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Jin started rummaging inside his small dorm room, preparing a small suitcase and his backpack before leaving. Namjoon had the best idea inside his genius brain: spending their November break inside a country cabin. The rest of their friends couldn’t come, Jimin was too tired to be far away from civilization, Taehyung and Jungkook were going to visit Jungkook’s family back in Busan and Hoseok preferred spending it lazing inside Jimin's room. It was going to be cold, humid and perfect for snuggling with a thick blanket outside while watching the sunset. He smiled, they had been friends since high school years, his cute dongsaengs started with a bad foot but became close enough to not bite each other’s faces out and he had been the good hyung to guide them through the hormonal spurs and academic rebellions before he left for college.
Should he grab his scarf? Maybe. He put it inside his case, closing it. Yoongi would come for him in twenty minutes. With discolored blue jeans, white V collared sweater and white sneakers he was ready to spend the next three hours inside Yoongi's red Opel Corsa, hearing them bicker over the music tracks, bop his head with their hip hop songs and watch the change of landscape colours. Somebody knocked at his door, knowing who he was he grabbed his things and opened the door. Yoongi’s small frame looked even smaller thanks to the oversized back hoodie he was wearing. Containing a coo, he smiled at him.
“Everything ready, Yoongi-chi?”. He gummy smiled back and then started walking towards the parking lot. Some students were leaving the campus, others strolling. The temperature drop made him shiver a little bit, his coat on his arm. Yoongi observed discreetly his perfectly sculpted profile, which softened with the mullet-like hairstyle he had. “Do we have to use the gps?”. Yoongi walked next to him holding a large backpack that had two small keychains attached to them, both of them were presents from Jin and Namjoon.
“Yes, we need to take the highway, but at some point we have to deviate and start to go mountain up.” He nodded and both watched the large sized man leaning against the small car booth. His fresh dyed hair spiked graciously under the marine blue ball cap. Opening the car, Yoongi checked the fuel while Namjoon and Jin filled the booth with their stuff. “Joon-ah, did you bring the USB?.”
“Of course, hyung. After you repeated it to me a dozen times, I think I didn’t forget about it”. Yoongi grunted at him. Jin observed them lovingly, some things never change. They should stop to refill the deposit before starting the journey, and to buy food for the cabin. Jin left his coat above the bags, grabbing his phone before closing the booth. Yoongi took his beanie out, leaving his soft inky hair fluffed. Jin was the designated copilot since their last trip to the beach, Namjoon’s orientation was horrible and they ended up getting lost. “When are you going to clean the backseats? The middle one is full of dirt and candy wrappings hyung!”. He whined and Jin opened the backseat’s door to take those wrappers out.
“You should clean the car, Yoongi-chi.” He softly scolded him and watched his lips curl into a sneaky smile. That type of smile that meant I’m not gonna do it . Putting the seatbelts on, they started. Namjoon reached the radio and put on the USB, the first song being Yes sir, I can Boogie from Baccara. Jin looked surprised back at him, knowing how much he enjoyed 70s and 80s songs, receiving a soft dimple smile as an answer. The traffic was fluid, Yoongi tapping with his fingers the steering wheel, and Jin hummed the song observing how grey the day was, ready to rain at any moment.
From that track it jumped from Bad by Tablo, to Call me by Blondie. Jin spared a glance to Yoongi while he was driving. The way he looked so concentrated on the road made him look sexy. His big bony hands gripped the wheel while driving, while he softly chewed his lip and slightly squinted his eyes.
“Do have something on my cheek, hyung?”. Caught red-handed, Jin felt his heart thrumming inside his rib cage non-stop. He cleared his throat before talking, hiding his ear tips in his hair, knowing how red they might be.
“Yes, some eye gunk”. His fingertip grazed next to his small mole, pretending there was something at his cheek. Fortunately there was a fallen eyelash nearby and he grabbed it before blowing it out. He should be more careful, almost exposing his unrequited love for one of his dongsaengs. The next twenty minutes he watched the landscape before stopping in a gas station to put some gas in and go to the bathroom. It was five o’clock when they stopped. The afternoon was windy, temperatures dropping two or three degrees from the last point they stopped. Jin stood waiting for Namjoon to go out, just to buy some candies before continuing for one and a half hours. The rain smell was satisfying after smelling an hour of stuffed air inside the car. The guy behind the counter smiled at him, while he searched for some cookies, soda and chips. Looking upfront he encountered Yoongi entering the small place, not going unnoticed to Jin the soft smile he dedicated fully to Namjoon before paying the refill. Maybe he was seeing things, eyesight tired from revising his thesis before starting the traveling.
“Can I sit in the front, hyung? My legs kind of hurt from sitting behind.” He absent-mindedly nodded and sat behind Yoongi to compensate for the weight. It was like Namjoon previously said, the backseats were stained. The next track sounding was coincidentally Somebody to love from Queen. He hissed under his breath, like he was not already fucked from being foolishly after the two of them. Observing at the window, the sky was slowly changing colours from blue to a soft peach. Namjoon did not sing so well, and Yoongi laughed under his breath. Both of them looked like they were made for each other, and he felt like he was intruding in an intimate moment between both. He shouldn’t feel like that, they were friends after all. He glanced again at both of them, not missing the lovely smile the younger one dedicated to the driver.
Thirty more minutes, Jin. Just thirty minutes. For fuck sake! Don’t go breaking my heart from Elton John now? Are they serious?. He really loved with his soul the song but he was not in the mood of the reminder he was not going to be in a polyamorous relationship with these two idiots, thank you!. He looked at his phone, seeing the missing messages from Hoseok and Jimin. Both of them were sneaky enough to rip the walls he put around his heart, and knew about his hopeless crushes. Maybe if they weren’t lazy they could have come and enjoyed this amazing trip!. Typing back he grimaced, he received too a text from his stupid ass ex-boyfriend asking to talk about their past relationship. To clear some things? What was there left to clear when he cheated and gaslit him for nearly two months?. Sighing he looked back at both of them, now sounding “Dancing in the moonlight” by King Harvest.
“Okay, we are reaching the village.” Yoongi announced, car lights on. Looking at the time, it was quarter to seven, they could go and grab supplies at the small town’s supermarket. Parking close, Jin went out, grabbed his coat and wallet and entered the place. The old woman at the counter was doing some sudokus, so he went to grab some ramen packages, groceries and beers. Namjoon entered three minutes later to help his hyung carry the stuff back to the car. “I’m gonna go and grab the cabin keys, don’t move from here okay?.” Yoongi said on a spree before disappearing.
Jin continued walking through the stalls, grabbing toothpaste and soap he forgot to bring. Next to the toothpaste well hidden he could see some flavored condoms and lube. Not knowing how long Yoongi would take, he started peeking at the lube flavors. To be honest, his favourite was the strawberry one, not too thin or thick that functioned perfectly. He didn’t notice how Namjoon perched behind him observing what he was doing, jumping in the process. That didn’t stop the smirk from his thick lips.
“So… Strawberry one?”. His cheeks started to feel hot,ear tips red.
