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The first time Jeon Jungkook tried a blunt, he was seventeen and in a stranger’s bedroom. Now, at twenty one, Jungkook set it against his bottom lip easily, body melting against the headboard as his boyfriend flicked at his lighter. That part was still the same, Jungkook mused as he stared up at their leaking ceiling. He’d met Min Yoongi when he was seventeen at a college party, in a smoke-riddled bedroom much like their own.
Going to a college party as a seventeen year old was insanely intimidating, if Jungkook could say so himself. He’d lined his eyes with dark kohl, glaring at himself in an attempt to look scary. Jimin had laughed at him so hard he’d rolled off of his twin bed.
Still, the host had let the two of them in with an easy, drunken smile and a loud pat on the shoulder. Jungkook rubbed at his thin shoulder, rolling it and looking around anxiously. Everyone seemed large here, in the brightly lit living room, walking around in heels or stumbling around with carefree smiles. Jimin took one look at his face and shoved three vodka shots at him. Jungkook swallowed hard, doe eyes wide with shock when a couple began making out right next to him.
So quick it was terrifying, Jungkook lost Jimin in the crowd. The other boy had many older friends so it was no surprise, but it still left Jungkook reeling. He slowly stepped around the grinding crowd and towards the dimly lit kitchen where teens were sucking at vape pens or lemons. Jungkook grabbed a random drink for liquid courage.
In the end, the kitchen turned boring and Jungkook stumbled away, edging the line of tipsy and drunk. His vision blurred as he stumbled down a hallway, grimacing when he saw a flash of a boob and then the slick sounds of tongues from a closed bedroom door. There was one room open though, and sweet Jungkook had leaned in, eyes alight with wonder as he observed the sight.
A group of people, extremely close if the comfortable grins on their faces said anything, were sat on the floor. They all had bright hair colours: red, orange, blue, or blonde. Someone whistled loudly from where their heads were hunched over the floor and Jungkook squeaked. The group was too absorbed in whatever was on the floor and Jungkook had stayed quiet, toeing over to cautiously peek over their heads.
“You mind, man?” It was a pink haired boy with yellow-tinted glasses that glared up at him. The first thing Jungkook thought when he looked down was wow, thighs. Black leather pants hugged thick thighs and Jungkook bit at his lips, eyes drawing up from the attractive sight to meet the guy’s narrowed eyes.
“Oh, uhn, sorry. This was the only room open.” Jungkook stuttered awkwardly, awfully conscious of where the rest of the group had turned to watch. A girl snorted and shoved a handful of chips into her mouth.
“Hey, cool off Joon. C’mon, kid, you can sit next to me.” A blonde haired boy nodded at the space next to him, and Jungkook could tell that the nightstand would dig into his shoulder, but he hurried over anyway. He would take any sort of welcome he could get.
“You’re too soft, Yoongs.” The pink haired man, Joon, shook his head before taking a swig of the bottle in his hand. Jungkook cuddled into his own body, large bomber jacket padding his shoulders from getting too bruised. The mint-haired man was warm next to him, smile gummy and blonde hair shining in the low, white light of the room. Jungkook sighed quietly, wondering if he’d made the right decision.
“You wanna join, dude?” Another girl next to him, with electric blue hair, raised an eyebrow. Jungkook shrugged and nodded and she grinned brightly. “Alright! Cute boy is joining, everyone make way.”
The group was relatively small so Jungkook didn’t know what she meant but he smiled anyway. His head felt hazy from the strong cloud of smoke floating in the air, smell of weed pungent in his sensitive nostrils. He swallowed his complaining whine.
“Yoongi, you spin the bottle. Since you got that guy here.” The Joon guy seemed irritatingly peeved by his presence and Jungkook frowned, petty displeasure curling in his stomach. He pushed closer to the dresser, gasping when Yoongi’s arm brushed his. The spot burned like the boy was made of fire.
“Idiot.” Yoongi flicked at the Joon’s head before twisting the bottle. The group awaited in silence and Jungkook stared, drunken mind awed by the slowing spin of the clear water bottle. The group immediately exclaimed when the bottle stopped and Jungkook watched expectantly as Yoongi grinned. He had a very nice smile, Jungkook thought.
What he didn’t expect was for the guy to easily cup the other’s jaw, making a show of pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw before capturing his lips in a kiss. Jungkook watched with wide eyes as the two boys kissed passionately, the group’s yell a mere buzz in his ears. Jungkook’s hands clenched in his lap and he leaned forward, mind melting as he watched the way Yoongi’s pink tongue licked at the other boy’s lip. Fuck .
