Jimin, causing Jin to groan inwardly from embarrassment.
Jimin giggled again and leaned up to whisper something in Yoongi’s ear. Yoongi pulled back quickly and stared at him, and Jin wondered what Jimin had said to put that look on Yoongi’s face.
Y : [okay he said he’ll stop. Sorry again]
Y : [<3333333333333 (*u*) ]
Jin laughed as he’d watched Jimin steal Yoongi’s phone just to send that. He fell asleep with a warmth in the bottom of his stomach that felt something like contentment.
Over the next few weeks, Jimin became more tactile with Yoongi, and Yoongi became more open with Jimin. Each time, Jin would catch himself staring momentarily before jerking his eyes away. And maybe it was in Jin’s head, but it felt like Jimin was becoming more tactile with Jin, too.
“We’re so handsome!” Jimin would laugh, having stolen Yoongi’s phone again to take a million selfies with Jin.
“Ah, we’re angels!”
“Min Yoongi, look at your boyfriends, aren’t we cute?”
Jin looked up quickly, but Yoongi hid his face in his notebook, and barely hummed an, “Mmhmm. Very.”
Sometimes when they were out walking around, Jimin would slip his one hand into Yoongi’s, and his other hand into Jin’s. Jin looked at Yoongi for a reaction, but he never said anything, so Jin just enjoyed the warmth of Jimin’s hand in his.
Jimin’s hand was in his again as they sat on the couch in their apartment, watching some movie that didn’t make any sense, Jimin tightly cocooned in a blanket between Jin and Yoongi, only his hands out to hold theirs.
Jimin leaned over and caught Yoongi in a kiss which started sweetly enough, but deepened over the next several seconds. Jin could hear his heart thumping in his ear drums and could feel Jimin’s pulse in his hand. He froze, not knowing whether to let go or not, leave or not, look or not. It felt like it lasted forever, Jimin squeezing his hand as made out with Yoongi. But then as quickly as it had started, it ended, and Jimin was laying his head against Jin’s shoulder like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Jin looked over and saw Yoongi, eyes trained to look straight ahead at the TV, running a finger across his lips.
The next time it happened, Jin wasn’t any more prepared and the reaction was the same. It was sometime past 2 in the morning, and Jin was on his bed reading lines for what he hoped might be the big break he needed. Jimin had fallen asleep in Yoongi’s arms a few hours ago since he came straight from dance practice, and Jin tried not to notice how tenderly Yoongi was tracing the curve of Jimin’s eyes, lips, nose, and edge of his jaw. He leaned down, lips grazing the shell of Jimin’s ear as he whispered something. Jimin slowly began to smile and open his eyes.
Jin looked away again, trying to focus on the page that was suddenly blurry and unreadable. He could see Yoongi and Jimin in his periphery, an image playing near the top of his eyelids, moving slowly and quietly.
He glanced back up again. Yoongi’s hand was cradling the back of Jimin’s neck, his lips attached to the side of Jimin’s neck, and Jimin was looking right at Jin.
His eyes went back to the paper so fast they almost fell out. He pulled his knees up to his chest, hoping to sink into the wall, suppress his heart beat, and hide the stirrings of an erection all in one.
Yoongi whispered something else in Jimin’s ear, and he blushed and turned to catch Yoongi’s mouth in a kiss. They kiss deep and slow, Jin unable to look away but afraid to do anything else. He watched the way Yoongi stroked his thumb across Jimin’s jaw, and he watched the way Jimin carded his fingers through the hair at the nape of Yoongi’s neck, and he watched the way they smiled into every kiss. He’s jealous, and he feels dirty, but he’s so goddamn happy.
Jimin rolled to face Jin and tuck his arm under the pillow, a content smile on his face. Yoongi laced his arm around Jimin, worming his hand under the waistband of Jimin’s sweatpants to rest his palm on the v of his lower hips, and shared the pillow with Jimin.
“Can you get the light, Jin?”
He crawled under the covers that night too nervous to do anything about how hard he is, and he dreams of a man behind him and a man beneath him.
He woke up to Jimin changing clothes in front of his bed.
“Come on sleepyhead, we have so much to do today!”
“Jimin, it is called beauty rest for a reason. Because it is beautiful to rest.”
Yoongi threw a sweater at Jin. “I don’t think that’s what that means.”
