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The prank war had gone on for months, constantly escalating bit by bit. It kept on gaining traction due to Jungkook's stupidly competitive nature and Taehyung's inability to give up, ever.

Yoongi, frankly, was getting migraines.

It had all started with Taehyung, playing the childish joke of sneaking up on Jungkook and yelling to surprise him. In retaliation, Jungkook had drawn a dick in eyeliner on Taehyung's face while he slept and he nearly went out into a fan meet, phallic faced and half awake.

It spiralled into more and more childish jokes, everything from blow horns to invisible ink to whoopie cushions. The other members had ended up in the crossfire quite a few times - forcing Jin at one point to put the two other grown ass men into time out. Jungkook would have protested, but he did end up hitting Namjoon in the face with wet spaghetti instead of his intended target.

But - it was all in good fun.

The pranks ended up with loud obnoxious laughter reverberating through the room, both Jungkook and Taehyung going pink in the face with laughter.

It relieved the stress of being idols and broke up the tension when things good far too taxing. Because of the fairly consistent laughter, Namjoon let it be and never scolded them harshly.

They had rules - no breaking or destroying anything, nothing psychologically traumatizing like faking a death, nothing that could end with someone getting physically hurt. Just good, light-hearted fun.

Jungkook had been pondering his latest prank in the shower, rinsing the soap from his hair. He was considering replacing the hairspray in the cabinet with a blow horn, wondering how he could put it just so Taehyung would be the victim when suddenly the door to the bathroom bursts open loudly and a hand darts into the curtain, yanking at the shower knob and turning the warm shower into pelts of ice cold water.

Jungkook screams at the shocking action, then screams again when the ice water hits him smack in the face.

"Taehyung!" He yells, hearing the vocalist's distant laughter.

Jungkook is quick to turn the water off and stumbles out of the shower, haphazardly grabbing a towel to yank around his waist. He sprints down the hall, soaking wet. He saw a flash of Taehyung's bright coloured hair in the living room and picks up the pace. He skids awkwardly on the floor but his wet feet gained enough traction and he pounces when he catches up, tackling the elder onto the couch.

"Fuck - you're wet!" Taehyung yells the obvious, squirming as Jungkook pinned him to the couch in a bear hug.

"Karma!" Jungkook announced breathlessly. He wrestles Taehyung's arms above the latter's head, pinning his wrists down. "Call mercy!" He says through laughter, making the elder struggle more.

"Never!" Taehyung says defiantly, jutting out his bottom lip.

"I'll make you beg for it!" Jungkook says through his giggling, grinning brightly with something else in his eyes.

'Beg for it'

The words sent chills of something he couldn't explain down his spine. Taehyung's eyes fall to Jungkook's lips, pink and plump and looking painfully inviting. He tries to drag his eyes away and pull his attention somewhere else but his gaze falls to the younger's entirely exposed dripping wet chest. He's drawn in by how Jungkook's muscles flexed to hold him down. How soft the skin looks. Taehyung wants to bite it. His brain unceremoniously floods with explicit images just because of the sight above him. Their laughter dies out.

Taehyung's body sparks with arousal and he squirms, now desperately needing freedom from the situation. His face was heating up at an alarming rate and his head spun with the sudden redirection of blood flow. The squirming had only loosened the towel on Jungkook's hips dangerously.

A drop of water from Jungkook's hair pulls Taehyung from his thoughts as it lands on his cheek. He stirs more and Jungkook continued to stare with an unreadable expression, eyes glazed over and lips parted.

"Mercy," Taehyung says, voice shallow and weak.

Jungkook continues to stare into Taehyung's eyes, grip tightening. The younger leans down and his grip loosens, hands sliding up to Taehyung's palms. Taehyung grows even dizzier with proximity, hands curling to grip Jungkook's hands. The oaky cinnamon smell from the stolen body wash Kook used made Taehyung's skin tingle. It smelled much better on Jungkook than Namjoon he decided.

The tension makes the breath catch in both singers throats' and Taehyung's back arches a bit as he leans up, tee-shirt growing damp from where it meets the latter's exposed chest.

Hoseok kicks open the door and announces he has to take a shit, stopping when he sees the scene on the couch. Jungkook and Taehyung rip away from one another, blinking like owls as Hoseok blinked back.

"What is going on in here on this day?" He accuses, eyebrows drawing together comically.

Jungkook tries to cover himself, feeling exposed.

"Prank," Taehyung supplies. Hoseok squints.

"There's nothing wrong with homosexuality-" Hoseok starts, theatrical.

"Hyung-" Jungkook interjects.

"It's normal to want to suck a lil bit of dick, fuck a lil ass-"

"Hyung-"

"You know in my time I've sucked quite a few-"

"Hyung for the love of god go shit!" Jungkook yells, making Hoseok dissolve into peals of laughter, doing a funky little dance to the bathroom.

Taehyung and Jungkook make eye contact and promptly burst into laughter.

That night, when Jungkook slips an obnoxious amount of hot sauce into his food, Taehyung decides he needs to come up with the ultimate retaliation.

The vocalist lays in his bed, thinking back to how Jungkook's chest rippled with every breath, eyes shining, arms fully flexed. Taehyung's eyes fall shut and he slips a hand down his pants, breath shallow.

It couldn't be helped. Taehyung had been having these - these urges since before their debut. Jungkook was so beautiful kind to him, he just wanted to touch him. All the time. He grabs his dick and slowly pumps it a few times, eyes rolling back.

Taehyung's brain pictures Jungkook's mouth, his smile, the way those plump and pouty lips would look wrapped around his dick.

He bites down on the knuckles of his opposite hand, swallowing down the noises he wanted to make. Taehyung's hand moves frantically across his cock as he looks over to the bed beside his own and the bunk above it. Downsides to sharing a room, he laments. His eyes fall shut again as he pictures what Jungkook would look like overcome with pleasure, thighs shaking. He glances back at Jungkook's sleeping figure for a little source material. He can see the latter's pretty lips and relaxed expression peeking out from above the covers of his bed. Taehyung's fantasies switched between pounding Jungkook and being pounded by him. Tonight - his mind wandered to having him splayed out and coming undone.

Taehyung comes hard to the thought of Jungkook begging for more while riding him.

The walk of shame to the bathroom never felt more disgusting and satisfying.

