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Jungkook coils himself into a tight ball in the very corner of his single bed. He pulls his delicate chiffon pyjama dress over his knees with tears dotting the corners of his eyes.
His grip on his Hello Kitty blanket tightens every time he hears the sharp, shrill cry of his hyung from the other room. The thin walls block out nothing. He’d heard Jimin try to stutter out an explanation to their daddy, try to tell him that it wasn’t his fault without putting the blame on Jungkook. He’s an angel, really. But daddy was grumpy when he got home and as much as he adores Jimin, the blatant stutter just seemed to prove his guilt and daddy swung Jimin over his knee without waiting for him to finish.

Jungkook has always been a bit of a brat, always the trouble maker and always keen on trying to drag his hyung into it, but it never turns out this bad. He can hear daddy’s lecture while he spanks Jimin which is worse than the spanking itself, he knows from experience, and unlike Jungkook, Jimin loathes spankings unless it’s sexual. With Jungkook it’s always sexual. Whether it’s a result of daddy getting a bit rough with him in bed or if he’s being punished, he just can’t help that the sting of his daddy’s big hands on his bottom always gets him a little hard, a little wet.

“Jimin-ah, you know better than this. I don’t expect this from you.”

Smack!

Jimin doesn’t hold back his cry. “Ah-h...th-three. D-Daddy no!”

Smack!

“I know that Kookie is a little rude to you sometimes, but Daddy always tells you to leave his discipline to me, don’t I?

Smack!

“Y-Yes, daddy! Four.”

“Daddy’s taking away your make-up for while for what you did and you’re coming with us tomorrow to pick Kookie out a pretty new dress.”

Jimin’s cries tremble and Jungkook’s heart breaks. He wants to go in there and tell daddy the truth. He wants to tell daddy that it was him who wrote on his own baby pink pin-up dress with Jimin’s pink lipstick. He thought it would be pretty, but he was too scared of what daddy would say when he saw, so naturally to get out of possible trouble, he says his hyung did it. Regret seeps into his every pore and inundates his being and before he knows it, tears are streaming down his face.

When Jimin waddles into their shared bedroom, blond hair wild from flailing, Daddy’s hand is still comfortingly hugging his tiny waist. He’s only in his oversized sweater and Jungkook thinks he’s cute even with his eyes and cheeks red and blotchy. Daddy wipes Jimin’s tears and gently guides him to his bed next to Jungkook’s and tucks him into the Barbie covers with a stern expression. He doesn’t kiss Jimin, but he runs soothing fingers through his hair and Jimin relaxes, closing his eyes.

When Daddy turns around, his eyes soften as he takes in the sight of Jungkook curled into himself and crying. “Oh precious, did your hyung’s crying make you upset?” Daddy sits on his bed and reaches out to Jungkook. He doesn’t want to be held, doesn’t deserve it, but he’s weak to his daddy’s touch. He melts into Taehyung’s chest, but one look at Jimin’s sad face has him shaking his head violently against daddy’s chest. Jimin won’t tell, he knows he won’t and it makes him guiltier. Daddy holds him tighter, large hand cradling his red head. “Shhh, it’s okay, angel. Daddy’s so sorry. I should’ve closed your door. Jiminnie’s okay, alright? Daddy wasn’t too harsh with him.” It makes him cry harder and Daddy pulls him fully into his lap. “Sweet boy, Daddy’s got you.” He soothes, voice so rich and velvet smooth that Jungkook has no choice but to relax.

“Jiminnie...Jiminnie didn’t do anything bad.”

Taehyung pulls away to look him in the eyes and Jungkook shrinks under his gaze. “What do you mean, angel?”

Jungkook looks down at his lap and fiddles with the hem of his dress. He catches his hyung turning over in the bed, away from him and he wants to cry again from guilt alone. He’s so sorry. He really didn’t mean to get hyung in trouble. His tongue just...slipped. He gives his daddy his biggest, wateriest doe eyes and hopes for the best. “I’m a bad boy!” He bawls, startling Jimin. His fists fly to his eyes. “Daddy, I’m so so bad! I did it! I coloured m-my dress w-with Jiminnie’s l-lipstick. I thought it would be pretty, but I k-knew I shouldn’t have,” he hiccups in broken syllables.

Taehyung simply looks at Jungkook, his dark gaze causing his little boy to look away, fat tear dripping from his lashes. He takes him by the chin and lifts his head so their eyes meet, shining big blacks against dangerous dark brown. “Does your hyung treat you unkindly?” Daddy’s gaze is so dark it makes him shudder. He hates when this happens, when daddy gets angry with him.

Jungkook’s eyes widen even further and he shakes his head hard, mean frown pulling his lips down. He knows what daddy is doing. He’s getting the guilt trip. He tries to redirect his wet gaze back down on his lap but daddy doesn’t let him, tugging his chin up harshly. “Words, Jungkook.”

His bottom lip quivers at his full name. Daddy never says Jungkook, never. He’s knows he messed up bad. “N-No, daddy. Hyung’s n-never mean to me.”

“Right, so why would you lie and sit here and listen to your sweet hyung take a punishment he didn’t deserve. My baby boy isn’t that selfish, is he? I taught you better than that, hm?”

‘My baby boy,’ he says, but it doesn’t sound right. It’s not drowning in affection, but neither is it biting. Daddy is so disappointed in him. Jungkook can’t breathe well suddenly, wet hiccups come unbidden but he can’t stop. “Yes, yes d-daddy...taught me better. I-I don’t know. I d-didn’t want...to b-be punished. I’m sorry, hyung.” Regression heightens. “K-Kookie’s sowwy.” He’s shaking with his silent sobs and he can’t look in daddy’s eyes else he break.

Daddy doesn’t wipe his tears. Instead, he curls his hand around the nape of Jungkook’s neck and grips a little. Jungkook whimpers, chin dropping to his chest. He directs Jungkook’s head around and down to his pillow. When Jungkook is down, Daddy doesn’t let go. It’s a gesture of both dominance and to let Jungkook know he’s not allowed to look at him right now. It has the boy gripping at his blanket and muffling his cries into his pillow. “Go to sleep, Jungkook. I’ll deal with you in the morning.” There’s a short caress of a thumb over his pulse point and it calms him a little. That’s all he gets though.

With that, Daddy leaves him.

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When Jungkook hears his daddy’s again, it’s sweet and gentle. “Kitten?”

“Daddy,” comes Jimin’s broken voice. He’s still crying, but he doesn’t sound angry at daddy. Jungkook can’t help looking over at them. They’re beautiful together, as always, like anime. There’s only concern, love and apology in daddy’s eyes as he looks at his hyung.

Daddy pulls Jimin’s small pliant form into his lap, kissing at his cheeks whispering “Daddy’s so sorry, sugar. So sorry.” Jimin shakes off the apology and coils his body around Daddy. Jungkook wants to take a picture. “You took it so well, baby.” Daddy kisses at Jimin’s neck while the boy turns his head away, a touch of a pretty whine on his lips, Daddy’s arms locked around his petite body. Jungkook knows Jimin is blushing. “You didn’t even tattle on Kookie. Such a little angel. Daddy’s angel?” The smile on Daddy’s face is blinding and Jimin simpers, borrowing into his shoulder.

“I couldn’t,” Jimin whispers, earning a hum.

“Does it still hurt?” he hears Daddy whisper into Jimin’s temple. Jimin nods.

“A little.”

Daddy coos at him, slipping large hands under the hem of Jimin’s sweater to rub at his raw cheeks. He lets out a pained whine and daddy lays him on his back and reaches over to the dresser to grab the lotion. Jungkook watches as Daddy takes his place behind Jimin, both of them facing him. He watches Jimin’s face scrunch in pain then melts to contentment then he gasps. Jungkook stares, contemplating. Jimin reaches back to hold their daddy’s wrist with a blush high on his cheeks. “D-D-Daddy...what-?”

There’s a deep chuckle and daddy leans into Jimin’s ear, feigning a whisper but he deliberately says it loud enough for Jungkook to hear too. “Let me apologize, kitten. I at least owe you an orgasm.”

Jimin gulps, unsure of doing this in front of Jungkook, but daddy takes the opportunity. He knows it when Jimin cries out. Jungkook groans. Jimin makes the prettiest sounds.
“Don’t you dare, bunny.”

The sudden harsh tone has Jungkook jolting, before he wilts against the bed, pouting. “But, daddy,” he whines.

“Don’t talk back, Jungkook. If you touch yourself I’ll make sure you don’t cum for two weeks.”

“No! No! No!” He kicks out at the air.

“Hands out in front of you. Watch your pretty hyung.”

“Daddy,” Jimin blushes.

Jungkook puffs his cheeks, a little offended at the compliment but he does as he’s told. He’s smart enough not to anger daddy right now and despite everything, he does want to watch his pretty hyung. “Kookie’s not pretty, daddy?”

Daddy doesn’t miss a beat even while he’s watching Jimin pant as he rubs at his rim. “Of course my Kookie’s pretty, but daddy’s not showing him how pretty he is because he’s been a bad boy.”

Jungkook knows from experience exactly when daddy sinks his first finger into Jimin. The blonde boy grips at the hem of his sweater, legs stiffening as he trembles through the intrusion. It’s been a while, Jungkook knows, because daddy’s been busy this whole month. The burn must be delicious. Jungkook feels his blood rush south. He wants to grind against the sheets, but he wants to be a good boy even more.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart.” Jimin whimpers at the comment. Daddy’s voice sinks low and Jungkook wants to cry from the torture. “Think you’ll let another finger in?” A nod. “Bet you missed this, didn’t you, sweet pea?” Another nod. A shudder wracks Jimin and Jungkook can’t look away from his thick lips parting around a gasp. “Turn over on your tummy so Kookie can see you.”

“Daddy~” both Jimin and Jungkook whine. Jimin listens anyway. He keeps his cheek against the pillow, raising himself to his knees. His sweater falls to bunch around his chest and Jungkook can’t do this.

“Daddy, daddy I can’t.”

Daddy fixes him with a stern look on his gorgeous face and he quiets, trying not to cry.

The sweet arch of Jimin’s back, the supple curve of his full round ass down to thick tan thighs has Jungkook wetting his panties just a bit. It’s when daddy leers at the wonderful view he must have right now from his position behind Jimin that Jungkook grinds against his Hello Kitty blankie, catching a gasp in his throat. Jimin’s little cock pearls with pre-cum when daddy licks up his spine. “D-Daddy, don’t.” He hides his face in the pillow and Daddy slaps him on the thigh, the sound echoing. Jungkook wishes he was on the other side of that sting. Jimin cries out.

“Keep your eyes on Kookie, baby.”

He obeys, biting his lip when their eyes meet. Two fingers sink back into Jimin and he makes a high choked off sound. “Aigoo, relax, kitten. I’ve got you.” He kisses at Jimin’s tailbone.

Embarrassment coils thick in Jimin’s belly no matter how many times Kookie has watched him like this. Daddy’s fingers are so long he could cry. They reach so far inside him that he’s gasping from barely nothing. Kookie’s struggling not to touch himself as his pale fingers clutch at the pillow. Jimin knows what he’s doing. He can tell from the flutter of Kookie’s pretty doe eyes and the subtle gyration of his hips.

The fingers inside him push and pull and pry his walls apart until they curl just right and a shout rips from his throat. “D-Daddy! Da-ddy!” It’s all he can get out. He feels his daddy’s lips at his ear and he sinks further into the bed, knees sliding apart and body going boneless at the call of pleasure.

“So pretty, so good, my babe.” He melts at the praise, whimpering preciously.

“D-Daddy?”

“What is it, kitten?”

“Can I have another finger, please?”

Taehyung gasps quietly. It’s the best thing when he gets Jimin so wrecked that he musters the courage in his modest little body to ask for what he needs. There are times when Taehyung pushes him so far that he cries and begs for it, but when he does it coherently, knows exactly what he’s asking for, it drives Taehyung crazy. “Of course you can, angel.” The third finger is met with a little resistance but Jimin pushes back on it all the same. When he spreads them out, stretching Jimin’s walls, the boy whimpers, clutching Barbie for dear life with his sweater paws. “Please, p-please, daddy please.”

“Just like that, sweet pea.” He slips knuckle deep and curls and Jimin falls to the bed, crying. Taehyung doesn’t stop his assault on Jimin’s prostate as he coils an arm around the boy to lift him back to his knees. He presses roughly in until Jimin’s shaking like a leaf.

“Ah ah ah,” his high breathy voice pulls into a needy whine and he starts fucking back onto his daddy’s fingers.

“Your tiny cock is weeping for me, baby.”

There’s a whine, but it’s not Jimin. When Taehyung looks over, he sees his little boy on his back, legs spread wide and back arching from the movement of the hand in his panties. The other hand is in his mouth, muffling his moans and his eyes are on them. Taehyung almost laughs, can’t even be angry because Jungkook’s hand isn’t even touching his cock, it’s pressing at his entrance. Taehyung’s own cock twitches in his pants. His baby is so rude, teasing him when he’s the one that’s supposed to be teasing.

“Come here, bunny.”

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Taehyung thinks his bunny looks precious clambering out of his bed. His shaking pale legs, his flushed and embarrassed face and the wet spot staining the pink chiffon even through his panties. Taehyung soaks him in with hunger. He’s not forgoing disciplining his babe though, oh of course not.

Taehyung slides his arm up around Jimin’s chest, pulling the boy back against his own chest and hearing him sob as he shoves his fingers in particularly hard. “Little show’s gat you so wet, Kook-ah?” His voice is raspy with desire, Daegu satoori seeping in and he sees Jungkook shiver from it.

Jungkook pushes his tongue in his cheek- a little nervous habit- and fingers the chiffon dress. His voice is small when he answers. “Couldn’t help it, Daddy. Little Kookie needs something inside.”

Taehyung has long been baffled by how his boys can make being hopeless little cocksluts adorable. Jungkook, when he regresses far enough, takes to calling his entrance Little Kookie. It’s cute, though he has a better name for it. He coos at Jungkook nonetheless. “Aigoo, I bet it does. But since big Kookie couldn’t open his mouth to tell Daddy what he did, I suppose daddy should give you something to help you loosen that mouth of yours, mm?”

At any other time, Jungkook would love to be taken over his daddy’s knee, but right now he’s a past the point of a spanking being enough. He knows he doesn’t have a choice though. “Daddy’s gonna spank Kookie?”

“No, sugar pie, you’d probably come from just that and my Kookie doesn’t deserve to come tonight, does he?”

Jungkook nearly cries, but Jimin steals it from him, sobbing as his shaking hand reaches back to grip his daddy’s thigh. “I- Daddy.” He’s close.

Taehyung watches Jnngkook’s pupils dilate as he watches Jimin and who is he to stop this? “You want a kiss from your little Kookie, sweet thing?”

Jimin reaches out before he nods, whining as Jungkook crashes their lips together. It’s all tongue and it’s perfect. Jimin leans in and leans most of his weight on the maknae, swinging arms around his neck and chokes at the change of angle inside him. Jungkook can feel he’s right on the brink, all pliant and panting. It’s so easy. He caresses down his hyung’s sides and takes two handfuls of Jimin’s ass and pulls them apart. He hears his daddy let out something between a groan and a growl and then Jimin’s coming, whimpering as he escapes the kiss and leaving a transparent string of wetness down Jungkook’s chin.

He’s wetter in his panties though, but he can’t really pay attention to it because he’s trying so hard to stay standing with Jimin leaning on him.

Jungkook doesn’t know he’s crying until his daddy looks at him. He pulls Jimin from the younger’s arms and holds the boy tight as he comes down from his high. Jungkook’s tears are caressed away and he realizes then how bad it hurts. He frowns, shaking all over again and eyes welling.

“You wanna come bad, don’t you, little one?”

Jungkook just cries harder because he knows no matter how much tenderness is in his daddy’s eyes, he’s not getting anything tonight.
Jimin whispers back ‘I love you,’ when he’s laid down, sated but unhappy because he frowns when he looks at Kookie. His eyes rake over the youngest boy and he looks at his daddy with pity in his eyes. Daddy just kisses him again and whispers goodnight.

He rises to his full height, eyes on Jungkook. He’s unreadable and it’s what Jungkook hates the most. His voice drips danger when he speaks again though, lowly. “Kiss your hyung goodnight and then come to my room.”

Aigoo, he wishes he had been good. Jungkook likes a spanking, but he’s terrified of actual punishment like not getting attention from his daddy or his hyung. It’s the absolute worst. He looks up at his daddy, knowing the man has a weakness for his eyes and even more so for him crying. He lets him see just how much he’s afraid of what’s coming to him and as expected daddy softens immediately.

He comes forward to knock their foreheads together in an intimate gesture. A hand comes to caress Jungkook’s nape and he relaxes instantly, his own hand coming to grip his daddy’s shirt. Daddy gently sweeps his thumb over Jungkook’s cheek, catching a tear. “Baby boy,” his voice is gentle as well. “I love you, but don’t give me those eyes.” Jungkook drops his head, but it’s raised back up. “I know you’re scared, but daddy wouldn’t ever hurt you, would he?”

He shakes his head then remembers to use his words. “No, Daddy.” A hum approves him.

“Right...But your hyung takes care of you so well.” Jungkook whimpers. “You know that he helped me pick out this cute dress you’re wearing now?” Jungkook shakes his head hard, red hair swaying. He doesn’t like this one bit. Daddy lifts Jungkook’s chin to see his eyes again. “And you lied on him and you dirtied this dress doing exactly what I told you not to-”

“Daddy I-”

“I’m talking, aren’t I, Jungkook?” Daddy’s eyes turn dark for a split second before re-softening.

Tears are flowing again as he nods. “Kiss your hyung goodnight, Kookie.”

Jungkook obeys this time, hands in front of himself. He kisses Jimin chastely, but his hyung licks into his mouth and pulls him close. It’s not sexual, it’s to comfort him and let him know Jimin’s not mad at him. Of course he’s not. Jimin’s an angel, he’s sure. “You’re okay. Be good for daddy, baby.”

Jungkook nods. When he walks back over to his daddy, he’s unexpectedly lifted, thighs locking around his daddy’s waist and hands on his shoulders to balance himself.

Jungkook groans when they start moving. “Daddy~”

Daddy chuckles. “Just wanted to remind you how much you enjoyed Jiminnie’s little show.” How evil! “I enjoyed it too.” Jungkook squeals as he’s dropped for a split second to slide lower down his daddy’s body and oh.

Daddy’s hard.

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Jungkook pulls back and looks at his daddy. His brown hair is sexily tousled, eyes low and an infuriating smile on his lips that says he knows he’s going to get exactly what he wants. Jungkook is weak...so weak. He blushes and presses his face back into the crook of daddy’s neck. “Aw, pumpkin, don’t get shy now. You’re my big boy. You don’t want daddy?”

Jungkook wriggles a little, affected. “Daddy won’t give it to me,” he whines, voice muffled.

Daddy makes an affronted noise. “I thought little Kookie was empty. Doesn’t she wanna be filled?” Jungkook squeaks and internally curses his daddy for making him make such unmanly sounds. His daddy’s fingers are right on his entrance. They’ve stopped moving now, surrounded by the too white walls of the large room.

“Little Kookie is not a girl!” He tries to sound annoyed, but the finger at his rim quiets him.

“Little Kookie is whatever I want her to be.” Jungkook can’t help his automatic shudder every time his daddy’s voice drops like this. So deep and disarming. It leaves no room for argument and it gets Jungkook hot. “I discovered her, I know what she’s good at, how she takes it like she’s made for it. You were made for it, weren’t you, Kookie?”

Jungkook’s choked up by how tight his stomach is clenching. He simpers, says no, insists that Little kookie is a boy, but he knows his daddy can feel his hole clenching, honest.

“Mmm.” He hears Daddy pull open and close a draw before he sits on the bed, Jungkook on his lap. “Stand up for me, babe.” Jungkook stands, realizing again that he’s painfully turned on. There’s a whistle and he blushes. Jungkook watches with bleary eyes as his daddy kisses down his tummy and licks at the wetness on his panties. It has his head lolling back and a groan escaping. Daddy tugs his soiled panties down and off before sitting back and patting his lap for Jungkook to sit back down.

There’s the pop of a cap, a caress at his bare back and then he’s being kissed as two fingers breach him. It’s the same hand Daddy used to just finger Jimin and the thought is erotic, filthy. He was right though, the burn is phenomenal. Daddy chuckles. “Your eyes are rolling, sweetheart.” Jungkook only whimpers as he’s fully penetrated. His head falls to daddy’s shoulder. “Such a good boy when you want it, aren’t you?” Jungkook pulls back for a kiss, but daddy tells him to keep his eyes on him and he’s blushing again. The unwavering gaze daddy gives him would have his knees buckling had he been standing. “My little masochist. You like the pain, don’t you?” He nods, red hair fluffy and bouncing.

“It’s so good, Daddy.” He’s breathless.

Taehyung doesn’t wait. He presses in a third finger deeply and it has his little bunny squealing and squirming. He locks an arm around the boy’s waist and positively abuses his prostate. His baby’s squeal turns into gasps then to choked whimpers before he’s screaming, always the loud one. He wraps his arms around Taehyung’s neck and tries to bury his sounds into his neck, but daddy’s not having it, tugging his head back by his hair. Jungkook’s thighs are trembling. It won’t take much more.

Aigoo, he’s gorgeous. Pale skin flushed rosy, doe eyes wet, those adorable peachy nipples pebbling against his chiffon dress and eyebrows pinched as he tries desperately to ride his daddy’s fingers. His mouth drops open and it’s so pretty. “D-Da-”

“Tell me, sweet boy, tell daddy how good he makes you feel.” He kisses Jungkook’s open mouth and right when the boy begins shaking hard, he brings his hand up to lock tight around Jungkook’s weeping cock.

He sobs, loud and long. An extravagant number of ‘No daddy’s’ shouted in Taehyung’s ear and fumbling hands trying to pry his own off. His little boy’s member is engorged, soaked and turning purple at the head that barely shows over the cup of Taehyung’s hand, and by barely he means not at all. He finds it adorable, both his boys. Kookie’s a bit bigger than Jimin is, but Jimin’s thicker. Taehyung makes a habit of telling them they’re barely anything to hold, but his bunny always tells him it’s not fair because ‘daddy has big hands.’

Jungkook even attempts to push at his chest as tears cascade his red cheeks again. It’s enough after a minute.

“Quit it with the tantrum, Jungkook. I never said I would let you come. You knew I wouldn’t, so don’t be a brat.”

Jungkook stares at him with his huge eyes, paws at his cheeks and frowns hard, chest heaving with poorly suppressed sobs, trying to gasp with his mouth closed. He looks like the cutest upset little rabbit. “Daddy’s...a-a meanie,” he concludes and Taehyung kisses his frowning mouth.

“Maybe, but Kookie’s a meanie too.” He gestures with his chin toward the space on the bed behind him. “I have to punish you so that you know there are always consequences when you do something wrong, angel. And my Kookie is good, isn’t he?”

Jungkook gulps, eyes down. He hasn’t been good, hasn’t been good at all. Taehyung sees his insecurity and it’s exactly why he has to go through with the punishment. His bunny knows he’s been bad and in his head and judging by his distraught confession, the little boy thinks he’s flushed the whole world and its inhabitants down the toilet. If Jungkook goes on with that guilt, it could be traumatizing. Taehyung nuzzles his nose to surface him from his ocean of thought. “Still feel bad about it?”

Jungkook nods again easily. There’s nothing he wants more than to be good for his daddy and his hyung and Taehyung has to use it even though punishing his baby hurts him gravely. He sighs and pulls out the ring he’d been hiding behind him. Jungkook watches with wide eyes and a panicking stutter to his breath as his daddy slips the cockring onto him and tightens it. Jungkook offers no resistance though. “Good boy.” He kisses a blotchy cheek. “You can stay and sleep like this or we can finish this, but I still won’t let you come.”