“I am beautiful, let me rest.”
“Wrong again.” Yoongi threw Jin’s covers off of him.
“Min Yoongi, I will pick you up and throw you if you do not get away from me.”
“Look, if I have to wake up, you have to wake up. He wants us both, so you have to come.”
Jimin blushed at the wording, but looked at Jin expectantly.
Jin cleared his throat. “Well, I guess I can’t disappoint my adoring fans.”
Jimin’s face lit up, and Yoongi couldn’t resist doing the same. Jin pulled on the sweater over his t-shirt, rolled out of bed, and slid on his jeans, pretending to grumble the entire time. “Are we at least going to stop for breakfast?”
Yoongi looked him with pain, confusion, and disgust. “Jin. You ask me that? In my own home?”
Apparently, Jimin’s idea was to take them to an amusement park, which kind of made Jin feel better about having to wake up so early. Jimin dragged them all over the park, making sure to ride every ride and play every game, or as Yoongi liked to call it “wait in every line”. Jin didn’t mind too much, as he got to hangout with Jimin and Yoongi the whole time. At one point, Jimin threw his chin over Yoongi’s shoulder and pretended to puppet Yoongi into slapping Jin. Of course, Jin retaliated, playfully slapping Yoongi’s cheeks, which earned loud protests from Yoongi (who didn’t actually fight back) and a sequence of high-pitched giggles from Jimin.
He didn’t know if they’d talked about some sort of system, but Jin was never the odd man out on the rides. Every other ride, it seemed like Yoongi and Jimin switched out, Yoongi with his arm slung around the back of Jin’s seat until the ride started, or Jimin clinging desperately to his hand on every drop and tight corner.
The day wore on though, turning hot and exhausting, and while Jimin was still at full energy, and Jin was able to force himself to meet that, he could tell that Yoongi was starting to fray from the people and the noise and just the entire nature of it. Yoongi could only ever take so much. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a good time, but Jin could tell he needed a break.
Jimin had a playful glint in his eye still when he moved toward Yoongi, but Jin caught his hand. Jimin looked at him, eyes big and eyebrow raised, but Jin just shook his head.
“Let’s go eat, yeah?”
Yoongi frowned, “The restaurant here is so overpriced. They know we have nowhere else to go.”
“I guess it’s good that you’re not paying then.” Jin maintained his hold on Jimin’s hand, and they all headed to the restaurant in the middle of the park. Yoongi still said nothing, but Jin could tell from the way he devoured his food that part of his problem had been hunger, as well as exhaustion.
“Yoongi, why don’t you stay here for a little bit? I’ll take Jimin for another lap around the park, then we’ll come back to meet you.”
Yoongi looked at him, and Jin couldn’t quite read his expression. “Mm. Okay.”
Jin and Jimin walked around the park, hand in hand, as the sun began to set, and Jin thought to himself how it would all be very romantic if he didn’t know any better.
“So…” Jimin started as Jin swung their hands back and forth. “Why did we leave Yoongi behind?”
“You need to learn all the signs of Min Yoongi. There’s a reason we usually just hangout with us three or the group. He’s not a big people person,” an obvious statement that earned a smile from Jimin, “so even if he’s having fun, sometimes he just gets worn down. I don’t want him to be mean to you just because he’s tired.”
Jimin nodded, but Jin could tell he was disappointed.
“Hey, I only know this because we’ve been roommates so long. I’ve been yelled at a lot during that time. Honestly, he should feel grateful I let him live until now.”
“I wish I knew everything like you did. I’m glad you’re with us, Jin…”
With us. His stomach was full of knots, but he couldn’t stop the smile on his face when Jimin squeezed his hand.
When they returned to pick up Yoongi, he was sipping a milkshake and browsing his phone. “Finally, I thought you guys had left me and run off together.”
“Ah, stop, you know we could never.
Jimin beamed when Yoongi leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, and for the first time Jin could remember in a long time, Yoongi took his hand.
It was a quiet drive home, all of them content and sweaty and exhausted. Yoongi was splayed across the backseat, probably asleep, and Jimin was leaned over the console onto Jin’s shoulder, definitely asleep. When he parked at the apartment, he did so quietly and softly, and left the car on for a moment.