“Yah, brat! Why do you care?.” He grumbled at him and went to pay for the stuff they took. The lady blinked slowly, not used to new faces around the area. She was slow using her calculator to estimate the price. Namjoon was the one that paid this time, almost sweating because the grandma didn’t accept the card, only cash. Yoongi came back and they drove through the woods to reach the place. The trees filtered the only remaining light, making it like it was already night. Okay, it was cute. Small house with a lot of terrain surrounding it. The porch had a wood swing, two chairs and a wide low-coffee table. The key was big enough to not lose it. Opening the door they faced the dining room, two couches and another wide table full of useless decoration. The kitchen was fused, having an american counter dividing the room. Two rooms and a bathroom.
Jin put all the groceries inside the fridge and left the ramen packages at the counter. Carrying his suitcase he looked at the two rooms, one of them with two twin beds and the other with a queen-sized bed. So one of them had to share the room? Well, he didn’t mind it at all.
“Yoongi-chi, Joon-ah, one of us had to share the room. Do any of you mind?” He asked. Both looked at each other and smiled sheepishly.
“We don’t mind sharing, hyung. Don’t worry about it.” Namjoon dismissed it softly. His internal voice warned him about something going on between both of them, but he preferred to let it go. Reaching the masters room, he observed the thick covers that were on the bed. Both of them contrasted with the pale duvette color, being crimson and orange. Two combined cushions and a long pillow accompanied it. The wood wardrobe had enough space to hang his clothes. Entertaining himself he hanged all the clothes he brought while humming. After finishing he opened the windows to smell the humid night breeze before he felt like freezing. The whispers coming from the other room, chuckles made him feel uneasy. His brain was screaming at him that he was over analyzing everything and they probably became closer thanks to being at the same degree. His heart, on the other part was aching and anticipating the worst. Both of them together and not telling him anything. Nah, if they were together they would have already told him.
Going out of the room, he went to prepare dinner. Taking his sweater out, he started cleaning the veggies. Ten minutes later Yoongi appeared from behind and peeked curiously, like a kitty trying to understand what he was doing.
“Can I help you, hyung?”. His raspy voice close to his nape almost sent him a shiver down his spine, but he composed himself, nodded and smiled at him. Both started chopping the vegetables surrounded by a comfortable silence. Namjoon appeared two minutes later with a different hoodie and hair fluffing from the shower.
“Do you need more help, hyung?” He asked and Jin thought.
“Set the table, would ya?” He nodded and set it while humming the new tune he was working in. “How we’re the exams?” Yoongi shrugged and Namjoon answered proudly.
“They went perfectly. I think professor Na is gonna give me the maximum score.” He puffed out his chest like a proud turkey and Yoongi spared a small fond glance at him. Jin didn’t miss that either.
“And you, Yoongi-chi? Everything good?” He nodded before answering. The vegetables sizzled inside the heated frying pan.
“I think I passed all of them.” Jin gulped and gained the courage he didn’t know he had, to ask the question that was bugging him since the start of the trip. Both of his dongsaengs trusted him with all their insecurities and problems, so he didn’t think they would dismiss him in something really important like, for example, being together. Won’t they?.
“I’m gonna be serious with both of you.” They tensed up, air almost crisp with tension between the three of them. Namjoon softly chewed his lip, trying to calm himself. “First of all, we are friends, aren’t we?. You wouldn’t hide anything crucial from me, would you?.” He attacked the problem and Yoongi almost gasped.
“Of course not, hyung. You don’t have to worry about it.” He said with a nervous smile. Sounds fake, but okay. The dinner continued without any problem, joking around and remembering some high school anecdotes. This is what he was searching for this winter break. Spending time with his two most important people in the world. They really changed from the day they met in Jin's third highschool year.
Yoongi was a rebel that hid behind the bushes to smoke a cigarette while scribbling dissing lyrics for the underground rap battles he went to every Saturday night. Jin found him a heated May afternoon after his cleaning duty. The stinky smell was the thing that attracted him to the place, making him jump defenseless. His bad cut brown hair contrasted with his porcelain skin, spotless. Ears full of piercings, and looked like he was caught red handed doing something wrong. Namjoon was another story, tall lanky man with long limbs, really clumsy but extremely intelligent. Between the glasses and retainers he was the clear embodiment of a school nerd, that came a year later. Their first encounter was like a flash, Jin at that time lacked self confidence and preferred to blend easily with the crowd. But eventually with the hormonal spurs, he had a pretty amazing glow up, becoming one of the most popular seniors of his year. Ah, that made his life a full chaos, he remembered chuckling lightly.
Yoongi and Namjoon used to fight all the time, with different minds and ideas. That combined with Namjoon’s strict uprising and Yoongi’s volatile behavior made both of them visit the school office more than once. Jin was there to mediate all the bickering between the two, worried they would go back to the fighting phase when he left. But surprisingly they got along pretty well. Observing them right now, Namjoon grew two heads and a half taller than him, became bulkier but didn’t lose that big goofy smile he had all the time plastered on his face.
Yoongi remained the same, small but softer than years ago. They crumbled the walls around his hatred heart. If Namjoon’s parents were strict with him, Yoongi ones had been way worse. Not letting him come home when he chose the career he desired. Jin had taken care of both of them for years, and he would never get tired of it. It was his duty as the oldest, making both of them feel like home when they were together.
Tidying everything up. He went out to the porch to breathe the night air, grabbing his sweater and coat in the process. The leaves’ sound was the only sound surrounding him. Lighting the porch’s light he sat on the swing to read the book he brought. With his glasses on he let the fuzzy satisfying sensations fill his senses. He could hear the movement inside the house, until Yoongi came out with a thick wool blanket. Jin stopped reading and watched his dongsaengs plop beside him, taking the cover and putting it on their laps. His laugh rumbled inside his chest. Jin continued reading relaxed and Yoongi used that opportunity to lean against his wide shoulder, closing his eyes in the process.
Namjoon came back with three mugs filled with hot chocolate. He sat next to him, leaving Jin between both of them. The blanket was too small for the three of them, so Yoongi protested when Namjoon tried to use it. That made both of them snuggle closer to the oldest one. Jin felt his heart beating fast inside his chest, not being able to read more than a paragraph he enjoyed being sandwiched between them. Now it was Namjoon’s turn to lean his head against his other shoulder. They stayed like that while the chocolate thickened inside the mug. Jin felt extra cheesy so he sweetly caught their attention.
“Baby, the chocolate becoming cold, we should drink it. Don’t ya think?.” Namjoon scratched his temple and grabbed the mug trying to hide his rosy tinted cheeks. Yoongi hid his face against the shoulder, alleging he was tired and not extra shy. Grabbing his mug, he drank the warm beverage and enjoyed the time. Twenty minutes later he felt his eyes start to close from lack of sleep. Yoongi grumbled, hiding his hands in his sweater paws like a cat would do and both cooed at the soft scene. Rubbing his eyes under his glasses’ frame he said goodnight to both of them.
Leaving the dirty mug in the drawer, he went to put his alpaca pajamas on, brush his teeth and sleep under the covers. He was so tired after waking up early and working non stop he fell asleep within minutes. Tomorrow will be another day.