Jungkook looks up from under his pretty red fringe and down at his daddy’s pants where he’s been straining against the material for just as long as Jungkook but without any stimulation. Daddy’s giving him this choice because he feels bad for punishing him and Jimin too. He feels he should suffer with Jungkook. But that’s not true!

He reaches up to shyly paw at his daddy’s chest. “Daddy can take me.” He keeps his voice soft. When he peeks up, his daddy’s eyes are wide.

“Kook-ah, you sure? You don’t have to...”

He’s already shaking his head. He crawls out of his daddy’s lap and places himself on the bed in the exact position his hyung had been in a while ago. He spreads his knees wide over the bed, back in a deep arch. He looks over his shoulder and blushes when he feels his dress slip up to splay around his hips. “I want daddy. Please, I want you.”

Taehyung is winded, both by the beautiful view before him and his baby’s selflessness. He bites his lip because if he says anything else he’ll back out of this punishment. Instead, he sweeps a deft hand up across the boy’s stomach to find a nipple. When he does, he rubs and pulls at it gently feeling his baby start squirming immediately, whining. His nipples have always been girlishly sensitive. Taehyung slides back down to grip at Kookie’s lean hips, lingering at his tiny waist that’s arched so prettily first.

He aligns himself at Jungkook’s entrance and hears the boy take a breath.

He wouldn’t last, Jungkook knows he wouldn’t last a second if he didn’t have on a cock-ring. At this point, simply the burn and stretch of his daddy pushing into him would have him coming undone in seconds. He bites into the pillow. It’s always like this, so thick that it’s overwhelming. He always has to hold Jimin’s hand through it. And daddy presses in so deep, one continuous plunge that has him pushing himself up off the bed to ground himself. His daddy’s hand is on his back though, pushing him softly back down. “Shhh, don’t move.”

He whimpers pathetically, crying as his sore prostate is brushed. He’s missed this, the feeling’s so strong he almost forgets about the cockring. He claws at the sheets as daddy starts to shallowly, slowly rock into him. It’s too much and his thighs twitch as he tries to adjust. He turns to look over his shoulder. “Da-ddy,” His eyes are bleary and it feels like the room is getting bigger, the bed, everything. “It’s... Kookie’s so f-full.”

Taehyung growls. He can tell by the far off look in Jungkook’s eyes that the boy has sunken into a deep headspace. It rouses something protective in him and he leans down to suck at his baby’s neck, caging him with his body. He picks up his pace, pressing deeper into Jungkook’s tight tight heat. The boy recoils, trying to curl into himself and Taehyung understands. “Aigoo, is my little one sore?"

“Daddddyyy...”

“You’re too cute, bunny. I wanna press you into these sheets and take you apart till you’re crying from it all.”

If Jungkook could find his coherency and his voice he would argue that he’s crying right now from it all, but he gets what his daddy means. Nonetheless, daddy speeds up and it’s not long before Jungkook’s voice is breaking and he’s sure his screaming has woken Jimin. “Hah! Hah! Please!...P-lease!” He dry orgasms twice before his daddy spills hot white inside him.

When he pulls out, Jungkook cries like his daddy inside him was his only source of comfort. The boy curls into fetal position, hands clenching and sobbing loudly, but Taehyung picks him up before he breaks out in shivers. It’s been a while since he’s had one of his boys drop like this, but it’s a sign that Kookie’s gotten over his guilt if he let go enough to subdrop. Jungkook clutches at him, looking up at him from his chest. He’s still sobbing and Taehyung frowns, feeling Jungkook shift in his lap, trying to close his legs properly. Again, he understands. “Daddy!” he cries. “It’s- It’s coming out! Make it stop!” Jungkook brutally butchers the words.

Taehyung cards his fingers through the boy’s hair, cooing and rocking him back and forth. “Let it come out, angel. If daddy plugs you, you’ll be too sore in the morning. Don’t you wanna dance well with Jiminnie?”

“No! No!” He’s inconsolable. “Please! Daddy I need it!” Jungkook doesn’t stop until Taehyung sighs. It isn’t good for his baby to be crying so hard for this long, so he’ll give the boy what he wants.

“Okay, okay, sweetheart.” He reaches over and Jungkook clings tightly, thinking he’s going to leave him. Taehyung shoves his hand into the draw to grope for Jungkook’s plug he knows is there from the last time he’d taken the boy. He finds it quickly. It’s thankfully one of the smaller ones, pretty pink tinted glass. He slathers it in lubricant, lays back, Jungkook cradled on his chest and eases the plug into the shivering boy.

Jungkook takes a while and Taehyung waits patiently, carding long fingers through silken red, for his baby’s shaking and crying to subside. He whispers little assurances; “Daddy forgives you, baby,” and “You’re so so good.” Jungkook keens at the praise sleepily, pushing a thumb into his mouth and curling up in Taehyung’s arms.

The older coos at him, plucking tissues from the bedside table to clean them both up before he pulls the sheets over them. His baby bunny is so precious when he’s sleepy, blinking languidly at his daddy while sucking on his thumb, dried tear tracks on his cheeks. Taehyung grins, brushing stray strands from Jungkook’s face and kissing his forehead. “Daddy’s princess is sleepy?” Jungkook nods and turns over, back facing daddy and snuggles back against him. Daddy kisses his nape, a gruff “I love you,” sounding before Jungkook lets sleep take him.

“Love you, too.”

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When Jungkook wakes up, someone’s pawing at his chest. He whines as the hand catches on his nipple. Mustering the energy to open his eyes, he’s greeted by Jimin’s blond head pressed up under his chin. “H-Hyung?” He cringes at the hoarseness of his own voice.

Jimin’s bright eyes pop into view at the call. Concern makes them shine and he cups Jungkook’s face in his small hands. “Kookie~ are you okay?”

The younger giggles as his cheeks are squished, responding with a muffled “I’m fine, hyungie. Why?”

“You were screaming last night and it woke me up.” His gaze shifts behind Jungkook for a second. “I thought Daddy was being rough with you.”

Guilt seeps into Jungkook again, but much lighter than last night. “’M sorry, hyung.” He nuzzles their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. “I’m really okay. I was really good for daddy too.”

Jimin looks him over for any bad signs, but those doe eyes and bunny smile don’t lie. He’s fine. He trusts his daddy to take care of his dongsaeng, but daddy was angry last night and his Kookie sounded particularly distraught, but Jimin guesses his screaming was for good reason. He’s been on that end long enough to know.

A low hum interrupts them and Jungkook is tugged back harder. His neck is attacked with butterfly kisses from behind and he giggles. “Damn right,” Daddy says, sleep-laced voice deep and throaty. It runs a shiver up Jungkook’s spine. “He took his punishment so well, Minnie. You should’ve seen him.”

Both littles blush. “Morning, daddy,” Jimin says shyly, slipping his little hands between his thighs in a demure gesture. Jungkook thinks he’s cute. He’s always cute. As he’s squirming at the assault on his neck, he feels his body tense up with the throb of his hole around the butt plug still inside him and the ache in his lower back. Belatedly, he notices that the cock-ring is gone. He bites back a whine. Daddy was right, of course, he’s too sore to dance with Jimin today.

There’s a smug smirk on his daddy’s lips when he leans up and over him to face Jimin. Jimin leans up to give his daddy the morning kiss he knows he will ask for. “Morning, my angel. Are you doubting me, love?”

Jimin pouts, about to protest, but Jungkook kisses it from his lips with a giggle, claiming it was too cute to not kiss. Daddy chuckles and gives Jungkook a kiss as well. “How are you feeling, princess?”

A pout decorates his face. “Daddy was right. Kookie’s sore.”

A flash of guilt crosses his daddy’s face and Jimin picks up on it, always attentive. “Turn over for me, sweetheart. Let’s take your plug out and clean you boys up. I’ll make us some breakfast then we can go shopping. Sound good, Jimin-ah? You can dance if you want to afterward.”

Jimin shakes his head, fluffy blond hair swaying like a bright cloud. “Jiminnie won’t dance without Kookie.”

Taehyung smirks at his kind boy, pulling him in with a hand around his nape. “Such a sweet little thing.” Jimin blushes, curling into his touch like the kitten he is. A chuckle escapes him. “Help baby Kookie for Daddy.”

Taking the cue, Jungkook wiggles onto his stomach, pushing his hips up and back, revealing the sparkling pink jewel handle between his cheeks. He looks delectable like this. Jimin groans, leaning over him to kiss between his shoulder blades. He tugs the plug gently, playing a little tug of war with it and hearing Jungkook gasp each time he slides it back in. Eventually, he pulls the toy free and gasps when he sees the torrent of white dribbling from Jungkook’s hole like vanilla ice cream melting down the sides of its cone. He kind of wants to taste it. It wouldn’t be the first time.

But when Jimin leans over to lap at the thick cream, daddy pulls him back. He swallows a whine as he’s pulled against daddy’s warm chest. Looking up over the soft line of his shoulder, Jimin pouts at his daddy who smiles sweetly at him, almost innocently. And it rubs Jimin wrong because he knows it means he’s being denied. The sweet smile vanishes as he leans into Jimin’s ear and whispers: “Let’s cool that sweet tooth for right now, baby. I’ll let you taste Kook later.” Jimin’s eyes disappear with his pretty smile like he was promised a new pet and not to eat out his boyfriend and Taehyung just wants to keep him here in his arms forever. But they have a rather fun agenda today, so maybe forever can start tomorrow.

He stands, fingers of one hand entangled in Jimin’s and uses his grip to pull the boy up. He stumbles like expected, clumsy little feet crossing in attempt to steady himself. Taehyung dips quickly, curls an arm around Jimin’s thighs and lifts him so his baby folds in half over his shoulder. He feels Jimin’s squeak before he starts giggling. The brunette turns to see his younger babe crawling off the high bed. He smears his daddy’s cum all over the sheets and Taehyung sighs. In little space like this, he doesn’t notice these things. But when his Kookie spins around and looks at him with those gorgeous does, the smear of frustration is wiped clean like new and Taehyung pulls him along into the bathroom to wash up.

He endures wasted sprinkles of water and frothy cheek kisses because his babies are messy and so so affectionate (so is he), but by endure he means basks in the warmth and love and the view of two beautifully naked bodies.

The sun is completely up when they’re ready and have had breakfast. The boys decide to match in terms of style, both asking their daddy to dress them in soft cotton skirts that expose most of their dance toned thighs with two white stripes lining the hems, fish net tights, cute crop tops and high top converse. Jimin wears black everything with only a spotting of blue that is the Nasa logo on his crop top. His daddy pulls his collar tight, his pretty black collar that reads ‘KITTEN’ in large sparkling silver jewels, and Jimin shivers at the ownership in the gesture. Jungkook’s skirt and tights are baby pink, so is the cursive ‘daddy’s little bunny’ written on his white top. His choker is also pink and so beautiful, a sleek ribbon tied in a bow at the front with frills all around it. It has a little pink bell attached to the bow and Jimin wants him to keep it on all day and hear it jingle, even when he makes good of that promise his daddy made to him.

Jimin swings a leg over Jungkook’s thighs in a straddle and proceeds to gloss the younger’s lips and dust his lids lightly in black and pink since Jungkook isn’t allowed to handle makeup for a while as his punishment. Jimin does his work diligently while Jungkook stares and breathes praises about how pretty Jimin’s butterfly winged eyeliner is and how his lips look so kissable. The blonde hushes him as he combs down Jungkook’s red fringe to sit right above his eyes. He looks so innocent when he opens his eyes and looks up through it, so deceptive. Jimin feels Jungkook’s wandering fingers ghosting the line of his panties over his ass, but he keeps mum, blushing and trying to keep down a moan when the touches reach his inner thighs.

“You two would give a man a heart attack just from how fast his blood rushed down with the sight you make right now.”
Jimin turns to smile at his daddy for the compliment and Jungkook follows. But their smiles are overcome by the darkness filling their eyes as they take in their daddy. A simple yet dazzling white dress shirt tucked neatly into black slack that hang just right on his hips and stop right above his ankles. Dress shoes cover the short edges of his socks and fitted black suspenders slung over his deliciously broad shoulders along with the tanned skin of his collarbones exposed by the two popped buttons and the casual grey beanie have Jimin and Jungkook drooling.

Jungkook nudges Jimin off his lap, springing up to plant a glossy kiss on his daddy’s lips. “Why do you always look so good when you dress up, daddy?”

Taehyung chuckles and takes Jungkook’s face in his hands. “I try so you both won’t upstage me completely. But you two,” he looks Jungkook and Jimin up and down, “look stunning, as usual.” He trails his hands down to settle on the boy’s dainty waist and pulls him flush against himself as their lips lock in a saccharine cherry-flavored rally. He can feel the younger sag in his arms, likely sinking into his headspace. Just as the kiss is notching up some degrees, Jungkook is yanked out of his grasp. He opens his eyes to see Jimin’s pout, chin on Jungkook’s shoulder and arms around his waist possessively.

Taehyung smiles.

“Hyung-”

“Just because you look amazing doesn’t mean you can ruin my handy work,” the little blonde sasses. He looks so pretty with his red lips and shadowed eyes that Taehyung almost apologizes. Instead he lets the knowing smirk stretch his lips and tugs Jungkook back against his side because he knows the makeup he buys his boys is top notch and won’t budge with any little kiss. So he pulls Jimin against his other side, watching as he looks up with wary eyes like he knows what he’s done wrong. Left hand tracing down his baby’s body, Taehyung grabs a handful of Jimin’s plump ass under his skirt, eliciting a squeak and looks him in his eyes. The boy immediately shrinks away a bit.

“Jealous, babydoll?...Makes me wanna spank you, sassing me like that. Pull up your pretty skirt and make you red under those panties, hmm?” Of course he’s not that petty to spank Jimin over something as small as being sassy with him. Just the threat of it is fine.

Jungkook lets out a groan, hiding himself away in his daddy’s neck to try and ignore this arousing scene. Daddy rubs his bare back under his top to soothe him but it does nothing, only makes his skin tingle. “Sorry, daddy.” It’s coy, head dipped and eyes up and Taehyung is weak.

“It’s fine, baby. Just let me know how you feel at all times, okay?”

Jimin hugs him and nods into his chest. He’s just too precious. “Let’s go.”

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The mall isn’t crowded. It’s a Monday so everyone is at work. Taehyung took the day off because he’s ahead of schedule and Namjoon can handle everything just fine. As he and his beautiful boyfriends step into the huge building, Jungkook latches onto his arm like always, shy around strangers. Taehyung has cemented into his boys’ brains that they are their own person and can wear whatever the hell they want and the only thing that matters is what they think about themselves. And he’ll take them by the waist in any setting and press the fact that they’re the most gorgeous humans to ever walk the earth onto their lips if they get insecure about it. They know this well. So they don’t wither under the appalled and disgusted stares. Jimin walks proudly before them, skirt fluttering teasingly around his tan thighs as he gracefully sashays around the corners and twists of the wide halls. Taehyung whistles lowly at the blonde and Jungkook giggles adorably, lacing his fingers with his daddy’s and hugging his arm against his body.

It’s always been a bit of a kink for them- people’s judgement. It puts a sadistic smile on Taehyung’s face to watch the stares of homophobes in Korea. They’re all stupid fucking hypocrites, because he sees the awe; the lust behind the scorn, sees the way their eyes trace the lines of Jungkook’s bare waist and settle on the sway of Jimin’s hips and ass. They look but they can’t touch. They’d never be man enough to let themselves touch. And Taehyung won’t deny that he’s the biggest tease and a bit of a sadist. So if he deliberately drops clothing to watch the struggle on pinched faces as Jungkook bends to pick them up, flashing his delectable derrière in his lacy panties like the polite baby boy he is and if he pulls Jimin up on his toes emphasizing the arch of his back when the boy whispers in his ear about a cute outfit, can you blame him? They both know what he’s doing and the blush on their cheeks show that they’ll not at all opposed.

Eventually, the trio find themselves in the store that Taehyung owns...DDAENG... and is where he gets all his suits tailored. It mainly sells menswear (mainly Gucci), but there’s a section just for his boys. Jimin gives a happy squeak when he spots a pink head behind the counter turned away from them. The person turns at the sound and gasps, putting his hands over his mouth. He races over and squeezes Jimin then Jungkook in hugs, planting a kiss on their cheeks. Taehyung smiles at the display. “I haven’t seen you guys in months.” He slaps a hand over his heart. “I thought you neglected me!”

“It’s daddy’s fault, Baekkie-hyung. He’s been busy,” Jimin complains, throwing a look at his daddy. Taehyung pouts a little too at the low blow. He has to work. Cut him some slack.

Baekhyun narrows his eyes at Taehyung and leans in, hands on his hips. “I hope you’ve been giving my boys all the attention they deserve, Tae.”

Taehyung sighs. “I slack off from work every time they whine for me to spend the day with them, so if I was in any other position than CEO, I’d be jobless by now.”

Baekhyun leans back with a satisfied smile. “Good.”

Taehyung isn’t even shocked. Baekhyun is ridiculous and so is his love for these two angels.

“And oh my god, you guys look amazing!...What are we looking for today?”

“Oh, sugar daddy’s here. Hey guys, how are ya?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes at the eccentric man. “I told you to stop calling me that, Chanyeol-hyung. It’s traumatizing,” the brunette deadpans as the tall man walks out with a toothy smile.

He ignores Taehyung’s remark as he walks around the counter and asks instead: “Oh, your cuties are with you! Hi! What kind of strange suits does your daddy want this time?”

Jungkook and Jimin wave at Chanyeol, Kookie’s bell garnering attention. Both of them smile adorably at the giant and chirp. “Hi, Channie-hyung!”

Taehyung shakes his head. “Just shopping for my baby boys today.”

Taking this as his cue, Jungkook tugs his arm, pulling him over to a rack of shorts of all styles. He frowns. “Babe, remember we’re here to buy Jimin’s dress. You’re not getting anything from here.”

Jungkook whips around, all wide eyes and he looks downright distressed. His shoulders just drop and he looks so small.
“Daddy no.” It’s Jimin. “I don’t want-”

Taehyung won’t play his game. “Don’t try that one, Minnie. Daddy said no.” He means it. This is the most essential part of Jungkook’s
punishment: he has to redeem his bad action. It has to be done. But then he looks back at Jungkook and sees the tears swimming in his big eyes and Taehyung nearly loses his footing at the heartache seeing Jungkook cry induces.

In that moment, he realizes that this isn’t a punishment now. Jungkook’s already done enough and letting him get all dressed up and bringing him here while not intending to buy him anything is plain cruel. He’ll just be hurting Jungkook. To think that after five years with his babies he still makes these brutal mistakes. Oh woe to him.

He brushes Jungkook’s cheeks gently before the liner-stained tears even fall and pulls him in. “Shhh, I’m sorry. Never mind what I said, sweetheart. That was mean of daddy, wasn’t it?” Jungkook nods his head in his neck and he decides to let the punishment slip altogether. “You can have whatever you like, honey. Daddy’ll even buy you new make-up, okay?”

“O-Okay,” he whimpers but calms quickly. He stays close the whole time, attached to his daddy’s arm. Jimin and Baekhyun have to pull both of them to each section of the store that catches Jimin’s interest. It’s a large store so they take their time.

Jimin gasps before snatching a bright stretch of fabric from a rack and holds it up in front of his body. It’s doesn’t look like anything special to Taehyung, rather ugly but its color is pretty, a silk rose gold dress with bunches at the arms and elastic along the collar. “Daddy, I want this,” his baby says, giving him a simpering smile with his bottom teeth on display and Taehyung wants to kiss him.

He does just that, hard on the mouth, caressing Jimin’s side before pushing him towards the changing rooms. “’Course. Go try it on, angel.” Jimin’s tinkling laugh as he bounds off reminds him of the disheartened little bun clinging to his arm. He looks down, pouting fondly at how cute Jungkook looks with his round cheek squashed against his shoulder, his eyelids shimmering. “Don’t wanna help Jiminnie change?”

“Baekkie-hyung is already helping him.”

“Babe, you know you can still go.”

Jungkook snuggles up further and whispers “next one.”

Taehyung sighs. Jungkook doesn’t need to carry this mood around the entire shopping trip. So he pulls the boy to the nearest block set up in the store and sits, pulling the redhead into his lap. “Baby boy...” he turns Jungkook’s chin to look at him. “Are you still upset with Daddy?”
Pout pushing his rosy lips out, Jungkook shakes his head, eyes wide. “J-Just...” he blinks, nose scrunching cutely as he thinks. “I don’t know.”

Taehyung smiles. His little Kookie is just holding onto the mood.

“How about Daddy buy you lamb skewers and banana milk afterward?”

The suggestion brings a giggles out of the boy. “That’s a bad combo, Daddy.” He swings his legs a bit, a sign that he’s placated and his daddy grins.

“All right, babe. Just tell me what you want.”

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Jungkook throws an arm over his daddy’s shoulder, ducking his head with a pretty blush that matches his fringe curtaining his eyes lightly. Taehyung feels his eyes narrow in fondness, tilting his head to find his baby’s eyes, suppressing a soft smirk. He knows this act- when Jungkook begins to sink deeper. “Banana milk tonight?” He taps his sneaker-clad toes together, childish yet coy. “Bottle?”

Petting his hair, Taehyung hums, staying casual, because his babes still get bashful about their littler sides. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

On cue, Jimin emerges from the changing room with a pleased looking Baekhyun behind him and damn is Jimin a sight. Taehyung was wrong, the dress isn’t ugly, or rather, Jimin makes it look fabulous. The gold looks more metallic in this light, the simple elastic top circling Jimin’s thin chest. From there the dress falls unhindered, curls into itself at odd intervals. The sleeves leave Jimin’s shoulders naked, highlighting their daintiness, then bunch low on his forearms like blooming flowers. The short dress comes to mid-thigh and the color looks splendid against his baby’s gorgeous tanned skin, especially the tease of his thighs.

The boy holds the hem of the dress, looking through his blonde strands. “It’s pretty, right?”

Taehyung is quick to correct. “You’re beautiful, angel. You can wear that at the gala, can’t he, Kookie?”

The boy bounces in Taehyung’s lap with a squeal. “Yeah, hyung! You look like a princess!” He claps with it and Jimin smiles knowingly, picking up on Jungkook’s slight regression.

“Thanks, Kookie. Come on, let’s get you something too.”

Taehyung loses track of all the things he bought, but by the end of the trip Jungkook is already fully in little space and napping in the backseat with the bags after devouring his lamb skewers while Jimin who was feeding off of him, is restless in the front. He fidgets in his seat, toying with the plastic bags and giggling at the fascinating phenomenon of how his tiny thumbs disappear when he wraps them in the material of his crop top. During the drive, though, Taehyung notices how Jimin’s knees keep bouncing, stopping then restarting with the occasional small whine. When it becomes too incessant, Taehyung knows. He waits for a red light before settling a hand over his baby’s thigh. “Little one,” he says gently, brown hair swaying with the tilt. “Do you gotta potty?”

Jimin looks at him, eyes wide like he doesn’t want to answer. Taehyung rubs his thigh to comfort him. “It’s okay, baby. You can tell me.”

His gaze shifts down, lips in a little pout. “Yes.”

He nods, pressing gas as the light turns green. “Can you hold it for a minute? If you can’t, Minnie, tell me.” Stealing glances at Jimin, he sees the boy’s hand slip between his thighs before he clenches them together tight. Taehyung frowns, but accelerates to beat Jimin’s bladder. “Minnie,” he warns.

“I can hold it, daddy,” he says but it sounds desperate. He can’t. He just wants to be good. Thankfully though, he’s turning into the garage, swiftly unlocking the car and rushing to the house door before anything.