It takes two weeks for Taehyung to formulate a countermeasure against the enemy and one more week to gain the materials. The entire time Jungkook is a lot more on edge, not letting Taehyung get to close as he waits for retaliation. And that in itself was a victory, but they did end up cuddling on the couch in their boxers at two in the morning watching the Kardashians. So maybe Jungkook didn't fear Taehyung enough. He wasn't sure.

One of Jungkook's proudest pranks was slipping a laxative into Taehyung's drink, making the older vocalist live in the confinement of the bathroom for a whole day.

But now Taehyung had his revenge.

Aphrodisiacs.

It was a small jar of powder that he'd found in an herbs store while searching for relief for his throat. The container claimed that, when consumed, the person would feel overwhelmed with lust and hormones for almost 12 hours. Taehyung cackled evilly the whole way home, picturing Jungkook having to deal with an uncomfortable boner all day. He was going to give the younger hell for it too, teasing him about being a horny emotional teen even though he was finally an adult. Taehyung mentally rehearsed all the lines he was going to use and the next morning he slipped a tablespoon of the stuff right into Jungkook's coffee.

And Jungkook was none the wiser.

When they went to the fan meet that morning everything ran smoothly. Too smoothly.

Jungkook wasn't suffering.

He was his usual outgoing self. Taehyung slips a bit more into the younger's second coffee of the day and it goes unnoticed yet again.

But that's when Taehyung realized.

He fucked up.

They're in the car on the way to their music show filming. Taehyung's dozing off as he tended to do during car rides when he feels the person next to him squirm. He nudges their leg with his own to get them to stop when he hears a sharp intake of air.

Blinking dazedly he tosses a glance at the person next to him.

Jungkook.

He was tugging his hoodie lower, writing a bit as his hand moved suspiciously in the pocket. His face was flushed a deep color and his eyes and lips were glossy. He was the textbook definition of flustered and Taehyung's brain immediately tells him that - shit - this was an allergic reaction. Because it just must be.

He grabs the younger's thigh, concern hard set in his expression.

"What's wrong?" He asks softly, giving the latter's muscle a soft friendly squeeze. Jungkook crosses his legs, effectively trapping Taehyung's hand.

Jungkook's half-lidded eyes lock on his own and he leans in, nuzzling Taehyung's cheek and neck boldly. His breath was heavy against the older male's throat, coming out in shallow, desperate pants.

"I feel so funny… Taetae," he whispers, making Taehyung try to retreat. Jungkook just roughly grabs his bicep.

"I- I don't know what's wrong with me - I feel so sensitive," Jungkook mutters. He buries his face into Taehyung's throat, legs rubbing together slowly and hips twitching.

"At the fan meet I was a little flustered, but like.. it just kept getting worse and I just feel so - fuck. I don't even know. Horny? Please don't make fun of me I swear to god," the vocalist continues to explain, voice pathetic. The guilt was going to eat Taehyung alive.

"I did this to you," he fesses up, making Jungkook chuckle.

"I've gotten hard to the sight of you before but I really don't think-" the younger retorts.

"I slipped an aphrodisiac in your coffee to get you back for the laxatives and the shower water and the chilli sauce and - wait. You've gotten hard to me?" Taehyung blurts out in a rushed whisper, keeping his voice below the car radio.

"Yeah, now how in the fuck are you going to fix this," Jungkook complains, pressing himself closer to Taehyung. His whole body was aching for some contact. Sure they were good friends, and contact was normal, but Jungkook was pushing it.

Taehyung peers at the two rows of seats in front of theirs, filled with the other members, a manager.

He takes a deep breath.

"I have no idea," he admits. Jungkook scrunches up his nose.

"Hyung," he whines, a little too loudly for Taehyung's taste. He grips the thigh under his palm a little harder and Jungkook gasps.

"Touch me," Jungkook requests, eyes serious and deadset.

"What? No-" Taehyung hisses out in response.

"You owe me," Jungkook counters. Taehyung takes another deep breath. He did owe Jungkook - but it was wrong in so many ways. Taehyung's head sags a bit and Jungkook wiggles closer.

"You want me to get you off?" Taehyung says, voice barely audible. Jungkook nods in a flurry. "In the back seat of the van, god you're into this aren't you?" He asks, making Jungkook bow his head and bite his lip.

"You like it when people can catch you? You like the rush of it?" Taehyung questioned, mouth pressed to Jungkook's ear. His voice was so hushed Jungkook had to strain a bit to hear.

Taehyung's hand was massaging the highest part of Jungkook's inner thigh, making the younger squirm.

"What are you thinking about?" Taehyung asks lowly, feeling his own dick stir to life. This had really backfired.

"Y- your hands. Your f-fingers," Jungkook informs, gripping the latter's arm and shutting his eyes. He at the very least has the decency to look embarassed.

"Yeah? You thinking about fucking yourself on my fingers? Getting spread open real nice. I'd make you beg for it. Beg for something bigger… tease your hole until you couldn't take it," Taehyung whispered into Jungkook's ear, making him squirm. It was just a random stream of conciousness, Taehyung needed to talk when he was nervous and at that moment he was freaking the hell out internally.

"Would you fuck me?" Jungkook suddenly asks, voice small. He was looking at Taehyung with the roundest imploring eyes and it made Taehyung shudder. His eyes move to the front of the car and he sees Yoongi eyeing them from two seats up but he turns away a moment later.

"Yeah - I think about it. Sometimes," Taehyung blurts out.

"Me too," Jungkook pants. Taehyung was only massaging his thigh but it was doing things to him.

"Honestly?"

"Yeah - you - you were wrapped up in that kigurumi the other day and I - I just - I just wanted to pound you so bad," Jungkook admits, eyes glazed over with arousal.

"God I wish I could just slip you in my lap right now and fuck you until you were screaming for it, mark up your neck and kiss you silly. You'd look so cute like that. Bouncing on my cock like a slut," Taehyung resumes, he watches Jungkook's reactions, noticing how he didn't seem to enjoy the degrading too much so he switches up tactics.

"Would you do that? Be my good little boy and let me show you off?" Taehyung adds and - jackpot. Jungkook's eyes light up at being praised.

"I'd be a good boy," he mutters. "So good,"

"That's right. Kookie is always such a sweet baby, so good to his hyungs," Taehyung finally slides a hand down to cup Jungkook through his pants and his back arches and he brings up a hand, biting down on his knuckles.

"Such a good baby boy, you're so eager, hm? Our good Jungkookie," he adds, shutting up when suddenly Jungkook jerks foreward.

