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Jiminie-hyung at 13:48
are you stressing over what to wear yet?
Jungkook scoffed when he read the text. He could hear Jimin giggling to himself as he sent it, finding it extremely amusing how the younger always seemed to get nervous over the smallest things and turn them into something bigger than necessary.
He didn’t provide his hyung with an answer, instead turning to face his mess of a wardrobe because, well, Jimin was actually right and Jungkook was, in fact, worrying about what clothes he should pick for their first date.
Not that he would ever admit it.
Jiminie-hyung at 13:51
wear the striped sweater with the black jeans
I like how they look on you
<3
This time Jungkook smiled. He looked over at his desk chair, where he had put this exact same outfit when he had first chosen it a moment ago before discarding it for being too casual, and thought for a while until he made up his mind.
You at 13:56
just so you know i had picked that one already
Jungkook took four days to give Jimin and Yoongi an answer about going on a date. They didn’t press him and made a point of not asking him for it whenever they met or talked, something he was more than thankful for given that he was already a nervous wreck just by thinking about it.
When he did answer, though, there wasn’t time for him to regret it; Jimin’s smile was so bright Jungkook would gladly go blind by it and Yoongi immediately wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer.
He felt safe and that alone was enough to convince him it was the right decision.
Date night was on a Saturday when neither of them had any other plans or university duties to fulfill. Jungkook was pacing around his dorm room and slowly driving Taehyung crazy when there was a soft knock on the door.
In that moment, it felt like Jungkook’s brain had short circuited; even though he had been using his legs for at least the past ten minutes, it only took him that one sound to make them go completely useless.
Taehyung shook his head and bit back a smile as he got up from his bed to answer the door, finding Yoongi and Jimin on the other side and pretending he didn’t notice the disappointment on their faces when he was the one to greet them.
“Come in, he’s having a mental breakdown.” He let them pass and snorted when he turned around to find Jungkook still rooted to the floor.
“Jungkook-ah?” Jimin called softly, the younger broke out of his frozen state and gasped when his eyes landed on him; his soft oh, wow didn’t go unnoticed, and Jimin giggled. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yeah, I’m, um… Yes.” He stumbled over his words and immediately felt his face heating up.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Yoongi was the one asking now and Jungkook would never be over how calming his voice was. The older stepped closer and took one of Jungkook’s hands, lifting it to his lips and kissing his knuckles. “We could just stay here and make Taehyung jealous.”
Jungkook laughed a bit at that and at his roommate’s offended hey! and shook his head, slowly getting over his fears that this wasn’t going to work.
“No, I want to go.” His heart nearly exploded at the reaction those words got him.
The ride to restaurant was nice: Jimin was singing to the songs playing on the radio and Jungkook was doing exaggerated performances just to hear him laugh. Yoongi would often glance from the rearview mirror at them, gummy smile in place, and sometimes even join when there was rapping involved.
The three were welcomed into the warm restaurant and picked a table at a corner where they hoped they wouldn’t attract much attention. Jungkook had been there with Jimin or Yoongi to get takeout but he had never sat down and enjoyed the place and he was happy to be able to do that with his hyungs that night.
They made their order, probably asking for more food than they would be able to eat, and talked as they waited. Jungkook allowed himself to relax, reminded himself that they had done this before, had spent time together before, that the only thing different was the fact that they were in public.
Thinking back on it, Jungkook probably shouldn’t have forgotten about that one piece of information.
Jimin was in the middle of telling them about his new project for Modern Dance class, eyes shining with excitement and hands flying around as he explained every single detail to Yoongi and Jungkook, who were looking at him so fondly it could probably warm the coldest of hearts. Yoongi held one of Jungkook’s hands in his own – much like he had done back at his dorm – and rubbed circles on his skin with his thumb, probably unaware that he was even doing it.
They let themselves forget where they were for a moment, and that was their mistake.
The man they knew as the restaurant’s owner came to their table with a stern look on his face and Jimin let his voice die out in the middle of a sentence to hear what he had to say. He expected something about the food, how they didn’t have a certain dish and would like to know if they wanted to replace it with something else; but he certainly did not expect to hear,
“I’m sorry, but I will have to ask you to leave.” One, he didn’t look sorry at all. Two, his words were a blow to all of their stomachs and their table was silent for a full minute.
“What?” Jimin choked out, still hoping to have heard it wrong. Jungkook felt his breathing pick up and barely registered Yoongi squeezing his hand.
“We tolerated your choice of life before because you were never bothersome to other customers and always behaved well.” The owner stated slowly. “But we can’t accept you here anymore if you continue with… this.” He pointed at the three of them and didn’t try to hide the disgusted look on his face.
“Are you serious?” Yoongi got up and Jungkook did too, seeing the look on his hyung’s face and knowing how short-tempered he was, ready to intervene.
“The three of you are crossing a line bringing your relationship into my restaurant. Other clients have started to complain.” The man said but Jungkook was sure this was only part of his reason to kick them out.
“I’ll leave, then.” The youngest said and Jimin looked up at him with wide eyes.
“No, Jungkookie.” He started but Jungkook raised a hand to stop him.