“Go on, baby,” he beckons, coming back to the car, swinging open the door to pull Jungkook out of the back who is still dead to the world. But as he does, he hears a whimper. Looking up, he sees his baby boy, a meter from the front door, his hands hovering around him and embarrassed frown on his face. The front of his skirt is soaked, quite visible even with the black material, and Jimin flinches minutely as the hot liquid trickles down his legs, whimpering when he can’t stop.

Taehyung sighs, watching Jimin drop hard into his headspace. He’s crying in the next second, hands coming to cover his face. It wakes Jungkook, who blinks sluggishly before registering that his hyung is crying. “Uh-oh,” he says and Taehyung can’t help but smile at how cute it is.

He sets Jungkook on his feet, steadying him when he wobbles a bit, before he goes to Jimin. The trickle is slowing and he pulls the boy’s small hands from his face and kisses his forehead, caressing his hair as his cries dwindle to sniffles. He whispers reassurances to the boy as he rocks them slightly back and forth. “It’s all right, princess. Daddy’s got you. He’s not mad. Let it out.” Slowly, Jimin calms down and clings to his daddy, his hands fisting the back of his shirt as they walk inside. Taehyung stops Jimin by the door and directs Jungkook into the living room where he slumps on the couch and shoves a thumb in his mouth, his belled-choker jingling with the movement.

Taehyung drags a hand through Jungkook’s hair, telling him to stay put while he goes to collect some hand towels. He can’t stay long, because Jimin, in his delicate mind set, will cry again. So he returns and unlaces the boy’s shoes and making him step out of them and his sopping skirt, tights and panties. He wipes the excess urine gently from Jimin’s body then from the floor, carrying the wet clothes and tissues in one hand and swings Jimin over his shoulder with the other. The clothes are tossed in the washer to do later and Taehyung places Jimin in the tub of his bathroom. Despite his instruction, Jungkook finds his way in, giggling likely at the sound of running water. It ends up improving the little blond fairy’s mood and soon he’s giggling too with Taehyung having to hold him still as he washes him.

They all end up washing up a little. Taehyung unabashedly stares at his beauties when they run naked out of the bathroom for the second time that day. “On the bed, you two!” he shouts before they make it to the door. Of course, they don’t listen. “No banana milk if you run!” At this, they halt, giving their daddy pleading looks, but Taehyung just points to the bed. He dresses Jimin first, slips simple pink panties on him and buttons his baby-blue and white onesie between his legs, completing the look with matching woollen thigh-highs while Jungkook nibbles on his hyung’s fingers. He looks precious curled naked on his side, attentively holding Jimin’s wrist still. Taehyung makes them match, Jungkook in frilly panties with “yes, daddy?” written on the back and a black onesie with colourful designs along with black and white thigh-highs. Their outfits are actually really sexy on their shapely figures, but they’re in full headspace right now and while things do get heated even when they’re this deep, Taehyung knows they’re not up for it now.

So Taehyung gets them comfortable in the huge bed, slipping pacifiers into their busy mouths and sets out to bottle their banana milk. The sweet beverage is actually Jungkook’s favourite while Jimin prefers strawberry, which makes sense to him; the more innocent fruit.

When it’s just one of them that is dropped like this, Taehyung would cradle them like a small child as they drank. It’s always the most precious thing, the innocence sugary and reminding him of why he does this. But with both his babies feeling so small, he has to lay out on his back so Jimin can rest against his chest as Jungkook sprawls over his thighs, his red fringe falling across his forehead as he grins at Taehyung around the bottle nipple in his mouth. He smiles back, propping his legs up a little so Jungkook can have a better angle, knowing he usually drinks too fast and chokes sometimes. The sound of soft suckling fills the room. It’s relaxing with the evening sun caressing them. He soothes his hands through his boys’ hair, hearing them almost purr. Soon enough they fall asleep like always.

When the sucking turns to bubbly drags of air, Taehyung takes their bottles, covers them and puts them on the side table. He returns to their side and maybe he does or maybe he doesn’t stare at them while they sleep, but he can’t help it. He’s got work tomorrow and really, he doesn’t need beauty sleep.

Just his beauties.

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They make a small fuss even as they sleep, Jimin whining and turning over sharply and landing a hard accidental hit on Jungkook’s chest. The boy gasps and his eyes spring open, instant wetness glazing them. Taehyung tucks Jimin’s binky back in his mouth watching as he wiggles and settles before he pulls Jungkook into his lap. He turns his baby sideways to lean his head on his shoulder and rub his chest, but Kookie decides he wants his arms around his daddy’s neck. “Aigoo, baby. You’re okay?”

Taehyung lets out a giggle when his baby pouts at him and points to Jimin accusingly. He’s not going to say anything. He’s too far regressed, but his daddy understands. He takes his hand and kisses each cute crooked finger then his cheeks. “You know your hyung didn’t mean to, right? You’re not hurt, beautiful. You’re a big boy, right?”

A slight drop of the boy’s head makes him realize he’s wrong. Jungkook shakes his head. He likes to be acknowledged even when he’s little because he’s always proud that he’s not as physically delicate as his hyung, he’s bigger; his daddy’s big boy, but still little. However, sometimes when he gets real deep in his head, feels too big in his skin, he likes to be especially little, praised for where he is tiny and delicate. Now is clearly one of those times.
Taehyung likes to hear his voice in these moments; all softened and childish and pretty. He smoothes a large hand down Jungkook’s back. “Daddy’s mistaken?”

There’s no answer as Jungkook gets lost in the soothing touches. Sliding up to his nape, Taehyung feels his little one shudder, always sensitive there. “Hmm? Is daddy wrong, babe?”

A shy little nod.

His hand slips quick into Jungkook’s hair, pulling his head back swiftly enough to elicit a shock, but nothing painful in any way. His voice drops. “Answer me properly, Jungkook.”

He’s so so pretty, eyes still wet, pink lips parted and a small furrow to his brows, the one he gets when his daddy is too deep inside him. “Y-Yes, daddy.” It’s a weak breathy whimper with a slight impediment on the ‘yes’ like his tongue couldn’t reach far enough to form the s well. Adorable.

Daddy hums. “Of course. Daddy’s tiny little baby, right now, aren’t you?”

Jungkook whimpers again, burying his face in his daddy’s neck when he’s released. Chuckling, Taehyung caresses his back. “You know, a pretty birdie told me a secret today.”

Jungkook’s breath tickles his neck when he giggles. “Birdies don’t talk, daddy.”

Taehyung gasps overdramatically and pouts, offended as if Jungkook just insulted his entire belief system. “’Course they do. They just tweet so you probably can’t understand them, but I can.”

Jungkook mirrors his pout, although he’s sure it’s cuter on the younger. “I-I-I wanna talk to birdies too, daddy.” He bounces once in Taehyung’s lap, his characteristic stutter making his daddy grin.

“Awww, then daddy’ll have to teach you how to tweet, sing pretty like the birdie.” Jungkook giggles again, fists coming to his mouth and fingertips poking at his lips.

“Daddy, what did the birdie say?”

He pulls Jungkook’s hands from his mouth to kiss him. He traces the kisses across the boy’s cheek till his mouth is behind Jungkook’s ear, a naughty whisper on his tongue. He doesn’t hold it back. It won’t be a secret long anyway. He holds Jungkook’s soft hands between them and instinctively follows when the boy leans his head, granting his lips more silky skin to taste. Taehyung foreshadows the secret with his lips, kissing, feeling Jungkook’s pulse raise when he nips and laves his tongue there. “Jiminnie says he wants to taste you.”

Taehyung pulls back enough to watch the red suffuse over his princess’ cheeks. The confession seems to pull him up a bit from his headspace and he blinks bashfully. “H-Hyung does?” He squeaks. Taehyung loves his little brat, really he does, but he can’t help but relish these moments when Jungkook regresses enough and gets shy and most astonishingly obedient.

He slides his over hands the dip of his back and he bends into the touch. “Mhm. Been a while since little Kookie got kisses from her Jiminnie.” Jungkook practically dives into his neck, whining quietly as his daddy laughs. Taehyung thinks for a moment that maybe Jungkook shouldn’t be pulled from such a comforting headspace so quickly. Maybe he wanted to stay longer. “Are you okay with that, baby?” His quiet serious tone lets Jungkook know exactly what he means. “You’re not tired?”

There’s a cute little noise as Jungkook shakes his head in his neck. With permission, Taehyung lets his hands fall naturally to Jungkook’s bum, gently palming over the full swell. Easy just for him, Jungkook presses back into his hands, drawing a deep hum from his daddy. “Wake your hyung for daddy. Then make him feel real good. If you do a good job, then little Kookie can get her treat.” Jungkook doesn’t even make a fuss about his special place being feminized, just looks eager for a kiss. Taehyung gives him what he wants, of course because he can’t help it.

The boy crawls over to Jimin, who’s curled into himself and looking so beautifully peaceful Taehyung almost feels bad for plotting to wake him. But then he gets distracted by the sliver of Jungkook’s pale thighs peeking from his black thigh highs and suddenly he wants to see them around Jimin’s waist.
Gently, Jungkook rolls Jimin onto his back, the boy’s short limbs splaying out freely. He looks like a little lamb, vulnerable with his full cheeks bracketing the blue binky in his mouth. Dipping, Jungkook takes its handle between his teeth and pulls it from Jimin’s mouth. It comes free with a wet plop that contradicts their innocent outfits and ambience. Taehyung will be honest that it stirs something hot inside him.

Jimin’s eyes are groggy when they slip open. He blinks slowly. “Hi, hyung,” he breathes, smiling, but he gets a pout in greeting.
“Kookie, why?”

“Play with me, hyungie.”

“But I’m sleepy,” Jimin whines, lisp thick as he traces the shapes on the chest of Kookie’s onesie. Taehyung can’t help chuckling a little. If his Minnie was really that sleepy, he would roll over and slap Jungkook’s prying hands away till he got the message, but chances are he’s thinking a bit further ahead than his sleepy eyes let on. Jimin’s gaze finds him at the sound, but he’s immediately distracted.

“But,” Jungkook drops his head to Jimin’s chest, nuzzling and enjoying his sweet scent before blinking up at him, rosy cheek still squished against the soft material of his onesie. “Hyung doesn’t w-wanna taste…Kookie? Little Kookie wants kisses.” Taehyung can almost hear him batting his lashes. Little bunny always knows how to get what he wants.

Precious little Jimin blushes, finding his daddy’s eyes. Taehyung gives him an easy smile. “Can I, daddy?”

“’Course you can, kitten. But Kookie’s gonna taste you first,” he says, slipping closer to rub a hand up Jungkook’s back then down to Jimin’s thigh.

On cue, Jungkook slinks up and plants a kiss on Jimin’s lips. He pulls back with a blush and a shy giggle. This right here is always cute to see. How his babies have got so much pent up tension between them that they can’t keep their hands off of each other. He can see it in Jimin’s eyes, his pupils fluctuating as his gaze slithers over Jungkook, Jungkook’s hand dragging uselessly over the naked patch of Jimin’s thigh as he rubs his face into his chest. Yet, with their daddy there they can’t seem to act on it on their own. They’re too deep in headspace, need a little push.

Taehyung stops touching and pulls back altogether, feeling Jungkook still. Both their eyes follow the movement. “Kiss like you mean it, babes. Put on a show for daddy.” He drawls it out, letting the desire pool into his tone and leaning back on his hands.

Heat suffuses through him as soon as he spots the dark focus in Jungkook’s eyes. “Hyung,” he breathes and Jimin’s fist curls tight in the younger’s onesie.

“Come taste hyung, baby,”

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“Come taste hyung, baby,”

Jimin purrs and pulls Jungkook down. Their lips clash, but the intensity wanes immediately, just eager lips sliding together. Little moans escape quickly, Jimin lightly dragging his tongue over the seam of Jungkook’s lips and the boy gives easily, sitting back on his heels when Jimin sits up. They mesh back together and it’s beautiful how easy they are, completely soft. “Ah,” Jimin gasps when Jungkook bites his lip, the younger grinning pretty when he pulls back. Jimin pouts and gives him those hurt big eyes. It pulls a worried expression from Jungkook and he’s quick to kiss it better, but before Taehyung has the chance to smile at the exchange, Jimin’s naughty little hand slips up Jungkook’s thigh, the red-head shivering from the touch. And at the triple clicks of Jungkook’s onesie coming undone, Taehyung feels his cock twitch. When Jimin leans in to kiss him again, Jungkook drops out of range and latches onto his hyung’s throat, humming against his skin and arms pulling them chest to chest. “Kookie,” Jimin moans when Jungkook finds that sweet spot on his neck. The blonde caresses up Jungkook’s side, exposing velvet skin and a little swell beneath his panties.

Taehyung lets out a groan when he sees the “Yes, daddy?” printed on the back and Jungkook’s wet mouth pops when he releases Jimin. He looks at Taehyung and has the audacity to say “Don’t touch yourself, daddy.” He gives a disapproving pout and Taehyung chuckles at the turn-around, the hand atop his own thigh stopping in its tracks. Jungkook really is a menace sometimes. But Taehyung listens, because it’s fair...or maybe because he’s just a masochist for his babies. He supposes he doesn’t mind either way, wants to play the game.

“Or else what, bun?”

Jimin giggles at the challenge, but his cherubic smile holds an undertone of something mean. It’s nothing that shows, but Taehyung can feel it. “Or else Jiminnie won’t let you taste Kookie.” And it’s really unfair how adorable his lisp is because if Taehyung didn’t know his baby so well, he’d think he was kidding.

He sighs, sitting back on his hands, smile still in place as he watches Jimin snake his hands into Jungkook’s panties for a squeeze. Jungkook nearly falls into him, pressing back like he can’t help it.

“Can daddy taste Jiminnie instead then?”

Pouting, Jimin pulls away from Jungkook, kissing him when he whines and then crawls to his daddy. Taehyung hisses in surprise when Jimin presses a hand right onto his clothed erection and leans in close to whisper sweetly. “If daddy’s good then he can taste Kookie and...” he looks bashful for a second, sweet boy. “And Jiminnie will sit here.” He drags his hand over Taehyung’s cock, pressing hard.

“F-Fuck, kitten.”

“Bad word, daddy.”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Will daddy be good?”

He lets his hand slip into Jimin’s hair, just to hold him there longer and prolong the pressure. Dropping a kiss on his forehead, he chokes out. “Yeah yeah, baby. Daddy’ll be good for you.”

Satisfied, Jimin crawls back over to Jungkook, Taehyung’s eyes planted on his ass. Jungkook lies on his back, watching almost in a trance as his hyung pulls off his onesie and his panties and lies next to him. Red blooms on his cheeks as he lays there, all tan and dainty, wearing only his thigh highs and Jungkook’s hickey. Taehyung’s cock aches at the sight and he should sit on his hands but he tells himself he can handle it. Jimin’s hair tickles his lashes, lips swollen, nipples standing and little cock hard. He smiles at Jungkook and pets his hair. “Be good for hyung, baby?”

Jungkook blinks once and nods, sitting up to stare a second longer before he dives to kiss down Jimin’s chest. He’s not patient with it, sucking briefly at his nipples and moaning when Jimin arches up into him. Jimin whines when he pulls away.

“Turn around so daddy can see you.” A menace.

Jimin’s blush darkens, but he gets up and lies so that his side is facing daddy. Jungkook bends over him and takes his time just to tease. He sucks bruises into Jimin’s chest and tummy and when the little blonde’s back arches again it’s lovely, the lower curve of his ribcage protruding as he moans. Taehyung bites down on his bottom lip, deep groan escaping as he shifts in the bed. He thinks that he could come from just watching them and he doesn’t even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed about it. His bunny nips quickly down his hyung’s body and licks up the pre-cum on his stomach with a blush as he sees his daddy smirk in his periphery. Taehyung knows what he wants.

“Just want cock in your mouth, don’t you, little one?”

Jungkook whimpers, burying his red face between Jimin’s legs to hide his embarrassment, but the action only proves his daddy right. “Please, Kookie,” Jimin pants and Jungkook looks up, doe eyes just oozing compliance. He swallows Jimin down in one motion, pulling a sharp cry from him as his body jerks. Taehyung watches with a bit of jealously as his bunny’s pretty lips stretch around Jimin and make him tremble. There’s no struggle in the action, no strain in Jungkook’s throat. He suckles with his eyes closed like the pleasure is all his. His hips press into the bed as he holds Jimin’s down.
Sweat trickles down Taehyung’s face as he breathes hard and slow. “Tastes as good as daddy does, baby boy? Bet Jiminne’s pretty little cock is sweeter.” And of course he knows, tasted Jimin then tasted himself on both of their lips, but it’s just to tease and to distract himself from the pulsing in his pants.
Jungkook answers with a moan and Jimin throws an arm over his eyes, hiccupping as his body thrums from the sensation. He doesn’t put his hands in Jungkook’s hair because he knows better and now it’s second nature to just take what he’s given.

It’s precious how fast he gives. “K-Kookie, Kookie,” he cries.

Heeding his warning, Jungkook pulls off, his saliva lewdly dripping down Jimin’s shaft and stringing on his lips.

“Shit, Kookie. Good boy,” Taehyung spits. It’s nearly a growl, grit out between his teeth and his head falls back against the wall, nails digging into his thighs.

Jungkook shudders at the sound of daddy’s wrecked voice. It has his tummy contracting as he grinds his hips down, staining daddy’s sheet. He presses till it hurts, but it’s still not enough. Letting his head fall to his hyung’s abdomen, he whines loud, tears pricking his eyes. He knows he has to earn what he wants. Jimin’s shivering as his breath dews up his cock reminds him of that, but he just can’t care right now.

Taehyung’s head clears a bit at Jungkook’s distressed whine. He looks over to see his baby slumped over a concerned looking Jimin. From the sniffle and erratic movement of the boy’s hips, he can tell he’s frustrated and about to cry. The urge to go over and cradle him is strong, but he knows that will make both boys needier so he uses his words instead. “Kook-ah, look here,” he calls softly, but the aroused rasp in his voice is still apparent. Jungkook is slow in looking up, but his hips don’t halt when he does. His red fringe falls into his eyes, but does nothing to dim their brightness as they swim in tears. The pained look softens Taehyung a little, thankfully. “Pumpkin, what wrong?” Jimin caresses his face in comfort and Taehyung smiles.

“It’s not-” he sniffles. “I need-” It’s all he gets out and all his daddy needs to hear.

“You need more, sweetheart?’ He nods. “Aigoo, breathe for me, bunny. Slow down and breathe.” Jungkook obeys, blinking at him and scrunching his nose adorably. “Good boy, you’re so good, baby. Jiminnie just needs a little more okay? Prep him for daddy.”

Jungkook licks his lips with renewed focus and nudges Jimin’s knees to his chest and further apart, opening him out like a blooming flower. Jimin’s flush tides down his chest. All his earlier sass filters out and Taehyung chuckles as the blond turns his head away. “Don’t stare, daddy.”

“But you’re so pretty here, hyungie.” Jungkook leans in to lick at his hole, all smooth and pink and he gasps, the din chiming high as his back bounces off the bed.

“Stooop,” he whines, stretching his arms over his head and arching gracefully like a cat. Taehyung tears his eyes away and hops off the bed to rummage for a bottle of lubricant from his draw. With his back turned, Jimin sounds even more gorgeous, high drawn out moans that hook at the end. He can hear when Jungkook pushes his tongue in. The choked little “agh,” has him throbbing again. He breathes through his nose and returns to his prior position, taking in the sheen of sweat coating his babies and Jimin panting and kicking out even as he holds his own knees back. Taehyung crawls over and slathers Jungkook’s right hand in lube, hearing him gasp at the coolness.

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“Jimin,” Taehyung pants out, sweat dewing up his hairline with Jimin before him, naked ass up and dripping from the ridiculous amount of lubricant Taehyung gave Jungkook. The blond hums in response and Jungkook nearly shrieks at the vibration against his rim. Jimin’s got Kookie’s pink panties pulled to the side just enough for his arrow-head tongue to slither in and work miracles on Jungkook’s insides until he’s dropping on his cheek and shaking all over.

Taehyung swears his own body is blistering and he can’t work off the heat. “Jiminnie, please please,” he begs, way past salvaging any air of dominance. It feels like life or death if his cock doesn’t get any attention soon.

He’s jealous of how Jimin’s thighs shake where he’s planted on his knees from the orgasm Kookie had given him and of how Jungkook’s ready to cry from how close he is. Like karma for almost taking the boy on a fruitless shopping spree, Jungkook comes, white against black sheets and rosy cotton, his tummy dipping low as he arches. So fucking pretty.

Jimin pulls Jungkook’s panties back in place, the snap of the elastic making the boy whimper as his cheeks flush. “No, no, no,” Taehyung rushes out, shaking his head a bit too hard for his dizzy mind. Jimin turns to him, eyes wide and mouth a glossy cherry. “Take them off, baby. Jungkookie come here.” His voice is a deep grate and he can see from the strengthening blush, Jimin likes it, rarely seen his daddy so desperate and wrecked.
Jungkook whines as his hyung slides his soaked panties down his thighs and drops them on the floor.

“Can’t move, daddy.”

He’s lying and they both know it. Taehyung’s babies can handle more than one round easily. Patience is running a little low for Taehyung now, so he can’t be bothered with gauging his tone. “Get here now, Jungkook,” he growls, shifting so his back isn’t against the wall. His bunny whimpers at the command, shivering on the sheets, but albeit slowly, he gets moving and in that minute, Jimin crawls over, a glint in his eye and pushes down hard on his daddy’s chest till he’s on his back. Taehyung just stares transfixed as his baby plays with control. It sits heavy, too big in his tiny hands as he looks a bit unsure, but Jimin’s always been good with big things. Leaning down he undoes daddy’s pants and tugs them off along with his boxers. Daddy hisses as the material slides hazardously over his engorged cock and Jimin fucking coos. Taehyung almost smirks at the endearing boy, this side of him making his daddy want to wreck him more, but his hands are shaking and he can’t think about anything besides Jimin’s pouty mouth and Jimin’s mouth on his cock.

Jungkook moves in too and with some sort of telepathic cue they both kiss the purpling head like an apology. Taehyung almost yelps at the light touch, but he bites it down. “L-Little devils, you two are.” He slides his thumb over Jungkook’s candied bottom lip and the boy instantly takes it into his mouth.

“Daddy’f litthle defils,” he says, muffled around his finger. Jimin’s hand pushes the vestiges of air from his lungs as he straddles. He presses down and shit. He’s so open that Taehyung’s cock catches just a bit, loose and easy.

“Good boy, Kookie. Fingered hyung so well. He’s so ready, baby.” His mouth is working on autopilot, working pretty well considering the enrapturing friction he’s getting. His hand drops from Jungkook’s mouth with a plop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jimin sinks down, one continuous drag and sits like his daddy’s cock is his throne, whining that he’s a good boy. He winces at the stretch but doesn’t move and Taehyung would tell him to not hurt himself, but he can’t care right now. Desperation replaces his blood and he fists the sheets to not buck up and not to come right then. The relief feels like cold water in summer, but it’s hot, sweltering and tight and wet. He can’t get enough, feels fucking animal.

“Bad word, daddy,” Jungkook pouts, but he doesn’t get an apology like usual.

“When you’re r-ready, bunny, sit on daddy’s face, yeah?”

Taehyung watches the red-head’s cock twitch and he briefly thinks it’s cute, but then Jimin grinds down, circling his hips in a way that’s expert and maddening. He’s just stealing pleasure, exposing his delicate throat as he spreads his thighs wide like it would get more into him. His daddy’s wrecked and moaning, unrestrained and sexy under him. The power trip must’ve gone to his head a little, saved him from the sensitivity of his subspace, because this is the best he’s ever taken it. Usually, he’d hold tight to Taehyung’s or Jungkook’s hand when he’s penetrated, whimpering that it hurts. Now, he sails through it, gasping out a delighted “full” as Taehyung’s hips buck so hard, Jimin bounces once on him and fuck if that isn’t the best feeling ever.