“Aye, what’s going on here?” Yoongi broke the kiss, slick lips spreading into a satisfied grin as he watched the other boy blink dazedly. Jungkook closed his mouth, licking his lips before glancing up at the new-comer. He had brown hair and warm eyes, cheeks puffing with his own smile. Jungkook tore his eyes away the moment the man caught his eyes.
“Just having fun.” Yoongi’s voice was closer now as he leaned back, arm curling around Jungkook’s shoulder with ease. Jungkook froze and Yoongi tapped his fingers rhythmically. Somehow, that allowed Jungkook to relax in his hold.
“Mhm, sure baby.” The new-comer’s voice was loud but warm like flowers. He sat down next to Yoongi. Jungkook watched curiously as he kissed Yoongi’s cheek, muttering something before pulling away with a happy smile. “Hey, new guy?”
Jungkook blinked and then realised— oh yeah, he was the new guy.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook.” He waved, glancing minutely from Yoongi’s closed eyes to Hoseok’s questioning ones. “This was the only room open.” Jungkook murmured shyly, ducking his head and allowing brown hair to shield his face. He smiled to hear the man’s interested hum.
“Cool! I’m Hoseok, you should go on a date with me sometime.” Jungkook gaped at the words, neck aching with how fast he’d snapped his head up. Yoongi chuckled from between them, squeezing Jungkook’s shoulder as a way to comfort.
“He’s joking, babe.”
“I’m not but okay.” Hoseok rolled his eyes, tucking his head under Yoongi’s chin and reaching a hand out to twine with Jungkook’s. The three of them had settled against the bed and watched the game, Jungkook drawing out after watching a rough kiss between Hoseok and some lanky guy. Yoongi smoked his blunt, thin pink lips wrapping around the end and cheeks hollowing as he sucked. He offered it to Jungkook next, sweet lips tilted in a smile and— well, who was Jungkook to say no?
So, at seventeen years old, Jungkook had set the end of the blunt to his mouth and inhaled. He’d coughed most of it out before anything actually entered but it counted, at least to him. Yoongi had taught him how to do it after, with Hoseok cheerfully offering to breathe the smoke into his mouth through a kiss. Jungkook had blushed bright red and fumbled for the blunt.
“Who the hell takes this long to make a call?” Yoongi groused from Jungkook’s lap, hair tickling the inside of his thighs. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the man’s impatience, slapping a hand over his face. Yoongi’s long eyelashes were distracting Jungkook.
“It’s been, like, ten minutes.”
“You’re high.” Yoongi pointed out, like that made any sense, and Jungkook huffed.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” Yoongi stuck his tongue out playfully, and Jungkook pinched at it, swallowing his yelp with a downward swoop of his head. Their lips fit perfectly together, Yoongi’s soft ones moulding against Jungkook’s as his fingers pressed into his cheek.
“You think you’re so funny, huh.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes, blunt forgotten next to the pillow as he got lost in his boyfriend’s eyes. Yoongi only laughed, sweet like berries before leaning up to kiss Jungkook fondly.
“I am funny, baby.” Yoongi raised his eyebrows expectantly and Jungkook melted because he had no argument. His boyfriend’s humor definitely rivaled his own.
“Aw, getting started without me?” Hoseok finally walked in through the door. The bedroom was dim and Jungkook could vaguely make out the shape of his other boyfriend’s legs where they shoved into loose shorts. “I told you guys to open the window!”
Their room had turned into a hotbox, smoke floating in the air and weighing heavy around them on the bed. Yoongi just flicked his lighter on again. Jungkook grinned unapologetically.
“Keep it closed. Just come here already.” Yoongi snapped his fingers and Hoseok rolled his eyes, brown hair glowing golden from the warm flame. Jungkook fell back against the pillows, one hand finding the blunt while the other pulled Hoseok into his chest. Yoongi now laid over both of their laps, legs tangled under Hoseok’s thighs and head pillowed on Jungkook’s.
“You’ll be happy to hear that Boss wasn’t too angry. He did lecture me on keeping my boytoys off his goods.” Hoseok grimaced unhappily and Jungkook laughed, loud sparkles that flinted off through the smoke. Yoongi smirked and turned the flame off.
