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Jungkook opens the front door of his apartment to chaos.
He takes a moment to survey the scene. Taehyung and Hoseok seem to be locked in a very serious tickle fight, while Jimin pelts them with popcorn and shouts encouragement, just generally adding to the noise level. They all pause when Jungkook opens the door, taking a moment to stare at him before going back to what they were doing.
He sighs, toeing off his shoes and slipping off his backpack. Usually, he would join in on the fray without a second thought, but today was his long day on campus, six hours of basically back to back classes, and he’s had a headache building in his temples since noon. He wades in carefully, taking the popcorn bowl from Jimin, taking a moment to stuff a handful in his mouth and stop his shouting. He separates Taehyung and Hoseok with ease, lifting Taehyung off the older boy with an arm around his waist and dumping him onto the couch. Taehyung looks like he’s going to get up and go for Hoseok again, so Jungkook solves that problem by dropping down onto him, sprawling so his weight keeps him down. Taehyung struggles for a moment, before going limp.
“Hey guys,” Jungkook says casually. “What’s up?”
“Taehyungie and Hobi hyung were fighting to the death to see who would get to choose what we order for dinner,” Jimin offers, mouth still full of half chewed popcorn.
Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “What were the choices?”
“I want sushi,” Taehyung says. “Nay, I deserve sushi.”
“We had sushi last week, why can’t we have Thai?”
“Why not just get both?” Jungkook offers, eyes slipping shut as Taehyung starts playing with his hair.
Hoseok scoffs. “Do we look like we’re made of money?”
Even with his eyes closed, Jungkook can hear the sly smile in Jimin’s voice. “Yeah, not all of us have rich, older boyfriends to bankroll us.”
Jungkook gives him the finger. “Fuck off.”
Taehyung tugs at his hair gently, until Jungkook opens his eyes again. “Ooh, ask them to buy us dinner.”
“I’m not doing that,” Jungkook says.
“C’mon, please?”Taehyung draws out the last word, lips falling into a pout.
“You could even invite them over,” Jimin says eagerly. “That way we can finally meet them, and we get free food, win-win.”
Jungkook snorts. “What makes you think I want them to meet you heathens when it’s your life mission to embarrass me?”
Jimin gives him an exaggerated pout. “Aw, Jungkookie, don’t say that.”
“No, you literally told me on my birthday that it’s your number one priority, then uploaded a shit ton of Snapchat screenshots onto twitter, and then had Hobi hyung retweet them all.”
“Oh yeah, that was hilarious, let me see if I can find them.” Jimin starts scrolling on his phone.
Hoseok sighs. “Fine, don’t help your friends. At least be the tie breaker.”
“Why can’t Jimin be the tiebreaker?”
“Because he’s biased.”
Jimin doesn’t look up from his phone. “Whatever Taehyung said.”
“But don't you hate seafood?”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “He’s my soulmate, you wouldn’t understand Jungkook.”
“Yeah Jungkook,” Taehyung says smugly. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Jungkook smiles at them innocently. “I was just thinking that I was craving Thai food.”
Hoseok whoops, and Jimin starts pelting him with popcorn, but it’s worth it.
Jungkook lets himself into Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment.
It still feels kind of weird, even though they’d given him the key weeks ago, telling him to use it whenever he came over. He still half expects someone to stop him and be like “sike you thought these two handsome, accomplished men want anything to do with you.”
Of course no one does, and he switches out his shoes for house slippers, the ones that are his, that Namjoon and Seokjin had set aside for him months ago to use whenever he came over. It had been a big deal then, having his own slippers, instead of guest slippers. It had felt like a big step, scary and exciting, standing on the precipice of something that could be so much more, and of course, adrenaline junkie that he is, Jungkook had flung himself off that cliff without a thought.
He follows the sounds of conversation to the living room. With the sun going down, the entire room is bathed in golden sunlight coming in from the big, floor to ceiling windows, lighting up everything, including the two men curled up on the couch.
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate, he just drops his bag onto the ground and dives onto them, wriggling until he's sandwiched between them securely.
Seokjin laughs fondly, running a hand through his hair. “Looks like someone missed us.”
“Hate sleeping without you,” Jungkook says, burying his face in Namjoon's shoulder, breathing in his clean, familiar scent.
“We missed you too, baby,” Namjoon says, pressing a kiss to his hair.
“How was class?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook groans loudly.
“That good, huh?”
“I just want to be done,” he whines, nudging his head against Seokjin’s palm, prompting him to keep petting his hair.
“Last year, home stretch,” Namjoon says encouragingly. “You can do it!”
“Or you can just drop out and be our sugar baby,” Seokjin suggests.
Jungkook grins. “That plan seems more and more appealing by the day.”
“Mm, just let me and Joonie spoil you.”
“I have expensive tastes,” Jungkook says imperiously. It’s a complete lie and they all know it.
Namjoon smiles, indulgent, as he laces their fingers together. “Is that so?”
“Yup, I need caviar for every meal. And a lobster.”
“Is that all?”
“And a Ferrari. No, seven Ferraris, one for everyday of the weak.”
