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Despite his high IQ, Namjoon was pretty fucking stupid.
With all of those brains he had, you’d think he’d pick up on things relatively fast. But no, he was probably one of the most oblivious and slow people out there. It was frustrating, a lot of the time. Yet at the same time it was cute to watch, so there wasn’t much to complain about.
It had started years ago, back during their debut. Yoongi had established to himself at that point that yeah, he was definitely in love with Namjoon. He wasn’t stupid enough to say anything though, and was happy enough keeping quiet about it.
That was until he started noticing how Hoseok was looking at the leader. It was almost as if he could see himself in his actions. The fond look he watched him with, staring at him for longer than necessary. The lingering glances in the dance studio mirrors, how he got flustered whenever Namjoon gave him the slightest amount of attention.
But he also noticed that much like him, Namjoon didn’t notice it at all. Time went on, and nothing changed. Except... Yoongi found himself doing the same, to Hoseok. The looks, the staring, how much he enjoyed the closeness. It was pretty fucked up, but he briefly wondered if maybe paying more attention to the dancer would take his mind off Namjoon more.
But it didn’t.
Somehow, he’d got himself into a much worse situation. Because yeah, now he was definitely in love with Namjoon, and Hoseok.
Luckily for him, the latter was not so oblivious. He’d caught onto Yoongi’s excessive staring, and to be honest the older couldn’t bring himself to be ashamed of it. Hoseok had joined him in sitting in the corner of the practice room, the two of them staring at Namjoon, who was still on his feet dancing with Jimin.
“We’re fucked, aren’t we?” Hoseok had spoken, and maybe it was slightly concerning that Yoongi had instantly knew what he was talking about but he couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh.
“Yeah.” He’d agreed, a weak smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his eyes met Namjoon’s across the room, the younger giving him a wide grin. “Yeah, we are.”
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They’d left it at that for a while, nothing more said between the two of them. But it was pretty clear they both understood. They were attracted to each other, and to Namjoon too. Yet Namjoon didn’t seem to be interested in either of them.
They were both grown men, so of course it wasn’t going to stay an innocent crush for either of them very long. There was only so much they could take, between how ridiculously good Namjoon looked while performing, while dancing, doing anything. Between his voice that sounded stupidly good no matter what he was saying, and between the leaders growing confidence that had him wearing seemingly less and less clothes around the dorms.
And it was just one practice that had crossed the line. It had been getting late, and they’d been going over the dances almost all day. Yoongi had left the room to get more water as Hoseok had packed up his own things at the side, the others either doing the same or going over the dance one more time.
He’d barely registered the music playing, and the sound of bodies moving to it. All he wanted to do was fall into bed, and sleep for maybe a week. But his attention had been brought away from his bag at the sound of whistling and cheering, heard over the music. And when he’d glanced up at the mirror to see what was going on behind him, his heart had all but stopped in his chest.
Namjoon was still dancing along to the music with Jimin and Taehyung, who were still cheering, along with Seokjin and Jungkook at the side. Cheering for Namjoon, who’d apparently felt confident enough in stripping his shirt off due to the heat in the room.
It was understandable of course, a few of them regularly did it, as a whole day of dancing in a stuffy studio room can be a bit much sometimes. But Namjoon never had.
He’d seen the leader shirtless before, of course. Around the dorms, getting changed for shows, but this was different. The dance to this song in particular, was of course the one with the most suggestive moves. And of course it was the one Namjoon knew perfectly. And of course there had to be a thin layer of sweat across the newly exposed skin, making it seem like he was glowing as he moved, slightly damp hair plastered to his forehead.
Hoseok didn’t even realise he’d been staring until the song changed, the sound of laugher filling the room as they all piled off to the side. His mouth felt unbelievably dry, and his eyes were still stuck on the same spot in the mirror.