In the soft glow of the dashboard light, Jimin looked like an angel, and it took everything in him not to run his thumb along the soft skin of his jaw. He would leave that for Yoongi to do. Yoongi, whose mouth was tipped slightly open, one arm tucked under his head and the other clamped between his legs. Jin loved them, as individuals, as a couple, as his friends, as something more. He realized how creepy it was for him to just be sitting there, watching them sleep, so he turned off the car and reached back to shake Yoongi awake. Yoongi smacked his hand away, but eventually came to anyway.
Jin hesitated on waking Jimin up, still relishing the calm on his face. In the end, Yoongi did it for him, opening the passenger door to shake Jimin’s shoulder gently. “Wake up, Jiminnie, we’re home.”
He was in a daze all the way into the apartment and as he climbed into Jin’s bed, which was closest to the bedroom door. He splayed out like a starfish, and Yoongi shook his head fondly. “I’m sorry. You can sleep in my bed if you want.”
“No, no, you don’t have to sleep on the couch, it’s okay. I’ll do it.”
“I never said I was,” Yoongi scoffed, hopping out of his jeans. “It wouldn’t be the first time we shared a bed, Jin.”
“Yeah, well we’re not in college anymore. It’s not exactly the same.”
“Mm? Why not?” Yoongi climbed under the covers and hugged the wall, leaving plenty of space for Jin to move in. Jin quickly removed his own jeans, trying very hard to avoid the feeling like he was putting on a show, and got under the blanket with him.
He wanted to sleep, but he wondered if anything would happen, he wondered if he would even want to say no if Yoongi flipped him around and made a move. He felt guilty as soon as the thought and desire hit, as he looked at Jimin sleeping just a few feet from him. They were perfect together, and they were kind to him, and all he could think about was himself. It was such a shitty situation, and it was the last thing he could think about before finally succumbing to sleep.
He woke up sometime in the late morning, sunlight forcing its way through the blinds and beating down on Jin’s closed eyelids. After finally adjusting to the world around him, he noticed a soft, repetitive sound. He opened his eyes slowly to adjust to the light, and nearly screamed.
Not a strange reaction, honestly the reaction most people might have, when upon opening his eyes, he saw Jimin face down in the bed and arms above his head with his fingers interlaced with Yoongi’s as Yoongi lay flush on top of him under the covers, thrusting forward at a steady pace. He could tell they were trying to be quiet, and technically he couldn’t see anything, but he didn’t need to see it with his own eyes to know that Yoongi was buried deep inside Jimin.
The little hitch of Jimin’s breath went straight to Jin’s dick, and he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t watch this, he should leave or tell them or something or anything other than what he actually does. He slowly, quietly slides his hand down the front of his boxers and begins stroking himself to the sight of his roommate fucking his boyfriend on Jin’s mattress. Jimin’s arms flexed as he pushed himself back against Yoongi, and Yoongi bit Jimin’s shoulder lightly to prevent a groan from escaping.
Jin quickened his pace but kept his motions shallow, so afraid that they would hear him. Almost as if on cue, Jimin turned his head to get more comfortable, bringing him face to face with Jin. Jin froze, but Jimin’s surprise was soon replaced with a smile.
“Jin…”
Yoongi groaned and pressed his head into Jimin. “Again.”
“Jin,” Jimin gasped and smiled, eyes trying valiantly to focus on JIn’s, and Jin could come just from that if he wasn’t fucking petrified. “Do you like this?”
Yoongi paused for a moment, following Jimin’s line of sight and catching Jin staring still.
As soon as Yoongi made eye contact, it broke whatever spell Jin had been under. He grabbed his jeans off the floor and made for the door. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He pulled his jeans on one hop at a time, not looking back when he ran out of the apartment with no place to go.
His phone was ringing before he even made it to the end of the street. Park Jimin. He tried to ignore it to avoid anymore embarrassment until he could figure out what he would say to them, but by the third call, Jin couldn’t stop himself from answering.
“Jin, are you okay? Where are you?”
“I’m so sorry, I’m really sorry,” was the only thing Jin could think to say.
“Wait, sorry for what?”
Jin stopped walking. “I mean… You know. I’m sorry I invaded your privacy. I need to stop putting myself in your relationship.”
Jin heard the phone shuffle hands for a second before Yoongi’s voice clearly and unmistakably demanded, “Jin. Come back to the apartment. We’ll see you soon.”