Taehyung almost yells a 'holy shit' as he realizes what's going on. Jungkook just came, in his pants, to being called baby boy. Taehyung looks to the front and notices no one staring and he thanks god, wrapping his free arm around the youngest's shoulders. He presses his lips back to his ear, dotting kisses and praise.

He can hear the little noises falling from Jungkook's throat, his thighs still shaking.

It takes a whole two minutes for him to finish coming, the front of his jeans holding a wet spot. He just collapses in Taehyung's lap, panting into his knee.

Taehyung thinks he killed one of his best friends when Jungkook shoots an intense glare and he wishes he had ended up killing the youngest to spare himself from the hell that was certainly going to come.

Taehyung pulls off his jacket and ties it around Jungkook's waist.

They get to the venue moments later and it's a shit storm outside so the van has to pull around the back, thankfully letting them in through a secure door, avoiding the rabid fans.

They're given their stage clothes and ushered off to the changing rooms.

Jungkook rifles through his bag for his post show clothes, thanking god he packed an extra pair of underwear and sweats. He grimices as he cleans off and gets ready.

The make up noonas are done fairly quickly, but they have to take a bit longer with Namjoon who keeps blinking and sneezing and apologizing for blinking and sneezing.

Jungkook tosses himself beside Taehyung on the couch, glaring.

"I would kill you if that wasn't-" he groans and drags Taehyung close.

"I have never come that hard in my life - but I will get you back for this one. Whatever you used is not wearing off," he whispers before pushing him away. Taehyung grins, sheepish.

"So we're not going to pretend that didn't happen?" He asks. Jungkook squints.

"I liked it… because… because it was you," Jungkook fesses up slowly, making Taehyung's smile brighten.

"Let's do more stuff like that then," he says excitedly, grabbing Jungkook's hands with both of his.

Jungkook looks contemplative.

"No one has to know?" He asks.

"No one - it can… just be stress relief, yeah?" He confirms, making Jungkook smile.

"Stress relief," the younger agrees.

They pinky swear on it.

Jungkook takes two weeks to get his revenge.

During promotions they have next to zero downtime. Jungkook had been trying to drag Taehyung away to get some alone time but it just wasn't happening. They had way too much to do, between being dragged off for dance practice and vocal lessons and meetings and Vlives - well. Everything. Everything had prevented them from being alone.

Not to mention the prank war had become a standstill. There was no time to Jungkook to enact his petty revenge and that was eating him alive too.

It wasn't until they were having a practice session in one of the recording studios. Jin had been helping Namjoon with something in his studio and Jimin had run to the bathroom when Taehyung wordlessly pulled himself into Jungkook's lap and pressed their mouths together in a heated sloppy mess.

As far as first kisses went - Jungkook mentally penned this one down as his favourite. Taehyung's lips were soft and a bit plush as they slid against Jungkook's. He wasted no time spreading Jungkook's lips and slipping his tongue in, effectively deepening their kiss.

And Jungkook loved it. The way Taehyung's large hands pressed against his chest. The subtle roughness in how their lips sucked and pressed. And the thrill of it all - doing something so risky in such an open place. He wasn't gonna lie - he really liked pushing the envelope when it came to that.

Taehyung starts to pull away and Jungkook chases his lips, groaning.

"Taetae," he sighs softly, making Taehyung press one last kiss to his lips.

"Hyung's gonna be back soon," he responds, but Jungkook continues to linger. "Another time Kook," he adds, sliding off of the younger's lap.

That's when Jungkook gets the inspiration for his revenge.

He goes into Taehyung's drawers early in the morning when the elder's still getting ready until he rifles through them enough to find what he's looking for. Aphrodisiac. Stashed deep into the recesses of junk. He feels thankful that the latter was way too lazy to think of tossing it in the trash.

And then, Jungkook strikes.

They're about to have a late night dance practice with just the members until they all drop like flies from exhaustion. Usually, Yoongi would go first, followed by Seokjin, and then Namjoon and Taehyung. Then Jimin and Jungkook who always end up dragging Hoseok home because the man could go all night and into the morning if left to his own devices.

Jungkook slips two heaps of the powder into Taehyung's abandoned energy drink sitting on their kitchen counter. Then he takes a seat and waits for the other members to get ready to head over to the studio. He scrolls through SNS, humming aimlessly as he awaits his prey to fall for his elegantly set trap. But of course, it's never that easy.

Hoseok, despite his bounds of energy, seems to think that an energy drink is in order because he swipes the beverage off the table and Jungkook damn near screams. This was not what he planned at all. He holds in any protests, not wanting to alert the others. If anything - Hoseok would just leave practice early to crank one out and then roll around in his bed until the searing heat fell from his bones. But fate has other ideas when the drink is abandoned halfway by the dance leader. Only then does Namjoon finish the other half.

Jungkook buried his face in his hands and sighs, deciding on a more direct route. He internally apologizes a thousand times over to poor Namjoon who had a habit of getting mixed up in the prank war.

He grabs two flavours of gatorade and puts two more spoonfuls in each, shaking them up to disperse the powder and bounding up to Taehyung just as they were about to leave for the studio.

"Taetae!" He calls out, grinning as he offers them both up. "Want one?" The youngest offers.

Taehyung smiles in return and nods. "Yeah - thanks Kookie," he responds, taking the red one. He opens it and downs half and Jungkook sets the blue one on the table, flooded with relief. He sighs and goes to grab his sneakers and water bottle.

When they get to the studio, Jungkook almost claws his eyes out when he sees the blue bottle in Yoongi's hands.

He's managed to knock out nearly every single one of his Hyungs.

Sure enough, Jin drinks half of the blue liquid, and Jimin is the only one spared aside from Jungkook - freed from a fairly nasty fate. They were so screwed.

An hour later, the effects begin to sink in.

Namjoon is constantly running a hand down his face and fanning himself, staring at the ceiling and praying to whatever gods would listen.

Hoseok calls for a break and lays on the floor face down, trying to cool off in any way possible. He rolls onto his back and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. Jungkook can see his cock straining in his shorts.

Yoongi is fanning himself, refusing to make eye contact even when Jimin sits beside him and asks what's wrong, gently petting his hair and squishing him in a friendly hug. Yoongi looks like he wants to die right there.