The only thing that caught his attention was movement from the doorway, and his eyes flickered towards the entrance in the wide mirror. His eyes met Yoongi’s in the reflection of the glass, the older frozen at the door, water bottle tightly clenched in his hold. The look on his face told him that he’d seen it all too, and was thinking exactly the same thing.
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They’d fucked, that night. In the studio.
And they both imagined Namjoon being there. Not in place of the other, of course. Just… there. With them. It was rough, both filled with months of pent up frustration at the younger of the three, but neither could blame him. They hadn’t gone back to the dorms with the others, making up an excuse there was something they had to finish up in the studio real quick.
Afterwards, they found themselves sprawled across the couch. Hoseok’s legs dangled over the arm of the couch with his head resting on Yoongi’s stomach, who was slouched where he sat, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling. They’d half-heartedly tugged back on their underwear, not bothering with anything else. Yoongi’s hands brushed through the youngers hair, as they sat in a comfortable silence for a while.
“What are we doing?” Hoseok’s voice eventually cut through the room, though his tone wasn’t vicious at all. But Yoongi didn’t know the answer to that, and all he could give in response was a quiet hum. The younger continued a few seconds later, voice soft. “...I wish it was just you. It’d be so much easier.”
This made Yoongi glance down, meeting his eyes as he found himself agreeing with him. “Yeah. Me too.” He murmured.
“I… I do, you know.” Hoseok said, breaking the eye contact as he reached down to toy with Yoongi’s hand that lay across his waist. “I really do. I just- It doesn’t feel right, to say it without him…”
And Yoongi understood. He loved Hoseok, he knew he did. But the thought of saying it to him without Namjoon... didn’t seem right. It was probably ridiculous, but he understood. He squeezed his hand slightly to let him know it was okay, and they fell back into another silence.
They eventually had to make their way back to the dorms before they fell asleep there on the couch. There was nobody hanging around when they got back, which was relief as it meant no questions. They went their separate ways after an assuring squeeze of each others hands, both ready to go right to their beds and just sleep.
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It got slightly easier after that, both of them knowing the other felt the same and they now had a new way to channel their frustrations. But it wasn’t all like that one time. Most of the time, it was pretty innocent. Namjoon would do something cute, and they'd just share a look that they both understood.
It wasn’t long after that something happened, actually. It was only a few days later when the three of them were sitting around the studio, making decisions on some of the tracks for the new albums. Or, that was what they were meant to be doing.
Instead, they found themselves sitting around doing nothing, work forgotten about hours ago. They weren’t talking about anything in particular, some album Hoseok was into lately playing in the background. Somehow, they’d gotten onto the subject of relationships.
It was Namjoon who had started it, and after sharing a brief glance the other two decided to just go with it. He was talking about some of his friends who had gotten with someone recently, and they couldn’t help but notice he seemed somewhat annoyed.
“You don’t sound too happy about that.” Hoseok had teased him, jokingly. “Shouldn’t you be happy for him? You said he’s liked her for a while, isn’t that a good thing?”
Namjoon sighed, leaning back into the couch with a small shrug. “Yeah, I guess…” He murmured, shaking his head. “I am happy for them, of course. I’m just… Jealous, I guess?”
He seemed to catch on to how both of their eyes widened, and quickly explained himself. “I don’t- Not jealous of them, I mean. Just their relationship?” He tried. “I don’t like admitting it but come on, it’s been months since I’ve just kissed anyone, nevermind done anything else.”
And that certainly got both of their interest, too. However Yoongi had the intention to play it off, act sympathetic. Apparently Hoseok didn’t.
“Really? Months?” He asked, ignoring Yoongi’s questioning eyes on his back as he leaned forward, tilting his head. “Nobody?”
Namjoon tried his best to act composed, it wasn’t really that embarrassing, they did have a really busy schedule after all. He shook his head, giving a quiet huff. “Yeah, nobody. It sucks, but it’s not like I’ve had time. It’s not that big a deal but I just wish I had… something once in a while, you know?”