When he woke up, the light filtered from the thick wine coloured curtains. It was early in the morning, the night fog continued surrounding the dense woods around them. Going out of his room, he went directly to the bathroom to brush his teeth and start preparing freshly brewed coffee. With his eyes unfocused he walked past the door frame and observed by the crack of the door how they were cuddling in one of the small beds. With a soft smile he continued his way to the kitchen. His bed hair was funny, eyes puffed from sleep and lips puffy and dry.
Yoongi abandoned the room and followed the coffee smell till he saw his wide back framed inside that cute pajama. The Italian coffee maker bubbled softly, and Yoongi contained the impulse of hugging him from behind while rubbing his cheek against the back. Even though he didn’t like coffee, his hyung was so attentive he prepared coffee for him and Joon. Lightly tapping his shoulder, said good morning to him.
Both started preparing the boiling water, and went outside to have it while watching the sun start shining up in the sky. Yoongi put his legs on Jin’s lap, while drinking his morning coffee and Jin his brewed black tea he brought from his dorm. They continued sharing the comfortable silence, eating some of the remaining cookies from yesterday before cooking the breakfast. He could get used to this, waking up in the mornings next to Yoongi while waiting for Namjoon to wake up. Well, dreaming was free.
“I’m cold, hyung”. Yoongi softly whined against his shoulder. Jin grabbed his coat and shared it with him. Yoongi, being a sneaky cat snuggled even closer to him, whiffing the faint scent Jin’s neck had, blooming spice from his cologne, mixed with the citric smell of his shower gel and the burnt wood scent. Smelled like safety, like home. Jin suppressed his thoughts and continued to blow the mug, sun already illuminating the porch. A loud crash resonated inside the living room and that’s how they knew Namjoon was awake. When Seokjin entered, he looked dejected like a scolded puppy while cleaning the sugar pot shards. He was like a clumsy kid trapped in a grown man's body.
“Don’t worry Joon-ah, hyung will take care of it. Just sit down with your coffee.” He softly smiled and went to search for a broom to clean the mess. Not finding it inside the kitchen, he went to the back where he saw some cleaning products. When he opened the cupboard it was equally messy as the disaster inside the kitchen. Moving stuff from inside to outside he found a broom, mop and two cleaning cloths to clean the counter. Did he spend almost 15 minutes trying to detangle the mess? Yes he did. With difficulty he grabbed everything and went back to the kitchen. “I found these-.“ his voice got caught inside his throat. His brain was completely muted, heart aching heavily inside his chest. That’s definitely not platonic snuggling . Not when Yoongi was peppering kissing Namjoon's face. His hand let go of the broom and stood there, trying to process what was happening. Both of them jumped surprised and looked back at him.
Namjoon stifled in his seat while Yoongi looked like a deer caught in highlights. Well, after eight years of bearing this stupid crush, his heart had finally been broken. He internally groaned and grabbed the broom from the floor, not having the heart to look back at them and started cleaning the initial mess. The tense silence flooded the room, but Jin chose to ignore it. He firstly needed to calm down to not be angry at both of them. Sweeping the floor, he got rid of the glass shards.
“Hyun-“. Jin cut him with a rather cold answer.
“No. Not now, Yoongi-chi.” A mix of feelings bubbled inside his chest. He felt betrayed, why didn't they tell him about their secret relationship? Did he need to cockblock them just to know about both hooking up behind his back?. He left directly to the bathroom, to have a shower and change into clean clothing. Well, this was going to be awkward as fuck. Grabbing his things, he locked the door and took his clothes off. The heater thank god worked perfectly, so he didn’t freeze to death inside the cramped shower. “Fuck.” He banged the back of his head against the shower screen, water still running. Why didn't they say anything to him? He knew them better than they knew themselves! Was he being extremely obvious about his non platonic feelings towards them, that caused them to not trust him enough?. Using his favourite shampoo he washed his hair, massaging his scalp trying to ignore the harmful thoughts that were attacking him at the back of his mind.
Maybe they pitied you, that’s why they continued hanging around with you. The poor hyung with failed relationships that hadn’t settled down
What was today?. Oh, Friday. He could go for a walk, breathe fresh air and rearrange his thoughts. He was going to be inside an isolated cabin in the middle of the woods for another two days with his crushes, who were in a relationship. Cool, cool. He went out, observed himself in the fogged mirror. His hair was a mess, eyes slightly puffed from crying, but perfect skin. His handsome face was not going to be maintained by itself. His secret? following his skincare routine religiously. When he went out, he crossed paths with Namjoon, who tried to talk to him. He averted his eyes and went back to his room.
“I should have listened to Jimin.” Jin said under his breath. The short man was worse than a pain in the ass, but his bluntness about his situation made it clear. You need to stop harming yourself this way, what if they are together? Are you going to wallow in self-pity and roam like a broken soul?. Well, he was going to do exactly that, thank you very much. Grabbing his coat, he went back to the living room. “I’m going to go for a walk.”
“Hyung…” Oh no, don’t use your big deceiving kitty eyes on me, Min Yoongi. The pout is not going to work either!. Don’t use hiding hands inside the oversized sweater paws to stop me, knowing how weak I am. Clutching his eyes, he sighed.
“I recommend that you talk with Joon-ah before starting this conversation, Yoongi-chi.” He softly dismissed and almost lost it when his eyes glossed up. He closed the door behind him and walked outside. The decomposing leaves smell mixed with water sounds comforted him. The land plot was big enough to go for a quick walk. His sneakers bumped against the irregular path, and he admired the reddish colours that surrounded him. Nature was the true jewel existing inside this polluted planet, marvelous in this season. He lost the track of time, and sat on a rather flat rock. His breath puffs were easily visible thanks to the low temperature. Maybe he was behaving like a dramatic idiot, and that was one of the cons about coming out to him.
Walking back, he encountered both kids sitting in the wood swing. The protective way Namjoon hugged Yoongi made him sadder than he already was. They were perfect for each other, who the hell could deny that?. He cleared his throat and finally looked in the eye at both of them. Jin observed how Yoongi chewed his dry lips, eyes slightly watery. These two…
“Hyung is not mad, Yoongi-chi, Joon-ah.” He petted the soft black hair, a pained smile forming in his puffy lips. Namjoon whined softly, catching his attention to ruffle his hair. “What I don’t understand is why you didn’t tell me anything.” He sat across both and waited for the answer.
“We were scared, hyung.” If he wasn’t attentively listening he could have dismissed it. His voice cracked and a fat tear rolled down his soft cheek. He felt even worse, seeing his emotionless dongsaeng on the verge of sobbing his life out. Maybe he should have stayed more time at the back searching for the cleaning utensils, to not catch them red-handed.
“Come on, Yoongi-chi. You already know hyung would never hate any of you for being with anybody, regardless of their gender.” He felt slightly disappointed, that wasn’t the excuse he was searching for. Massaging his temples he hid his head between his arms, he felt emotionally drained right now. “Since when…?”.