“I can’t believe he doesn’t realise we’re dating yet.” Yoongi snorted and reached a hand up, lazily caressing Hoseok’s cheek. The man melted at the touch, and Jungkook smiled fondly. His boyfriends were so cute.
“Whatever, I’ve had enough of him. Pass me the blunt, Kook.” Entering the line of work as drug dealers was another path Jungkook had never seen himself taking. It used to scare him, the concept of teasing the law and meeting strange people to trade money with bags of cocaine or weed. Now, it made a rush of adrenaline shoot through his body.
All three of them were clearly not down from the high. Jungkook buzzed excitedly as he watched Yoongi light the end of the blunt. In the dark smoke, the action of Hoseok carefully biting into the paper was even more sensual and Jungkook felt his stomach roll. Clutching his arms tighter around the man’s waist, Jungkook didn’t dare blink as Hoseok breathed in the smoke.
“C’mere, baby.” As though it was a command and not just a teasing flirt, Jungkook leaned forward, heart thudding and hands clammy. Hoseok carefully cupped his jaw, handing the blunt to Yoongi. Gently, oh so gently , he parted Jungkook’s lips with his thumb, smiling to see the way his eyes glazed over. Hoseok pushed closer, slow and gorgeous before exhaling the smoke into Jungkook’s mouth.
A rush of exhilaration through Jungkook’s body and he breathed in, pushing the smoke out towards Yoongi. Yoongi only laughed, soft and twinkling before sucking at the blunt in his hand. This time, with his stomach still tumbling, Jungkook watched as Hoseok leaned over his lap. His pretty hair fell over his eyes but Jungkook knew the moment their lips touched. Yoongi gasped and blew the smoke out as Hoseok chuckled. Fuck , they’re so hot.
“Back to me.” Jungkook whined, unashamed and reeling as he grabbed the blunt out of Yoongi’s loose fingers. Yoongi smiled and fell back, mint hair splaying over Jungkook’s thick thighs. Hoseok’s eyes burned where they stared at his lips and Jungkook shivered under the attention. He sucked quickly this time, yearning for the high and also, maybe just maybe, some more kisses. Hoseok didn’t disappoint, already gripping Jungkook’s chin between sure fingers. Jungkook fluttered his eyes closed, and Hoseok smiled satisfiedly, breathing in the smoke and shaking as it wound through his body.
“Our baby’s so cute huh, Seok?” Yoongi supported himself by a hand on the bed, pressing into Jungkook’s chest with a small smile. Hoseok hummed, grinning when Jungkook blushed and twiddled with his fingers.
“Our baby is the cutest.” Hoseok kissed Jungkook’s cheek, lips warm and sweet, just as Yoongi curled a hand around Jungkook’s slim waist. Jungkook gasped, back arching as Yoongi kissed his neck. Hoseok giggled and continued pressing little suns on his flushed cheek.
“I can’t believe you’re ours.” Yoongi smiled against the warm skin of Jungkook’s neck, lips slick and soft. Jungkook mumbled incoherently, reaching for the blunt because if he were to survive, he definitely needed a kick. He sucked the smoke in, holding it in the back of his throat before exhaling. His head fell back and he surrendered to the two men’s ministrations, fingers lax where they curled into the bedspread.
“Mh, just shut up and kiss me.”
“Ooh, baby’s getting angry.” Hoseok teased and Yoongi chuckled, breath hot on his collarbone. Jungkook pouted, reaching up in an attempt to smack his boyfriend except—
Oh.
Hoseok captured Jungkook’s lips, a smack echoing with how wet it was. Without preamble, Hoseok curled his tongue over Jungkook’s, drawing a low moan from him. Yoongi laughed and sucked a hickey on Jungkook’s pulse point, teeth nipping teasingly.
“Ngh, fuck .” Jungkook pulled away to tuck his head to his chest, breath heavy and face blushing red. Hoseok only smiled and brushed Jungkook’s soft hair from his forehead.
“Yoongi, come up here.” Hoseok’s low voice pulled Yoongi away from Jungkook’s neck, eyebrows raised questioningly. Hoseok curled a hand around the nape of his neck, kissing Yoongi languidly as Jungkook watched. It didn’t help catching his breath at all, especially when Yoongi whined and palmed at Hoseok’s toned stomach. He wanted to touch Hoseok’s abs too.
