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Around the tables, his co-workers are laughing, listening to one of the most handsome men in the world, sitting on the other most stunning man's lap. He grins, eyes folded in a heartbreakingly soft curve, pressing his palm against their other's.
Jimin and Namjoon, Jungkook's own Aphrodite and Athena, the eternally bonded presence in his life.
"I mean, look how small my hand looks cradled against his."
Their colleagues laugh fondly, Jungkook drinking some more somaek.
"You know, your hand would look probably as small against most people's." he tells him, holding his head high. He's dying to get closer, to gravitate around them, get a taste, anything.
Jimin tucks his head to the side, turning his body towards him. He looks amused, Namjoon staring at them from behind, eyes lidded, a small smile ghosting over his lips.
"Care to find out?" Namjoon asks him, Jimin extending his hand towards him.
He leans in, two of his colleagues getting their drinks to wobble as his shirt grazes them.
Jungkook revels in the feeling of their palms pressed together, his warm skin, warmer smile, Namjoon lacing his arms around Jimin's middle, watching them.
"Whenever you want." Namjoon tells Jungkook, gentle and low, quiet enough that his words get drowned under the bar's chatter.
Jungkook knows that, but he's not ready, he's not sure when he is going to be.
So, instead, he watches them, Namjoon kissing Jimin's neck before losing himself in some kind of monologue with their accountant. Jimin, as always, has five men listening to his every word, entranced by his charming aura, his easy discussions.
He concedes, his gaze is hungry, desire seeping out from every inch of his skin, admiring their easy banter, the way they are an item to the world. Namjoon and Jimin, Jimin and Namjoon.
And if Jungkook wasn’t so scared, maybe his name would be associated with those two. Maybe one day, but not today.
Tonight, he sits back on his chair and enjoys the sight of them, Jimin’s fingers grazing at his lover’s neck, staring at him with satisfaction and pride, while Namjoon explains how brilliant Jungkook’s third semester results are. He winks at him, and Jungkook’s heart swells with glee, Jimin grinning at him, the tip of his tongue poking from between his teeth, mischievous and promising.
“So, Jungkook-ah, got a girlfriend to bring by one of these days?” one of his co-workers asks him and Jungkook slightly shies away from him with a lopsided smile.
“Not quite, but I’m in good company.”
The people at the firm who knows he’s gay are sparse, almost inexistent. He doesn’t have the power Namjoon has, nor Jimin’s guts. He wants to come out on his own terms, whenever he feels ready.
So he enjoys the night, pining from his side of the table, entranced by the men occupying the seats not that far away from him.
It’s past midnight when Jimin stretches and leans towards his colleagues.
“Gentlemen, I’m going to retreat home and get some sleep, I have a meeting at 8.” he grins. “and I’m stealing Joonie as well.” he concludes, tugging on his boyfriend’s arm.
They both stand up, going to pay the tab before retrieving their coats.
“Kook-ah? You live close-by, want us to drop you off ?” Namjoon casually says, and Jungkook breathes in.
“Sure.” it doesn’t matter , he wants the others to think when he’s actually buzzing with anticipation.
Jimin leans towards him, murmuring “I paid for you, it’ll get us faster home.” Jungkook having to close his eyes for a second, grateful and giddy.
He barely has the time to take a step outside and feel the biting cold of February when Namjoon wraps a ridiculously large scarf around his neck.
“Don’t argue.” he tells him, and Jungkook huffs, shoving his hands in his pockets, watching their lift park on the curb.
Jimin makes him sit in the middle, trapped between the couple.
“You could’ve caught a cold, coming in with your neck exposed this morning.” he scolds him, and Jungkook laughs, the sound dying as they both entwine their fingers with his.
“That’s too bad, I need someone to warm me up.”
Namjoon huffs, raising his eyebrows, the city’s lights running over his face, surreal and beautiful, as the car drives them - not fast enough - back to Jimin's.
Jungkook feels good, feels safe, surrounded by them, the car’s hum lulling him to sleep. He dozes off with his head cradled against Jimin’s shoulder, the muffled sounds of the two other men slowly talking making him feel warm.
Namjoon gently stirs him awake some time later, the back of his fingers gently grazing his cheek.
“We’re here.”
And here comes Jungkook’s favorite part : Jimin closing the door as Namjoon kisses Jungkook’s temple, undoing his coat’s buttons, Jimin joining them to cradle his face, leaning in, and, finally, kissing him.
The feeling of Jimin’s lips against his, peach flavored because of one of Namjoon’s lipsticks, is akin to coming home after a long trip. He closes his eyes, grinning as Namjoon makes him shimmy out of his coat, Jimin curling his fingers around his waist, pouring all the care and affection he held back from since last they saw each other.
He only breaks the kiss to let Namjoon greet him. First, a tight hug, his wooden perfume strong and reassuring, a scent he longs, craves for whenever he’s far away from him ; and then, he kisses him, deep and yet careful, and Jungkook can feel how they’ve missed each other.
Even if he doesn’t want to come out just yet, he knows their love is just as strong as his.
“Okay lovebirds, let’s get ready for sleep. You may have your mornings’ off but I do have a meeting way too early.”
Jungkook chuckles, looking down, Namjoon using this gesture to kiss his forehead.
Jimin takes his hand, leading him to his bathroom, his own toothbrush tucked neatly next to theirs.
“If I don’t get cuddled in the next five minutes or so, I’m going to pass out from frustration.” Jimin warns them by shoving the toothpaste against their chests and making them laugh. He continues talking as he brushes his teeth, the moment both slightly hard to understand and achingly domestic. “And if I don’t get sandwiched by the two of you, I will never recover from HR Park who thinks Joon and I are exceptions, because gays usually are a bad influence for society.”
“He said that? I’m gonna kick his face.” Jungkook replies as unintelligibly as him, which makes Namjoon laugh.
Namjoon actually takes the time to finish brushing his teeth before replying.
“He’s retiring in two months, don’t jeopardize your spot for a man who’ll be yelling at kids until he shrivels and dies.”
Both Jimin and Jungkook grumble as they crawl into bed, Namjoon towering over them to kiss their noses, their cheeks, their lips, their necks as they kiss each other.
It feels just right.
It definitely feels like even better when he sees Namjoon’s feet sticking out from the bed, his arm thrown over them both, while Jimin disappears under the blanket, half an eye poking out, and his fingers tracing the line of Jungkook’s jaw ; and he wouldn’t be anywhere else when they kiss each other goodnight and Namjoon and Jimin both tell him they love him, a declaration he wholeheartedly returns.