Jimin lets out a hooning whimper when daddy’s fingers dig into his waist and his prostate is hit. Those hands, so big, they make him feels small and owned. His daddy is surreally gorgeous beneath him, splayed brown hair, blown eyes, glistening chest and tanned skin against black satin. He’s fucked liked that, brutal slams bruising his thighs so that he can barely meet halfway and Jungkook’s eyes on him. He wants to hide away, but he pushes it down and keeps bouncing because he’s so good. Daddy tells him so. He’s deathly aware of the deafeningly loud squelch of wet between them and he blushes vibrant, dropping back into his head.

Taehyung’s little boy drops forward onto him, crying in breathy sobs that break on each thrust like the tide on rock. It’s a lovely symphony, pitched and whiny and Taehyung doesn’t have the heart to slow down for him. Jimin rocks back each time, and his daddy secretly loves watching him cry like this. He’s breathtaking. Vulnerability is one of the prettiest things there is and it’s most beautiful on his boys. “Close, kitten?” He asks with a kiss, sweeping Jimin’s tawny hair out of his eyes. Jimin nods jerkily. “Daddy’s c-close too.” His voice is gravelly as he moans through the sentence, making it sound like some erotic song. They’re so close, so intimate and Jimin doesn’t show one ounce of embarrassment. Taehyung adores it.

“Can I, daddy?” he cries, tears wetting Taehyung’s face. “L-Let…Jiminnie come, please?!”

How can he say no to that? Even after the torture he was put through. If he was spiteful like that, he wouldn’t be cut out for this, to care for and love these two beautiful boys. “Come for me, beauty,” he pants, hips losing rhythm.

Jimin coils tight like metal around him when he comes like he’s begging to be filled, sharp shrill cry making his daddy’s ears ring for a second with how close they are. Taehyung spills obediently into him, growling through his teeth. It keeps coming because of how long he held back. The force has his thighs cramping, but he wraps a comforting arm around Jimin’s shoulders and hushes him as he sniffles. It’s perfectly normal for them to cry after an intense round, common even, but inopportune because Jungkook is just about ready to cry too. It’s surely catalyzed by his hyung’s tears but his frustration is clear, clear in the wetness glazing his thick inner thighs and pretty cock.

“D-Daddy,” he calls, fist rubbing at one eye. He’s trying so hard to stay all there, those lovely eyes pitching in and out of focus. His daddy understands. It’s hard for Taehyung sometimes too, to keep such powerful attention on them both and recalling from experience what they need before they voice it...if they do.

“Shh, bunny. Daddy’s coming.” He rubs over Jungkook’s thigh, snagging his finger in the snug material of his thigh highs and catching his breath.” Then he turns to see his little Jimin with a thumb in his mouth, curled up tight into him and looking content. A fond smile plays on his face. “Kitten?” Jimin’s closed lids flutter, but stay shut, his nose scrunching slightly and his cheeks plumping with the movement. Taehyung leans in to kiss his forehead, heart stuttering once before he sits up to place the boy in the center of the bed. He makes sure to first tug at Jungkook’s ear in that way he likes just to give him some of the attention he’s craving.

Jimin’s thighs are sticky with Taehyung’s cum when he hooks an arm under them and it’ll stay there. Jimin’s never minded. It puts an obsolete form of pride in Taehyung’s chest that he’s very familiar with. His kitten looks so innocently beautiful, head rested on his chubby hands and body coiled into fetal position. The fact that he’s naked with a post-sex flush on his skin and his daddy’s cum staining his black thigh highs can all be overlooked with that cherubic face. Taehyung almost doesn’t want to cover him, but the drop will have shivering any second now.

When his baby is warmly snuggled with his pacifier, Taehyung takes Jungkook by the wrist and kisses him. The air shifts like magic. He curls his tongue under Jungkook’s teeth, brushing away his tears with the back of his hand. Jungkook whines into his mouth, arms coming around his neck as he all but tries to sit in his daddy’s lap. Taehyung chuckles, but it melts into a groan as he pulls the little thing closer and runs his fingers through the mess between Jungkook’s legs.

“So wet, Kookie,” he breathes against his lips.

“For you, daddy.”

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His eyes are dim and bright simultaneously, lidded and sparkling. He’s still fighting it.

Daddy takes a handful of red hair and pulls so that Jungkook’s chin raises and Taehyung’s looking slightly down at him. “Let go, baby.” He feels more than hears his own voice drop. “You’ve been so good for so long. Go ahead, princess. Daddy’s got you.”

Jungkook’s body goes limp and his eyelids slump, but his eyes never leave his daddy’s. Jungkook can honestly never explain exactly what this does to him, submitting to Taehyung. There’s a power he gets from it. People look at this dependence as a weakness, but they don’t know that Jungkook is taking as much as he’s giving, maybe taking more. This submission translates to confidence in his everyday life, makes him sure of who he is although he’s outwardly shy.

“Good boy.” Taehyung peppers his face with kisses and Jungkook whimpers, needy. He lies back on the bed, moving Jungkook’s hands to bracket his head. “Come on, little one. Gonna ride daddy’s face?”

Jungkook trembles at the vulgarity and the image, but he nods furiously, leaking a little more. He breathes shakily through his mouth as he feels himself drip. Looking down, he catches the shine of his pre-cum on his daddy’s stomach, the red, wet head of his small cock against his daddy’s tanned skin and he can’t help rutting down into the augmenting mess, stealing pleasure. He knows he’s not supposed to, at least not without asking, but when he’s as desperate as he is, he can’t help seeking a reaction. Can’t help being a brat. Disobedience tastes too good; bittersweet like his daddy’s cum.

Against Jungkook’s wishes, daddy is fond, smiling soft as he watches him. He wants to pout, but his heart flips at how gorgeous his daddy is and distracts him. He’s supposed to be the rude one. “You wanna come like that, baby?” He’s lenient because of how long his boy has has to wait, but Jungkook doesn’t want that and when their eyes meet, Taehyung sees that: the weak glint of mischievousness in Jungkook’s eyes. Aish, Kookie just can’t ever make it easy for him. He lets his smile sharpen to something more teasing, wolfish. “Just can’t be good for too long, can you? “ He slides a hand through Jungkook’s hair, purposefully pulling the boy’s head back to bare his milky neck.

Danger pulses under Jungkook’s skin like blood-flow and he feels his regression waning. Daddy gets unpredictable when his baby bunny gets bratty and it has the younger feeling like he’s walking on a ledge, one wrong move and he’s plunging to his death. He loves it; the thrill. He waits on the hold on his hair to tighten, a slap to his thigh, something, but it never comes. Jungkook’s raises his shoulders, eyes trailing away, knowing how his playing demure gets to his daddy when it’s not genuine. “Daddy likes when Kookie’s bad.”

The smile is gone, but amusement still barely twitches his lips, but his eyes darken till that danger pitches to a slight fear; the fear all bad kids ironically have of punishment. His daddy’s hand is now on his nape, rubbing casually, though there’s a hidden aggression in it. “How about this? You cum riding my tongue and if you make a sound to wake Jimin, there’s no cuddling for you tonight and you’ll stay home while Jiminnie goes to dance practice tomorrow.”

“That’s not fair, daddy-”

“I won’t tell you to sit again, Jungkook.”

He pouts and makes a show of reluctance, but his face burns when he looks down into daddy’s eyes from above, between his spread thighs. They’re dark, nearly reflective and the intensity, oh god, has him gulping. As daddy runs his nose down his balls like a gentle caress, Jungkook blushes and looks away. But a bite to his inner thigh makes him look down again, squeak on his lips. Jungkook’s chin falls to his chest as he acquiesces and curls a hand over himself, holding his balls out of the way.

His daddy doesn’t have to say anything. He knows to hold eye contact and it has red floating up to his ears as a familiar wet muscle slides easy into his little flower. His daddy moans and all Jungkook’s fight and facade fall off like dead skin and he trembles, knows that that moan was for how loose he is. Fucked open by both his boyfriends. “D-D-Daddy,” he whines brokenly but quiet, breathless as he falls forward when daddy curls his tongue against his walls. Bracing one hand on the bed, he begins to ride his daddy’s face and it’s embarrassing how it’s almost involuntary. Daddy was right. He’s made for this.

Despite it all, he feels like a princess up here, a dirty little princess, always does when his daddy or his hyung eats him out. Loves it. But just when his head starts to blank, daddy stops, retracting his tongue with a slick noise.

“Wanna wake my kitten, baby?” It’s breathed against his sopping hole and he shivers, shaking his head hard because words are a little far. He hadn’t realized how loud he was.

Still, it’s ironic that his daddy says that, because the slap to his ass alone is loud enough to wake his Jiminnie-hyung. Biting back his moan at the sting, he chokes out: “N-No, daddy. S-Sorry.”

Daddy makes a pleased growly sound in the back of his throat and it’s really fucking sexy. “Then shut up.”

There it is; the best explanation for why Jungkook is purposefully a brat most times. He knows his daddy doesn’t mean it. He loves when his baby boy moans, even if it wakes Jiminnie. But they really should let his hyung rest. “Yes sir,” he whimpers. But, he can’t help needing the reassurance, especially when daddy gets a little cruel like this. “Still daddy’s b-bunny?”

The cruelty building in Taehyung’s gut dies just like that. Jungkook’s doe eyes seeking a response in his eyes and his hand reaching back to find his make him weak. It’s seriously too fucking adorable when the boy is sitting on his face. He lifts his chin to rest on Jungkook’s shaking inner thigh and takes his hand, thumbing over the smooth back. “Always my baby bunny, sweetheart. Don’t question that.”

The redhead nods, licking his lips as his mouth waters a little and toes curl in the sheets. “Okay.”

Daddy kisses his thigh and the moment passes, waxing erotic when a painful mark is sucked noisily into the thick tendon there. He’s panting by the end of it, whimpering pathetically when daddy’s mouth is back on his hole. He fucks himself on his daddy’s tongue until it curls just right and tickles his prostate. It can’t reach quite well, but Jungkook doesn’t need it to. The invading sensation, the wriggling and the wetness is enough. Spine curving, he bites down on his own fingers, drooling around them when daddy pulls back to tell him how well his little pussy takes everything he gives it.

Soon, he can’t take it anymore and the hand in his mouth comes down to tangle in daddy’s chocolate hair. “Please?” he cries, hips jerking erratically. Daddy moans against his hole eliciting a shriek, Kookie’s head lolling forward, his thighs trembling in effort to hold himself up. “S-Spank me.”

Taehyung is surprised only for a second. It’s not the first his bunny has asked for it. He waits, though.

“Please...daddy, spank Kook-ie, please!”

Good boy.

Taehyung sneaks one hand around to press a finger into the hickey on Jungkook’s thigh, landing a harsh hit on his left asscheek and just like that, his baby seizes up with a cry, spurting white onto his flushed chest. Some of it lands on his daddy’s nose. It makes him giggle, but his panting stops it short. Crawling slowly over his daddy’s head, Kookie collapses next to Jimin. He leaves exactly enough space for Taehyung to squeeze between them.

The brunette wipes his face with his hand and takes his space, uncaring of the mess of cum on the sheets. His bunny curls around him, chest still heaving, translucent white drizzled across his stomach smearing on his daddy. None of them care. Taehyung pulls Jimin against his other side and wraps Jungkook in the other end of the blanket. He’s shaking. Taehyung kisses his forehead, whispering sweet nothings as the boy calms down.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

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Jimin wakes up half sprawled across Jungkook’s chest. A mess of dried cum decorates his stomach and chest and his thighs are sticky, but strangely it’s not pleasant, well not as pleasant as it usual is. He grimaces, pulling away from Jungkook with a sound like stretching half-dried glue. He feels wonderfully owned, but it doesn’t look as pretty glistening on his skin as it usual does. Vaguely, he tries to recall if it’s his cum or a mixture of all of theirs, but a rustling stops his thoughts. Turning over on his back, he catches his boyfriend putting too much effort into fitting his suit jacket. The struggle is back-dropped by the soft, rhythmic patter of rain outside the huge white-panned window. Peaceful against chaotic.

It’s easy to see that Taehyung’s not all there as he fights the cuff lings under his jacket sleeve. Jimin giggles outright. This is normal for them. When they spend too much time and energy on sex and too little on sleep. It messes with the head, images still flashing, tired minds distracted and hearts left wanting.

Worth it, Jimin thinks when he sees how fast his boyfriend tosses his finely pressed jacket to the floor when he sees Jimin awake. His eyes grow a little wider when he turns, immediately picking up that his baby isn’t in little space. A pride surfaces in the next instant and Jimin smiles, knowing the sense of accomplishment it puts in Taehyung when he’s sated them well enough to function as productive adults.

Crawling to the edge of the bed to meet him, Jimin puts his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders, not wanting to wrinkle his button-up. “Morning, Taetae.” Taehyung smiles at how raspy Jimin’s voice sounds.

The brunette kisses Jimin’s forehead and makes him blush. “You’re all here, Minnie baby.”

“Mm-hmm,” he hums at Taehyung’s hands threading through his hair, rocking his head back slightly. Then he’s pulled close.

“And don’t worry about my shirt, Minnie. You know better.”

Jimin pulls back, smile rolling slow over his lips, eyes shifting between his boyfriend’s eyes and lips. “You’d wear my wrinkles proudly?”

Taehyung dips to kiss his chin and his neck, over the bruise Jungkook had sucked into the soft skin. “I’d wear anything of yours, babe. Let you and Kookie mark me above the collar and show off to everyone at work. It’d give their boring lives some color.”

Jimin laughs, all but throwing himself onto Taehyung, precious habit he has. “That’s unprofessional, Tae- Ah.”

Jimin inhales deeply, shuddering at the pressure of Taehyung’s spidery fingers on his lower back. He can’t help when his head drops to Taehyung’s shoulder because his boyfriend’s fingers are magical, working the tension out of his muscles. He moans, melting in Taehyung’s arms.

“Good?”

He nods.

“Up for school today?

Shakes his head.

Taehyung laughs. “I already called Yoongi-hyung to pick you both up.”

Jimin whines but slips out of bed to retrieve Taehyung’s jacket and put it on him. The older looks at his watch and curses. He’s late. Namjoon’s going to have his ass, especially after he was dumped with all the work for Taehyung’s day off. He kisses Jimin again and tells him to take care of Jungkook in his stead. Dropping a lingering kiss on Jungkook’s forehead, he’s out the door, ignoring Jimin shouting from the bedroom door that his socks are mismatched.

Jimin slips back in bed, smiling at his lover. He pulls Jungkook’s head into his lap and kisses his face. The younger boy looks so innocent and peaceful when he sleeps. Jimin adores him. They have class in an hour and they’ll take about that time to get ready, but he’s got Jungkook all to himself right now and he won’t pass up on it.

Half an hour later, Jungkook stands pouting in front of the long mirror of their shared bedroom. He’s wearing an oversized black hoodie with pink ghosts on the front. It drapes him cozily, covering the entirety of his high-waisted tye-dyed shorts. He’s still in little space, eyes drooping with the vestiges of sleep, but he’s surfacing. It usually takes a while for him to fully wake up and he’s always cute when he’s sluggish and slow-blinking. “What do you want to wear for dance practice, babe?” Jimin calls from where he’s bent over his duffle bag, stuffing in body wash among other things.

Jungkook stares, swooning at his hyung’s perfect round bum in those green leggings. “Something that makes Kookie’s butt look like Jiminnie’s.”

Surprise flickers through Jimin before he smiles, zipping his bag and skipping over to the younger with a pout. “Jiminnie-hyung, brat.” But he kisses his neck all the same and goes over to Jungkook’s draw. A flash of fishnet catches the redhead’s eye and he runs over to inspect. “Hyung,” he blushes and crouches next to Jimin, completely out of headspace now.

“Mm?”

It’s just his full-body fish-net tights, a big black T-shirt and tights that can nearly pass for boyshorts. “I know what I said...but isn’t that a little...too little?” He tugs at his fingers and reaches for the skimpy outfit, but his hand is slapped away. He pokes Jimin in the side in retaliation and he squeaks. “They’re my clothes.”

Jimin’s head whips to him, his glare withering by the second. “What? These tights make your ass look...” There’s a thoughtful look and Jungkook raises an eyebrow at him. Jimin throws him a nasty smile. “Tasty.”

His face burns at the memory of Jimin pulling his panties to the side to eat him out last night. He pushes his hyung till he falls from his crouch and on his ass. “My ass always looks tasty,” he mumbles.

Jimin agrees. The blond ends up winning the argument, because he always does and because Jungkook likes the idea of pissing Taehyung off a bit too much. Maybe he’s rubbing off on Jimin, but he suspects it’s nothing new after five years.

“But, Yoongi-hyungie-!”

“Jungkook, take your foot off my dashboard and for the last time no. I’m sure you’ve got enough money for whatever you want.” Yoongi is kind of their driver when Taehyung’s at work, since he works during the night and lives relatively close to them.

He doesn’t listen and Yoongi sighs. “But my card’s maxed out, so is Jiminnie’s.”

“Jimin?” Yoongi asks, knowing he’ll get the truth from Jimin. Jungkook pouts pleadingly up at his hyung who’s settled comfortably on the leg that’s not on the dashboard, although there’s a whole backseat, but he’s not complaining. But Jimin just glares at him and Jungkook realizes his mistake.

“I mean, Jimminie-hyu-”

“We’re fine, Yoongi-hyung. Kookie just spent his allowance too fast. He doesn’t need any new clothes.”
Mean! Jungkook slumps back in his seat, pouting with his gaze fixed out the window. He kind of wants to toss Jimin out there, but he’ll probably regret it later. Let’s just say Jimin gives the best cuddles. And Yoongi just hums at his suffering. What a bad hyung!

Jimin kisses Jungkook goodbye at the door of the younger’s psychology class. He smiles bashfully when some students inside whistle and cat-call. They’ve always drawn attention in school, good and bad, but it doesn’t really bother them. Most of the student body are accepting and innocently...okay maybe not so innocently fascinated by how their dynamic works. They all know about Taehyung; their gorgeous boyfriend who just happens to head a famous instrument making company and comes to pick them up every day. He makes girls and guys drool and bristle with either jealousy or disgust or both. But that’s not their problem. So Jungkook takes his seat between Ten and Yugyeom in the middle of the class. “Hey, pretty thing,” Ten croons, smiling slimily. He’s a devil with an angel’s face.

“My daddy won’t appreciate that,” he retorts, not looking up from rummaging through his book-bag.
“Holy fuck, he pulled the daddy card,” Yugyeom whisper shouts, leaning in to say. “Someone got it good this weekend.”

Ten hums. “No wonder he’s been ignoring us.”

Sometimes, Jungkook actually doesn’t appreciate that his friends aren’t the type to run screaming if he so much as hints at his sex life. Because seriously, their brashness isn’t helping his blushing syndrome.

However, later during class he finds his face hot for a totally different reason. His test is staring back at him. He’s trying to decipher what he did wrong, but all he can focus on is the brutal red X’s and the D scrawled on the top of the page with no sympathy. Taehyung and Jimin had spent so much time helping him memorize the terms and incorporating them into real situations to make it easier for him, but-. His fists curl with the ache of failure in his chest. Jiminnie-hyungie’s going to be so disappointed. Daddy will be too. He’ll try to hide it, but Jungkook will know and-

“Kook?”His head snaps up and Ten is there, hand on his shoulder and worried frown on his face. “You okay?” Then Jungkook feels the tear slip down his cheek and his eyes widen. He’s never been that close to dropping in class. He’d dropped in public before, yes, but never without his hyung or his daddy. It’d happened once with Ten back before either of them really knew what his headspace was and Jungkook lost against him in Call of Duty one too many times and he’d rolled himself into a ball at the edge of the couch and refused to talk to his friend for the rest of the day. And when Ten pestered him about it, he threw a tantrum and cried like his puppy died. Poor Ten with his startled eyes and hovering hands hadn’t a clue how to handle him.

“Kook!”

“Don’t shout at him, Tennie.” Jungkook registers Jimin’s voice and when he tunes back into reality, his hyung is before him, Jungkook looks down and quickly flips the test paper on the back, but it’s too late.

Jimin hones in on the shake of his hands and his wide eyes and takes his hand. He coaxes the younger out of his chair and tells Ten and Bambam to leave Jungkook to him for the day. As soon as his book and bag are in hand, Jimin drags him out of class and into a bathroom. The blonde leans him against the wall and rubs at the side of his neck. “All here?”

He nods.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, gaze dipping with shame.

Jimin doesn’t push him, knows it’ll just make him more upset. When he’s ready and they’re at home Kookie will talk. “Okay.”

Despite being a little himself, Jimin’s remarkably good at staving it off. Jungkook knows all too well that they trigger each other, especially being so in tuned to each other’s emotions. If Jungkook sees his hyung upset and he falls into little space, he’ll fall right along, can’t help it. While it still affects Jimin, he can stop himself, focus and stop the descent. Jungkook wishes he had the ability, because it takes a lot to calm himself down when they walk down the hall and to the changing rooms.

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Dance is just what he needs.

Jungkook collapses onto the floor next to Jimin, sighing at the coolness of the hardwood on his sweaty skin. He folds his knees to his chest, feeling whole again. Their instructor had just left, left Jungkook with overworked muscles and clear airways. They’ve almost perfected the choreography for their annual art showcase next month and they’re outfits are coming along well. Everyone is always excited for their class to perform and it feeds their motivation too.

Jimin rests his head in Jungkook’s side. “It hurts so nice,” he sighs and Jungkook knows he’s not just talking about his sore muscles. But before he can comment, the redhead’s eyes shift to the mirror. There’s a guy on the opposite side of the room, sitting next to a girl. She’s talking to him animatedly, but his eyes are shifting interestedly between where Jimin’s peach skirt has ridden up his thighs and to the space between Jungkook’s netted thighs. Jungkook swiftly pulls his legs together and pulls Jimin’s skirt down as far as it can go, which isn’t much past his bum.

When the girl leaves him, he strolls over to them, kneels and whispers just for them. “That Taehyung’s a lucky fucker.” He tips his chin at Jimin’s ass then Jungkook’s thighs. “Those bruises look real pretty on you dolls. Ask Tae how much he wants. I want my turn.” With that, he stands and leaves and the boys are left stunned and insulted. In a way, Jungkook thinks, they can’t really be angry. This was the first time they had dressed like this to a practice. They should have expected some attention. And while other students wore revealing clothing as well, they were owned. This, coupled with the fact that they’ve never dressed like this here, it made a statement, material for rumor. Maybe their daddy fucked up and now they don’t want him anymore. Or what that creep interpreted: Taehyung fucks them and pimps them out. The thought makes Jungkook shiver. How dare that nasty bastard put that shoe on their boyfriend.

They’d been so ecstatic just to dance that they’d forgotten all about their bruises. It’s their fault. Both boys sit, contemplating. Once again, it’s Jimin who quite literally pulls him out of his thoughts. When his dongsaeng is on his feet, the blonde kisses him as he blinks and waves them out of the room.

They didn’t bother showering, just wanted to leave the building. In the clothing store next to their campus, Jimin watches half-concerned, half-fond as his baby stares at an outfit. It’s a cute pink long sleeve shirt with little poke-balls on the sleeves and blue jean overalls. Jungkook fingers the red and white balls, a smile playing on his lips. He’ll need to drop soon. Jimin pulls his phone from his pocket and texts Taehyung.

To: Taetae

Taehyungie, are you on your way? Kookie’s just about in little space. We’re at the Two ‘n Four.