“Since our last highschool year, hyung.” Namjoon answered with his voice trembling. That was like a slap directed to his face. For that long? That was almost six years from now!. Wait… that meant they started going out together right after he graduated. After he left. He tightened his hand grip in his hair and miserably contained the tears that were accumulating in his eye corners. It was way worse than he thought.
“Did you have any intention to tell me about it or it was going to be a secret till you married?” His harsh words felt like a wip on their back.
“Hyung!” Yoongi protested.
“Don’t hyung me, Yoongi.” He got up and his voice started to sound louder and louder. “All the times I have told you about my failed relationships, about my dates and suggesting you to try and enjoy your youth, and your best idea was not telling me you both had been going out for almost six years?!”. He was shouting, half in distress, half in shock.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, hyung?!” Namjoon got up and faced Jin, eyebrows furrowed and jaw gritted. “We have our reasons and we don’t have to tell you things we don’t want! This doesn’t concern you in any way!” He shouted louder close to his face. Jin’s confidence crumbled rapidly, meeting a face he had never wanted to see. Namjoon was angry at him and Yoongi couldn’t even bear to look his way, hiding behind Namjoon’s big figure.
Jin grabbed his things and went directly to his room, banging the door loudly. Leaning against the door, his back scurried down while breaking into a mix of sobs and tears. This is none of your business, never have been, never would be . He called Hoseok, close to the window where the signal was higher.
“Hey, Jin-hyung! How are you guys doing?” He answered back with a choked sob and babbled everything that happened since this morning till now, early afternoon while ignoring his stomach rumbles. “Hyung… shhhhh…. You need to calm down hyung, breathe with me okay? Breathe in…” Jin’s ragged breaths were calming little by little” …Breath out. That's it hyung. You’re doing it perfectly fine.” He cooed at the other side of the line. Jin rubbed his puffed red eyes and sighed more miserably than he already felt.
“Did you know about them, Hob-ah?”. He really loved to make himself suffer. “And don’t lie to me, I already have enough of lies today.” Hobi hesitated and finally admitted.
“I have known it for two years, hyung.” Oh. He laughed and shaked his head. Wasn’t he the biggest idiot on the planet? Because if Hoseok knew about it, Jimin did it too. Poor him, he had been whining over his unrequited feelings for the past years to both of them when they knew the fatal truth. Wasn’t he the most pathetic idiot across this planet?. “Hyung, I'm so sorry, you have no idea.” Even though Hoseok sounded in the verge of tears for keeping the secret for too long, Jin was not ready to continue the wave of pitiful excuses, he needed to block his mind and to not think about anything right now.
“Don’t. Don’t, please. They already told me it’s none of my damn business what their relationship is.” Like that he hung up and sighed. He continued having 5000 spare wons inside his bank account, but he already spent half of his broken college student savings in this escapade. Neither Jimin or Hobi had a car, and the other car available was now in Busan which was Taehyung’s car, a 2010’s Audi A4. He was not going to call them in the middle of their honeymoon phase when Jungkook’s parents couldn’t see their child for more than two weeks in three months.
Listening to nobody outside, he slowly opened the door and walked towards the kitchen.
We went to grab some groceries for tomorrow. We won’t be out for too long.
He let out the breath he was containing and started making the early dinner. He might be overwhelmed but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about them. Cooking in autopilot he tried to leave his mind as empty as possible, serving three plates.
He ate, the food tasted bland and he finished it without enjoying it too much. This was their first big fight in all the friendship years, so it was normal he felt uneasy. The other two plates were kept inside the microwave to keep them warm. Jin grabbed two beer cans and went outside to sit on the other porch, smaller and illuminated with the moon gleam. Using his phone he put Knowing me, Knowing you by ABBA, babbling the lyrics at the compass. He swayed his body while humming under his breath. ABBA would always make his mood improve quickly.
The moonlight was his only partner right now, so he smiled while sipping his beer. Fuck Namjoon, Yoongi and their friends for not telling him anything like they didn’t trust him enough, hah!. He was the best hyung ever and nobody could deny that. A ping came directly to his phone, the idiot was contacting him again with multiple pleas.
You know what? He would meet him, say fuck you, you stupid piece of shit and treat himself the biggest cake slice inside the campus cafeteria. Yes, the best plan for Monday afternoon. Locking his phone he finished the second beer can and felt rather hazy. His alcohol tolerance was not the best, but two beers were not going to make him a babbling mess. Getting up he started to go back to his room, banging himself with somebody in the process.
Jin groaned and looked down, facing Yoongi’s big pupils full of fear. What had happened? Was somebody injured?. He didn’t let the small guy answer, grabbing his wrist and going back inside as quickly as possible, facing Namjoon sitting at the kitchen table, surprised. The three of them stood without saying any words, Jin scanning around if any of them was injured. Seeing they were perfectly fine he decided to go back to his room but was stopped by the small rapper.
“Hyung, I thought you disappeared.” His voice sounded concerned. Jin stiffened but held the eye-contact. He thought about leaving but he would have lost too much money. “We need to talk.” His blood was starting to boil so he calmed himself down before answering him. His soft big eyes.
“Now is not the moment, Yoongi-chi. I am overwhelmed and I don’t think it is a good idea. Tomorrow.” Namjoon looked dejected, not opening his mouth after the anger peaking moment. He sighed, so tired and drained he would love to close his eyes and think it was just a bad dream. But of course, luck wasn’t at his side. “Hyung prepared the dinner for both of you, it’s inside the microwave. Heat it up and eat it, can you wash the dishes when you finish please?”.
“Of course hyung, you-you don’t have to worry about it.” Namjoon almost banged his knee against the table, getting up in a rush. Jin nodded and went to put his pajamas on. This day has passed in a bliss, and he only wanted to go to sleep. Throwing himself to his bed he groaned against the pillow, punching it lightly full of bubbly anger. Why, why, why .
He closed his eyes forcefully and tried emptying his mind, but of course the scene came back again and again to his mind. Tossing and turning for what it looked like hours, he tiptoed out of his bed directly to the kitchen. The bedroom door was closed, so he felt calmer. Putting the small kettle with water, he prepares himself a warm chamomile tea. He always had three small teabags for anxiety emergencies. His mother always made him a valerian or chamomile anytime he felt uneasy while rubbing his back and asking what was wrong.
He sighed and let the boiling water slowly brew the chamomile leaves, focused on the colour changing.
“Hyung”. Jin almost had a heart attack in his place when Namjoon’s deep voice crept from behind. He slightly turned around and observed how his hair was a complete mess, a bird nest. His cute rectangular framed glasses perched on his nose, and small pout on his thick lips. How could he be mad with his little genius?. “Hyung, are you mad at us?”. Jin softened and caressed his dimpled cheek.
“I’m not mad, Joon-ah. I’m sad.” He finally freed his feelings. Using the tea spoon he tried the beverage. “Sad that you didn’t trust me enough to say you were together. But that’s something we have to talk about with Yoongi-chi too.” He rubbed Namjoon’s shoulder and sat on the couch. Blowing the tea he observed how the younger one looked back at him with an indecipherable sight, like yearning a reaction from him. Nodding silently he went back to his room. The soft caramel light illuminated the instance, he grabbed some crossroads and started doing them, maybe he could become tired by doing them.