The effects on Jin are not what Jungkook expected. The eldest is hugging Namjoon from behind, pressing his face into the rapper's shoulder and pressing the rest of his body to his back. He's squeezing the elder's waist tight, forearms shaking a bit with the strain.

And then it hits Taehyung.

He's across the studio, staring Jungkook down. His eyes are ablaze with something unusual and it sends a spike of arousal down Jungkook's spine.

Taehyung crosses the studio and walks up to Jungkook, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"You absolute cunt," he hisses and Jungkook grins, putting his hand on Taehyung's cheek.

"Don't tell me you didn't deserve it," he responds.

Taehyung pouts, looking away. He spots Namjoon backed up against the mirror, Jin standing in front of him with his palms placed against the smooth surface, whispering into the latter's ear. Jungkook follows his gaze and catches the kiss placed behind the leader's ear.

"You didn't-" Taehyung gapes and Jungkook responds with a guilty smile.

"They kept drinking your stuff I-"

"Oh my god we're so dead," Taehyung says, throwing his arms in the air.

Hoseok recovers with a determined expression but shakey legs, announcing they'd be going through blood sweat tears again.

Yoongi groans in a complaint as he gets up and Hoseok falters.

Jungkook takes a mental tally of how many times they avoid grinding or grabbing anywhere near their belts and he watches in the mirror when Taehyung makes dead eye contact through the reflective surface and grabs his cock, squeezing it and grinning.

Namjoon grabs Jin's ass and makes him miss two steps and Hoseok actually chokes Taehyung while staring a little too long at Yoongi.

They cycle through a few more dances before Hoseok calls for another break.

Jin doesn't even hesitate to sit in Namjoon's lap and Yoongi curls up in a ball on the floor.

Taehyung walks up behind Jungkook and presses his prominent boner into the latter's ass, whining in his ear. Jungkook grins and leans into it as subtly as possible.

"Is everyone… okay?" Jimin asks, looking lost. He usually wasn't the one with the endless stamina so it was kind of freaking him out.

"I feel sick," Yoongi lies through gritted teeth.

"Uh - a headache," Namjoon mumbles as he grips Jin's hips for dear life.

"I'm fucking horny for no damn reason!" Hoseok shouts, making the room go silent. Jungkook hears Jimin choke.

"So... is that like a thing we've all got going on then?" Jin asks softly. It takes a few minutes before there's a fairly unanimous agreement.

"I can't even use my brain right now Christ," Yoongi mutters.

"I'm going home," Hoseok announced, getting up and grabbing his things. Yoongi follows and Jimin looks conflicted before getting a nod from the leader to follow them.

"Don't you dare clog up the drain," Namjoon calls after them. There's no response.

Jin looks between Taehyung and Jungkook, staring down the youngest.

"Does this have anything to do with that prank war, you two?" Namjoon asks. His head was perched on Jin's shoulder and his eyes looked cloudy.

"It was an accident I just wanted to-" Jungkook begins to explain but he was quickly cut off.

"What did you do?" Jin asks softly. He forces himself away from Namjoon, pressing his palms to his face. Jungkook can feel Taehyung press closer to his back, hips jerking every few seconds. He grabs the elder's side to stop him.

"Uh - Taehyung-hyung gave me an aphrodisiac a few weeks ago and I wanted to get him back for it so - so I tried and then all the others kept drinking what I set out for him and-" he gets cut off when Namjoon puts a hand up.

"No TV or PC for two weeks. Either of you. Jesus Kookie how long does it… how long do the effects... last," he asks, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees.

"About… 12 hours," Jungkook whispers.

"A month. No TV or PC for a month - either of you," the leader declares. Jin turns to face them, eyes narrowed.

"Jungkook, Taehyung, you need to tell hyung something," he says, his voice grows softer and careful. "Are you two… gay?"

Taehyung freezes with wide eyes and Jungkook flinches.

"Please don't tell the managers we didn't mean to- I know it's gross but I really can't help it and- I'm so sorry Hyung-" Jungkook begins babbling apologies and Taehyung uses all of his strength to pull himself away from the younger while awkwardly hiding his boner. He also begins to blabber about how it really couldn't be helped and that they were sorry for being gay. He says that he promises they won't be gross in front of the others.

Namjoon laughs softly and pulls Jin's hand, dragging the elder back into his lap.

"You think we're gross?" Namjoon asks as Jin sinks more comfortably in his lap, now open with their touching.

"Excuse me?" Jungkook blurts out.

"Hyung and I are together… you didn't even… suspect anything?" Namjoon continues, amusement showing. Jin smiles.

"No - we thought - we thought we were alone," Taehyung tries to supply words but his body was throwing a minor riot.

"Just don't get caught, okay?" Jin says gently and Namjoon drags him to his feet, plastered against his back.

"We have some very important business to attend to in my studio - if you don't mind," Namjoon says, attention now entirely on Jin. The eldest gives them a wink, waving.

"Out most pocket of my bag, be safe," he adds, leaving with the leader.

Taehyung stands in shock before Jungkook turns around, blinking.

"What the fuck," he says in a whisper. Taehyung laughs, shaking his head.

"We aren't alone kookie, that's what," he responds.

"Holy shit - holy shit - oh my god I'm so relieved," Jungkook laughs, covering his mouth with his hand and taking a deep breath.

Taehyung nods, dragging the youngest into a hug.

"Out most pocket?" Jungkook suddenly recalls, wiggling free from Taehyung's grasp. He goes to Jin's bag and searches one of the two outmost pockets. A pair of headphones and some gum? Nope. He goes to the other pocket and - oh.

It was a bottle of lube and a small string of condoms.

"How big are you?" Jungkook asks, swiping the bottle and a condom. Taehyung winces when he sees the size.

"Not… not that small," he admits. Jungkook stares at the packet as Taehyung wraps himself around the younger, not even hesitating to grind into his hip.

"It'll… Well, it'll fit me," Jungkook admits softly, looking over at Taehyung.

"Cool. Fuck me right now before I hump your leg," the older male responds, pressing his face into Jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook looks around.

"Not here," he argues, pocketing the supplies.

"I won't make it to the dorms," Taehyung whines in response, making Jungkook realize the urgency.

"Shit - we can't," Jungkook responds, backing Taehyung into the mirror and pressing him there to keep him from grinding into him.

"I'm really banking on that exhibitionism thing you've got going on," Taehyung groans and god his voice is so so deep and it's going straight to Jungkook's dick.