To: Minnie mochi

Damn. Hang on, baby. I’ll be right there.

Jimin keeps an eye on Jungkook from the bench as people dot the store and leave. He’s tired from practice and he can’t muster enthusiasm to match Jungkook’s after that disgusting prick decided to give his unwanted input on their relationship.

Taehyung saves Jimin from noxious thoughts with his presence. He’s beautifully bedraggled, hair a mess and his heavy work apron coiled awkwardly around half of him liked he’d been trying to wrench it off too fast. Jimin giggles and so does the girl at the cashier. Jungkook doesn’t see him yet, too busy collecting outfits to try on, his back turned. Taehyung smiles at himself and walks over. But his smile drops when he sees Jimin and Jungkook’s full bodies...too much of them. Steps pausing for only a clock’s breath, he comes to stand before Jimin, one hand casually in his pocket. Even with his apron comically strewn across him, his frown and the disapproving look in his eyes is enough to have Jimin caving.

The blonde presses his knees together, sinking into his shoulders and using his arms to cover his exposed stomach. It doesn’t do much since he’s in a sports bra. “What’s the occasion, Minnie?” Taehyung asks lowly, tilting his chin in Jungkook’s direction then at Jimin’s clothes.

Normally, Jimin would duck his head and apologize because he always knows what he does wrong. He could blame his outfit choice today on how sexy his boyfriends made him feel last night and he will, because he draws blank for any other reason. But now, with anger settled in his blood, and as contradictory as it is to his actions, he doesn’t feel compliant. He tilts his head, coy, a rare rebellious pout in place. “There isn’t one. What’s wrong with this?”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow in disbelief and Jungkook sees him right then.

“Daddy!” The cashier girl jumps in surpise, but she’s also no stranger to their relationship. Taehyung smiles at her in apology for the noise. Then catches Jungkook with an ‘oof’. The redhead buries his face in his neck, crying. The clothes he was carrying are in a small pile on the floor and Jimin feels guilty. Those tears are his fault. Had he not insisted they dress so promiscuously then Jungkook would’ve been okay but-

“Baby,” Taehyung caresses the back of Jungkook’s head and between his stuttering shoulder blades.
Another “daddy” is all the youngest offers in explanation before he heaves and sobs, latching on so tight Taehyung’s convinced the boy is trying to climb him. He obliges him, hooks Jungkook’s thighs on his hips and heads to the door. “Jimin, let’s go.”

Jimin picks up the clothes Jungkook dropped, puts them back on the rack and follows them out to the parking lot. Jungkook cries harder when they’re outside and Jimin tries to hush him with gentle words, but the sight of his tears has his insides churning with guilt. His last “it’s okay,” is a teary whimper and Taehyung sighs.
He tries to buckle Jungkook into the backseat when he quiets a bit, but he whines and grabs after Taehyung. “Baby, stay for me, okay?” gently, he croons, wiping his baby’s tears. “I’ll hold you in a moment.” He would’ve put the boy in Jimin’s lap, but his little fairy looks about to burst into tears as well.

It’s pointless, though, because as soon as he’s in the driver’s seat, Jungkook squeezes between the seats, hiccupping all the while and crawls into his lap. He hides himself away in the crock of his daddy’s neck and cries again, quietly this time. Knowing it’s his only option, he decides to deal with the situation right here. “Tell daddy what’s wrong, pumpkin?”

Jungkook doesn’t want to talk. He feels so comfortable like this with his daddy’s scent lulling him, even if only a little. His clear airways make it easier to cry, though, for the hurt to regurgitate and choke him and as his daddy lightly hits his bum to encourage his voice, he sobs.

“I-I failed my test. And- and I don’t even know what I did wrong!” He rants wetly, sinking further. He can feel Jimin looking at him and it makes the hurt worse. “And daddy and hyungie are gonna be mad at me cause...cause you helped me so long.” His hold on his daddy tightens, legs and all, as the dirty feeling from earlier returns. “And the boy at practice...looked at Kookie and hyungie in bad places and-” he breathes. “...said he wants to...Daddy, I didn’t like it.” Shaking his head erratically seems the best way to make his point. “It made Kookie feel icky...And when we come back to the shop, the Pokémon shirt’s gonna be gone.” He trails off with a mumble.

Outwardly, he stays calm, still, as he threads diligent fingers through Jungkook’s hair to calm him. But his voice is sharp as he meets Jimin’s glassy eyes. “He said what, Jimin? Who is he?” It’s common for people to say things after all. It doesn’t concern him personally, but if his boyfriends are hurt or even discomforted by it, it’s definitely his problem.

Jimin shrinks beneath the almost concealed anger in his daddy’s gaze although it’s not directed at him...but....it’s his fault. All of it. Shaking his hair over his eyes, he answers in a ghost of a voice. “I don’t know his name, but he said that...” His shoulders fall and tremble with the weight of his own anger at the memory. “He wants to know your price. He wants his turn...with us.” Then his tears fall too.

“Jimin...” Taehyung leans over to tip his chin and kiss him. Jimin almost curls into him, wants to slip into his lap with Kookie, but he’ll hold on. He does cry harder, though. His boyfriend pulls back, eyebrows drawn together with sincerity. “Baby, you know I’d never-”

“Of course not!” Jungkook exclaims, popping from his place in Taehyung’s neck, appall sharpening his eyes. “Daddy would never ever let anyone else touch us.” And of course not. Over his mauled, lifeless body. Taehyung is proud of Jungkook’s certainty.

But Jimin’s shaking his head, shaking his tears free from his soaked lashes. “I know! It’s not that, daddy! It’s not that.” It weakens at the end.

Daddy cups his cheek and thumbs away a tear, focused on him. “Then what is it, baby?”

Jimin takes his hand, squeezing it in both his little ones and practically head-butts daddy’s cheek. He always needs touch to feel okay in these moments or for no reason at all. Taehyung is the same, so he understands. “It’s my fault.” He borrows and if his daddy wasn’t upset, he’d find it adorable. “Kookie said no and I still...If I didn’t make us wear this, then he wouldn’t say that.”

His sweet baby, never neglects responsibility of his actions. He hums, drops a kiss to Jimin’s crown and Jungkook does the same. “It’s okay, kitten. Now you know better, don’t you?” Taehyung won’t punish him for it. The pain of that asshole’s comment is enough.

The little blonde whines and shakes his head. When he looks up, defiance makes his big eyes shine. “But it’s my expression. It’s pretty and comfy.”

Taehyung gives him an unimpressed look. He’s just being stubborn. “Minnie, your expression isn’t going to school with half your ass out.” Maybe his possessiveness is talking, but he won’t take it back. “You saw what that guy thought. You don’t want that to happen again, do you? Next time he may try to touch you. Do you want that?”
Jimin shudders, but he throws himself back into his seat with a pout and steely eyes. He crosses his arms too and Taehyung quirks a brow. Jimin isn’t rude, but he does get petty and holds a grudge when he’s not given what he wants. Taehyung doesn’t take it to heart. His baby will get over it. He pats Jungkook’s butt to urge him into the backseat.

When they’re home, Jimin goes straight for his and Jungkook’s room. Their youngest is confused, trying to figure out where to go for cuddles that he wants from both his boyfriends. His daddy stops by him in the living room and sighs in Jimin’s direction. Then he wraps an arm around Jungkook’s waist and kisses his forehead, His bunny leans against him, heavy from the emotional day. “Are you okay, bunny?”
He nods. “Are you okay, daddy?”

Taehyung smiles and tickles under his chin. “I’m fine, angel. Jiminnie just needs some time. You can go kiss him and see if it makes him feel better.”

He toys with the straps of his daddy’s apron, twirling and tangling them. “But he wants daddy’s kisses too. You’re not mad at Jiminnie-hyungie, right?”

“No. Daddy’s only mad that that boy thought he was allowed into to disrespect you both like that. I’m letting it go now.” He takes Jungkook’s face in his hands and looks him straight in the eyes. “But if he says anything else, you tell me, understood?” Jungkook nods, but there’s a hesitance in his eyes. “Words, baby. Promise me.”

“Yes, daddy. I promise.”

“Good boy.” With a final kiss, he guides Jungkook to his room and into Jimin’s bed, where the smaller boy is virtually mummified in his Barbie blanket. Daddy parts a sliver in the cocoon and kisses the revealed patch of his Jimin’s tummy. He gives Jungkook his Hello Kitty blanket and the boy curls around Jimin. “Kookie, we’ll go over your test later, kay, sweetheart?” He kisses Jungkook’s eyelids when they widen at the mention. “Don’t worry about it. Daddy’s not mad. You’ve gotten good grades so far. We’ll try harder, right?” Jungkook smiles as daddy nudges their noses together. “My genius baby boy.”

“Yeah, kay.”

He ensures Jimin gets an exclusive ‘I love you’ before he retreats to his own room.

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People have told Jimin that he’s petty before. He knows it well, but it’s nothing more than a fly on the wall most times. Sometimes, though, when he can’t help popping the lid on his thoughts, he gets petty and critical to the point where he starts playing the blame game for all his troubles. Like today.

He’s adamant to make his daddy the scapegoat for his anger. He knows he’s being illogical and maybe even a little foolish for insisting he should be allowed to wear anything he desires to school, no matter how raunchy. He knows, has seen the consequences of having his ‘ass out’ as daddy so eloquently put it, but he’s sticking to his first answer: blame daddy.

Delivering frustrated kicks to his blanket, he rolls out of his cocoon and misses the warmth immediately. The truth is, he’s jealous. Daddy always ensures both of them get satisfying doses of affection, especially before bed. But last night...although he got a tummy kiss and an ‘I love you, compared to the Eskimo kisses and sweet promises Jungkook got, it didn’t feel like much...barley anything. And the fact that their pretty bunny isn’t here holding onto him like a lifeline isn’t helping his pejorative thoughts either.

It’s Wednesday, so daddy must’ve dropped Jungkook to school already on the way to work. It’s confirmed when his cheek sticks to his pillow with what he knows to be the thick lip-gloss Jungkook likes to wear. There’s no physical evidence of his daddy’s kiss and it adds to his sorrows (although he knows it’s no doubt there).

It all drives him to be wayward.

Yoongi-hyung blanches when Jimin slides into the passenger seat wearing a short...short red rumper that leaves his legs and shoulders exposed. But the older man collects himself instantly. “Jimin-ah, did Taehyung see you before you left?”

“Yes?”

The older side eyes him and sniffs out his hesitance. “Do you want someone to fucking molest you in that? Go put on clothes, Jimin.”

“But daddy said I can wear what I want.”

“I bet, but I know going naked wasn’t in the options.”

Jimin pouts. Yoongi’s looking at him with a lazy rigidity. All of them are the same, huh? Defiance rises up to his neck and he crosses his arms. “I won’t go to class if I can’t wear this.”

Yoongi rests a foot on the dashboard, likely where Jungkook got the habit from, and rocks his squeaky driver’s seat back. He’s got no problem with Jimin cutting classes, but Taehyung does. Would his dongsaeng prefer Jimin to dress like a whore to school or not go at all? Decisions, decisions. Conclusion: not his problem. Well, Jimin skipping school isn’t his problem. “I don’t mind if you cut class, but you won’t go like that,” he says, flicking a finger up and down at Jimin.
The younger’s pout intensifies and Yoongi smirks discreetly. Jimin won’t skip school, especially not dance class. They both know he’s a good little student. It’s cute.

“Fine,” he drawls, slumping exaggeratedly, before dragging himself out of the car.

There’s a tights under his rumper when he returns and it’s as much as Yoongi’s getting.

Of course, he takes them off as soon as he hits the campus, though.

His phone lights with a text from Jungkook when he’s in the bathroom. “Did you not want daddy’s kisses?” it reads and the guilt that festers is just a fine mist. More prominent is the yearning. It curls up and makes its home like a snake. Holding himself up with a hand on the shaky wall of the stall, pulling the tights off his foot, he just wants his daddy’s kisses.

But he sucks it up and takes them off anyway. He answers Jungkook and tells him not to worry, he’s not upset with Taehyung. He doesn’t get an answer even as he sits in his panties on the closed toilet seat for five minutes and it makes him a bit uneasy. Jungkook probably doesn’t believe him. In that case, silence is usually his answer. It makes Jimin’s chest hurt. If the younger had called him out on lying, called the truth from his grips, he would’ve given in, unburdened himself and probably cried. But he slips out of the stall and into class, heart heavy like the moving notes Taehyung plays on his saxophone.

In class, his English lecturer’s eyes adhere to his legs like water does to water. It’s nothing extraordinary. Those wrinkle lidded eyes have been hawking him for every class he’s had with the man, but with his outfit, their fix is clear.

First impressions are really lasting. Since he first caught lust in Mr. Kwon’s eyes, he’s pinpointed every possible detail and proclivity that would make his image of the man more repulsive. He’s talking about the film they’ll be finishing next class: ‘The Dutchman.” And as he’s recapping how Lula advertised her body to Clay in the train, his gaze slithers almost reverently up Jimin’s inner thighs as he uncrosses his legs in malaise. Kwon’s eyes flash with something unnameable and Jimin shudders, pinning his gaze outside the window to distract himself.

As class concludes, the boy’s words ring in his ears.

“Those bruises looked real pretty on you dolls.”

Disgusted, Jimin storms out of the room. Lesson learned.

Maybe not.

Even after spending most of his day with a sunny, contagious Hoseok, Jimin couldn’t cheer up. He was ready to apologize for defying his daddy in exchange for kisses. He’d even accept a punishment graciously, but as Yoongi drops him off with a frown at his disobedience, Jimin’s still running on dregs of bitterness.

Taehyung’s car is already in the driveway and that means Jungkook is home too. His classes ended earlier than Jimin’s today. He keys the lock and enters quiet as a ghost. Jungkook’s giggles fill the hallway. It’s the fond, in love kind of giggling, but Jimin’s addled mind can’t really interpret it.

“You’re getting distracted, Kookie. I thought you wanted to learn.” A certain saturation is in Taehyung’s voice, a flirtatious accusation and light playfulness.
“You can teach me other things.”

Jimin rounds the corner and Jungkook’s psychology papers are scattered about the wooden coffee table, but Jungkook’s on Taehyung’s lap on the beige carpet. He’s got his elbows and forearms strewn delicately across Taehyung’s shoulders, knees around his hips. Taehyung’s hand is cupping Jungkook’s ribcage and the other holds a pencil that he’s poking Jungkook in the side with instead of jotting down test corrections. Jungkook’s curling away slightly, but unwilling to disentangle. And his smile as Taehyung kisses his jaw has Jimin feeling more like an outcast in his home than he did outside.

A whisper of something too fun for the studious quiet kindles more sweet giggles until the flame spills over and reflects in Taeyung’s eyes, passionate and hot yet softened by his adoring smile. Jungkook squeaks at the lips at his neck as Taehyung mouths “pretty thing,” into his skin.

The coin flips and love turns to jealously. Jimin steps away from his shadow and silence swallows the scene. Taehyung smiles at Jimin, easy like always. Jimin feels angry because for some reason guilt is supposed to be there? But Taehyung’s face is free, loose, smile putting flowers to shame while ugly green brews in Jimin. “Baby, come join us. You can probably help us focus more.”

It’s like shining black light in a dark room to find the white walls - he’s seeing wrong. Will he be less of a distraction than Kookie? Is daddy playing favorites? Too many questions and Jimin is really trying to drown out the voices in his own head when he shouts. “No! I don’t wanna!” It stains the silence an ugly obnoxious jade and Jimin runs, regretting everything, but unwilling to disentangle from the green.

Taehyung rolls his neck back, seeking refuge in the cushions of the couch. Jungkook is shifting uncomfortably in his lap, eyes stuck on the closed door of his and Jimin’s bedroom. “Tae-hyungie,” he whimpers, falling stars in his moist eyes as he looks at Taehyung. At any other time, Taehyung would rush to placate, rush to make things right. But he’s tired. Tired of work at work and work at home. It’s a repulsive thought, makes guilt ripple weakly then tide in him, but it happens and he won’t deny it. But it’s only fleeting. So he sits, pulls Jungkook against him to comfort both of them. He hates his days ending with him cuddled against only one of his boyfriends. But he’ll deal with it tomorrow...maybe.

When the happy blush notes of sunset turn to a more somber blue, Taehyung closes Jungkook’s textbook and assembles his papers. The productivity tasted better under the sun.

Jungkook, sleepy-eyed and lolling, demands to sleep in Taehyung’s bed. He’s caught by sleep in an instant and looking tiny under the covers. Taehyung is not rewarded with sleep, though. The darkness stays stagnant, refusing to swallow his consciousness. He lies, stewing in his omission for about an hour. But when there are no more streaks of light on the walls to distract him, he imagines Jimin alone in the dark and he can’t handle it.

His baby is curled up even smaller than Jungkook, only a lump in the middle of the bed, truff of blonde sticking out at the end of the blanket. Unintentionally, he smiles despite his sadness, fatigue and the feeling of failure sitting in his gut. Then he crawls in behind Jimin and spoons him, running gentle fingers through the exposed blonde. His baby tries to hide it, but the little quick puffs of air give him away. “Hi, my little caterpillar.” It’s almost inappropriate; his greeting, because of the knots that twisted into their peaceful evening. It’s not okay, but Taehyung just needs to feel like it is for now. And Jimin seems to share the sentiment, snuggling back against him, tucked tight until his breathing evens out.

Finally, sleep stops evading them.

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It’s not all right when the sun comes up.

Jungkook wakes up groggy, like usual, slow, disoriented and drowning in his headspace. And the first thing he realizes is...his daddy is missing. He went to sleep with him last night so where is he? Jungkook stumbles out of bed, panicked and needing to dive into someone’s arms for comfort. Daddy’s not under the bed or in the closet and lastly, he’s not in the bathroom. Jungkook calls for him, isn’t thinking enough to check his phone or even remember what day it is and that this is nothing out of the ordinary. He doesn’t get it when he’s sitting on the bathroom floor with a bulbous pout and tears staining his cheeks.

In a few minutes, Jimin’s head appears from the doorway, hair disheveled and eyes puffy. His beauty makes Jungkook forget the reason for his tears for a minute, but then he pouts again, reaching out and Jimin pouts right back. “Kookie~” He runs in, feet making sticky sounds on the immaculate tiles and dives to gather Jungkook in his arms. “Why’re you crying, honey?” He wipes away the younger’s tears.

“Daddy l-left.”

Jimin’s features close off at the mention then he sighs, hands slipping down Jungkook’s arms. “Tae’s at work, Kook.”

Jungkook looks at him. There’s a coldness about the way Jimin calls their boyfriend’s name. It’s badly palled with the way his grip tightens on Jungkook’s arms. Unexplicable dread crawls into Jungkook’s stomach, surfacing him almost completely from his headspace. “What’s wrong, Jiminnie?” Deep down, he knows what is, but it falls out of reach when Jimin smiles at him.

“Nothing, baby. You wanna spend the day with hyung?” He seduces with a tilt of his head and caress of his arms. “We’ll be lonely together. And besides, I know you can afford to skip a class or two.”

What a vixen. “Well...” Jungkook leans in for a peck, giving him a small smile. “I actually wasn’t gonna go today. They’re reviewing.”

“And you don’t need that.”

Jungkook scoffs playfully. “Of course not.” Jungkook ignores the previous hurt on his hyung’s face and yesterday’s outburst. If Jimin’s open to being cheered up before they talk about it then he’s all for helping out.

“Beautiful. Let’s go find food then we can go wild.”

And there’s an actual plan for ‘going wild’ in Jimin’s head. He had woken up petty again, petty and jealous and he had let it take over. Because Taehyung had left him too. “Hi, my little caterpillar” and cuddles don’t settle his insecurities, however 'all in his head' they may be. But he’s always been allowed to be insecure about the stupid things. Someone had told him before that it’s not cute, but Taehyung had changed that. He enjoyed erasing those little blots. He made Jimin feel like it was okay to be...well himself, because his insecurities are part of who he is. He thought of being angry at Jungkook too, but looking at Jungkook with tears in his eyes was like looking in a mirror; his fear of being alone so pronounced and all-consuming that he couldn't dare. So he’ll settle for some form of vindication.

It’s around lunch time as he’s sitting with his secretary and treasurer in one of their manufacturering centers, the scent of sweet Lignum inundating him, when Taehyung figures out that he’s going through a rare drop. A dom-drop that is. In short, he fucked up. And even the comforting atmosphere in here can’t ease his pain.

“I don’t know how our work time got turned into a pity party for our boss,” Namjoon mutters, perched on one of the benches, looking at Taehyung like he’s expecting some kind of response.

Seokjin glares venomously at Namjoon from over Taehyung’s shoulder, arms around the younger man. “Can you be anymore more insensitive, Joon?”

Namjoon leans forward with a regretful sigh. “Sorry, just stressed.”

“I get it. My fault for leaving everything to you all the time.”

Namjoon’s silent for a pensive moment. Seokjin peaks around to look Taehyung in the eyes. “You said you’re dropping? Why? Are Minnie and Kookie okay?"

He flinches in Seokjin’s arms. The older has experience with Taehyung like this. When they were younger and Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin’s relationship was still fresh and Taehyung was less experienced as a Dom and would drop more frequently because of some irrational fear that he was hurting his boyfriends, physically or emotionally. It was Jin who ensured he was all right and that Jimin and Jungkook were okay during the times that he did hurt them. As Jin tightens his hold on him, the fear in his gut doesn’t feel as heavy even as he cries. “I don’t know. Minnie...Kookie’s okay. But Minnie...” He drags a hand down his face. It comes away wet with his regrets.

“What happened, Tae?”

“I don’t know,” he enunciates, looking at Namjoon, who looks clueless as to how to respond. But he looks pained all the same, shares it as a friend. “I couldn’t even talk to him. I’m-”

Namjoon interjects then. “You’re not about to say you’re pathetic sitting the building you built.” He crosses his legs and sighs again, shaking his head. “The irony would honestly hurt me too much.”

Taehyung looks at Namjoon then snorts, tears still falling. Namjoon and Jin laugh along. The melancholic stillness returns minutely, though.

“He looked...almost...jealous.”

“You can’t really look jealous.”

Jin glares at Namjoon again. “Angry then,” Taehyung corrects. “When Kook was in my lap yesterday. Oh...”

“Oh?” Jin pulls away at the sudden change in tone from wistful to...eureka, if he were to pick an adjective.

All at once, Taehyung seems to deflate in his arms, tension in his shoulders suffusing out fast. The brunette sighs for the hundred time today but this one sounds of relief. “He’s being petty. Wow, that’s all it is, isn’t it?”

Namjoon slides closer. “Why is he being petty?”

“Because I told him, he can’t wear revealing clothes to school.”

Jin’s head drops, laughter bubbling up out of him. “Tae, go take a nap then go home and talk to your boyfriend.”

“But I can’t leave you guys again. We’ve still gotta work on that bamboo guitar.”

Jin widens his eyes in a threat although it looks more comical than anything. “What did I say?”

“Hyung,” he whines. “Don’t-”

“I’m not hearing it, Tae.”

He ends up sleeping at his desk the whole day.

There’s a sign stuck onto the stove front in block letters that reads: “DON’T TOUCH IF YOU’RE FEELING LITTLE!” It has Jungkook giggling as he imagines their daddy diligently making the thing because of his overprotective worries. It kind of makes him want to wrap his arms around himself and swoon too. He loves that he’s loved, but he can safely make pancakes even if he’s feeling small, thank you.

There’s flour all over the floor and in Jimin’s hair although they finished hours ago, but he’s not sweating the collateral. They had a full day of nail painting, dancing, videogames and movies. Currently, Jimin wants Jungkook to put on a fashion show for him and was trying to get the bag of flour out of Jungkook’s hands. Neither of them are in headspace, but it doesn’t ruin the fun.