Yoongi gave a quiet noise of sympathy, taking a drink from his can of juice. He barely noticed the change in the atmosphere as he leaned forward to put the empty can on the coffee table, before leaning back into the couch. It wasn’t until he glanced back up, his chest oddly tight all of a sudden when he noticed the way Hoseok was staring at Namjoon. And the younger was staring right back from the opposite couch.
The look he’d seen Hoseok giving Namjoon many times before wasn’t new, but the way he was mirroring it definitely was. There was a silence, heavy across the room.
“Yeah, I get it…” Hoseok eventually spoke up, tongue coming out to briefly wet his lips. And Yoongi could have sworn he saw Namjoon’s eyes follow the movement for a second, before he swallowed and glanced over to Yoongi.
Their eyes only met for a few seconds before the younger glanced back to Hoseok, who spoke up again. However, his words weren’t anything Yoongi had expected. “Do you want one, then? A kiss, I mean.”
Another silence.
Yoongi’s heart pounded in his chest, and for a few seconds he thought Namjoon was about to agree. He thought he was maybe about to take him up on the offer. After so long of wanting after him, the look on Namjoon’s face as he watched him had then both waiting for anything. A nod, a yes.
But Namjoon laughed.
He leaned back against the couch, a grin spreading across his lips as he laughed, his dimples on show.
Hoseok visibly startled from the reaction, but Yoongi noticed how quick he was to cover it up. He gave a forced yet convincing smile, as if it had all been a joke. Because that’s what Namjoon seemed to believe, the way he was laughing as if they’d been joking this whole time.
Had Yoongi just imagined the atmosphere that had surrounded them less than a minute before? The way Namjoon had been looking at them. There was no way Namjoon didn’t pick up on how completely serious Hoseok was being, not with the way he had said it. Right?
But apparently he hadn’t. So Yoongi gave his own weak laugh to not seem so out of place, it dying down as Namjoon moved to change the song, shaking his head. Looking to the side, his eyes met Hoseok’s. They gave each other a weak smile for the effort at least, disappointed in themselves that they’d let their hopes up. With a shake of their heads they let it go, ignoring it, the rest of the evening passing by as if nothing had happened.
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A few weeks passed after that incident and it wasn’t mentioned again, for the better or for the worse. It was like Namjoon had completely forgot it had happened, which he probably had.
Yoongi and Hoseok had been in the studio for a few hours, having gone with the intention on working on a few new tracks. But they’d gotten a little sidetracked, and they’d just been making out on the studio couch since they’d arrived. They were smart enough to not try anything else, having gotten a message from Namjoon telling them he planned on dropping by.
That wouldn’t help their situation very much, but there was nothing they could do. It wasn’t long before there was a brief knock at the door, Namjoon slipping inside seconds after. They both gave a quiet greeting, looking up from their phones in confusion when they simply got a huff in response.
Namjoon sat himself down in the empty chair at the desk, slumping against it. The other two looked at one another, setting their phones down. “Uh, Joon?” Hoseok asked, as Yoongi pushed himself off the couch to stand up.
The younger looked up, briefly glancing to Yoongi before looking over at Hoseok to answer him. “Yeah?” He asked, tensing up slightly as he felt hands on his shoulders, though relaxed once he realised it was just Yoongi.
The older started lightly massaging the muscles of his shoulders, frowning briefly at how tense they felt under his hands. Namjoon didn’t bother questioning the unusual behaviour, still waiting for Hoseok to continue.
“Are you alright?” He questioned, eyes shifting from Namjoons gaze to watch the way Yoongi’s hands pressed into his shoulders. “You seem… I don’t know, upset?” He tried, want wanting to make him feel any worse.
There was a quiet sigh, and Yoongi felt him relax further into his touch. “I’m fine, yeah. I just- Frustrated, I guess? I’m tired, and the schedule’s been so busy the last few weeks.” They both understood, it’d taken a toll on all of them. “I can’t seem to sleep anymore, and it’s basically impossible to actually just relax.”