"Genius lab?" He supplies.

"I don't wanna die," Taehyung counters.

"Bathroom," Jungkook suggests.

"No locks," Taehyung shoots down.

"Here?" He tries again.

"Literal fucking windows," he's shot down again.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, thinking as hard as he can with both his heads.

"Vocal practice rooms. Locks. No windows. No cameras," he says brightly and Taehyung lights up.

"Bingo," he agrees, dragging Jungkook from the studio.

They head down the hall after shutting off the light in the dance room, Taehyung booking it a lot faster, filled with need. They head to the practice room at the end of the hall and look around to make sure it was deserted. Jungkook presses Taehyung against the wall after locking the door, grinning. The chemicals in his system were hitting him hard and it showed in how his eyes were glazed over.

"Kookie - please. Be a good boy baby," Taehyung whispers, placing his hands on Jungkooks sides, he was already breathless and it made Jungkook laugh.

"Shh, I'll make you feel good hyung," Jungkook assures, he grabs the hands on his sides and pins them above Taehyung's head.

"What do you want? I'll make you feel so good baby," Jungkook preens. Taehyung's knees buckle a bit and he blinks blearily, muttering a 'shit'.

"Use your words, Taetae," Jungkook says, roughly grabbing Taehyung's jaw. He sees the arousal grow and holds in a laugh. Ah- so Taehyung had a submissive side too.

"Fuck me - fuck me - pull my hair, make me feel good, wanted," Taehyung blurts out, effectively tugging at Jungkook's heartstrings. Taehyung just wanted to be wanted. How cute.

"Of course, I always want my Taetae," Jungkook agrees, pressing rough kisses to Taehyung's lips. He grins against the latter's lips when the elder keens and tries to get closer.

Jungkook pulls away after a moment and flops on the couch, tilting his head as he watches Taehyung gasp for air.

"I want those pretty lips on me," Jungkook insists, tugging down his sweatpants and his boxers.

Taehyung nods, dropping to his knees in front of the younger. He drags the shirt up trails kisses down the latter's stomach before stopping at his dick and hesitantly licking the tip. Jungkook roughly grips his hair and pulls him down on it and Taehyung eagerly accepts the member into his mouth. Jungkook groans. He was only half hard and in no shape to properly fuck Taehyung - but the elder was making incredible progress.

"What do you like to be called when you're fucked Taetae?" Jungkook asks but Taehyung continues to bob his head.

"Baby?" He asks, there isn't much of a reaction.

"Slut?" Jungkook tries next, alas - not much of a reaction.

"Ah - princess?" Third time's the charm. Taehyung chokes and whines loudly, making Jungkook groan.

"Right - fuck - shit you're so good to me princess," Jungkook whines as Taehyung laps at the head of his cock, staring up at him.

"C'mere," Jungkook requests, pulling Taehyung up into his lap. He pulls the latter's shirt off and drags him down for a kiss, humming softly when Taehyung whimpers. He tugs off the latter's pants and underwear, dragging him up to his thighs so they're flush against one another and Taehyung grabs the lube and condom.

Jungkook lathers his fingers in the substance and starts teasing the elder's hole. Taehyung slumps against his chest, hand going down to slowly tease Jungkook, stroking lazily. Jungkook enters a finger and waits for Taehyung to adjust.

"Tae? Still with me?" He asks, getting a nod. "I need something verbal, princess," he whispers. Taehyung tilts his head.

"Yeah - just - it's been awhile," he whimpers. Jungkook coos.

"It's alright, I got you, baby," he mutters, gentle.

He inserts two fingers and Taehyung jolts, gasping and moaning. He feels the elder's hands come up to grip his biceps.

"Is there anything you wanna call me?" Jungkook asks out of curiosity. Taehyung nods, face scrunching with embarassment as he rocks against Jungkook's fingers.

"Daddy?" He asks, and Taehyung shakes his head. Good - Jungkook wasn't too fond of that.

"Hm - Kookie?" He asks, getting a soft laugh and a head shake.

"Hyung?" He asks, running out of ideas.

"O-Oppa," Taehyung blurts out, Jungkook's cock twitches in Taehyung's hand.

"Shit - that's hot," he hisses.

Taehyung is thankfully fully prepped and Jungkook removes his fingers, wiping them on the discarded shirt. He tugs the condom open and hands it over to Taehyung.

"Princess, put that on for me, hm?" He requests. Taehyung nods and slides it onto Jungkook's cock, pinching the top and giving him a few squeezes.

Jungkook lays Taehyung down on the couch and the elder easily complies.

"Ah - so pretty. Spread out like this for oppa… I want you so fucking bad," Jungkook admits easily, Taehyung shyly covers his face.

"Oppa - fuck me already," the elder complains making Jungkook laugh softly. He spreads the latter's thighs and lines up before pushing in.

Taehyung almost screams, gripping the arm of the couch and Jungkook's bicep.

"Oh fuck! God - yes. Yes. More - oh fuck more," Taehyung groans. Jungkook complies, pushing into him and leaning down to capture his lips.

"Such a good princess. Taking it so well. God, I'm gonna fuck you silly baby," the younger whispers against Taehyung's lips.

"Yes, oh fuck. Oppa's so good. So good. Ah!" Taehyung is downright yelling as Jungkook begins to thrust.

He's thankful they're in a sound proofed room.

"Take my cock princess," Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth. Taehyung whines incoherently as Jungkook pounds into him, making his toes curl and his back arch.

At this point Taehyung is a mess, nearly screaming as he continues to beg for more and more.

"So needy - so tight, oh fuck," Jungkook grunts, picking up the pace as he slams into Taehyung's ass over and over again. He didn't even need to place a hand on Taehyung's dick before he feels the elder's legs lock around his waist.

"Oppa! I'm coming! Fuck - fuck. Jungkookie-oppa," Taehyung cries out, finishing in a splatter over their stomachs. Jungkook helps him ride it out and ends up pulling out and finishing into the condom, giving himself a few pumps to ride it out. Taehyung lays there, panting as he tosses an arm over his eyes.

It takes them a few minutes to recover. Jungkook pulls on his clothes and runs off to the bathroom to grab napkins. They hide the condom in the bottom of the trash and Taehyung borrows Jungkook's hoodie, his own shirt was stained with lube.

They curl up with one another on the couch, enjoying the afterglow.

Taehyung is determined to avoid the dorms for the rest of the night and they pass out in a pile on the couch not too long after.