“I love you.” They separated with a pop, a string of saliva falling between them. Jungkook inhaled a cloud of smoke as he blinked. The two of them made an attractive sight, both kneeling on the mattress but Yoongi was looking up at Hoseok, eyes imploring and lips parted. Hoseok only smiled gently and pressed slick lips to Yoongi’s forehead.
“I- I love you too.” Yoongi stumbled, head reeling from the passionate kiss and the thick smell of weed around them. “‘M gonna kiss Jungkook.” Yoongi muttered and Hoseok nodded, falling back on the mattress as his eyes traced the cracks in their ceiling. Jungkook was drawn away from the sight by a finger under his chin, and he blinked widely up at Yoongi.
“Hi.”
“Hey, sexy.” Hoseok choked from where he was and Jungkook giggled, shaking his head at Yoongi’s dumb antics. “Want me to kiss you?” Jungkook nodded as they fell silent again, clouds of smoke rising from where Hoseok had begun smoking. Yoongi pressed in, broad chest flush against Jungkook’s as he climbed onto his lap. Jungkook held Yoongi’s hips, the other hand holding his cheek gently. The dark room made everything more sensual, every brush of skin lighting Jungkook’s heart on fire.
“You know I’m in love with you, yeah?” Yoongi whispered, eyes sharp when they met Jungkook’s. He nodded and pressed a chaste kiss to Yoongi’s lips as a response. Yoongi hummed happily, arms wrapping around Jungkook’s shoulders as he leaned in for a proper kiss. Kissing Yoongi was different than kissing Hoseok; where Hoseok was smooth and slow, Yoongi was eager and handsy, already making small whimpering sounds. Jungkook pulled away to pull Yoongi closer, arm possessively tangling into his hair so he could press slick kisses down his thin neck.
“Ah, Hoseok, pass the blunt.” Jungkook heard shuffling and then the pungent smell was closer, smoke ruffling through his hair as Yoongi exhaled. “When are we gonna pay Boss back for this?”
Sometimes, they got away with stealing some of the goods. Boss was a tall man, one not to be messed with, but the three of them had always liked messing with authority. This time, he’d caught Jungkook shuffling some weed into his pockets and after a loud shout, had lost Jungkook to the night. Of course, Jungkook had hurriedly mumbled that he got caught and they have to leave now , and his boyfriends had just punched his arm before driving away.
Hoseok had probably wheedled the man not to fire them with some crude promise he would never fulfill.
“Okay, my turn now.” Hoseok finally joined them again, tossing the blunt behind him as he cuddled into Jungkook’s side. Once, when they had just started dating, Jungkook was extremely excited (high) and had tried kissing them at the same time. It was a horribly embarrassing experience, to say the least.
“Me first.” Jungkook pulled away from Yoongi’s neck, smugness curling in his stomach to see the dark hickey throbbing on the underside of his jaw. Jungkook turned to Hoseok, leaning down to give him an open-mouthed kiss. No matter how hard Jungkook tried, he could never win dominance with Hoseok.
The man nipped at Jungkook’s bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth teasingly before licking over the teeth marks. Jungkook whined into his mouth as Yoongi hummed on his lap.
“Is no one gonna answer my question?” Yoongi asked, fingers wounding through both of his boyfriends’ hairs as they made out.
“Why d’ya wanna think of Boss right now?” Hoseok shot an unimpressed stare at Yoongi and he shrugged.
“Just don’t think we should forget.”
“He’ll forget by tomorrow, don’t worry.” A plop of water landed on Yoongi’s shirt from the leaking ceiling and he sighed, brushing it off and pushing further into Jungkook’s space.
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“I’m really glad to have you guys.” Yoongi flushed as soon as the words escaped him but his boyfriends smiled, sharing a fond look before kissing his head.
“Me too, baby.”
“I love both of you fucktards. Even if you always steal my stuff.” Jungkook rolled his eyes at Hoseok and Yoongi snorted, mint hair ruffled from their kisses. Jungkook licked at his own lips, noticing how both of theirs were glowing red. I did that .
“Who wants to kiss me, now?” Jungkook offered, as though it was a special offer, and his boyfriends jumped on him immediately. Because it was , it was a special thing to be able to kiss Jungkook and watch as he blushed under their undivided attention.
It was special to be allowed to love Jungkook like this, Hoseok thought. Yoongi kissed Jungkook again and murmured soft words of appreciation into his lips, ones that Hoseok pressed harder into afterwards, lips slick and shiny and glowing red with love.
Jungkook loved both of his boyfriends so much.