He hung up before Jin could respond, but he’s not sure he could respond even if he wanted to. So instead, he just turned his path towards home and let the nervousness wash over him. When he opened the door, he wasn’t greeted. He shut it behind him, checking the living room and the kitchen before realizing they were still in the bedroom.
He shuffled into the bedroom where Yoongi sat with his arms crossed and Jimin wrapped around his back.
“Jin!” Jimin jumped up and took Jin in a tight hug. “We’re sorry, we didn’t realize that you didn’t… I thought you might want to… I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“No, I’m sorry.” Jin pulled Jimin’s hands off him, and grimaced at the way Jimin’s expression fell even further. “I have something to tell you…”
“No you don’t,” Yoongi stated simply.
Jin frowned. “Yeah, I really do.”
“Is it that you think you’re trying to weasel your way into this relationship? That you’re ashamed you were trying to get off while watching us? You’re an idiot, I swear…”
Shame burned bright on Jin’s cheeks. He wanted to say yes, yes I’m sorry for not being to control myself around you two but you make it so hard.
Jimin smacked Yoongi’s arm before grabbing Jin’s hand and leading him to his bed. “What he’s saying is you don’t have to apologize, Jin. You’re not ‘weaseling’ your way in. We’re … we want you here. With us.” Jimin brought Jin’s hand to his chin and leaned into the caress. He kissed the inside of Jin’s wrist and sighed in a content way.
Jin won’t admit it ever, but in that moment he whimpered from how soft Jimin’s lips were on his wrist, the slightest amount of moisture as he pressed down, and the air that escaped as he exhaled.
“Is that what you want, Jin? Do you want both of us?” Yoongi appeared beside him, so close Jin felt like he was suffocating.
Jin couldn’t even begin to find the words to describe how much he wanted both of them constantly and totally, so he just let his fingers rest in Jimin’s hair while he tipped his head back onto Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi took the cue for him, with a smile too sharp to be sweet but too happy to be devious, and slid a soft hand to the side of Jin’s neck. He kissed Jin’s throat, sucking at the pulse and nipping at the skin, causing Jin’s hand to tighten in Jimin’s hair.
Jimin moved forward to kiss Jin, but Yoongi stopped him. Jimin looked impatient and confused, but Yoongi just smiled. “You liked watching us right, Jin? You liked watching Jimin call your name while I was inside of him?”
Jin groaned and nodded.
Jimin grinned, leaned in to ghost his lips over Jin’s before instead going in for a deep kiss with Yoongi. Jin instantly missed the feel of Yoongi’s hand on his neck as he and Jimin stood, and Yoongi pushed him towards the other bed. Jimin fell back on the mattress with a smile, and Yoongi crowded him like he was going to devour him.
They made out deep and long, Yoongi’s thigh pressed tight between Jimin’s legs. Jin watched as Yoongi pulled Jimin’s shirt up and off, throwing it to the side. Jimin turned his face towards Jin as Yoongi sucked bright blooming hickeys into the side of his neck. Jin couldn’t breathe from the bliss on Jimin’s face, he looked so beautiful with bright eyes and wet lips.
Yoongi whispered something in Jimin’s ear, and Jimin nodded. He proceeded to slide off Jimin’s pants and throw them next to the already discarded shirt.
Jin was already throbbing and hard, but Yoongi was nowhere near done teasing both him and Jimin just yet.
“Do you like letting him watch, Jiminnie?”
Jimin blushed at the nickname, but nodded. “Mhmm.”
“I like watching you, Jimin. You’re beautiful,” Jin managed. Jimin closed his eyes, and attempted to hide his face behind his arm.
Yoongi grabbed his hands and held them over his head. “Don’t be shy, he said he thinks you’re beautiful. He’s not wrong.”
Yoongi released his hands to remove his own pants, but Jimin kept his hands in place, waiting for the return of Yoongi’s hand over his wrists. He didn’t have to wait long, one of Yoongi’s hands coming up to clasp Jimin’s wrists, while his other worked its way under Jimin’s underwear and began jerking him off slowly.
Jin slid a hand under his own boxers, unable to resist the site of Jimin squirming and bucking under Yoongi.