Jungkook assumes they missed the shit storm the next morning when they get to the dorms but Hoseok refuses to leave the bathroom and Yoongi spends the whole day cooped up in his studio and he's left to stare at the ceiling for two hours while he waits for the fan meet.

Taehyung buys more aphrodisiac a week later and Jungkook laughs when the elder cites that it was the best orgasam he'd ever had and Jungkook silently agreed.

It's late at night when they're enjoying the afterglow of a fairly intense round, still feeling giddy because Namjoon lent them his studio as a trade for three weeks of his laundry. He said that if he found any strange substance anywhere they were doing his laundry for a year and paying to have the whole building deep cleaned.

Jungkook decided it was a risk he was willing to take if it meant being able to ride Taehyung.

"Hey, kookie," Taehyung asks. Jungkook looks up from where he was laying across Taehyung's chest. He blinks sleepily as the elder cards the hair out of his eyes.

"So… about us," he starts and Jungkook's eyes bug out fearfully. Was Taehyung ending things? His mind races but he's calmed by the kiss placed against his hair.

"Nothing bad - I just… I think we should talk 'bout things like… kinks… limits... a safeword," he concludes. Jungkook wiggles closer and nods.

"You like being called princess when you bottom. You like being called Hyung and Taetae when you top. You're into being choked. You don't mind exhibitionism. Your favourite position is missionary when you bottom because you like being kissed but when you top it's suddenly time for oragami-" Jungkook rambles on only to be stopped by a kiss.

"You like being called baby boy and bun when you bottom. You like being called Oppa or Hyung when you top. You're really into dirty talk and exhibitionism. You can come from being teased for too long. Your favourite position is being ridden and riding. You like collars," Taehyung counters, making Jungkook flush before laughing. He nods in confirmation.

"Hm - for safe word…. How about… banana?" Taehyung suggests, making Jungkook burst into laughter but nod.

"Limits - ah. Nothing too public? No tieing up or blindfolds… um, no spanking or slapping?" Jungkook suggests and Taehyung wrinkles his nose, patting Jungkook on the ass. "Ok, only a little spanking," he gives in.

"Deal. Oh -I do have something new I wanna call you though," Taehyung says softly, pressing lazy kisses to Jungkook's forehead and cheek and jaw. Jungkook hums.

"My boyfriend," Taehyung says, honest and soft and immediately looking for any reaction.

"That sounds good," Jungkook agrees with a bright smile and Taehyung's own boxy smile emerges.

"Call me it again," the younger requests.

"My boyfriend! My boyfriend. My beautiful bun boyfriend. My gay boyfriend whom I cherish. My boy - friend. My darling boy-mmph," Taehyung is effectively cut off by a giggly kiss on his lips.

A kiss from his boyfriend.

Chapter Text

Jin was hot.

His whole body felt like it was being licked by flames on every single end and his head was dizzy from where the blood was flowing south. He was burning up. Hot. He would make a jab at his own attractiveness in his head if it wasn't for the fact his brain was cloudy mush. He buries his face in his hands and groans and Taehyung looks over from where he was sitting.

They were in the dressing room after filming for a music show, and the room was a flurry of movement as their make up was adjusted and fixed up and their stage clothes were packed up to be moved to the venue for the fan meet. Overall, the hectic environment was doing no help as Jin's brain turned into a puddle of mush and threatened to leak out of his ears. The feeling reached his fingertips and the tip of his nose and made him want to curl up and hump a pillow or something like an animal.

Jin tries to process why the hell he was feeling the way he was when his brain makes a connection. The coffee he drank that morning. Taehyung and Jungkook's prank war. His eyes dart to the vocalist beside him and Taehyung gives him a clueless look.

"Did you put something in my coffee?" He asks bluntly. Taehyung blinks in surprise and furrows his eyebrows.

"Nah," Taehyung dismisses, looking back at his phone. Jin frowns.

"Do you feel funny, then?" He asks, the blame immediately shifting to Jungkook in his head. Taehyung shifts to give Jin a look. So no, he wasn't feeling funny.

"You alright Hyung?" Taehyung asks after a beat of consideration and Jin waves a hand.

"I'm fine," he grumbles, crossing his legs. His dick was hard, pressing against his jeans in an uncomfortable way. He shuts his eyes and puts an arm over them to shield out the blinding changing room lights.

Seokjin wanted Namjoon - his pretty lips and his prettier body. He wanted to fuck his mouth, hear the soft noises he always made. And the praise - god Jin's dick twitched in his pants just thinking about the praise the leader would always shower him with.

But he couldn't have Namjoon, because they've been arguing non-stop for almost a week. It was unlike them, but after Taehyung and Jungkook got a little reckless and ended up being caught by Jimin, they had started arguing over their own relationship.

Namjoon wanted to come out of the closet, tell the members. The company. The whole world. Jin argued that the rejection would outweigh the acceptance. They'd gone back and forth on the subject and in the end, it had killed all forms of intimacy between them. Cuddling turned into quarrelling, practice turned into petty and snide commentary, they were just butting heads like a couple of idiots.

Jin wouldn't admit it aloud, but he was missing his Joonie. He missed cuddling him to sleep, kissing him, playing with his hair as they watched TV. He wanted to makeup but there was no way he could without Namjoon pressing the subject of coming out. And he was - frankly - terrified to tell the others. Sure - Jungkook and Taehyung had given their wholehearted approval. Jimin casually came out to Jin over lunch while he was explaining walking in on the two youngest. But the fear of Hoseok's rejection - or more likely, Yoongi's, had him panicking internally every time. He was scared to lose his loved ones.

It was a burden.

A manager calls for them to get out to the van and Seokjin opens his eyes bleerily and gets up, grabbing his things. He glances over to see Namjoon pulling a tee-shirt over his head and shaking out his hair before running a hand through it. Jin has to take a deep breath, moving to walk to the vans and knocking into Hoseok who catches him before he can fall.

They pile into the van and Jin's about to sit beside Jimin near the front when Yoongi takes the seat.

He internally groans when he has to climb into the back by Namjoon. Alone. But he gives in and flops in the farthest seat away from his boyfriend, pouting out the window. The fan meet they were heading to felt a billion miles away.

They sit in silence as the members loudly talked over the radio in the front. Jin bites his bottom lip and tries to distract himself.