He seemed to tense up more as he spoke, wincing when Yoongi’s thumb pressed into a particularly tightly wound knot in the muscle. The other gave a sympathetic hum, glancing over Namjoon’s head to meet Hoseok’s gaze. Neither of them said anything, but they seemed to agree without words.
“You do feel really tense… You should really find a way to relax.” Yoongi leaned forward slightly, so he was closer to his ear as he spoke up, purposefully lowering his voice.
Namjoon didn’t seem to pick up on anything different though, giving a weak laugh. “You think? I’ve tried. Nothing’s working. I’ve had more lavender scented baths in the last few days than I’ve had in my entire life.”
Hoseok chuckled at that, sitting up in his seat and pulling his legs up to his chest. He gave Yoongi an expectant look, as if questioning whether he was going to push any other.
“There are other ways to relax, you know.” The older rapper started again, making a point to lean all the way down, his lips nearly brushing the back of Namjoon’s ear as he spoke. “Ways we can help you with… You wouldn’t even have to do anything. Just let us help you, hm?”
There was a silence across the room as Namjoon took in the words, the air heavy much like it had been that first time a few weeks ago. The lack of immediate reaction lead them to be at least somewhat hopeful, as if he was possibly considering it.
But suddenly he was gone, Yoongi’s lips brushing over his ear as he jolted, quick to stand up from the chair. His hands were left hovering where they had been resting on his shoulders, slowly lowering them,
Him and Hoseok shared a worried look, before both of them looked to Namjoon. The youngest was standing awkwardly a few steps away from the chair, a red tint to his skin rising up his neck and across his cheeks. “I..I forgot, I have something. I’m meant to be going out, with- uh, some friends. I have to go. I’ll see you later.”
He seemed to stumble over his words as he made his way over to the door, narrowly avoiding being tripped over by the coffee table. They both watched him silently, knowing that was a complete lie. Of course they’d made him uncomfortable, pulling something like that.
It was only a few seconds before the studio door slammed shut, leaving them alone once again. Hoseok sighed quietly as Yoongi walked around the chair, falling into it. “...It wasn’t a bad reaction?” The dancer offered weakly, and Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Did you not see that? He didn’t even look at us.” He sighed, shaking his head as he turned the monitor on, bringing up files he’d been working on recently. “Maybe it was slightly too far. I think… I really don’t think this is going anywhere, Seok. We’ve just been making him uncomfortable, he obviously doesn’t want it.”
He took the lack of response as agreement, and it wasn’t long before another chair was pulled up beside him, Hoseok looking over at the screen. “What are we working on, then?”
And that was it.
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It was a few days later that Yoongi found himself in the studio again, though this time it was just with Namjoon. He’d not talked to the other much the last few days, because of a mix of the wanting to give him space, and also the busy schedule.
The deadline for handing in samples of the news songs were approaching fast, and they needed to start putting in more time. Hoseok had been sent home by Yoongi earlier, when he’d arrived to find out he’d been holed up there the whole night.
So now it was the two of them, working silently trying to get what they could done. Yoongi was sorting files around on his laptop, while Namjoon was messing around with the actual music samples on the monitor.
It could have been hours they spent in silence, Namjoon occasionally humming to himself, before the younger of the two spoke up. “Hyung?” He called to get his attention, and Yoongi looked up to him with a questioning look. “Can you come listen to this? I’ve listened to it so much, I can’t tell if it actually flows or if it’s just my mind now…”
Yoongi chuckled quietly in understanding, leaning forward to set this laptop down on the coffee table. He stood up from his spot on the couch, stretching out his arms and legs briefly before he made his way over to the desk. There was a spare chair and he sat himself down in it, wheeling the short distance to stop beside him, where he could see the screen.
Namjoon tugged the headphones off his own head, holding them out for the other, who put them on. He moved to the start of the file, pressing play after a small nod from Yoongi, telling him he was ready to listen.