Jimin is slung backward over the couch handle, short fingers gripping the end of the bag Jungkook is holding. He’s just getting a grip when the younger yanks it out of his hand, tongue stuck out at him and hips swinging mockingly. The flour bursts and splatters across Jimin’s face. “Kookie~” he calls, blowing flour out of his nose, but Jungkook’s gone, only maniacal giggling in his wake.

Jimin springs up and chases. They cast up a flurry of things: clothes, shoes, stuffies until they’re back in the living room. Quite predictably, Jungkook drops the flour slips and falls on the couch and Jimin right on top of him, face now clear of the white powder. Their laughter fizzles out slowly. “Hey, cutie,” Jimin smiles, lips curling seductively.

“Hi, beautiful,” Jungkook grins, curling his legs around Jimin’s waist.

The older’s smile morphs into a sly smirk and he purrs in that irresistible way Jungkook loves and hates. “We’re doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything,” he simpers, stretching his arms over his head and looking away.

Playing along, Jimin grinds down against him, both their breaths hitching at the sensation. “So you’re going to fall on the couch, wrap your legs around me and arch your back like that and expect me not to do anything about it?”

Jungkook giggles, wriggling under him. “You forgot the part where I’m cute with it.”

Jimin squeezes his sides and kisses him, giggles spilling into his mouth. “You’re a little minx is what you are.”

The red-head somehow pouts even through his moan as Jimin grinds their hips together again. “Y-You’re the little one, hyung.”

“Mhmm. Still...bigger than you.”

Somehow, between the neglect he’s been cultivating and the feel of Jungkook’s hands on his ass, Jimin loses himself in the grind, pace frenzying. Jungkook’s only wearing a t-shirt and panties and Jimin, shorts and a tank top. So it almost feels raw. The heat between them. “Kookie,” he whines into the younger’s neck who shivers, hips bucking precariously. “Want you to fuck me.”

Jungkook’s hips stutter and hand sliding to Jimin’s waist then back down. He actually trembles at the request. He rarely gets fuck Jimin, simply because he prefers taking it. But when he’s asked to, it pull him out of his comfort zone in a thrilling way. Sends a shock down his spine. “Hyungie...”He tries to blink the haze of pleasure away and look at Jimin who looks a little delirious already.

“Please, Kookie,” he all but tries to hide in the younger’s chest, whining. Jungkook’s a little worried, despite because Jimin doesn’t usually randomly slip without a real reason...unless of course, he’s feeling denied. The possibility hurts and it makes Jungkook almost scared to bring it; the reason they can’t do what Jimin wants.

“But...” he tries, voice withering as Jimin keeps up his deft gyrating. “B-But d-daddy...we can’t ‘cause...daddy.” They need their daddy’s permission first. And Jungkook’s not one to adhere so tightly to his daddy’s rules, but his worry overweighs his rebellion. “We gatta ask daddy first,” he breathes out in a rush.

And just like that, Jimin sits up, hands pressing all his weight on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook’s still catching up, trying to regain his breath and figure out why his hyung is glaring at him. “Do you really need his permission to touch me, Jungkook?” He isn’t shouting, but the way it hurts has Jungkook flinching anyway.

“What?”

“Can’t you just do it, because I say so?” Jimin’s face is pinched and he looks like he’s holding back tears. Jungkook’s just stuck in the middle, As far as priorities go, he can take care of Jimin in exchange for a punishment from their daddy, but it was how Jimin said it. Like Taehyung didn’t even matter, like he wasn’t apart of them.

“Hyungie,” he shakes his head, feeling helpless lying under Jimin. He hiccups, swallowing the lump in his throat and sits up to kiss Jimin hard, because he can’t ignore his hyung’s hurt no matter what, not when it’s right in front of him. Jimin’s arms wrap around his neck and licks into his mouth and the rush of emotions in their ears is so loud that they don’t hear the car pull up or the jingle of keys.

“I’m home!”

The rush halts and as they still and turn to see their Taehyung in the hallway, with dark circles under his eyes, the rush is replaced by the plop of guilt in their stomachs.

At least one of them.

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Taehyung stops and stares, the boxes of steaming food in his hands not smelling as delicious as before. His face is a blank slate but there’s a tiny spark of hurt in his eyes.

It radiates through Jungkook like sound waves and he’s the first to drop his gaze.

Taehyung can interpret the scene he walks into. Of course, his boyfriends being intimate, even without him is natural and nothing to feel put off about, but the way their clothes were practically falling off and the intention in their eyes, he knows. His rule was about to be broken. For even this, there could be ten different explanations, different reasons why he shouldn’t get upset, but he just knows.
Still, he came home with a shaky structured resolution. He forces on a tired smile and goes to set the food down on the dining table. Jimin and Jungkook are disentangled when he returns, both sat awkwardly with their legs folded up in the couch. He leans down and kisses Jimin’s forehead first, lingering and meaningful. Jungkook whimpers when his turn comes, pain in the sound. Then he raises his chin to give Taehyung a quick yet eager kiss. His eyes glimmer with apologetic tears when he pulls away. “Daddy...”

Taehyung shakes his head and pecks Jungkook’s lips to keep him quiet. He’s never gotten so much relief from one word. It feels like Jungkook is acknowledging him all over again, like he regained a lost part of himself. At the same time, he’s never ever felt so cautious around Jimin. He’s afraid of showing Jungkook ‘too much’ affection else his Jimin get jealous, which is ridiculous. It’s like kissing your boyfriend with judgemental strangers as your audience instead of your other boyfriend. It hurts real damn bad and he plans to change it. But his own insecurities are still fresh wounds. Seokjin had told him that he always gets in over his head during a drop, but it’s not like he could stop it. His body needs time. That and...Jimin and Jungkook’s little show hadn’t helped.

Still, he pulls Jimin in and kisses him deeply, trying to convey that he isn’t holding anything around his neck. “We’ll talk after dinner, okay?”

Jimin’s giving him those imploring wide eyes, hesitance speckled all through his pretty brown irises along with something soft, adoring and breakable. Taehyung holds eye contact until Jimin pouts and mumbles ‘okay’.

He’s clearly not satisfied, but they’ll deal with it in a minute.

Taehyung dishes out the steaming japchae and kimchi jjigae with a side of jjinmandu. The atmosphere is murky and awkward at best, the smooth dinner he wanted still a clouded vision...but not invisible. Jungkook, bless his insatiable appetite, digs in immediately, smearing the kimchi sauce all over his upper lip and moaning at the taste. Jimin, sat directly opposite him, watches fondly but doesn’t touch his own food. There’s a furrow to his brow that looks forced and Taehyung represses a sigh.

“Kitten...”

It has an immediate effect. Jimin flinches slightly and hides it with a knee to his chest to rest his chin on it. He refuses to meet Taehyung’s eyes. Jungkook looks worriedly between the two of them as Taehyung leans over, one elbow on the table and craning his head to find Jimin’s eyes.

Jimin fidgets under his gaze, clearly slipping since their kiss, but answers before his boyfriend can call him again. “I don’t want it.” His gaze stays rooted to the table so Taehyung sits back in his chair, drags his fingers through his hair and exhales harshly, trying to quiet his frustration.

But there’s only so much he can take today.

Jungkook stops eating, wide eyes fixed on him like he can feel the pull and fray of Taehyung’s restraint. “Okay” Taehyung says. “...I can make you something else. Ramyun?”

His answer is a small pout, and Jimin’s other leg comes up to fit beneath his chin. He’s testing his boundaries, Taehyung knows and any other day, he’d be pliant for it, let Jimin roam as he pleases.

But when Jimin meets his eyes, there’s a challenge there.

“I want ice cream.”

Taehyung just stares for a disbelieving moment. “You can’t have ice cream for dinner, Jimin.”

That’s the boundary and Jimin doesn’t seem satisfied with it.

He looks away again, looking somber and upset. “Just like I can’t wear what I want?” He mumbles the rest, but Taehyung catches it; a tiny little: “I bet Kookie could.” And that’s over the boundary.

“Uh-oh,” Jungkook says and curls into himself in defense. Hurt flickers in his eyes and Taehyung’s tolerance snaps.

“Not uh-oh, baby,” he says calmly, but Jimin is looking now and can see the telling clench of his jaw. “Jiminnie meant what he said, right, sweetheart?”

The little blonde hides behind his knees at Taehyung’s sharp smile. It quickly wanes into a serious expression and Jimin squeaks when Taehyung moves to stand. He packs up his share and Jimin’s share of the food, the younger flinching away when he comes too close. Jimin’s genuine fear hurts, but it’s muted under his anger. He runs a hand through Jungkook’s hair when he passes behind to put the last of the food in the fridge. “When you’re done eating, doll, go to your room till I call you, okay?”

Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, ironically the obedient one. “Okay, daddy.”

Seeing Jungkook’s lingering eyes, he assures. “Jiminnie’ll be fine, bun.”

Taehyung unties his work apron and hangs it over the back of his chair. Then he heads to his own bedroom, not even looking back when he calls: “Why are you still sitting down, Jimin?”

The lack of a nickname nicks at something deep in Jimin’s belly. He’s been bad. It unsettles him and he all but jumps out of his chair to follow, all his harvested anger and pettiness stripping off like dead leaves for some reason he can’t attempt to decipher now. “Daddy, I-I’m sorry. Jiminnie’s sorry-” he babbles, stopping at the doorway as his daddy sits on the bed’s edge tapping his fingers on his knee and looking too stern for his liking.

“You’re sorry for what you said or for daddy getting mad at you?” Daddy crocks a dark brow at him, tilting his head expectantly. His jaw is still clenched and the thick vein in his neck is visible. Jimin doesn’t like this. He really doesn’t like this. Stomping his feet lightly and hands curling into the hem of his lavender shorts, Jimin whines petulantly like it’ll get him out of trouble. But all it gets him are his daddy’s dark eyes narrowing at him dangerously. “In front of me, Jimin.”

He obeys, hoping to appease, but daddy grabs him by the chin roughly and tugs him down to eye level. “Do. Not. Stomp your feet at me, do you understand?” Jimin trembles, tears stinging his eyes. He was never able to take a scolding well, but his daddy ignores it, raising his voice the slightest bit. “Is that clear, little one?”

Jimin whimpers, tears wetting his cheeks. “Y-Yes, daddy. ’M sorry.”

“Good,” he thumbs away Jimin’s tears and pats the spot next to him. Jimin sits, shifting anxiously and rubbing at his eyes. Daddy takes an audible breath and turns to him, tipping his chin up. “Tell me how you’re feeling, kitten. What’s wrong?”

It has his little one breaking further, dissolving into tears till he’s shaking. He wishes he’d been able to do this sooner. Then it wouldn’t have gotten to this magnitude.

“I- Jimminie didn’t,” he tries, stuttering horribly until he gives up and reaches out. “Daddy~”

Taehyung’s heart breaks and he pulls his baby into his lap, letting him cling tight and sob. He gives little answers through his cries, most of which Taehyung actually understands. “Did bad things,” “wasn’t mad,” and “wanted daddy’s attention.”

Daddy strokes Jimin’s hair. “You were upset daddy didn’t let you dress up?” He feels a tiny nod and hums in response, let’s his voice fall into that tone that sounds like he’s talking to a child. “Wanted my attention? That why you and Kookie messed up the house?” Another nod. Jimin’s crying doesn’t slow down and he’s hiccupping into his daddy’s neck. “Aigoo, it’s okay. Daddy’s got you, sugar.”

“Sowwy! Sowwy for...being bad, daddy!” His voice is nasally as he sniffles through his babbles, poor thing.

“I know. I know.” He pushes Jimin away gently to cup his drenched cheeks. “Breathe for me, baby. You’re shaking.” Jimin still seems timid about looking him in the eye, but he listens, cords of his neck emerging as he sucks in ragged shaky breaths.

Daddy praises him for it, hushing him every time a new cry threatens to spill out, rubbing his rosy cheeks in small circles until he calms down and stops clinging so tightly.

“Okay? You all here, precious?”

Jimin nods. “Yes. Yes, daddy.”

“Good.” He takes his fairy’s hands, adoring how adorably small they are in his own before he meets Jimin’s eyes. “Baby boy, daddy’s sorry too.” Jimin mimics his frown. “I knew you were feeling bad when you came home to Kookie and I studying, or trying to study. Daddy knew and didn’t come talk to you about it because he was tired. Daddy got scared when you got upset about dressing up at school. Because of it, I took too long, made you feel neglected and angel, I’m so sorry.”

Jimin’s lower lip juts out in a cute pout. “’S okay, daddy.” He wiggles his fingers as daddy rubs his soft palms distractingly. “Not daddy’s fault. Jimmine’s better now.”

It’s a burden off of his soul. His hands fall to Jimin’s bottom and he rocks him a bit. “Thank you. But listen here. Don’t you ever think that I love Kookie more than you. I know you get lost in that pretty little head of yours sometimes, but that’s the one thing you never do. I love both my babies equally, got it?”

Jimin’s eyes twinkle and Taehyung thinks he falls in love again. “Got it.”

Feels like everything’s okay, but there’s still this one little thing.

He eyes him, chin tilted in his scrutiny, concern in his eyes. “You sure you’re okay, babe? ...Nothing you need?” When Jimin squirms a bit in his lap, his suspicion is confirmed. His baby shakes his head even as his cheeks flush. Smiling slyly, daddy takes his word for it. “Ok, but, baby, you know daddy can’t let you off unpunished, right?”

The color in his cheeks is lost as fast as it came. Shaking his head, Jimin takes cover again in the crock of his neck. “Minnie doesn’t wanna,” he whines.

Daddy hums, smoothing a finger under the thin strap of Jimin’s top, slipping it down to watch Jimin draw his shoulders up, always
preciously shy, and slips it back in place.

Taehyung compartmentalizes and shifts back into a sterner headspace though he just wants to blow raspberries into his baby’s tummy right now. “Peek-a-boo, baby.”

“Don’t wanna see you!” It’s only a simper and Taehyung smiles.

“Daddy wants to see his princess, though.”

“I’ll be good.”

“I’m sure you will. So start by listening to daddy please.”At that, Jimin comes out of hiding, eyes fluttering. “There he is. My good boy.” He taps his boy’s thigh twice for him to stand. Taehyung gets up and goes over to his dresser drawer, pulls out a tiny silver key and hands it to Jimin when he sits back down.

Dragging his fingers slow through the younger’s blonde silky hair he says gently. “I want you to go to your room...get daddy’s red flogger..."

Jimin whimpers.

“...your little purple vibrator and a cock-ring.”

“Daddy,” he tries to protest, but he’s cut off with a kiss. Daddy pulls back with a smirk and whispers lowly.

“Bring Kookie too.”

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The black chest under his bed is intimidating to look at, but inside it's pretty, padded with purple velvet. It’s more wide than it is tall and holds his daddy’s toys, well some of them. There’s more in his closet, but the small stuff stays with them as a kind of tease. There are different kinds of gags, handcuffs, harnesses, collars, chastity belts and a spreader bar across the back of the box that’s especially for him. He pulls the red flogger from the corner, the suede leather tails soft to the touch and the glass handle pretty. He’s never liked punishments, but daddy’s toys have always been so deceiving.

“Am I getting punished too?” Jiimin startles, turning back to see Jungkook looking a tiny bit nervous.

“I dunno, but daddy wants you too.”

Jungkook pauses. “You’re okay now, hyung?”

The older turns to him fully, gaze down and fingers playing with the flogger. “Yeah. I missed daddy. And I’m sorry, Kookie, for what I said today.”

He’s enveloped in a hug before he realizes, Jungkook’s cheek squished against his hair. “It’s okay, hyungie. Let’s go. Don’t wanna keep daddy waiting.”

Jimin smiles brightly at him and takes his hand, lacing their fingers and sticking out his tongue. “You’re just excited.”

“Uh-huh.”

They return with all the requested items and, Mochilla, Jimin’s little brown teddy bear, the first one daddy got him. She helps him gets through most of his punishments.

Daddy’s sitting by the bedside table looking delicious with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He’s twisting and pulling the rings off of his fingers slowly, eyes focused yet far away and Jungkook starts squeezing at Jimin’s hand, transferring his nerves into him.
Daddy stands when he sees them, resting his rings down and beckoning them closer. Jimin closes the door behind him and walks over, towing Jungkook. “Cute,” Taehyung says, smiling when he sees Mochilla and their intertwined hands. He takes the flogger from Jimin and the cock-ring and vibrator from Jungkook, resting them on the bed and pulling Jungkook close, directly before him. The youngest shudders when daddy slides a hand down his toned stomach, not breaking eye contact once. “Didn’t eat too much, right, sweet pea?”

“I’m okay, daddy,” he answers, voice already breathy.

“Good boy. Now go sit in the chair. If you touch yourself, you won’t be a part of this, that clear?”

“Y-Yes.” Jungkook’s eyes flutter then he corrects himself. “I mean, yes, daddy.”

Taehyung chuckles, a mean undertone present, but he can barely help it with Jungkook dissolving into stuttered breaths and fluttering lashes from nothing but a hand that’s not even on his bare skin. He knows his little ones are a bit strung out, but he didn’t think it was this bad.

He watches the red-head sink into the soft black leather armchair across from the bed. He catches a glimpse of white lace between Jungkook’s supple thighs and wants to see more. “Take your shirt off, bun.”

Jungkook stretches along the back of the chair, pulling his t-shirt off that’s actually his daddy’s and Taehyung drinks in his smooth white skin against the pitch leather , adorable moles dotting his torso. His white lace panties are sheer on some parts, but Jungkook’s got his legs closed so daddy’ll have to wait. Taehyung’s got his head tilted, he’s so transfixed. “Baby’s tight little body’s so pretty,” he comments, voice a tad deeper and watches Jungkook flush to his ears and look away.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Of course, bunny.” Tiny smile inching from his lips, daddy grabs the flogger from the bed and pulls Jimin close, fingers coming to caress his nape as the blonde holds Mochilla against his tummy. “What’s your safe-word, baby?”

With a breath, Jimin replies. “Mango.” Just because he doesn’t like them. His daddy’s eyes are swimming with an intense lust and it makes his skin hum in anticipation.

“Mmm.” His hand inches over Jimin’s shoulder, down his arm and back up to wrap around his throat, thumb tipping his chin up. “And what are your rules?”

“No running away and no talking back.”

Daddy nods and slips his hand to Jimin’s lower back to guide him to the edge of the bed and pushes him down gently onto it, only his legs bent over the end. When his shorts and underwear are slid down and off he closes his legs as if it hides anything. “You look delicious like this, baby boy.” And he does, his tight tank top riding up mid-torso, the prominent curve of his back to the swell of his ass all presented to Taehyung as he clutches Mochilla’s tiny arm in one hand. He’s just precious.

The little blonde’s fingers snag on the bed-sheets when daddy’s fingers tangle in his hair then drag down the dip of his back and to his naked ass. He whimpers as his cheeks are kneaded, bringing his blood to the surface so he’s sensitive to the sting. “Tell daddy why you’re being punished, kitten.”

Jimin tries not to choke on his arousal and the urge to push back into his daddy’s big hands. “Jimminie...messed up the house,” he whispers like he’s still trying to keep it a secret. A gasp leaves him as wet heat touches him. He isn’t supposed to look back and he doesn’t have to. Daddy’s leaving open-mouthed kisses on his cheeks and squeezing at his upper thighs. It’s enough already to get him squirming, dropping his head to the bed and whining.

“What else?”

“I-I made Kookie help.”

“Uh-huh,” Taehyung licks passionately over the skin of his baby’s beautiful ass, sucking marks there because how can he not? When the red blooms under his lips, he gets a rush from the ownership, his cock feeling heavy in his slacks.

“I-um-” Jimin leans up on his elbows and presses back with a whimper, hearing his daddy moan into his skin, fingers bruising his thighs so nicely. “I don’t know.”

Taehyung pulls back with a feigned disappointed frown. “’Course you do. C’mon, Minnie.” He knows his distraction is blocking Jimin’s memory, but he’s feeling a little mean today. He slips cunning fingers between Jimin’s thighs to rub at his perineum. A satisfying yelp answers him. Jimin pulls away with a whine, knowing he won’t be able to think being touched like this. He’s trying so hard and it’s adorable. Taehyung smiles to himself, enjoying the breakdown a little too much.

“N-No,” Jimin pants, little cock reddening between his legs. “I can’t.”

“You can’t?” daddy mocks, tugging his baby’s body back down the bed. Jimin’s falls, cheek and chest pressed flush to the sheets. “Oh, baby what a shame. Daddy’ll have to give you fifteen instead of ten if you can’t remember.”

“Nooo,” he cries, trying to look over his shoulder, but daddy pushes him back down.

“You wanna ask Kookie for help, angel?”

He can tell Jimin’s pouting when he responds. “Yes.”

“Go ahead then.”

He gives Kookie a pleading look. The younger stares back, pressing his thighs together as little pants escape his doll-like lips. “Y-You were rude to daddy,” he says and Jimin’s eyes widen. How could he have forgotten that?”

“Smart boy,” daddy says. “You deserve that A in psychology.” Kookie preens although he tries to hide it, keep his expression neutral, but his flush is unmistakeable. Jimin whines loudly, frustrated with himself and because daddy won’t stop touching him, caressing up his back. “I hear you, baby boy. I’m here.” And the sting of leather across his ass shocks him. He gasps, kicking out instead of pulling away like he wants to. “What was that?”

“O-One.” His voice is trembling already, pitching higher.

Taehyung swings again and his kitten’s body jolts, fingers clutching hard at the sheets. “Face up, sweetheart. I wanna hear you.”

Jimin turns his head on the third strike, bringing his knee and trying to crawl away. “’M sorry, daddy, please!”

Taehyung sighs and Jimin whimpers, knowing he’s disappointed. His little fairy’s so easy to break and a more sadistic side of Taehyung likes that, but he knows Jimin can take it. “I know you are. Start over, baby.”

At that, Jimin cries. Taehyung can’t see his tears, but he can tell by the pained look on Jungkook’s face that they’re there.

By the tenth flog, Jimin’s sobbing, hands curling at his sides, wanting to shield himself. The skin of his ass is a gorgeous mix of red streaked across tan. Taehyung switches to his weaker right hand, loving the feel of the patterned thick glass handle. He gives Jimin the last five on his thighs, careful with his aim. When he finishes, he throws the flogger somewhere on the bed and rolls Jimin on his side. “T-Thank you, d-d-daddy.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers, voice back to soft and soothing. “You’re okay. Did so well, Minnie.” He lays down to face him, brushing his hair away from his eyes. The little thing curls into him, wiping his tears on his daddy’s shirt. Rubbing over Jimin’s sore bottom, he tries: “You with we?”

He gets a nod.

“We can continue?”

Jimin flinches and daddy kisses his forehead. “It’s okay, princess. You’re not getting punished again.”

“Okay.” It comes out as a tiny whisper and daddy coos before he’s pulling away, shifting Jimin back onto his stomach to rub at his raw cheeks.

His bunny looks miserable and cute squirming in the armchair and he almost wants to leave him there, watch him tire himself out, but his patience is weak right now. He curls a finger at Jungkook. “Come here, pumpkin.”

He obeys eagerly, smiling with blooming cheeks. Daddy smiles back, unable to help himself. “Twirl for me.” Jungkook does slowly and the lace is marvelous on him, snug around his sweet perky ass and caging his precious little erection that’s trying say hi. “So pretty on you, darlin. You wanna take them off for me,” he tugs at the hem and Jungkook comes forward with it. Jimin’s watching them from the bed. “Don’t wanna get them dirty while we’re playing.”