"Jinnie," Namjoon says with a gentle voice that gets the hair on the back of Jin's neck to stand up.

He frowns.

"No," Seokjin responds.

"Jin-Hyung, seriously," Namjoon states. Jin sighs and looks over.

Namjoon's flushed down to his collarbones. His lips are bitten and red and he was fiddling with his bracelet in his lap. His breath was laboured and his eyes were half-lidded and dazed. It sends a pang of arousal down Jin's spine.

"Yeah?" Jin says, sliding from his seat to the one beside Namjoon and clicking his seatbelt back in.

"I think Kook and Tae got me," he says, looking embarrassed. Jin blinks.

"You too?" The elder asks before shaking his head. He frowns. "No - I asked Taehyung he said he didn't do anything," he states.

"Kook got up late, couldn't have been him either," Namjoon states. Jin sighs and stares at Namjoon's soft looking lips, pouting.

"I'm sorry Joonie," Jin says. He rests his head on the latter's shoulder. "I've been selfish," he says softly. Namjoon chuckles and places a hand on his thigh, making him shudder.

"I've been childish," Namjoon responds. Jin smiles softly and hums. "Seriously, I haven't been thinking of the consequences I just… I love you so much. I want everyone to know about my husband," he says with a laugh. Jin presses closer and Namjoon rests his chin on his head, wrapping an arm around Jin.

"We're so stupid," Jin laughs.

"We really are," Namjoon groans. Seokjin feels his dick twitch in interest before leaking uncomfortably.

"I think it was Tae, we gotta kill Tae," Jin decides, knowing for a fact that their reactions were not naturally produced but rather spurred on by manipulated hormones.

They cuddle in the back seat calmly, Jin trying to will away his arousal. He presses a kiss to Namjoon's neck, moving up to behind his ear. Namjoon gasps lowly and grips Jin's thigh hard.

"Stop," Namjoon says roughly and Seokjin has to peel himself away. He revels in the way Namjoon looks fucked out. The eldest glances forward and catches Yoongi's eyes on them. He simply smirks and turns back, leaving Jin confused.

They get through the fan meet with strained smiles and shaky hands before having to get back to the dorms and load up the tour bus. Jin backed Namjoon into the bathroom and locked lips with him, urgency in his every action. Namjoon's large hands find his thighs and he lifts him only to place him on the sink, palming him through his pants.

"Do we have time? Baby, god we need more time we can't," Jin gasps, making Namjoon whine.

"Please," Namjoon nearly begs and Seokjin grabs his hair, fingers carding through before gripping tight.

"Later," Seokjin mutters.

"Later? We've gotta get on the bus what do you mean later-" Namjoon rushes out.

Hoseok knocks on the door and yells that they're leaving.

"Later," Seokjin promises. Namjoon presses their lips together one last time before they're out the door and grabbing their bags. Seokjin casually tugs down Namjoon's shirt to hide the precome stain soaking through his sweats.

The bus is fairly quiet and thankfully all the members seem drowsy. One manager takes the wheel and pulls them out of the driveway while the other one sits toward the front on his laptop, headphones in and frown deep set. There's a curtain between the sleeping area's bunks and the front and Namjoon thanks god.

Hoseok is the first one to climb into his bunk to retire for the night. Yoongi is next and then Jimin. Seokjin watches as Taehyung pressed a lingering kiss goodnight to Jungkook's lips when he thinks no one is looking before climbing into his own bunk bellow Jungkook's and shutting the curtains. Namjoon laid on his bunk and scrolled through twitter. He was about to shut the curtain and take care of his problem when suddenly Seokjin's head pops up and he smiles, climbing into Namjoon's bunk and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Namjoon hastily shuts the curtain to his bunk and drags Seokjin down by his hips, attacking his lips with passionate kisses. Their hips move slowly and steadily, Seokjin's bucking every time his bottom lip is nipped at. Namjoon moves to tug down the elder's pants and Seokjin kicks them off the rest of the way. They had to be quiet so their movement is kept to a minimum, the kisses soft and needy.

Namjoon slides a hand down the curve of his boyfriend's ass and he attaches his lips to the elder's throat. Things are picking up the pace when a soft whine comes from the bunk next to theirs.

They freeze.

Jimin is laying there, his curtain parted just enough for Namjoon to see his mouth parted and cheeks flushed, eyes shut and brows drawn together. His eyes fall open, half-lidded as he looks at the gap in their own curtain where Seokjin's bare ass was exposed.

Seokjin grins.

"He's watching us," the eldest mutters against Namjoon's cheek. They'd discussed it before - hypothetically including other members in their sex life. They'd both been into it, but they didn't dare reach out. Even when Jungkook and Taehyung admitted to being together. Seokjin loved the idea of being intimate with the group, his heart always so full of love. Namjoon agreed wholeheartedly as long as he remained Seokjin's number one, he didn't mind a two or three in the bedroom or anywhere else. He liked the idea of being able to watch Jin get kissed and praised by the others and have a little variety.

Namjoon parts the curtain by their head and Jimin freezes, eyes going wide with guilt. The leader presses his index finger to his lips but nods, and Jimin turns on his side to watch, hand moving slowly. He moves his own curtain more, exposing himself all the way down to his thighs. His hand was down his pants and his shirt was hiked up, Seokjin sighs a 'cute' into Namjoon's skin as he watched the younger and Jimin smiled bashfully.

"Babe," Namjoon say, hand grabbing Seokjin's ass and making his hips stutter. "Flip," he orders and Jin's eyes widen before he nods.

He moves so his knees sat on either side of Namjoon's head and his own face lined up with Joon's cock. He tugs down his sweats, freeing the leader's cock before he gives it a few dry tugs. Namjoon retaliates by licking a stripe down Jin's own dick, making the elder's eyes roll back with pleasure.

Jimin makes another soft noise, hips uselessly bucking into his fist. He puts his fingers in his mouth to shut himself up and Seokjin grins. 'Cute,' Namjoon sighed into Jin's thigh, sucking a hickey there.

Seokjin laps at Namjoon's cock, long wet drags across the head to make the younger go nuts. He feels Namjoon place soft kisses to his own head before slowly taking it into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head. Seokjin jolts with pleasure, gripping at Namjoon's thigh. He has to contain a moan as pleasure shot to his gut.