His limbs felt heavier as the minutes passed by, blinking more slowly, his eyelids felt heavy so before he passed out on the couch he left the mug on the drawer, threw himself to the bed and closed his eyes. The next morning he woke up later than expected, already the food smell started invading the small house.
Stretching out he went out of his bed, going directly to the shower. After feeling awake, he put on some sweatpants, his pastel pink hoodie, socks and sandals. His mullet hair fluffed out, skin preening perfectly. Advancing he faced Yoongi cutely cooking with a big black apron tied at his back. His eyes continued slightly puffed from sleep, a peeking gummy smile on his lips.
“Good morning, Jinnie-hyung.” He nodded, a little absent mindedly and sat on the table. Namjoon was across from him, glancing at him shyly. “Did you sleep well?”.
“I did, thanks for asking Yoongi-chi.” A soft smile escaped from his rosy lips. The noodle pot came back to the table and the three of them served themselves before starting eating in complete silence. Jin sometimes glanced at them discreetly, sometimes locking the gazes with one of them. “I think we have to unpack what happened yesterday.”
“We should. Please don’t be mad, we had our reasons to not say anything”. Yoongi talked as fast as he rapped, fortunately he was used to it. “It’s mostly my fault we didn’t tell you anything”.
“That’s not true hyung, it’s my fault too.” Namjoon protested, so sweet, already sharing the burden of not telling their hyung about how much they adore each other. Something you are not allowed to have, Seokjin. He ignored the internal voice and let him continue. “We got together spontaneously. We had our differences back then, but chose to ignore the growing attraction we felt towards each other.” He explained, Jin was gulping his feelings, his throat dry and stomach turned back. “All of that exploded on our faces one day, the day you left.” Okay that was becoming almost pathetically painful for him, like he wasn’t needed back then. Seeing how his facial expression changed, Namjoon almost panicked in his seat. “Don’t get me wrong, hyung. We missed you so much and we didn’t tolerate each other when you weren’t there that instead of punching ourselves we ended up conveying that unsatisfactory feeling into a heated up make out session.” He laughed sheepishly. Yoongi made circles in Namjoon’s thigh, feeling the clear burn at the pit of his stomach.
“Oh my god”. Jin laughed softly, imagining how a small punk Yoongi in the heat of the moment smashed his lips against a confused nerdy Namjoon, being messy, uncoordinated and ridiculous. “That’s rather cute, Joon-ah. The day I left I was worried sick that without me you would start fighting again.” He leaned his chair back and fumbled slowly.
“That moment we understood we felt something more than hatred for each other, discovering how we had so many things in common that we chose to ignore when it came to hate each other.” Yoongi said with a chuckle on his lips. Jin looked at him fondly, years ago it would have been practically impossible to tear the walls surrounding Yoongi’s heart, but now that soft side made his heart melt into a big love puddle.
“That’s so sweet, Yoongi-chi.” He encouraged the younger one to continue talking, but he felt curious about something bugging him for the past eight years. “But Yoonie, I never got it why you didn’t get along in the first place”. He questioned curiously. Both lovers looked at each other, silently debating something he really didn’t understand and looked back at him with eyes full of soft hidden intentions.
“We both set our eyes on the same person and felt incredibly and messily attracted to them. It was like love at first sight and Joonie and I would rather compete than get along to gain their attention.” Jin got silent and let his brain process what was happening. Both of them were in love with the same person? But ended up being together. Can you imagine it was you the one they fell in love with? . His heart was telling him it was the biggest possibility and an adrenaline rush crept from the back of his spine. Their piercing gazes were set on his face, so he felt maybe it was a hint. He was wishing with all his heart from their mouths to confess an unwilling attraction. So he was going to risk part of his mental sanity only to prove his theory.
“That’s so movie-like, Joonie, Yoonie.” He lightly chuckled before continuing. “What a coincidence, I was completely hooked up by a pair of cuties back then in highschool.” Namjoon’s pupils dilated comically while Yoongi tried to swallow a non-existent lump inside his throat. “They really made me feel a wide range of emotions and I fell hard like a teenager does.” Sighing dreamily he just let the question in the air. “But I’m glad you finally confided in me such an important matter. Hyung loves you and will always be by your side no matter what could happen”. He heard some sniffles coming from them and he smiled. “But please, refrain yourselves from fucking like animals this weekend.” He joked and Namjoon laughed.
After that talk, everything started to become less awkward between the three of them but Jin was not fully satisfied. Of course he felt relieved their friendship was not going to end, but he felt greedy wanting to have both of them for himself. Namjoon suggested doing a barbecue for dinner because he found a barbecue pit outside to do it. So, using the remaining vegetables and the cheapest meat they could have, they were going to enjoy their last day at the house before going back to Seoul.
The morning passed quickly by reading on the couch inside, pretty cold outside, or playing Uno. Yoongi snuggled in one of the couches, Jin silently asked if he could join him and he curled to one corner to let him have space. Both tucked under the blanket, they started cuddling and dozing off. Namjoon stroked their hair and let them cuddle for the rest of the morning till early afternoon. When the sun started setting, Namjoon suggested preparing the barbecue.
Jin was the one in charge of grilling the meat and vegetables on the pit, while Yoongi helped prepare some noodles to accompany the main dish. Namjoon, knowing how clumsy he was, was in charge of cozying up the place they were going to use for dinner. With the fire set, Jin stood close to the heat while observing both of his dongsaengs entertained doing their tasks. He used the other apron he found in one of the kitchen’s cabinets. The ashes were being blown by the soft chilly afternoon breeze, now was the perfect time to start grilling the meat.
Looking up he discreetly saw how all the alcohol they bought was being poured on the glasses. Namjoon approached and offered him a beer while he was focusing on the barbecue. Not so long after, Yoongi appeared with the hot pot, setting it in the middle of the table. The couple exchanged looks, smiling like they were starstrucked. Jin finished the beer and took the plate where all the food was recently grilled and went to sit in one of the available chairs. When did they buy two soju bottles? Well, who cares.
The three of them started eating, sharing some jokes in the middle and almost snorting noodles from their noses. The soju shots started to make Jin’s mind fuzzy, like a peaceful mind state. They were talking about one time, Namjoon broke his jeans while hiking, last autumn when they went back to Daegu. Jin felt like his brain was not listening to anything they were saying, but he nodded with a dumb smile in his thick lips. All till his no filter mouth betrayed him at the last minute.
“You know, Ho-Sook contacted me.” He sighed annoyed. “He wanted to talk again about the whole cheating behind my back situation.” Yoongi tensed up, eyebrows almost furrowed annoyingly. “And I’m going to meet him.” That made Namjoon emit one of the most territorial growls he ever heard from the younger one.
“Why are you going to see the bastard again Jin-hyung? He’s a piece of shit that you don’t need to be in contact with again.” Namjoon growled under his teeth, Jin felt something crawling from the pit of his stomach. A heat he forgot he felt anytime the genius behaved like a possessive idiot. “Just block the whiny bitch and forget about him”.