Nodding, Kookie slips the delicate lace down his long legs, dropping them carelessly to the floor. He feels bare before his daddy who’s fully clothed and watching him with hungry eyes. He loves it. Then daddy grabs his cock with between his thumb and index finger, toying with it and flicking it twice so that he flinches when it slaps against his lower abdomen, left hand still caressing Jimin’s bottom. He gasps as daddy digs his thumb-nail into the slit and Jungkook trembles, hands clenched as he looks at his daddy with pleading, already wet eyes. All it gets him is a harder dig.

“Ah-haha!”He stomps lightly, basically jogging in place and digging his nails into his hands. Daddy coos at him as his tears fall.
Daddy lets up on the pressure and starts rubbing circles into his tip, occasionally pulling it away to watch his pre-cum string on his finger. Kookie whimpers, wanting to speak, but his brain is still trying to recover.

“What did you do wrong, bunny?” He asks, voice thick as he pushes his wet thumb into Jungkook’s mouth, feeding his cum back to him. He draws it out slow for him to answer, letting it string on his bottom lip and Jungkook shakes with arousal even as his cock aches from the abuse.

“L-Left the house m-messy,” he sobs softly.

Daddy hums, sucking his thumb into his own mouth before shushing him. “Hush, baby. No crying. You’re okay.” He’s hard even as he says it, tenting the front of his soft slacks and something about it makes Jungkook’s tummy burn with need. The red-head manages to swallow his cries, only small sniffles bubbling up. “You’re geting ten, baby? Over my knee or on the bed?”

Jungkook doesn’t have to think about it. He wants to be as close as possible. “Over daddy’s knee.” Face down over the bed’s edge makes him feel cold, too far away like he’ll never get back into his daddy’s good graces even after his spanking.” But to his horror, his daddy tilts his head toward the black ocean next to him.

“Over the bed, baby. Since I know a spanking wouldn’t be much of a punishment for you.”

Although sad about it, he doesn’t feel like fussing now so he bends obediently, lying next to a red-faced Jiminnie.

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His hyung laces their fingers together as daddy puts a steadying hand on Jungkook’s lower back, fingers stretching almost the entire width and delivers a resounding slap with his left. He doesn’t have to hold back on Jungkook and he knows it. His bunny takes it well, closing his eyes, little ah’s falling from his lips, pretty like stardust before his tears well up at the pain. But he still looks like he’s in pleasure, brow pinched and body shuddering hard at the blow that hits a little too low at the junction of his thighs and ass. “You like that, baby?”

Taehyung laughs, because Jungkook is absurd with his pain tolerance sometimes.

“Daaaddy,” is all he whines, pressing his legs together and red hair splaying out gorgeously on the black silk as he squirms.

“Where do you feel that, baby?” he teases, punctuating it with another sharp slap. “Answer me.”

Jungkook buries his face in the sheets, voice muffled. “Kookie’s dick.”

Daddy doesn’t hassle him about speaking clearly, beside himself in the moment. “Yeah? Your little dick leaking?” Another hit cracks against Jungkook’s ass, adding to the brilliant red.

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Squeezing Jimin’s hand, he nods. “Uh-huh.” He’s crying, shame punching the breath out of him. He feels his hyung kiss his cheek, but he doesn’t open his eyes.

When his daddy’s done, he flips Jungkook on his back, bends his knees to his chest and kisses both his cheeks with a deep drawl of “good boy.”

“Thank you, daddy.” Jungkook rubs at his eyes adorably, not even blinking at the stretch. He turns away with a blush only to see his hyung staring at him with low eyes. “Hyungie,” he whines before looking down at his daddy between his legs. Jungkook almost wants to cover his eyes, he simultaneously loves it so much when daddy looks at him like that, like he wants to tear him apart and watch him beg for more.

And he would of course, right up until he couldn’t take anymore and he’d still beg.

“You know what comes next, right doll?”

He doesn’t, but his body says otherwise. When daddy chuckles, Jungkook does cover his eyes, embarrassed as he’s spread open further. “So eager. Little Kookie’s winking at me. Don’t hide from me, beauty. Let daddy see your pretty eyes.”

The exposure doubles when he looks again and he catches Jimin stretching up the bed in his periphery as daddy leans over a bit to run his hand up his body, making him twitch when his nipple is grazed only to press down on his chest and hook Jungkook’s knees over his shoulders. “My baby boys are so flexible. All that dancing. You look so good stretched out under me like this.” His eyes trail as he speaks over to Jimin stretched on his stomach. He slaps his ass like he can’t help it, watching it bounce with a groan. Jimin flinches violently, so so sensitive, and he drops to the bed to breathe and steady himself.

But then he crawls back to Jungkook, voice a hoarse whisper when he says in Jungkook’s ear. “The vibrator’s for you.”
Eyes widening, he wriggles, whimpering, because he hates vibrators. No, more like he hates his daddy and vibrators together, because daddy teasing so much and he doesn’t have that kind of patience and sometimes daddy doesn’t let Kookie cum at all. “Whyyy, don’t wanna. Kookie can’t-”he cries, but he’s cut off.

“Relax, angel. Yes you can. You wanna be a good boy, don’t you?” How dare he use that against him?

Jungkook huffs, pouting and daddy laughs as he licks three of his fingers till they’re glistening. The sight makes Jungkook whimper and his whine comes out weaker than he wanted it to. “Kookie’s gonna diiee~”he wiggles his hips and Jiminnie giggles at him too this time before he’s kissing Jungkook to quiet him.

Shaking his head fondly, Taehyung uses the distraction to rub at Jungkook’s pinkish entrance, hearing his muffled squeak into Jimin’s mouth as his tummy clenches at the sensation. “You wanna dance for daddy, sweetheart?”

Jimin hands him the vibrator, a long purple thing, not that thick, but beautifully curved to target his baby’s prostate. Jungkook huffs at him when he pulls away with a pop from his hyung’s lips. It’s cute, but Taehyung pretends he takes it seriously. It’s almost therapeutic dealing with them like this. “Nuh-uh,” he kicks out where his legs dangle over Taehyung’s shoulders. “Don’t wanna. Daddy’s gonna be mean.”

He leans in to drape his body over Jungkook, effectively bending him in half, lips curling wickedly. Jungkook wiggles under him, testing his mobility, content with being caged like this. “That’s the point, Jungkook. This is still your punishment.” Jungkook whimpers, high in his throat, looking a bit uncertain with his daddy so close. “Should we pacify that mouth or are you gonna be good for me?”

His baby seems to shrink into the bed, voice tiny when he says he wants his paci. Taehyung smiles and kisses his nose. “Thought so.” Then he leans to kiss Jimin as well, moaning into it at the feel of his baby’s petal soft lips. “Get our baby’s binky for me, lovely? Daddy’s gonna take care of you soon,” he promises, acknowledging his kitten’s hard cock leaking on his bed.

Jimin nods and is off in a second. Meanwhile, Taehyung wets his fingers again and doesn’t bother with teasing when he dips his hand between their bodies to work a finger into Jungkook. He gets an instant reaction; his baby tensing at the intrusion and clenching down hard, not allowing him to move. He works through the resistance, rubbing at the tight muscles of Jungkook’s walls. Jimin returns, but Taehyung just tells him to get back on the bed, let’s him touch himself once he doesn’t orgasm. Occasionally, he dips to kiss at the sweet spot on Jungkook’s neck, but he mostly watches as his little red-head stretches out, trying and failing to grab onto the sheets, because he curls back in on himself with a moan every time his daddy crocks his finger just right inside of him.

“D-Daddy’s hard,” he whines, eyes bleary when Taehyung sinks in another finger. He smirks, sweat beading on his hairline. He knows what his baby means.

“Uh-huh, baby’s not getting my cock today.”

Jungkook tries to protest, but it melts into a high-pitched moan when his prostate is pushed brutally. “Nghhh-ahhh!” His hand finds its way in his daddy’s hair as his head swings in Jimin’s direction who’s watching where daddy’s fingers are penetrating him and tugging at his own cock.

“Messy baby,” daddy chides, looking at the small pool of pre-cum dripping down Jungkook’s sides and on the bed. Turning the vibrator on the lowest setting and leaning back, Taehyung presses it roughly into the tip of Jungkook’s cock. He cries out, gorgeous little thing as his back arches and his legs tense up and his toes curl. “Shhh,” he hushes as he drags it down the shaft and pushes it into Jungkook’s perineum. It has the younger choking, stomach quivering as he pulls on Taehyung’s hair.

“Daddy no!”

“Can you tell daddy where his fingers are, baby boy?” He adds a third finger and Jungkook’s legs fall from his shoulders when he presses deep. His hips start grinding down on their own.

“Let me come!” He demands as the vibrator is switched to the third setting. But Taehyung’s not having it.

He lets the toy go and curls a hand high up around Jungkook’s throat, adding a bit of pressure so that Jungkook’s eyes snap open and his head tilts back. The older levels him with a severe look. “That how you talk to me?”

Daddy’s voice rushes over his skin and his hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, holding his dress shirt as his body goes limp and his airway constricts just a tad like metal in the cold.

Taehyung watches Jungkook’s eyes widen, submission sitting proper in them. The natural reaction would be to hold onto his wrists, but Jungkook just fucking takes it. More tears spill and he paws at his daddy’s chest. “S-Sorry, daddy...sorry...but please,” he whimpers, legs falling open. “Let K-Kookie come, please.”

Taehyung breathes in his desperation like the freshest air, thinks his babies like this should be in a painting; the finest art. “Daddy asked you question, right, bun?”

Lips turning down in a frown, Jungkook whimpers and Taehyung releases the pressure on his throat but keeps his hold. “D-Daddy’s fingers a-are in Kookie’s...in Kookie’s pussy.”

It sounds so wrong yet so right on his lips. “And does Kookie want daddy to continue using his pussy?” He gets a tepid nod. Taehyung tips his chin like he’s entitled. But he’s damn sure feeling like it. “Ask me, baby.”

Jungkook’s expression contorts with shame and yet his cock twitches, leaking a steady stream. Jimin is panting quietly next to them, likely wanting to hear every word. Taehyung almost smiles, his naughty little baby. “Please, daddy...daddy, use Kookie’s p-pussy.”

Must have been torture with Taehyung’s fingers resting just shy of his prostate the whole time. But he presses in hard and Jungkook squeaks as daddy releases his neck. The brunette takes the abandoned vibrator, still coated lightly in Jungkook’s pre-cum, turns it off and presses the tip against Jimin’s parted lips. “Get it wet for me, baby.”

He leans in and takes it in, groaning at the taste and palming himself faster. Daddy holds it for him, watching his gorgeous full lips part slowly around the toy, coating it in saliva. “Fuck, baby, that’s it.” Taehyung wants to brush Jimin’s tawny hair out of his eyes as he slurps, pulls back and takes it deeper. Taehyung cock throbs, but he’s so accustomed to the wait, he can ignore it. “Seems like you need that paci more than Kookie does,” he teases, but it’s weak. His tongue sneaks out to wet his lips and he pulls the vibrator out of Jimin’s mouth when Jungkook whines.

The sink is easy, Jungkook’s little boycunt swallowing it eagerly. It’s nothing much compared to his daddy, after all. When it’s pushed up snug against his prostate, daddy gets off the bed, going over to the dresser and pulling open the top drawer to leisurely browse through his collection of ties. “Daddy, I gotta,” Kookie reaches out “...Come back. Turn it on, please.” He whines, turning on his stomach to watch daddy and smearing all of his mess on the bed. Funny how he didn’t want it a moment ago.

“Coming, pumpkin. Kiss Jiminnie until I choose,” he playfully comments, but lo and behold the smack of lips sounds behind him. He settles on a slender rose-colored tie with bright gold leafy patterns before heading back to the bed, picking up the cock-ring on the way. Jimin’s arms are caging Jungkook’s head as the youngest tries to sit up into the kiss, but chokes and falls back down when the action pushes the vibrator farther into him.

Taehyung coaxes them apart, coaxes Jungkook to lie near the headboard. He loops the tie around his baby’s thin wrists, loving the color against his skin, and knots it securely onto the wood. Retrieving Jungkook’s panties from the floor, he slips the ring on and tightens it quickly, sliding the white lace in place over everything like a neat little present, for himself at least. Jungkook makes a fuss, but daddy quiets him with the bejeweled pacifier and a kiss to his forehead. “If it comes out of your mouth, you’re in trouble.” With nimble fingers under Jungkook’s panties, he turns the vibrator on the fourth level. Jungkook trembles before anything then rolls on his side and curls up and whimpers as sweet as he looks tugging at his restraints.

“D-Daddy, please, please,” his kitten whines and he coos, circling the bed to reach him.

“Aigoo, made my baby wait too long, didn’t I? Are you close, darling?”

Jimin nods then whines again as daddy tugs his hands from between his legs and holds them above his head. Caging him against the bed, daddy smiles softly at him, gaze so fond it hurts his chest. “Now, I remember asking you before if you were okay.” He twirls a finger casually in Jimin’s hair and snaking it down his arm. “But daddy doesn’t think you were honest with him.”

He whines, squeezing his daddy’s hips between his thighs in lieu of squirming. Jungkook’s constant moans and whimpers keep him on edge, makes him want to look back and see him arch as he dry orgasms for what they both know will be one time of many. He shakes his head at his daddy, pulling a beautiful smile from him. “Tell me what you need, little one.”

Instead of words, he simply opens his mouth and it communicates just fine. Daddy kisses his cheeks, whispering “you’re precious,” in his ear, before he’s pulling him to his feet.

He sinks to his knees without prompt, because the need for having his mouth filled is making his skin itch. Jungkook makes a pained sound, weak and muffled and Jimin can imagine he’s rolled onto his stomach, hips relentless yet hesitant because he’s somehow overstimulated and desperate simultaneously. He’s about to turn and find out, but daddy turns his head back toward him. His eyes are sharp on Jungkook before he gives Jimin all of his attention, smiling as he asks a question Jimin thinks he should already know the answer to. “Gonna make it good, pretty?”

There’s a challenging quirk to his lips and arch to his brow as his hand falls to his belt, the other webbed into Minnie’s blonde hair. Jimin leans up on his knees, pressing his face into his daddy’s crotch with a deep inhale, loving the musk before he pulls back and meets his eyes. “Gonna swallow you completely.”

And oh what a treat. He bites down a moan, amusement still lingering on his lips, but his arousal sounds in his voice, deep and throaty. “Atta boy,” he drawls, tugging on his kitten’s hair and earning a moan. He lets Jimin unbuckle and unzip his pants, pulling them and his underwear down his thighs.

Immediately, he takes the head between his pouty red lips, hands fisted on his own thighs because he knows daddy likes it hands-free. He lets his lips drag when he pulls off and kisses almost reverently down the thick length, mouth already obscenely wet. Taehyung’s entranced with him. Those lips are so perfect, so pretty it’s a sin. Then Jimin looks back up at him and sinks down to the hilt like it’s as easy as breathing. He and Jungkook moan at the same time, a mix of high and low. Taehyung looks up to see his baby arching up and dragging his feet against the silk, gasping wetly when he slips and falls only to try again because he doesn’t know what to do with himself as the vibrator thrums consistently inside him like a heartbeat. He’s thinking about upping the setting but Jimin swallows around his cock and the thought falls away like the breath from his lungs. He groans and curses, pulling a bit too hard at his baby’s hair, but he only gets a satisfied moan as retort, vibrations making his thighs shake.

Jimin’s dripping, his cock and his lips and Taehyung’s mouth starts running like he has a habit of doing when he gets high strung like this, when his boys are doing too good a job at pleasuring him. “I should fuck you after this,” he pants and his kitten whines around him, though not daring to pull off. He’s enjoying himself too much, bobbing his head with his eyes closed like it’s not even about his daddy’s pleasure anymore. And honestly it gets Taehyung harder when he’s like this, sucking his cock like he needs it. “But you’re gonna come just like this, aren’t you?”

It’s ridiculous that his cheeks ripen at that, teary eyes opening and looking so blissfully dazed, chin wet with spit and his daddy’s pre-cum. Taehyung strokes over his hair gently, trying hard not to thrust and choke him.

Kookie’s downright screaming. The sound of the headboard knocking the walls as he pulls at his bound wrists. “Daddy, daddy, daddy, please!” and “Make it stop, it hurts!” falling from his lips so much in maimed barely coherent syllables, Taehyung’s sure he’ll dream of it.

“A-Almost, baby...You’re doing s-so well.”

His bunny’s stomach trembles harshly and his legs and toes tense and curl with his fourth orgasm. He can take another one, but Taehyung’s watching the focus in his eyes and although he’s a bit distracted, he knows to stop when it wanes.

Jungkook’s doing well, but Taehyung isn’t. When Jimin swallows his cock this time, he doesn’t let up, gagging when Taehyung bucks forward, but not stopping. He moans loudly, grabbing onto and digging his nails into his daddy’s thighs. “Shit, Minnie,” he pants, rutting forward into Jimin’s throat, pressing his thumb onto the boy’s Adam’s apple to feel himself there. “Fuck!”

Jiminnie coughs as he pulls back, tears streaming down his face, much like Jungkook, and lets out a string of high-pitched whimpers, his own hips bucking into nothing. His hands shake on his daddy’s thighs and he drops them only to put them back. His desperation is fucking adorable. “Princess, where were those hands going?” Jimin only sinks down again as an answer, making daddy hum deep in his chest, hand almost affectionately petting his hair now. It only takes a minute more before he’s whining pitifully, hips rutting up. “Come for me, baby,” he moans, head falling forward as Jimin swallows again, the tightness milking him.

His kitten chokes on the thick ropes of his cum as his own orgasm rips through him. He shakes through it and so does Taehyung.
Shucking off his pants and boxers, he pulls the younger to his feet, picking him up and laying him next to a thrashing sobbing Jungkook and kisses his forehead. Shakily, he crawls onto the bed to hold Jungkook still so he can flick off the vibrator and pull off Jungkook’s panties along with the cock-ring. His baby is shivering and panting, saliva dripping down his cheek as he looks up at him, eyes rolling. His pacifier is a fallen casualty, but his daddy would be terrible to do anything about it now. So instead, he gingerly touches Jungkook’s bruise purple erection, getting a yelp and brutal flinch. But as he continues Jungkook relaxes into it, whimpering weakly as he comes finally, translucent threads hitting his own chest and neck. “Shhh, daddy’s got you.”

Quickly finding a warm wet towel, Taehyung cleans both his boys and they snuggle up tight with Kookie in between. He’s crying softly, a hand laced in each of theirs and Taehyung’s telling them how much he loves them both and how he would give up the world if they asked.

Taehyung internally thanks Seokjin for being the wonderful person that he is and for threatening to beat his ass if he hadn’t “resolved his shit by tonight.”

Night finds them like that, with playful fingers and tired giggles and forever a grand promise shared between three looped hearts.

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Passion lingers into the morning and Taehyung’s got a short day at work today (because Seokjin said so), but he takes his time getting ready. His boyfriends make sure of it. He sighs with a lazy smile and low eyes as he does the button of his slack when Jungkook, still naked and in bigspace, sits up on his knees and pops it open again with a mischievous grin and sparkling eyes. Inconsiderate of the time, he throws his arms around Taehyung’s bare shoulders and kisses his protest slowly from his lips. He makes it irresistible, biting at his lips and begging with his eyes. In the end he needs no words to get his way; Taehyung fucking him slow in the bleached sunstream, coaxing out crocodile tears and wispy gasps. Jungkook comes from Taehyung’s eyes on him and when Jungkook frees him from the lock of his thighs, Taehyung’s still hard. He finds Jimin in the kitchen in royal blue with yesterday’s dinner in the microwave and takes him on the floor because Jimin can’t stretch out and writhe on the counter the way Taehyung loves.

He’s already late when he drives them to school and walks them to class, Jungkook complaining that he’s sore. It gets him pressed against the wall in the hallway and kissed breathless. He’s giggling when he walks in class late, hair mussed and lips swollen.

Namjoon smirks knowingly at Taehyung when the younger clocks in, looking entirely mellowed out. His genius ass lives for these days because he can take advantage of Taehyung’s good mood. He leans forward on his elbow with that smirk still set. “Mornin’, boss ,” he greets, voice dipping and curling almost condescendingly. “Can Jin and I take those days off next week, I wanna take him out.”

“No occasion?”

“None.”

“Okay, sure,” he agrees too easily, barely paying real attention with the images flashing through his mind.

“Oh! And can I take your audi when I’m delivering today?” He isn’t even serious with this one. Taehyung only lets his boyfriends in his audi and if he’s honest, he’s deathly afraid of what he’ll find in there, but his boss agrees all the same as he slumps in his chair before stacks of paperwork.

Namjoon thanks the heavens for Jimin and Jungkook’s ability to wring Taehyung out like this.

“Tae-tae’s staring,” Jungkook whispers with a giggle in his hyung’s ear, almost hiding behind him like he’s shy. Jimin can’t blame him, though. That gaze never really loses its effect. Taehyung’s stepping out from his audi, his attire suiting the sleek black beauty today, since he was in office. He’s eating them up with his eyes. They’re freshly showered after practice and smelling like flowers when they slink up to him, Jimin kissing his cheek. They’re both in dangerously short dresses, Jimin’s thin and navy blue with pink and white flowers and a braided brown belt tied high up on his waist and Jungkook’s with an adorable white lacy top and navy blue skirt with a bow tied around his waist. The collar is flat like a school boy’s uniform shirt and navy blue as well. It gives him a kind of lolita look while Jimin’s giving a modern summer princess vibe although it’s chilly out.

“What’s the occasion?” He leans against the closed car door, kissing them both daintily on the cheeks with all the ambience of a white house family.

Jungkook pushes him softly against the door to kiss him for real, his lip gloss making it sticky. Taehyung moans, can’t help sliding a hand up Jungkook’s dress for a firm squeeze. The younger squeaks with a flinch and Jimin laughs. “Daddy, I’m still sore,” Jungkook half whines, half moans against his boyfriend’s lips.

A handsome smirk stretches his lips as he takes in his baby. “You like that, don’t you, baby bun?”

“Uh-huh,” he smiles.

Taehyung pulls Jimin in against his side to kiss his neck, Jungkook still leaning against him.

Jungkook watches their point of contact, biting his lip when Jimin tilts his head back for better access. There are people around, a few watching them and if anything it fuels the fire in them. But before it gets too out of hand, Taehyung pulls back, “Let’s get out of here. I’ve got something for you both.

The struggle of keeping Jimin from crawling into the trunk to open the shopping bag Taehyung’s got there gets them both in little space. It doesn’t help that Jungkook’s pouting because he wanted to go in the back seat so he can have both windows to himself and ‘Jiminnie is older anyway so he should be in the front.”

Leaning in to pinch his chin and kiss his nose, Taehyung promises him the backseat next time as Jimin falls into the trunk with a thump and a short scream. He’d been quiet in his climb, but when Taehyung stopped at the light, it threw him over. The brunette only sighs, contemplating getting buckle guards for his seatbelts.

They’re home, , Jimin in time out for ten minutes for not listening to him and Jungkook sulking in Taehyung’s lap and refusing to tell his daddy about his day until his hyungie’s punishment is done. He’s snuggled tight, Taehyung watching ‘Hit the Stage’ and trying not to coo at Jungkook’s cute little pleased noises as he wiggles and tugs the sleeves of the oversized pokemon shirt he saw some days ago over his hands. It and the overalls were Taehyung’s gift. Jimin’s gift still sits in the bag as the little thing fidgets sadly by the wall in Taehyung’s line of sight.

It hurts him to watch and he wants to call his fairy over and squish his cheeks so that’s what he does after eight minutes have past. Jungkook basically spills himself over Jimin’s chest in a hug when he’s on the couch.

“’M sorry.”

Taehyung hums, wiping Jimin’s wet eyes. “It’s okay, princess. You’ve been having a rebellious streak. Anything wrong?” When Jimin shakes his head and hugs him, he knows it’s honest.