He closed his eyes to focus on the beat and the flow of the music, not wanting to be distracted by anything around him. The piece couldn’t have been more than two minutes long, and it did seem to flow smoothly, and was catchy enough he could slowly nod his head along to the tune.
When it finished he opened his eyes again, not expecting to be met with what he was. Namjoon was staring right at him, much closer than he’d been when he’d shut them, and he didn’t look away. He swallowed thickly but couldn’t find it in him to pull his gaze away.
It was that look again. The look he’d seen Namjoon and Hoseok give each other just days before. The same look that he knew he and Hoseok looked at Namjoon with. It was a mix of adoration and longing, though not without the dark hint to his gaze.
And Yoongi didn’t dare speak in fear of him running away again. He parted his lips to wet his lips briefly with his tongue, and his heart sped up when he saw the youngers eyes trace the movement.
The air around them was heavy, only growing more tense as Namjoon moved forward just slightly. His eyes kept flickering over the others face, most commonly his lips. “...Hyung.” He mumbled ever so quietly as he leaned in a little more before stopping.
Yoongi didn’t know what that was meant to mean, but he was scared to speak up. So he gave a soft hum in encouragement, reaching to reach up and lightly cup his cheek. He’d always wanted to. Always wanted to rest his thumb on his cheek, trailing it down to his dimple, brush his thumb gently across the small dent in his skin that he loved so much.
But before he could get the chance, it was gone. “...Does it run smooth? Or was I imagining it?” Namjoon asked, breaking the moment between them as he turned to look to the monitor screen, moving back as if nothing had happened.
Yoongi stared at him in shock, knowing this time he definitely hadn’t imagined it. Namjoon had been looking right at him. He wasn’t sleep deprived, and he wasn’t distracted. Why did Namjoon keep acting like it was nothing?
He didn’t comment and instead also turned his focus to the screen, helping the younger with my questions and corrections he needed.
He went straight to Hoseok when he got home.
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The others usually asked Hoseok for help when they needed pointers or part of a dance explained. However Namjoon usually didn’t. He may not have been the strongest dancer, but he did pick the movements up very fast. Which is why it was a surprise when Namjoon caught him during practice, asking if he could stay behind and go over the latest routine with him.
Hoseok wasn’t going to deny him of course, and he agreed. Practice was over before he knew it, and after a few pat to his back and a whispered goodbye from Yoongi, he was left alone with Namjoon.
Now, Namjoon was a smart person, he didn’t forget these things easily. Not this easily, anyway. So Hoseok was confused when the younger seemed to be pretending not to know certain parts of the choreography. And he knew he was pretending, because he’d been him do them perfectly during practice earlier.
But he didn’t call him out on it, and let himself wonder in confusion. He stood off to the side as he let Namjoon run through it, calling out the steps from the side and giving pointers when he made a wrong move. But, that didn’t seem to be helping.
Namjoon continued to stumble his way through the moves, giving him a helpless look across the room when he was told to do it over and over. What had he expected?
It was nearing what must have been the tenth time he was asked to go over the small, but intricate, part when he broke. “Can’t you come here and help?” Namjoon asked, giving him a exasperated look, a small pout on his lips and Hoseok knew he was a weak man. Which meant he gave in, easily.
He made his way over to the younger, observing him for a second. “Okay. Your positioning seems to be fine, but your hand movements aren’t matching it at the right time. You’re either off, or slightly behind.” Hoseok explained as he stood behind him, loosely grabbing the others arms from where they were at his sides.
Namjoon nodded a little, moving to the first position of the sequence he was apparently having trouble with. “Go through the first few steps, but slowly. And pay attention to what I’m doing.” Hoseok told him, and he did as he was asked, taking note of how and at what points the older was moving his arms for him.
After going through it, Hoseok let go of his arms, taking a step backwards. “Alright. Now you try it, normal speed.” He told him, watching the movements carefully as Namjoon did it again. The same way he had before.