“Wow, so demanding.”
“It’s the price you’ll have to pay for all this,” Jungkook says, gesturing to his worn hoodie and ripped jeans.
“Only the best for you, baby,” Seokjin manages, before they all dissolve into laughter.
Something settles in Jungkook, a puzzle piece slotting into place, one that’s been just the tiniest bit out of place since he left three days ago. That’s what it always feels like, with Namjoon and Seokjin, the raw edges of him that remind him that he’s too much, that he’s not enough, smoothing away so he can just be.
“Can you feed me and tell me I’m pretty?” Jungkook asks.
“Hey, that’s my line,” Seokjin says, eyes sparkling.
“Namjoonie hyung, feed us and tell us we’re pretty,” Jungkook says, tugging on his hand. “We’re being neglected.”
Seokjin laughs, high and squeaky. “Yeah Joonie, it’s been hours since you complimented us and/or fed us, we’re withering away.”
“Yeah, especially Jin hyung.”
Seokjin squawks, chopping at Jungkook’s neck. “No, betrayal!”
It devolves into a slap fight, that doesn’t break up until Namjoon looks up from his phone and tells them that the pizza is on it’s way.
Jungkook leads his boyfriends down the hallway filled with trepidation.
“It’s not too late to go back home,” Jungkook offers for the fourth time that night.
“It’ll be fine, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon soothes, also for the fourth time. “I’m sure your friends are great.”
Jungkook snorts. “They’re gremlins who won't rest until I die of embarrassment.”
“Then we’ll get along great,” Seokjin says, shooting him a smile.
Jungkook groans. “I already know introducing this one to Jimin is going to be a mistake.”
“Hey, I am delightful! Joonie, tell him I’m a delight.”
Namjoon looks at him blankly. “Whatever you say honey.”
Seokjin gasps, bringing a hand to his chest. “Well I never. My own boyfriends, the men who have promised to cherish and honour me-”
“That’s a wedding vow,” Namjoon interjects. “We’re not married.”
Seokjin ignores him. “The men who promised to stay with me in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, maligning my character, well I never.”
“Okay, I can see why you have your doubts,” Namjoon says, and Jungkook cracks up, Seokjin protesting loudly.
The front door is unlocked, and when they slip in, it’s clear that the party has already started. Jungkook recognizes most of the people, gives a few nods in greeting, but sticks close to his boyfriends.
They’ve just taken off their jackets when Jimin bounds up to them. “Hey! You made it!”
Jungkook smiles, pulling him in for a hug. “Happy birthday!”
“Thank you!” he chirps, and then surprisingly shoves him off. Jimin is a cuddle fiend and will berate him if his hugs aren’t long enough. He pushes Jungkook to the side. “You must be the boyfriends! I’m Jimin, Jungkook’s best friend. I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Hi so glad you could make it, I’m Seokjin and this is Namjoon.”
Jimin cracks up, eyes disappearing into crescents with the force of his giggles. Seokjin looks delighted.
Namjoon and Jungkook share a look. Yeah, this was a mistake.
Many hours, and many, many drinks later, Seokjin is lying on the ground, Jimin’s head pillowed on his stomach. “Can we keep him, Joonie? Can we adopt him?”
Namjoon sighs. “You can’t adopt adult humans, Jinnie, we’ve been over this.”
Seokjin looks close to tears. “But he’s so cute.”
Jimin giggles. “Sorry, hyung, but I’m Taehyungie’s.”
Jungkook interjects from where he’s curled up on the sofa with Namjoon. “Trust me, you don’t want to know what that means.”
Seokjin, of course, doesn’t heed his warning. “So what, you’re boyfriends?”
“Soulmates,” Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook all say at the same time.
“Oh,” Seokjin says, in drunken understanding. “Like Joonie and Kookie are for me.”
Something warm blooms in Jungkook’s chest, and he turns more fully into Namjoon's arms, resting his head on the older man's chest, his heartbeat steady and sure.
“Awww,” Hoseok coos. “I approve.”
“Never needed or wanted your approval, but thanks,” Jungkook says.
Hoseok turns to his boyfriend Yoongi, who is curled up on his lap. “He says that with love. I’m his favourite hyung.”
Yoongi grunts. Jungkook is pretty sure that Yoongi is asleep/passed out, but Hoseok obviously takes it as agreement, because he beams.
“Excuse you,” Jimin says, sitting up, drunken indignation plain on his face. “I’ve known him since he was a baby. I’m his favourite hyung.”
Seokjin waves his arms, narrowly missing hitting Jimin in the face. “How many times have you sucked his dick, Park Jimin? How can you be his favourite if you haven’t sucked his dick one time?”
“Ew, gross,” Jimin cries, his face screwing up.
“Some points have been made,” Taehyung says, a thoughtful finger on his chin. Jimin turns to him with a gasp, betrayed.
The argument devolves, voice overlapping as they made their points. Even Namjoon joins in, using that careful, calm tone that means he’s absolutely bullshitting. Jungkook just sits there and takes it all in, letting himself be warm, and sleepy and loved.