“It’s your favorite restaurant, hyung. I won’t be the reason you can’t come here again.” Jungkook sighed and pushed the chair he was sitting on back into place, ready to go.
“It’s not my favorite restaurant if I can’t feel safe in here.” Jimin said and got up, too. “I hope you’re not expecting us to pay for the meal we ordered.” He added, looking straight into the owner’s eyes and left before his cold façade started to slip.
Yoongi shot one last glare in the man’s direction and brought Jungkook close to him, making sure to intertwine their fingers before they followed Jimin outside. They found him leaning against one of the benches in front of the restaurant, his back to them, and exchanged a look before going closer.
Jungkook watched as Yoongi wrapped an arm around Jimin’s waist and pulled him against his chest; he wanted to go back inside and punch the man that had kicked them out along with every single customer that sent them dirty looks. He knew being in a relationship like this wouldn’t be easy, was aware of the risks and prejudice especially in a country like theirs, but it didn’t mean he would ever accept being treated like that.
His murderous thoughts only increased when Jimin sobbed against Yoongi’s shoulder, but he knew violence wasn’t the right turn to take and that he should concentrate on getting Jimin to smile brightly again. Yoongi kissed the top of Jimin’s head and looked up, then, stretching a hand out for their youngest to take but Jungkook only his head at him.
“I’ll fix it.” He said as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
Jungkook took his phone out of his pocket and started dialing a number as he took a few steps away from his hyungs, his mind a mess with too many thoughts and his heart aching.
“So fucking unfair.” He muttered just as someone picked up the phone on the other side.
“What are you so angry about?” Seokjin asked.
“Doesn’t matter.” Jungkook answered. “Are you home? I really need a favor, hyung.”
“Yeah, what do you need?”
“Can I borrow your kitchen tonight?” Jungkook risked. “And maybe a cooking book?”
*
He didn’t tell Yoongi and Jimin where they were going, merely gave directions from the backseat of Yoongi’s car as he carded his fingers through Jimin’s hair, hoping that the it would help him feel better.
The ride was quiet as Jungkook tried to focus on the man clinging to him and not on his anger that was making his blood boil. He caught Yoongi’s eye on the rearview mirror a number of times, the older looking more worried than upset, and averted his gaze as he willed his mind to remember what really was important there.
Jungkook guided them inside Seokjin’s apartment complex and ignored their confused expressions as he rang the doorbell. He didn’t want to have to explain what he was doing, knowing that he would end up tripping over his words and making a fool out of himself in the process.
When Seokjin opened the door, though, he lost all track of what he was supposed to do and stood there, frozen in place, as he tried to get his mind to work through the awkwardness that seemed to follow him around.
“You didn’t think this through, did you?” Seokjin asked after taking one look at the lost boy in front of him. He laughed when Jungkook didn’t answer and stepped aside. “Come in, the three of you; I have no idea what Jungkook is planning but I don’t think he does, either, so it’s all good.”
“I just have to make Jimin-hyung smile.” Jungkook muttered without realizing and went to the kitchen, leaving his three hyungs to introduce themselves without his help.
“Still thinking out loud, I see.” Seokjin shook his head as he closed the door. “Are you okay?” He placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, who was staring fondly in the direction Jungkook had gone.
“Yeah, I…” Jimin cleared his throat when his voice came out still hoarse from crying and shot him a little smile. “I’m better now.”
“You must be Jimin and Yoongi…” Seokjin said and grinned when Yoongi nodded. “I’m Seokjin, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Thank you for having us.” He started, then exchanged a look with Jimin. “Even if we don’t know exactly what Jungkookie has in mind…”
“Well, he’s always been unpredictable.” The oldest shrugged. “A bit of a handful when he was a kid, I’ll tell you that.”
“You’ve known him for that long?” Jimin visibly brightened up at the prospect of hearing stories about their Jungkookie growing up.
“Yes, and I have hours of embarrassing moments to share with you.” Seokjin chuckled and started making his way to the living room, motioning for the two to follow. “You can call me hyung, by the way; Jungkook said you’re both younger than me.”
“Has he talked about us?” It was Yoongi’s turn to let his curiosity take over.
“Oh, he never stops talking about you.” Seokjin supplied as they settled down on his couch. He saw Jimin smile brighter than a thousand suns and Yoongi’s eyes go soft instead of unsure and understood why Jungkook seemed so smitten over them. “It’s cute, really.”
“Well, we can’t stop talking about him either…” Yoongi admitted and Jimin agreed, a light blush creeping up his neck.
It seemed surreal that they had ended up there given how the night had started but somehow it all felt exactly how it should be.
*
“That smells good.” Yoongi smiled at how Jungkook nearly dropped the pot he was stirring. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s okay, hyung.” Jungkook resumed what he was doing and tried to avoid meeting his gaze.
“You know you didn’t have to do this right? We could have just gone home and ordered a pizza or something.” He leaned against the counter and Jungkook stilled for a moment before he sighed.
“No, we couldn’t.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Jungkookie. Stop blaming yourself.” Yoongi squeezed his wrist but Jungkook still refused to look at him.