“No, no. The timing I showed you, remember? Try it from the start again.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest as he watched him repeat it. Different, but still not right. Even though he’d been doing it right earlier.
“Okay, stop. Go back to the start, I’ll move your arms again. Just normal speed this time.” Hoseok explained, taking hold of the others arms once he was back at the start. They went through it again, Namjoon stopping on the last few moves, letting out a groan. “What?” The older asked, still holding his arms.
“I don’t get it. I can’t do it…” Namjoon whined, shaking his head. Before Hoseok could let go of him, there was a pressure against his front, and his mind quickly supplied that yeah, that was Namjoon’s ass. Then, his head was tilted back, leaning against his shoulder.
And it wasn’t like he was just… leaning against him either. He couldn’t feel his back pressed to his chest, and the way his chest was pushed out showed he was arching his back. But his ass was still pressed back against him, and there was no way that was unintentional.
When he finally got the courage to turn his head and look at the younger against his shoulder, he was met with a small pout, and hooded eyes. His mind seemed to completely freeze at the position he’d found himself in, but his body seemed to be doing quite the opposite. Namjoon pressed back against him, back arched, looking at him like that, while Hoseok still had his arms in his grip.
“You can do it.” Hoseok eventually managed to speak, trying his best to keep his voice strong. “It’s really not that hard, I promise. Once you get the hang of it, you’ll be fine.” He explained, not daring to move.
“Really?” Namjoon asked, giving a quiet sigh as he closed his eyes. “...Seems pretty hard to me.” He murmured, words seemingly innocent, but he couldn’t help but notice the subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips that told him otherwise.
Hoseok took in a deep breath, clearing his throat. “It’s really not. I saw you doing it earlier, Namjoon. Why can you suddenly not get it?” He asked, watching a shocked expression flood over the others face. “Maybe you just need a rest, alright?”
Namjoon was already moving before he’d even finished speaking, suddenly disappearing, his arms tugged out of his grip. He blinked in surprise, watching as the other quickly walked across the room, leaning down the bag he’d taken. “Namjoon?” He called out.
The younger didn’t reply to him, focusing on putting his water into his bag, still not looking at him even as he stood up and swung the bag over his shoulders. “Yeah, sorry. I need to rest. Thanks anyway.” Was all he muttered out as he rushed to the door, and was gone before Hoseok could say anything more.
All he could do was stare after him for a few seconds, confused. He eventually gave a sigh, cursing to himself as he readjusted his pants, before grabbing his own bag and making his way out, while sending Yoongi a message asking where he was.
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After that, it was like nothing had happened. Namjoon went back to normal the next day, confusing the both of them. He’d explained to Yoongi what had happened, and they wondered if they were imagining something. But both times, it seemed so… purposeful.
They knew they couldn’t just ask Namjoon, if they were wrong, it’d seem weird. Or maybe he’d run from them again. So they ignored it, as always.
Until a few days later, when the three of them were in the studio again. Namjoon was acting surprisingly normal, as if he’d never avoided them in the first place.
Hoseok was sat at the computer, headphones on, working on something he hadn’t let anyone hear yet. Yoongi and Namjoon were sat on the couch, the older on his laptop, Namjoon looking through notebooks.
And it happened again.
Yoongi looked away from his laptop, a question already on the tip of his tongue, but it disappeared when he found Namjoon staring right at him. Or, right at where he had been chewing lightly on his lip. Namjoon’s eyes flickered up to meet his, and his heart stopped for a few seconds at the way he looked at him.
The older parted his lips in attempt to say something, but nothing came out. But he watched Namjoon, watched as he leaned forward ever so slightly, as if unaware he was doing it himself. And Yoongi waited for him to turn away, point to one of the books. But he didn’t. The younger leaned in closer, and when Yoongi didn’t the same, he still didn’t move. They were close, so close. All Namjoon had to do was move forward a little more and-
Hoseok let out a quiet sigh across the room, unaware of what he’d just interrupted, still staring at the computer screen. Namjoon’s eyes widened, and then he was gone. He pushed the books off his knee on to the coffee table, stumbling to his feet, trying to make it to the door.