“I was contemplating that option for a long period of time, but I have a better idea”. The mischievous smile planted on Jin’s lips made Yoongi’s lips curve into a sneaky smile. “I’m going to publicly humiliate him and then treat myself to the thickest cake slice inside the campus cafeteria”. He puffed like he was extremely proud of himself but deflated not so long after. “Why do I end up going out with the worst people? It’s like I have an inclination for them.” He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I just want somebody to treat me right. Is that so difficult to ask?”.
“Maybe the best option has always been in front of your nose, hyung.” Yoongi whispered under his breath, voice almost trembling. Jin felt a shiver run rapidly in his spine, almost straightening up in the act. His cheeks started to feel on fire, was it the alcohol? Was it shyness? His slightly unfocused eyes dared to look directly at both of them, discovering a feeling he had never seen. Want.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Yoongi-chi. Hoseok and Jimin are not so interested in my poor ass.” He leaned against his palm, an almost imperceptible smile planted in his lips. Namjoon clicked his tongue in disbelief, like he couldn’t believe his hyung was dense as a brick.
“Those two have a strange relationship, but that’s not who I am talking about, hyung.”
“Oh but Kookie and Tae are really focused on their own pink lovely bubble; they don’t notice anything that happens around them.” He hummed, fake thinking about something important and trying not to laugh with the frustrated huff Yoongi let out from his mouth. Namjoon grabbed his wrist and obliged to watch him directly at his hazy orbs. Jin gulped slowly, almost shivering thanks to the brusque contact.
“Stop playing hyung, you know what we are talking about.” His voice sounded raspy, thanks to the alcohol ingested. He let go of his frail wrist and Jin felt rather confident and leaned against the wood table. Uncrossing his legs he started teasing both of them.
“Do I? I don’t think so, Joonie.” He got up and started gathering the utensils to bring them back to the kitchen. “The only thing hyung knows is how pathetically in love he has been all these years with his two cute dongsaengs”. He pouted and started walking back to the house. Leaving everything in the sink he felt his legs tremble with adrenaline. He let the air he was containing in his lungs out with a hitched sigh.
Not so late after, while he was cleaning the dishes he felt the small figure caging him against the sink. A tingle travelled through this spine, feeling only the residual heat of his body against his broad back. Jin tried to be calmed while he was drying the three bowls, but of course his body betrayed him when he felt Yoongi’s button nose against his spine. The breath puffs made his skin boil, biting his lips to not emit any pathetic whine.
“Are you serious about what you said, hyung?” His pouty lips were ghosting against his shirt. Both big bony hands were against the counter. He didn’t calculate feeling Namjoon’s breath against his earshell. Those thick lips were grazing the cartilage and he wanted to scream. What happened to his two adorable dongsaengs? He was not complaining, though. “Answer, doll”. He couldn’t hide the cute whimper that escaped his thick pink lips.
“What do you think. Yoongi-chi?” His voice sounded almost broken. “I’m really bad at lying, though” He smirked trying to feel calm enough, but the animalistic growl that abandoned his lips made him squirm in his place.
“For fuck sake, hyung.” He growled under his breath.” Do you have any idea how crazy we are about you?” He glued his chest to Jin’s back for the older one to feel how he was inside his loose sweatpants. Jin was mentally containing the necessity to grind his hips against him. “Now you know who Joonie and I fought constantly to gain their attention. You always were so cute but your senior year was like a torture to both of us.” His lips kissed his nape lightly and Jin gasped.
“That’s true, senior year. From being the cute hyung to full blown sexiness.” Namjoon whispered against his eardrum and nibbled his earlobe softly before sucking a hickey under his ear. “Everybody were like bloodhounds, trying to catch your attention, almost throwing themselves at you hyung. So we had to fight those bastards and fight each other too. Lots of tension built up.” He chuckled against his skin, tongue started lapping the creamy neck.
“And then, college time being a walking sin and the best human being inside this planet.” Yoongi’s hands travelled to his small waist. “That Ho-Sook bastard was hovering around you like a vulture, and he had the balls to cheat on you. I wanted to smash his pathetic head when you started crying.” Jin slightly smiled, Yoongi always had been there to console him whenever he had his heart broken. “Let’s not talk about that idiot”.
Namjoon grabbed Jin’s chin and lifted up to meet those glossed dark eyes. He let the younger caress his cheek and slightly leaned against the touch.
“Our god-like hyung.” He whispered mesmerized, being closer than two seconds ago and eyeing his puffy lips. “So pretty”. Jin hummed pleased under his breath. “So beautiful”. Jin’s cheeks were reddening thanks to every compliment he was receiving. “Yoonie-hyung, can I kiss hyungie?”. He waited for the older one to answer and that’s who he understood the dynamics between them. Holy shit, that was sexy . Namjoon whined when the cat-eyed man didn’t answer his question.
“You have to ask him nicely, Joon-ah.” His voice was even deeper than five minutes ago and Jin nibbled his lip. His authoritative voice made him weak on his knees. “Hyung, would you like Joonie to kiss you? He’s really good with his tongue.”
“Oh my god, Yoongi.” He grasped exasperatedly. “Yes, yes you can kiss me Joonie.” The younger one didn’t lose any minute before smashing their lips together. Jin started to melt under his pillowy lips and used his spare hand to scrape Namjoon’s scalp softly. Their lips slotted together as they kissed. Yoongi’s hands didn’t stop roaming his body slowly. When his sneaky veiny hand entered inside his shirt he moaned against Namjoon’s lips wantonly.
“My two babies are so pretty.” Both whined against their lips while making out slowly. They were savoring each other’s mouth like they could finally do it. Yoongi’s fingertip traced patterns on his heated skin and he lightly thrusted against Jin’s pert ass. “Why don’t we continue on your bed, hyungie? It’s big enough for the three of us”. They stopped kissing, a fine trail of saliva connecting their mouths and they nodded. They walked quickly, snickering like teenagers till they arrived at the big dorm.
Yoongi sat on the bed’s edge with his legs spreaded and a big smug face. Namjoon stood behind Jin and waited for the mischievous hyung’s instructions.
“Come here, Hyungie.” Jin hesitated, he was bigger than the younger one and he could harm him with his weight. Like Yoongi was reading his mind, he grabbed his wrist and guided him. “Joonie always rides me, so don’t think you’re going to suffocate me”. That mental image made him groan, confirming his suspicions. “You need to know, pretty, that he likes to watch.” He whispered against his breath. Their faces were a few inches apart, making Jin gulp. “Can I…?”
“Yes you can, Yoongi-chi.” He whispered. His lips connected with urgency, supplying all those kiss deprived years, finally finishing the love tension they had surrounded them since their first meet. Yoongi was kissing him eagerly, different from Namjoon. When Jin gasped between kisses, Yoongi used that opportunity to introduce his tongue inside the wet cavern. If Namjoon was already an excellent kisser, Yoongi was even better, proving the tongue technology he always presumed on his dissing raps. He sucked his tongue, making the younger one groan against his breath.