“You think you’re still open from earlier, Jiminnie? Or should I prep you again, nice and slow?”
“No, please, I’m ready,” Jimin almost sobbed.
Yoongi gave Jin a devious smile and rolled Jimin over. He slid Jimin’s underwear over his ass and down his thighs slowly, and Jin couldn’t look away if his life depended on it. Jimin pushed back like he was begging for it, and Yoongi slid a testing two fingers inside Jimin. Jimin hummed, rocking back slightly, before Yoongi removed them and took off his own underwear.
Jimin sat up on his elbows, head tucked down as Yoongi slid into him like no time had passed. Jin groaned, jerking himself faster and harder, so jealous that he was so far from them but in disbelief that this was something he got to watch at all. Yoongi ran his hands down Jimin’s back as Jimin got used to the feel of being full again.
“Ready?”
Jin couldn’t tell if it was for him or Jimin, but Yoongi proceeded either way. His pace was brutal, fingertips gripping Jimin’s hips tightly. Jimin pushed back to meet every thrust, hungry for Yoongi, and Yoongi rewarded him with a quick slap to the ass. Jimin cried out, hands grasping at the sheets, and Yoongi reached a hand up to grab Jimin’s chin and turn it towards Jin.
It was the same tone Jin had heard earlier, commanding him back to the apartment.
“Look at him.”
Jimin’s mouth hung open as he continued to try and catch his breath, but he forced his eyes open to try and focus on Jin.
Jin could feel it rising in him with the way Jimin looked at him. “Fuck, Jimin. You look so beautiful.”
Jimin’s smile faltered as the praise coupled with Yoongi’s increasingly erratic movements pushed him to orgasm on the sheets beneath him. Jin was almost there, so close. He saw Yoongi’s hips stutter and slowly pump as Yoongi gave half a smile and ran his hands softly down Jimin’s back, and that was it.
Jin let out a cry as come coated the inside of his hand, and it took him several seconds to come back to himself.
Yoongi was standing in front of him, boxers back on, warm rag in hand. “You okay?”
Jin just nodded and took the rag. Yoongi went back to his bed and sat with his back against the wall as Jimin, stull fully naked, laid his head in Yoongi’s lap and curled around a pillow. He was absolutely beaming at Jin, and Jin couldn’t help but to smile back.
“Hey, are you flirting with my boyfriend right now?” Yoongi pretended to frown, but Jimin slapped him on the leg and stood up. He made his way over to Jin’s bed, pillow still in his arms, and proceeded to lay his head in Jin’s lap. Jin blushed, but Jimin didn’t pay him any attention.
“Min Yoongi, are you flirting with my boyfriend?” Jimin raised a playful eyebrow, and Yoongi scoffed.
“If I were flirting, and I’m not, he wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
“Yoongi, I was able to resist you for years. You should thank Jimin for being your better half and actually making you likeable.”
“Better third,” Yoongi corrected him, and raised a questioning eyebrow.
Jin was less surprised than he thought he should be, but there was still a warmness spreading in his chest. “You’re asking me out, and you can’t even ask properly. Jimin, did you suffer through this?”
Jimin giggled, “Yes, but I could tell he was trying very hard to be cool. It was cute.”
“I am done with both of you, you can date each other because I would like to be single from here on out.”
Jimin hummed. “That sounds nice. Just me and Jin, eating dinner, going to the movies, and coming back to fuck in your bed.”
“It’s okay, Yoongi, you can always watch.”
Yoongi’s jaw set and he crossed his arms. “Don’t make promises. Does that mean a yes?”
Jin played innocent, eyes large and blank. “Yes to what?”
“I’m going to bed forever. Goodnight.” He fell back on the bed, missing the pillow and still on top of the blanket, but closed his eyes as if it was all completely intentional.
Later that night, Jimin’s mouth finds its way between Jin’s legs, Yoongi’s hands find their way back into Jin’s hair and softly around his neck, and they all find themselves pushing the two beds together to accommodate.
The relationship was a little hard to explain to everyone, but their friends were all generally accepting. (Taehyung possibly a little too much…)
In the end, almost everything remained the same between them. Jimin still wrapped himself around Jin, Yoongi still watched him when he thought he wasn’t looking, and Jin still loved both of them so much. The only things that changed were the ways that Jin got to express it to them and the ways they returned it.