But Yoongi was tired of it, he wasn’t letting him run this time.
He pushed his laptop off to the side, letting it slide on to the couch as he quickly stepped over everything on the floor. Namjoon was nearly there, reaching out for the handle when he was grabbed, stopped.
Yoongi had caught up with him, grabbed his arm. He might have been a lot smaller than Namjoon, but he was determined. He spun the other around, not giving him time to protest or question him, before he pushed him back against the studio door.
His hands were tightly gripping the front of the youngers jumper as he kept him firmly in place, ignoring the confused look, and then his lips were against Namjoon’s.
There was no response for a second, but Yoongi didn’t let up, and ever so hesitantly Namjoon started kissing him back. Yoongi loosened his grip on him a little, and Namjoon reached up to place his hands lightly over his chest.
Yoongi relaxed into the feeling, now that it was finally happening, finally. But then, it was gone. The pressure against his lips disappeared, and before he could realise what happened, he was shoved.
His eyes opened in shock, and he saw Namjoon staring at him in fear, eyes wide. Yoongi’s heart skipped what felt like many beats, and he wondered if he’d been wrong this whole time.
“What are you doing?” Namjoon whispered, his voice shaky and though he’d turned to look at the ground, he could have sworn he saw tears forming in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” Yoongi murmured, licking his lips. He didn’t move from where he’d been pushed to, which was only a step away. “I just- I thought you’d… I thought you wanted that, too? You were um, leaning in too.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” The younger spat back, surprising Yoongi with his tone but confusing him with his words. “You can’t just- you can’t just kiss me. Your boyfriend is right there.”
Yoongi blinked once. Twice.
They hadn’t told anyone. Him and Hoseok had agreed that they did like each other, but they didn’t want to be in a proper relationship, unless it was with Namjoon too. It felt wrong if it was just them. But even with their… arrangement. Nobody knew, they’d never been caught.
“My… My boyfriend.” He said, taking in a deep breath, reaching up to rub his eyes. “He isn’t my boyfriend, Namjoon. And even then, it’s just-“
“Not your boyfriend? I’ve seen you.” Namjoon interrupted him, hands clenched into fists at his side. “The studio isn’t the most subtle place, you know? You didn’t even notice me come in, maybe you should learn to lock doors.”
There was a silence, and Yoongi shook his head. “Namjoon, just listen to me, okay?” He asked, and continued when he didn’t move or respond. “Me and Hoseok are… something, yeah. But he wants it too. He wants that, too.”
“...He wants what?” He asked, almost silently, his voice hesitant.
“That. He wants to kiss you. He wants me to kiss you.” Yoongi tried his best to explain, even if it wasn’t all very clear. “Fuck, Namjoon. We both like you, okay? A lot. That’s why we’re- that’s why we’re whatever we are. We thought you wanted that too, for the last few weeks, with how you’ve acted. And we don’t… want to date, if you weren’t involved to.”
There’s a longer silence this time, and Yoongi stared at his face, but Namjoon showed no change in emotion. He didn’t move either, and the weight of his words rested heavy on his chest and he almost regretted letting it all out. Until-
“I like you both.” Namjoon spoke, quietly. “I’ve liked you both, for a long time. I didn’t realise what it was, and- and when I did, I was scared. I felt horrible, because I liked two people. And by the time I came to terms with it and- and was okay with it, I saw and I assumed you were together…”
Yoongi froze at his words, his head fuzzy for a few seconds. He liked them back. But he’d thought they were together, and didn’t like him. They hadn’t been imagining it.
“...Jesus, you’re so stupid.” Yoongi muttered as he stepped forward, hands fisting in the front of his jumper again. “We’ve been as obvious as possible at some times, and you just- you just ran away. Idiot.” He told him though it wasn’t viciously, before leaning up a little and tugging him into another kiss.