Jimin was overwhelmed, watching such a lewd scene unfold before him. He bucked into his hand every time he made eye contact with either of his hyungs. He's been fantasizing about this for years, watching or joining the other members in a sexual act was something he would use to get off quickly. He was beyond overjoyed when the two older members got frisky on their bunk - and not being one to waste opportunity, he slid a hand down his pants.

Jimin is circling another finger by his hole when he hears a pant that came from a very unoccupied mouth. Then another one. Then another one. He realizes the noise was coming from below him in Yoongi's bunk.

Jin suddenly takes Namjoon all the way down his throat and Joon chokes with pleasure, pressing a thumb into Jin's hole. Jin's thighs shake as he rocked into Namjoon's mouth, heady with pleasure. Namjoon's hips begin to fuck into Jin's mouth and the elder takes it like a champ, rocking his own hips down slowly. His skills were honed by years of practice jamming Namjoon's fairly large cock down his own throat.

There was another grunt from the bunk bellow Jimin.

Namjoon slows his hips as he suddenly sucks hard on Seokjin's cock, making the elder pull off of Namjoon and bite down on his hip to keep from screaming. A wave of pleasure hits him like a wall and he can only choke out a 'Joonie' before coming hard, thighs shaking. He's only ever finished that hard one other time - when he'd been hit with the Aphrodisiac last. His hips keep rocking and Namjoon takes it as best he can, grabbing Jin's hip and letting him ride it out.

Seokjin feels Namjoon swallow around him before pulling off with an obnoxious pop, making the elder wince at how loud it was.

Jin crawls back around to press a kiss to Namjoon's swollen lips, biting down on the bottom one and gently tugging Namjoon into sitting up as much as he can before going back down on him. He looks at the younger through his lashes, making sure to stick his ass in the air as he bobbed his head.

Namjoon looks over to see Jimin's hand moving frantically bellow his pants, his other hand no longer in his mouth but finger fucking into his ass as he chased release.

Namjoon then spots Yoongi in the bunk bellow Jimin's with one hand buried in his hair and the other sliding up and down his cock, an angry red. He looked fairly close and Namjoon realized the elder most likely watched the whole show.

Jimin suddenly convulses, spilling onto his stomach with a broken nose, biting his bottom lip and muffling it into his pillow. Yoongi follows after, hips lifting from the mattress as his own cum hit him in the jaw. He covers his own mouth and stares at the bunk above him, hips bucking as he rode it out and toes curling.

When Namjoon's eyes meet Seokjin's own, pupils were blown wide and lips swollen, he grunts and finishes down the elder's throat. Jin choked before swallowing. He allows Namjoon to ride his orgasm out with a hand in Jin's hair, shuddering as he kept coming. He hooked a leg around Seokjin's back, eyes screwd shut. Jin pulls off and grimaces as he swallows. He never liked to swallow but for the sake of not having to clean up, he allowed it. That and he loved his Joonie.

"You were rough," he mutters and Namjoon gives an apologetic look.

"Can't help it," the leader apologizes, pulling Jin onto his chest. "You wreck me," he whispers, making Jin giggle sweetly and lean in for a kiss. Their lips touch chastely a few times as Namjoon pulls his pants back on before helping Jin into his boxers. The elder knocks their foreheads together affectionately before glancing at the curtain.

"We should check up on them, I think some kids need some goodnight kisses" Jin hums. Namjoon makes a soft noise of agreement, grinning.

Seokjin slips from the bunk and crosses over to Jimin's, standing on his tippy toes and resting his arms on the soft padding inside.

"Jiminnie," he sings sweetly, amused by the still panting vocalist.

"Hyung," Jimin says, eyes welling up. He looked guilty.

"Shh, Chimchim, it's okay… Joonie and I liked it that you wanted to watch," he reassures.

"I should have asked," he laments and Seokjin tilts his head.

"It's a happy accident, don't worry baby," he reassured, pressing a kiss to the younger's nose. He wrinkled it and grinned.

"I'm happy," Jimin says softly as Jin pet his hair, pushing it from his eyes before cupping his cheek.

"Ah, you're really too cute Jiminnie," Seokjin giggles, kissing his lips slowly, giving the younger time to pull away. He doesn't, rather he moves to meet them.

"I can taste Hyung on you," he says softly, making Jin laugh.

"You sure? I think you should check," he mutters before locking their lips, slipping his tongue into Jimin's mouth and curling it around his own.

Namjoon had flopped from his bunk less gracefully and squatted by Yoongi's own, tugging open the curtain.

"Pervert," Namjoon deadpans.

"Creep," Yoongi shoots back, covered in his own cum all the way up his neck, looking fucked out.

Namjoon smiles softly and runs a hand through Yoongi's hair.

"Did you know?" He asks, resting his head on where his arm was folded on the bunk. Yoongi nods.

"Who do you think put the aphrodisiac in your coffee this morning?" Yoongi responds, cat-like in his grin. Namjoon gapes.

"That was you?" He hisses out. Yoongi nods.

"I couldn't stand watching you two fight, I'm sorry Joon," Yoongi whispers. Namjoon's eyes soften before he shakes his head.

"How much do you know?" He asks. Yoongi grins.

"Everything. Let's just leave it at that," he says. Namjoon reaches over and grabs his own bag, using the tissue in it to gently clean Yoongi's chest.

"You're weird Hyung," Namjoon says, discarding the tissue.

Yoongi pulls down his shirt.

"Can I kiss you?" The elder asks. Namjoon laughs.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing," he mutters, leaning down and pressing their lips together.

They kiss lazily, Yoongi's hand drifting up to cup Namjoon's cheek. Jin suddenly kicks Namjoon softly in the thigh to get his attention.

He parts from Yoongi and stands up, peering at Jimin who was happily balled up under his covers. "Night Joon-Hyung," he says and Namjoon smiles, pressing a kiss to Jimin's lips. He lingers and Seokjin whines.

"I want a picture," he pouts. Namjoon laughs and gently shuts the curtain.

They both squat to Yoongi's bunk to see him drifting off.

"Night Jin-Hyung," Yoongi says, Jin leans in and kisses him softly.

"Night Yoongi, sleep well darling," he says before placing one last drawn-out kiss on his lips.

They pull his curtain into place and stand, slipping into one another's arms. Namjoon holds Seokjin, cheek resting on his shoulder.

"Love you," Jin says, voice soft.

"Love you too baby," Namjoon responds, placing a kiss on Namjoon's cheek.

"Cute," Jimin squeaks, poking his eyes around the curtain.