“Jimin-hyung loved that restaurant.” He frowned and concentrated even harder on their dinner.
“Yes, he did. But now we’ll just have to find one that doesn’t have a bigoted asshole for an owner.” Yoongi kept his voice soft, but it was clear that he was just as pissed.
“It was our first date, hyung.” Jungkook clenched his jaw and Yoongi thought his heart was going to burst from how grateful and in love the boy in front of him made him feel.
“Correction: it is our first date, and despite everything it’s still going wonderfully well because our baby is surprisingly skilled in the kitchen.” He reached out to touch Jungkook’s blushing cheeks and the younger leaned into the touch. “God, we’re so lucky.”
Jungkook let himself smile despite being so shy and felt Yoongi lightly turn his face so he was facing him. He tried to focus on the food but the older was so close it was an almost impossible task.
“We’re just happy to have you.” Yoongi said as he kissed the corner of Jungkook’s mouth. “Stop beating yourself up.” He deposited small kisses all over the younger’s face and smiled as his skin heated up. “You’re enough for us.” Yoongi assured before pecking Jungkook on the lips one, two, three times.
“I’m going to burn the food, hyung.” He whined in between kisses and Yoongi laughed as he stepped away.
“Do you need anything?”
“I need you to go stay with Jimin-hyung until I finish.” Jungkook pouted like the baby he not so secretly was for them; Yoongi only smiled at him before stealing another kiss and leaving him alone.
They managed to convince Seokjin to eat with them despite his protests that he was only going to be a third wheel – “you mean fourth wheel, hyung” –; and all it took was a smile from Jimin (because clearly their hyung was already wrapped around his little finger).
Dinner went by smoothly: Jimin and Yoongi cooed at Jungkook’s every move as they usually did and in turn their maknae would shoot them heart eyes whenever they so much as looked his way. Seokjin would have complained if it weren’t for the fact that they were doing their best to include him in the conversation, asking him questions and listening intently to everything he had to say.
The group shared stories, laughed and ate in a light atmosphere, the restaurant incident not forgotten but rather kept in place where they could always go back if they needed to remember that, no matter the circumstances, they would be fine as long as they had each other.
When the trio was back in Yoongi and Jimin’s apartment – not before Seokjin made Jungkook wash all the dishes as he bombarded him with questions and embarrassing comments with Yoongi and Jimin in the same room – it was already late. Jungkook would be spending the night, though, so they settled for watching some television before going to bed, spreading out on the couch and cuddling as close as they could without being uncomfortable.
“Jungkookie?” Jimin called at one point and the younger turned to face him. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, hyung.” Jungkook replied quietly. “I’d do anything for you.”
Jimin sat up straighter and carded his fingers through the younger’s hair, rejoicing on the way he closed his eyes at the touch. He took the opportunity to lean in and close the distance between them with a soft kiss that Jungkook was quick to reciprocate.
Jimin hummed and cupped Jungkook’s face with one hand, angling his head so he could deepen the kiss. Jungkook gasped softly when he felt Jimin’s tongue at his bottom lip and opened his mouth, marveling at how different this felt from the first kiss they shared at Hoseok’s party; not that it lacked the passion they had then, but there was definitely an added feeling that made their hearts thump even faster.
Jungkook felt a light tug at his hair and only realized it wasn’t Jimin where there were lips on the back of his neck. The couch dipped behind him and he moaned when Yoongi’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin there before moving on to tease his earlobe, pulling at his earrings and sending shivers down his spine.
Jimin bit his bottom lip and Jungkook whined, pulling away for some air but not wanting to separate himself from him so he went to leave open-mouthed kisses on his neck, one hand pulling him closer by the waist when Jimin groaned. Jungkook felt Yoongi lean even more of his weight on him and he sighed against Jimin’s skin, loving to be in between them and feeling their warmth radiating to him.
Jungkook was about to leave a third hickey on Jimin’s collarbone when he realized Jimin and Yoongi were kissing, the sounds of their lips locking sending heat waves straight to his pants, and he stopped what he was doing to watch, changing his position just enough so that he wouldn’t have to bend his neck so badly to the side.
Jimin seemed to miss Jungkook’s mouth on him, though, because he broke the kiss to look at him, eyes glazed with want and chest heaving. “You alright?” He asked, making Jungkook shiver at how hoarse he sounded.
“Is this too much?” Yoongi petted his hair and the shift in the mood was so absurd it didn’t even seem like they were making out not even five minutes ago.
“A little bit.” Jungkook admitted but held on to them when he felt his hyungs trying to put some distance between them. “I want you, it’s just…” He frowned, not knowing which words to use.
“It’s okay, Jungkook-ah…” Yoongi said in his ear, placing a kiss on his cheek before going back to his previous position on the couch and pulling the younger to his chest.
Jimin only smiled and snuggled up against them, taking Jungkook’s arm and wrapping it around his waist to make himself comfortable. Jungkook smiled, too, completely at a loss of words to express how happy he was at that moment.
He had no idea what he did to deserve their love, but boy, was he going to fight for it.