Kissing Namjoon felt like everything had fallen into place, but… there was still something missing, somehow.
They were pulled out of the moment by someone loudly clearing their throat, and they both jumped apart in surprise. When they quickly looked across the room, it became apparent what the source of the noise was. Hoseok sat on the desk chair, which was turned in their direction. The headphones were around his neck, and he was watching them with a raised eyebrow. “What are you two doing?” He asked.
“I- um, I’m sorry.” Namjoon quickly tried to excuse himself, heat crawling up his neck towards his cheeks. “I didn’t- I don’t mean to… Hyung said it was okay, and I thought-“
“Namjoon.” Hoseok cut him off, with a laugh. He shook his head, taking his headphones off from around his neck and placing them on the desk. “I’m not giving you into trouble. I just… didn’t expect to turn and see that. Where are my kisses?”
Namjoon’s eyes widened, and the hint of red to his cheeks darkened. He glanced to Yoongi, who was watching him with an expectant look, and a small smirk. “Well?”
He ducked his head, eyes glued to the floor as he shuffled past Yoongi in his embarrassed state. The studio wasn’t very big, and he was standing in front of the desk chair before he knew it. “I, uh… How do you-“
Hoseok cut him off by reaching up to place his hands on his waist, lightly tugging the younger into his lap. He was tall and clumsy, yet he fell easily on to him, his arms coming to instinctively grab his shoulders as he let out a startled noise.
When he looked up from where he was now positioned in his lap, face flushed as he was met with Hoseok’s gaze. “Um, that works, I guess…” He mumbled, listening as Yoongi shuffled around behind him.
But he was quickly distracted from that by the hand on his cheek, and then the lips against his own. Hoseok’s kiss was different from Yoongi’s, but still perfect, and everything he’d imagined from him.
He felt fingers gently brush through the hair on the back of his head, but Hoseok still had his hands on his waist, and he realised who it was. Namjoon tried to lean back into the touch, and let out a quiet whine in protest when he realised that meant he pulled away from the kiss.
Hoseok chuckled softly, opening his eyes to look up at Yoongi over Namjoon’s head. He met his gaze, both of them with a wide smile on their lips. It was finally happening, after so long. And he’d felt the same, maybe this whole time.
Namjoon turned around to glance at Yoongi, obviously unhappy with the sudden lack of attention. He was met with a fond smile, to which he gave one in return, his dimples making an appearance.
“You’re… perfect.” Yoongi mumbled quietly to himself, though loud enough they could hear him. He leaned down, his lips meeting the youngers in a brief kiss, before he leaned past him to give the same to Hoseok.
“Namjoon? I didn’t hear what Yoongi said, I assume he explained, but we- we really like you.” He told him, reaching up again to gently brush his thumb over his cheek. “And we’d very much like for you to be… ours. And us to be yours.”
The younger of the three looked between the two of them, biting his lip lightly. “The three of us?” He asked, softly.
Yoongi nodded in confirmation, his fingers still gently running through the back of his hair. “The three of us.” He said softly, despite his heart racing in his chest as they both waited for any sort of response.
They got it in the form of another wide smile, eyes shining and dimples proudly on show. “Mhm, of course. I’ve wanted that for… so long.” He admitted shyly, one hand resting on Hoseok’s shoulder, reaching the other one a little behind him to grasp at Yoongi’s shirt. “My boyfriends.”
“Your boyfriends.” They both agreed in sync, which caused the three of them to laugh. And now, Yoongi decided, it didn’t feel like anything was missing at all. This was how it was meant to be, and now that they had him, they didn’t plan on ever letting him go.
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And if any of the others noticed them coming back into the dorms not long after, smiles wider than they’d seen before as they giggled quietly and clung to each other. Stumbling through the halls until they eventually made their way into Namjoon’s room, closing the room behind them, not to be seen until morning… nobody said anything.