While they were messily making out, Namjoon emitted small needy whines, finally watching his two stunning hyungs ravishing their mouths. Jin grinded against Yoongi’s crotch, making the rapper slowly moan. His big bony hands gripped his hips and guided the slow thrusts against the perky ass he always dreamed about.
“Can I take your shirt off, hyungie?” Yoongi said against his shoulder, lightly nipping the flushed skin. He nodded, trembling hands reaching the shirt buttons. Slowly opening, discovering more creamy skin under that silky peach colored shirt. Yoongi almost lost it when one of the perked buds was pierced. “Oh god, hyung”. He groaned.
“I lost a bet with Hojoon. He really knew Jackson was taken. So I had to pierce one of my nipples. Not gonna lie, it hurted like a bitch.” Yoongi chuckled, before pinching it softly. Jin let a long moan take over. “Don’t, please. It’s really sensitive”. He begged and Yoongi pecked his lips.
“Hmmm is it really?” His mouth travelled from his neck to his collarbones, leaving small marks on his flushed skin till he reached those two pink buds.”I don’t know, hyung”. He feigned innocence and suckled gently the pierced one. Jin closed his eyes and rolled his eyes at the back of his head with a silent moan. Nibbling the metal balls he discovered how pretty he looked so wrecked with a simple movement. “I’m so jealous that so many idiots have seen this pretty face of you”. His other hand fondled his ass. “What are you doing, Joonie? Behaving for hyung?.” He nodded with a big tent inside his sweatpants and did not dare to touch himself without permission. He knew that if he didn’t behave, he would provoke the authoritative figure inside his hyung. “That’s it, good boy.” Namjoon couldn’t stop the long whine escaping his thick lips.
Yoongi’s hands peeled off the pinkish shirt slowly, discovering how tiny his hyung’s waist was. His creamy skin was already flushed from his neck till his clavicles, bread cheeks puffed and eyes unfocused.
“Joon-ah, come here”. The youngest didn’t waste any time and approached the couple in a bliss. His big hands were perfectly molded against his ribs, continuing eye contact between the couple coordinating themselves at a slow pace. “Hyungie, what do you wanna do?”. His voice was vibrating against his neck. Namjoon’s lips were ghosting against Jin’s shoulder blades making it complicated to order his thoughts.
“I want you to fuck me”. That made the younger one hum pleased. “And I want to suck off Joonie, can I?.” Namjoon sucked a spot between the shoulder blades, making Jin’s mouth open in a silent moan.
“As you wish, prince. Get on your stomach and open your legs, please.” He obeyed and let his sweatpants roll out of his legs together with his silky boxers. His body was drunk of lust, thrill and nervousness while waiting. The first thing he felt was a light bite on one of his ass cheeks. “Perfect ass, babe”. He shivered when the wet tongue started lapping closely to his rim. Using both of his hands he eagerly separated the ass cheeks and suppressed a groan after watching the pretty hole he had. Namjoon shyly approached from the front and sat in front of Jin just to observe how his face scrunched in pleasure. Before he could softly scowl at his dongsaengs for teasing him, he felt the tip of his tongue close to the rim and let the younger one eat him out like he was the main dish after being deprived of eating for days. The loud moan indicated how sensitive he was, and Yoongi took it as a signal to continue opening him up with his tongue movements.
Namjoon from the other side was panting in his place, while his hyung was eagerly fucking him with his tongue. Looking up, their eyes met and he knew what he had to do. With the tent inside his pants he went to the other room hurriedly to grab the brand new lube tube they bought, strawberry. Arriving back he bit his lips when the bony hand slapped their pretty hyung’s soft butt.
“I could be hours and hours eating you out till you’re wrecked beneath me”. His voice sounded deep and desperate.” But I’m in a hurry, we already waited eight years to have you, hyung. Could you get on your back, please?”. Jin’s legs felt wobbly, almost deep in an edged state. “Joonie, come here. Won’t you ask hyung to help you out, love?”. He whined and approached the almost wrecked man, sprayed on the bed trying to recompose himself.
“Hyung… Can you help me?.” His voice almost sounded like a small mewl, nodding as he licked his lips. The bulge was big, and a wet spot was forming in the middle of it.
“Aren’t you wearing underwear, Joonie?”. He shaked his head and Jin didn’t waste any time grabbing the sweatpants’ waistband. He took it out and observed how he was fully hard, slit beading precum and head red. Using his dominant hand, he pumped slowly the shaft, making him leak a little bit more. Not waiting for too much, Jin attached his lips and sucked hard the dick head enjoying the bitter taste inside his mouth. Namjoon whined loudly and stopped his hips from bucking. Yoongi observed the scene while he coated his fingers with lube, warming it up before using it.
Jin got a whiff from strawberries and opened his eyes, meeting Namjoon’s hazy ones, he remembered. His cheeks were impossibly red and he slightly punished the younger one by giving small licks around, ignoring his needy whimpers. While being distracted, Yoongi started to finger him up slowly, searching for his prostate and calming him from the foreign intrusion.
After observing how Namjoon’s eyes were starting to gloss up from frustration he moaned loudly, hole clenching after Yoongi found his sweet spot.
“That was the sexiest moan I have ever heard, hyung.” His husky tone mixed with the heavy pants and sheets rustling that invaded the room. Putting himself a condom and smearing more lube on his dick he aligned the head against his hole and started to penetrate him slowly. Jin almost choked, feeling the warm fullness inside. Yoongi moaned silently, the delicious heat and pressure he felt from his inner walls.” You’re so fucking tight.” Namjoon silently asked both of them if he could really move his hips.
Like that, with a slow pace Jin was being fucked at both ends. Namjoon’s thighs clenched anytime the head of his cock brushed the back of Jin’s throat and Yoongi continued snapping his hips, chasing the burnt orgasm. Jin was already out of his mind, surrounded with a mix of pleasure and delicious overwhelming tears gathering at his eyes. He felt the damp pulsing at his tongue and sucked even harder, Namjoon cried out in the process and came hard inside his mouth.
Yoongi eagerly kissed and he tasted bittersweet. Hips thrusting at a brutal pace, being almost erratic really close to cumming. Before even flashing out of his own orgasm he looked back at Seokjin, legs opened up and at his shoulders, a fine sweat layer covering his body smeared with the non stop precum, lips completely swollen and red and pupils blown. His adorable mullet was a complete mess and Yoongi didn’t stop his hand from tangling inside his hair and tugging it gently, just to hear a pretty whine escaping his thick lips.
Both of them came at the same time, wrecked moans smashed against their lips. Yoongi continued fucking him for a minute more just to watch how pretty his hyung looked overstimulated. After the whole exercise, he fell against Jin’s chest and started to feel tired, not used to doing more than walking around and sometimes some squats.
Namjoon approached both and kissed gently the top of Jin’s head, going to get some wet rags to clean themselves. While spacing out, Yoongi sprayed kisses around his chest assuring how whipped he was for his favourite hyung. Jin tangled his fingers on Yoongi’s messy bangs, softly grazing his scalp. He felt the rumble inside his chest, like a cat’s purr. Both of them hissed after Yoongi got out from him, observing themselves with a fond smile. After cleaning the sticky cum and sweat, Jin felt self conscious. He had confessed his adoration and was mutual but would it be overstepping if both of them stayed the night cuddling?. Seeing how conflicted he looked, Namjoon was the one taking the lead to talk.
“Could we sleep the three of us here? You know, cuddling, spooning, kissing?”. Jin relaxed instantly and nodded. Both of them sandwiched him: Yoongi was behind him, arm wrapped against his hips, fingers tracing patterns on his thighs. Namjoon was in front of him, letting Jin bury his head against his strong chest. Jin almost cried relieved, finally having his head against the bulging chest and he rubbed his cheek to calm Namjoon’s agitated heart.
“Night, loves”. He whispered, and felt how both of his dongsaengs curled closer to him as a response. This was what he had been wanting to have for so long, and he was the luckiest bastard alive. Not so long after that, he dozed off.
The next morning he woke up feeling the heat surrounding him like a furnace, groaning displeased for feeling like his body was inside a sauna. When he opened his eyes they had changed positions, now Yoongi was the one laying against his chest and Namjoon was curling against his back; breath puffs hitting the back of his shoulder. Both seemed to be in a deep slumber so wiggling softly he got partially out from one of the hugging monsters. The problem came when Yoongi’s sensitive senses woke him up when he tried to wiggle out from his tight grip. Both observed each other and snickered soundlessly before going out of bed. Tiptoeing and grabbing some towels and clean clothing they showered together, lazy making out and letting their fingers mould the curves and edges each of them had.
They walked back to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast surrounded by a comfortable silence, only the bubbling Italian coffee maker was the sound that invaded the complete silence. After having almost everything ready, Yoongi encouraged Jin to go and wake up their cute boyfriend. He was extra hissy and cuddly recently woken up. Before that, the rapper stole a quick peck from his lips and gummy smiled at him preparing the rest of the breakfast alone.
Jin opened the door, and watched how he was rolling at the bed, searching half asleep for somebody to cuddle with and almost grumbling about not finding it. Jin contained a coo and went to caress his head and wake him up gently. Namjoon’s response was to curl close and not let go, like a possessive puppy.
“Joon, baby.” He whined with his deep velvety voice, raspy from waking up. “Breakfast is ready, have a shower and join Yoonie and I, okay?” He nodded disoriented and got slowly out of bed. Grabbing the bed sheets they stained, he searched for a washing machine pod, luckily finding some of them the last tenants left there. Jin was in a bubble, not believing what had happened last night. What if this was a dream and he was going to wake up?. Better think positive. All those negative thoughts simmered when he saw both of them looking at him with fond eyes and soft smiles, like their deep longing had been finally fulfilled. Putting the washing machine to work, they sat and started eating continuously, sharing more small stories and remembering highschool funny anecdotes to enjoy the last two hours inside the cabin.
Jin felt a mix of overjoyment and peacefulness just by looking how comfortable the silence surrounding them was. He almost jumped a little when he felt some fingertips grazing his, looking up and encountering Yoongi’s shy smile. Lacing their fingers they observed how Namjoon started excitedly babbling about one project he was going to form part from. This finally felt right , felt like the perfect equation they needed in their lives.
When the washing machine stopped, they hung the bed sheets and tidied up the places they used. It was close to going back the whole road back to civilization. Looking back at how the chaotic weekend started, Jin was more than glad that after the whole mess everything was properly solved. Putting his clothes back to the suitcase, he heard giggles from the contiguous room. Closing his bag he advanced directly to their room and found them making a mess, Namjoon throwing his sweater right to Yoongi’s head and Yoongi grunting and grabbing the spare pillow to stop him from being a big brat. Snickering he leaned against the door and just stood there observing all the details he never had the opportunity to see: How Namjoon cackled anytime he was being hit, Yoongi’s soft eyes filled with sneakiness while hitting him.
“Yah, we should be leaving the house, not destroying the order inside.” Both stopped and glanced back, looking like two kids caught doing naughty things behind their parents' backs “Kidding, lets go baby. I’m gonna be the one driving”.
Like that, they filled the booth with their stuff and let the oldest drive to the small village. They had to give the keys back to the elder woman inside the convenience store. Namjoon was the one sitting beside him, Yoongi behind him. The younger one spared timid glances, mesmerized with Jin’s sculpted profile being caught more than once red handed. When they parked, Namjoon was the one in charge of giving the keys back. Only Yoongi and Jin remained inside the car.
“Can I ask you something, hyung?.” Jin hummed in response and waited for the other to continue. “Why did you never say something?”. Softly tapping his fingers against the steer wheel he answered.
“I was supposed to take care of you, as my hyung role. Not to fall in love with both of you, so the eternal conflict thought it was better to remain fulfilling my role instead of listening to my heart.” He felt Yoongi's hand reach from behind his shoulder, giving him more courage to let those feelings escape his troubled mind.”But I failed both of you, first as your hyung not realizing how you were old enough to not be treated as kids, and by turning a blind eye to behaviours you displayed between each other.”
“That’s in the past. Now the important thing is that you gave us the opportunity we have been bearing to have all this time”. Both laughed softly and saw how the younger one appeared with two bags of chips and some candies. “Joon-ah you’re gonna have cavities if you continue consuming so much sugar.”
“Leave me alone, hyung.” he grumbled and sat on the front seat. Surrounded by a comfortable silence they drove the whole road back home. When they reached back the campus, the afternoon lights were slowly disappearing and humidity peaked, having a cold humid sunset. Taking their bags out and locking the car, they stood for seconds close to each other without having an idea of what to do next. After breathing slowly and calming his rapid heart pumps, Jin turned back and faced both of them.
“I’m not going to continue with my thesis till Wednesday. I discovered a cute coffee shop three blocks away from here, would you like to go there?”. His cheeks were a bit red and he chewed his lip, trying not to precipitate himself. But who could blame him? He was finally with his two cute dongsaengs after stupidly pining for both of them for almost ten years.
“It's a date?.” Yoongi asked dumbly, voice almost blending with the noise while he was scratching lightly his nape. Namjoon's eyes opened widely surprised.
“Haven’t I been clear enough?. Of course it’s a date, dumbass.” Jin groaned, embarrassed, gripping his backpack and suitcase harshly, all the courage gathered simmering quickly. Namjoon smiled full dimpley and grabbed his things. Yoongi let a gummy smile escape from his pouty lips.
“Let’s meet in ten minutes, just the time to unpack and grab our things. See ya, hyungs!”. In a hurry the youngest almost flies away right to his dorm room, making both Yoongi and Jin giggle in the process. So full of energy after the whole rollercoaster. Jin felt Yoongi’s bony fingers approaching him timidly, and he finished the tangling, lacing their fingers together.
“Finally”. The felined eyed sighed, and both observed each other, full of fondness. This was going to be the start of a new chapter of their lives. A lot of things needed to be discussed, but if they could stand each other for almost a decade this was going to be a piece of cake.
“Finally.”