“Was just excited.”

It makes him smile as Jungkook jumps up to grab the bag, looking adorable in his overalls. Wholly impatient, the red-head pulls Jimin to his feet and all but throws off his dress. Out of the bag, he pulls a large fluffy baby blue hoodie. It’s got white bear ears and black beady eyes on the hood and white lining the pockets. Jimin’s eyes sparkle when he sees it, little hands curling ecstatically into his chest. Jungkook puts it on him, crooning about how cute it is and Taehyung sits Jimin backwards on his lap to slide on the white thigh highs he got with the hoodie. “You look beautiful, baby boy.” He kisses the side of his baby’s neck and pulls at the top of the thigh highs before letting them sting Jimin’s thighs. His baby gasps, pressing his thighs together and reveling in the sting. He turns his head for a kiss, but Taehyung pulls the hood over his head and face, laughing as he teases. “You’re just drowning in there!” Jimin bites his hand through the material. He yelps as both littles burst out laughing. Jimin pokes his daddy’s cheek when he pouts and complains that they’re being mean to him.
“Thank you, daddy. I love it.” They both thank him with long kisses that they’re too lazy to let lead anywhere.

Later after they’ve eaten and cleaned-up, they’re all on the floor. Taehyung’s dosing with his head in Jimin’s lap, face nuzzled into his fluffy stomach as the younger finishes painting his nails, using his daddy’s bare chest as a backdrop to his bright nails. He gently scraps along his tan skin, loving how it compliment his pumpkin colored polish as Jungkook curses quietly at the TV, headset on as he loses to Ten in
Fortnite.

Then the doorbell interrupts them. Taehyung groans to life and rolls off of Jimin’s lap. “I’ll get it,” Jimin says, getting up. Taehyung pulls him back by the tail of his hoodie, standing up himself.

“I will. You put on pants, baby.”

Jungkook abandons the game and wanders out into the hallway behind him. They rarely get visitors. Seokjin and Namjoon are there when Taehyung opens the door. “You guys missed me already?”

“Yah, go put on a shirt. We’re not here for you.” Jin scolds, shewing him out of the way.

“Hyungies!” Jungkook exclaims, leaning up on the balls of his feet.

“Kookie!” Namjoon shouts, putting the pan in his hand down on the counter and taking the boy into his arms. “It’s been forever since I saw you.” He ruffles Jungkook’s hair.

“I missed you.”

“At least someone misses us,” Jin mutters, glaring at Taehyung and hugging Jungkook who squeezes him painfully tight. “Ah, Kookie let me to adopt you for real this time. And where’s little mochi?”

“That sounds hella confusing,” Taehyung says, referring to the adoption while cutting a huge slice of Jin’s famous apple pie. “Ah there he is.”

“My first son!” Jimin giggles, wearing shorts now that are still covered by his draping hoodie as he watches Jin flail with Jungkook still wrapped around him.

They’re settled in the living room, Jungkook leaning into Jin’s side with pie crumbs on his mouth as he continues playing Fortnite. Namjoon is using Jimin as a human pillow, the younger wrapped in his arms as he nurses a second piece of pie. Taehyung’s in the armchair frowning with no one to cuddle. “Aside from Kookie and Minnie, why are you guys here?”

“Making sure you come to the gala next month,” Joon says around stolen pie from Jimin.

Taehyung slumps in his chair. “I don’t want to.”

“Tae, we’ve got more business partners to make and others to appease,” Jin reasons.

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung reassures them. “I said I don’t want to. I never said I wasn’t going to.”

“Wait, that’s it? We don’t have to convince or threaten you?” Seokjin leaps forward in his chair, making Jungkook whine at the loss of warmth. “Sorry,” he sits back and lets the boy lean on him again.

“I’m going because they want to,” he points at his boyfriends. “And to take the responsibility off you, Joon-hyung.”

Namjoon cracks a smile. “Aww, although, it’s about time.”

Taehyung simply shrugs at his attitude. They’re all more friends than any boss and employees. “Good,” Jin says. “Hobi says he’s coming over from Gwanju for it.”

“Yeah, he called me.”

“Hobi-hyung’s coming?!” Jimin asks, eyes popping.

Taehyung smiles. “Yeah, baby, he’ll be here for you boys’ showcase too.”

“Yay! We can go out dancing!” Jungkook gushes. Jung Hoseok is a professor and dean at a dance school in Gwanju, although it also offers other programs. It’s impressively high standard and accepts tons of international aspiring dancers, actors and musicians every year.

Namjoon and Seokjin stay for an invasive amount of time and only leave when Jimin and Jungkook are falling asleep from playing too much.

It’s easy to fall asleep that night, the only thing being dreaded is the complaints he’ll receive tomorrow for missing the deadline for that bamboo guitar.

Chapter Text

Almost every business is run on the principle of separating professional and personal life and Taehyung’s is no exception. But his boyfriends are. They’re that personal aspect that runs unhindered like freed slaves because Taehyung’s weak for them… and so is everyone else.

It’s Jimin who plants the idea in his head really when he patters out of bed in the trough of morning, their steps syncing so he doesn’t realize that Jimin’s followed him into the bathroom until silence falls on everything but the sound of soft suckling. Startled, Taehyung whirs around, hand on his chest to find his little ghost blinking sleepily up at him and almost swaying on his bare feet. He’s drowning in the same baby blue hoodie with a matching pacifier hugged between his lips.

“Kitten,” he breathes in relief, hand slipping over jimin’s bleached hair and down his nape. “You scared me. What are you doing up?”

The window let’s in the pale blue skylight and it bounces off the white tiled walls, washing the room in an eerie mixture of harsh white glare and shadowy blue. Jimin’s heavy eyelids cast off the haunting atmosphere though. He just looks too precious like this. “Gunna leaf?” ‘Gonna leave'. Jimin waddles into his chest, looking to be wrapped up in a hug.

Giggling, Taehyung obliges. “’M not leaving yet, love. My baby’s a little lonely?”

He shakes his head even as he protests. “Don go.” He claws with his sweater paws at his daddy’s shoulder blades like he does when he wants to be carried. Teasing, Taehyung pretends like he doesn’t know this and starts rocking them side to side playfully.

“Baby doll, I don’t have wings for you to clip.” He smiles when the little blonde looks up at him with a dopey eye smile that has his heart stuttering to circulate the extra warmth.

"Nuh-uh, Minnie haths wings.” Little one’s clearly tangled deeply in his headspace since he’s so easily deterred from his mission.

“Oh? Minnie’s an angel then?” He gasps. It makes Jimin laugh.

“No, daddy,” he does that stomping thing again, like he’s frustrated that Taehyung doesn’t know the truth. “Minnie’s a faiwy,” he insists adorably.

Taehyung leans in to press their foreheads together, smiling sweetly. “Of course, my baby fairy.” He dips further to curl his hands under Jimin’s thighs, picking him up and setting him on the sink. Jimin barely bats an eye at the movement, only reaching out when he pulls away. He whines when Taehyung kisses his hand. “Daddy’s gotta pee, baby boy. I’ll hold you in a minute.”

Jimin hums a song softly under his breath, stopping to suck his pacifier back into his mouth when it slips and swinging his legs. He watches Taehyung as he empties his bladder and washes his hands. A little of the haze over his eyes has evaporated when Taehyung fits himself between his baby’s legs again. “’T’s not polite to stare at someone when they’re using the bathroom, sweetheart.” His voice dips unintentionally, depth echoing just a bit off the tiles.

Jimin whines with a smattering of red on his cheeks. He folds his legs neatly around Taehyung’s hips, letting his pacifier drop to drag his hoodie just a tad more down his chest. “Don’t go,” he pleads, desperation and something else making his eyes glimmer.

The brunette searches them as he holds Jimin’s hips, the boy shuddering at the skin on skin contact. Nervous. He’s nervous. It sneaks out through his little space, poignant. “What’s gat you so wound up, little one?” He dips to kiss Jimin’s exposed collarbones, humming when he sees his baby’s fingers jump as his nails scratch on the marble. Yeah, definitely nervous. It makes him sensitive, whining through his sentence as his daddy kisses wetly at his skin.

“Dance… what i-if I… mess up?” Ah, of course. Jimin and Jungkook’s club showcase is in a week. It’s a tradition, but not even that big of a deal. Still, Jimin will worry, run himself into the ground to eliminate the possibility of the simplest mistake even when there was hardly any to start with. It’s worrying how hard he’ll push himself, so Taehyung makes sure to relax him thoroughly before performances.

He hums again, less in response and more because it makes Jimin’s skin pebble beneath his lips.

His baby arches up, pressing back on his hands when Taehyung trails adoring hands up his stomach and chest, earning a gasp when he pinches a nipple. “You won’t, baby boy.”

He chuckles as Jimin’s hips jump when he kisses him, sucking on his tongue. “Daddy,” Jimin whimpers when Taehyung kisses his quivering tummy.

There’s no reason for his call, but it makes him whine nonetheless when his daddy doesn’t answer. Petulant, rocks his hips up, thighs squirming to get Taehyung closer and lower. Daddy doesn’t say anything, just pushes him tight against the cool marble. It has heat sparking up his spine and pooling at his neck as he pants harder, head dropping back on the mirror. “Bad little boy just wants to be held down, yeah?” But his eyes are on Jimin’s cock that’s straining against the pink cotton panties, darkening the fabric with pre-cum.

Jimin trembles and moans as he’s pushed up further on the counter and his panties are pulled off. “How’s my baby so pretty?” He spreads his kitten’s knees wide and kisses the tip of his pretty reddening cock. He makes a show of licking his fingers before kneeling between Jimin’s beautifully thick thighs. He curls a hand around the back of one, feeling the muscle on the outer side and watching the fat of the soft inner side give then swell around the press of his thumb.

Jimin sobs when Taehyung swallows his cock, long fingers sinking into him simultaneously and faster than he’s ready for. “Nnngh hah ugh!” It echoes loud off the tiles, acoustic and encouraging. He thrashes, hitting his heel on the counter’s edge. But it doesn’t register when the heat of his daddy’s mouth and stretch of his fingers is so overwhelming.

Taehyung jabs at Jimin’s prostate while hollowing his cheeks and the younger squeals. His orgasm builds fast, hips working wantonly as his broken whimpers of “daddy, daddy harder,” smolder under Taehyung’s skin. He pushes Jimin’s thighs apart when he tries to snap them together and Jimin comes hard when his daddy growls around him. He swallows it all down, kissing Jimin’s entrance then his cock then his lips.

He looks relaxed now, weak-limbed and panting. “Come to work with me then,” he rasps and Jimin smiles, tired and gorgeous.

Jungkook is still dead to the world when they’re done. He’s in thick headspace as well when he awakes. All whimpers when they all fit easily in the tub and Jungkook cries into Taehyung’s neck the whole time they take bathing him, refusing to cooperate, poor baby has to be tortured awake.

Both Jimin and Jungkook are fighting for space in the mirror, trying not to poke their eyes out with their eyeliner pencils. It’s a damn good thing they woke up way too early.

Taehyung is fully dressed for work and punctuating each of his words with a slap to both his babies’ bottoms consecutively. “You. Don’t. Even. Need. This. We’re. Gonna. Be. Late.” He knows he’s not helping, but it’s fun.

“Uhhh, daddy, stop. You’re wrinkling my skirt,” Jungkook whines.

“You’re gonna do it anyway.” His bunny's wearing mostly black; tights, long-sleeved leotard with a short white pleated skirt with black bunnies on it.

He pouts as Jimin finishes beside him and turns to face Taehyung. “Want some, daddy?”

He laughs awkwardly. “No, baby. I’m okay. Maybe when I don’t have work.” Taehyung can smell the danger if Jimin tries to fight him into eyeliner. They’re both dressed hazardously in white- Jimin in a cute jumper dress with lace hemming with white tights and leotard like Jungkook.

He manages to escape with only a smudging of liner on his left eyelid. But then he finds himself backed into the kitchen counter, hands up in surrender with Jimin acting as his second belt. Jungkook pushed him away from the monster of a lunch bag sitting on the counter.

Taehyung was apparently not putting enough meat and too much vegetable so Jungkook corrected him. Jimin uncoils from around him to grab their bottles and stuff them deep into the bag with a blush spiking on his cheeks. Taehyung’s a bit surprised.

“Baby, are you sure you’re gonna drink it when we get there. I know how you two get shy about it.”

Jungkook fiddles with his sleeves then he resolves, turning to Jimin. “Kookie will if Minnie-hyungie does.”

“Minnie will,” he mumbles, looking to his daddy for approval.

Taehyung only shrugs. “Okay, let’s go then.”

A chorus of ‘mornin’, boss,’ answers him when as he steps through the black glass doors. His office is oxymoronic; a brigade of workers, impeccably clad in black and white (only at the office) yet they’re lax, scattered in small bands throughout the building, talking over each other with either a slouched back, a propped leg or absent-minded chair spinning. They’re working, no doubt, but office decorum only can go so far amongst creative minds. It’s an appreciated atmosphere.

No one really looks up when they answer him, only Namjoon from his corner, behind his finger-smudged cubicle. Jimin and Jungkook tumble in after him, off-setting the familiar casual mood with their bright smiles and sweet toned greetings. They bow right-angled and people pay attention. Taehyung can’t help a proud smirk when the cooing starts. “Boss, those your boyfriends?!” A tactless Jackson asks from the back and if everyone didn’t know they were here yet, they do now.

“Yeah,” he answers, pulling both boys close as the older man springs over to greet them with overly touchy handshakes. It’s just Jackson. “This is Jimin and Jungkook.” Jackson doesn’t know them, because he’d joined the team around last year and Taehyung doesn’t bring them often, else they start screaming from boredom.

Jimin integrates himself in an instant, chatting with Jackson and laughing at Jinyoung’s teases. Jungkook has a bit more trouble, being a quiet little ghost, slowly making his way to everyone with curious wide eyes. Most of them accept him graciously, used to his timidity and fondly explaining when he asks questions.

They’re some of the hypocritical homophobes in Taehyung’s workplace too, though, because views on sexuality are not really part of the job interviews. Doesn’t matter anyway. It’s nothing that can’t be handled. Some of his employees hide behind their starched collars, hoping that they don’t approach them, because they can’t blatantly discriminate in front of their boss.

He loves watching them hitch their necks up superiorly and pretend they hate what they see. It’s pathetically funny really. At least Jackson is honest about it when he lets his gaze trace the curves of Jimin’s body when the boy leans over Jinyoung’s shoulder to steal the computer mouse with a grin. And Minhyuk is typically shameless in ogling Jungkook’s thighs move beneath his skirt as he crosses them in his chair. Minhyuk even winks at Taehyung with a greasy smile on his pretty face. Sleazy motherfucker, he’s always been, but Taehyung rolls his eyes, smiles back, because he knows there’s no threat.

Taehyung’s not a rash guy. The homophobes under his nose aren’t at any risk for losing their jobs unless they act on their disgusting views, of course.

Moonbyul’s entrance is his cue to get to work. She’s his boyfriends’ certified mother when they come to work with him, or so she says, and he trusts her with them. So he leaves to his office on the next floor up to get to work.

Jungkook’s learning how to digitally design a guitar mold when his hyung interrupts him, whining that he’s bored. Unknowingly, he was getting bored too, so he leaves Sooyoung to work by herself.

“Byullie-noona?” She turns around from Namjoon’s desk, brushing her silver hair behind her ear as she smiles at their wide eyes.
“What is it you boys want now?” she asks knowingly, tone playful.

“Can we go to daddy’s office?” Jungkook whispers. She pinches both their cheeks before stealing Namjoon’s desk phone and calling her boss. He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey, Mr. Kim, my babies want to see you. Can they?”

He scoffs quietly at her. “I’m in a meeting. Tell them ten minutes, please.”

“Okay.”

She reiterates his answer to the boys and gets a pout from Jungkook. “It’s okay, Kookie. It’s just ten minutes.” She honestly can’t handle their puppy eyes and pleading little pouts.

“But we’re bored,” Jimin whines. “And Kookie’s hungry, right Kookie?”

“Yeah.”

She chuckles. “Okay, I’ll give you a mission.” They perk up instantly. “Jooheonie-hyung’s right around that hall. If you steal his Oreo’s, I’ll get you whatever food you want, but you still have to wait the ten minutes.”

“Mkay!” Jungkook agrees, his stomach working before his brain does.

With that they’re off, Jimin tailing Jungkook.

Jimin waits until they turn the corner, out of sight to grab Jungkook’s hand, swinging him back into him before they reach Jooheon’s office. “What, what?”

“Wait!” Jimin whisper shouts before smiling mischievously. “Let’s sneak up there.”

Jungkook is doubtful then impressed then disappointed that he didn’t think of it. “Yeah.” He peeks around the wall of the hallway, ensuring Moonbyul is occupied before pulling Jimin to the stairs. They creep up as quietly as possible, skulking down a wider wine-red-carpeted hallway.

Sounds of chatter make them stop, a woman’s voice and…their daddy’s.

They watch through the skylight and daddy is sitting back in his chair, legs spread comfortably, sunlight from the glass door overlooking the cityscape casting him in a godly yellow glow. The girl has her palms down on his desk and is way too close in Jungkook’s humble opinion, because the chair is a few feet behind her.

“This here,” she coaxes with a smile, gesturing to the booklet between them. Her eyes linger long on Taehyung’s face as he flips through the booklet. “This is what we had in mind, because it matches the more modern style of the gala.”

She tugs a little nervously on her hair as he hums, tapping a finger on a certain page of the booklet that the boys can’t see from their distance. But they share a look and the ploy is obvious. They know coy when they see it and this woman with her long artificially strawberry blonde hair is trying to flirt with what’s theirs. She leans in an almost imperceptibly small distance when he looks up at her, her cleavage directly in his line of sight. He sees it. He knows, but he doesn’t react, keeps a professional front. “It’s a little late to change, though, don’t you think, Mina-ssi?” He says kindly, tilting his chin up.

She draws back a bit at the refutation, laughing it off awkwardly. “Yes, I admit, it was a bit last minute and I accept responsibility for the inconvenience, but I can’t imagine it’d be too much trouble for you…Taehyung-oppa.” It comes out as a purr as she bends to her elbow to the desk so she’s looking up at him and Taehyung’s eyes shift to the shadowed half of the glass doors where there’s a clear reflection of her ass in the tight black pencil skirt.

The CEO drops his gaze to the table, the corner of his lips lifting in a smile that suggests he knows something that she doesn’t. He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off by the door opening.

“Jimin? Jungkook…what are you- I said ten minutes.”

“Too long,” Jimin complains sassily, sauntering around the c-shaped desk, blessing the girl once with his glare before he plants himself in Taehyung’s lap, arms around his neck. “And that’s not what you’re supposed to say, daddy.”

The girl looks downright offended at the title and when Jungkook follows and sits on the desk right next to her, crossing his legs like he belongs there and he does. “Kitten,” Taehyung amends, sighing in defeat, playing exasperated when Jimin can see the hint of a smile. “You two were supposed to wait for me.”

“We’re bored,” Jungkook justifies, pulling pens from a cup.

“Ah, I’m so sorry, Mina-ssi. But can we do this another day?”

“But I have to know by-”

“I’ll email you my reply before the day is out, yeah?”

Jimin considers for a moment of sympathy that she didn’t know about their relationship, but she looks angry instead of surprised and angrier still when he kisses boldly at his daddy’s neck. “Fine,” she acquiesces and turns to leave, but Taehyung calls her back for the booklet and she gapes for a second as he smirks. That was email enough. He won’t change his part of the display for the gala to suit her company’s conventional tastes. He sighs when she leaves.

Jungkook giggles as he spins around, ruining the neatly stacked papers with the brush of his heels. “That didn’t look fun, daddy.” He’s got a shit-eating grin on and daddy slaps his thigh, earning a whimper.

“It wasn’t at all, but that still wasn’t very nice of you two.”

“So why were you smiling?” Jimin counters with a grin of his own.

“And why was she calling you oppa here?”

With a shakes of his head, he defends weakly. “Mina’s young-”

“So are you,” Jimin shoots back.

The brunette gives them an impressed look. “Okay, it’s my fault for being informal when we first met. She was new and I told her to drop titles.”

“I don’t like it,” Jungkook pouts, cupping his own cheeks with his elbows on his thighs. “Is her booty better than Kookie’s?”

“What? Jungkook, no.”

Jimin finishes for Jungkook. “So don’t look at it. Only look at us.” He kneels up in the chair, knees caging his daddy so he’s looking down at him. “Only us.”

“Baby, I wasn’t-”

“Understood?” Jungkook comes to curls his fingers around the hairs at Taehyung’s neck and tugs.

They get a groan. “Understood, babe.”

“Good,” Jimin and Jungkook say in unison. Then Seokjin walks in, shuffling papers in his hands.

“Tae, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even have let her up here-” He smirks when he registers their position. “Oh, it looks like you’ve been well distracted.”

“Seems so, huh?”

They have a little picnic with their lunch bag in the office, and after the boys spread computer paper across the carpet as a pseudo canvas and use whatever writing utensils Seokjin finds to make art. It puts them in a small enough headspace that when dark begins to corrode the sky, Jimin comes to press his face into Taehyung’s neck from behind and whisper, “Bottle, daddy?”

Namjoon, Seokjin and Moonbyul are there when Taehyung lays Jimin across the couch and lays atop him, keeping the bottle full of strawberry milk upright with his nose on the bottom. “My tiny kitten,” Taehyung smiles while Jimin whines lazily, his little fingers playing in his daddy’s hair. Taehyung looks over on the floor where Moonbyul is looking oh so fondly at Jungkook who’s propped up against Seokjin’s broad chest as Namjoon holds his bottle up. Jungkook fusses, holds Namjoon’s wrists trying to push him away and hold it himself, but his eyes are closing as he relaxes.

“Think you should bring them to work more often, boss,” Moonbyul suggests.

“Nah,” he says quietly so as to not startle Jimin. “They’ll kill my work ethic.”

Moonbyul looks at them, mellowed and lazy and chuckles. “Noted.”

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It’s the week of the boys’ performance and Taehyung needs to be catching up on work. He’s got transactions to approve of and a whole lot of paper to read. Suited down at his desk each day with sanctifying rays of sun haloing him till night comes, he’s been soldiering through. But naturally, his boys are a little distracting…okay, a lot. And Hoseok isn’t any better.

He landed in Seoul that weekend and has already filled the space he’d left in all of their lives the last time they saw him. He’s been pestering Namjoon and Seokjin about staying with them instead of his usual apartment and they’ve been ignoring him because they “refuse to house an atomic bomb.” Taehyung can’t blame them. But he’s turned to distracting Taehyung instead (likely as a prelude to persuade him to do the same) and he’s using Jimin and Jungkook so that Taehyung can’t ignore him.
So the brunette knows it’s a mistake when he leaves his personal phone right next to him because it beeps with a message immediately after he pulls the stack of papers in front of him.

It’s Jungkook. He sighs, hope having yet to fizzle out in him because it could be important, right?

From: Kookoo bun
Morning, daddy. Hyungie wanted to say hi.

Attached to the message is a photo of Jimin. Jungkook’s got the camera angled to view just the porcelain rim of the bathtub. Kitten’s inside with his back turned, suds caging his bare shoulders against the edge of the tub, sunshine tendrils dropping into his face as he smiles back at the camera. It’s breathtakingly sweet, Jungkook’s skill showing in the intimacy and the capture of the yellow light- reflecting off the tiles but not glaring. It’s brilliant even with a cell-phone. And it’s distracting. Taehyung is certain Jimin didn’t want to say hi. Jungkook’s just being a brat and Hoseok is probably encouraging him. Taehyung takes the bait. Close enough to important…right?

From: Daddy Taetae
Morning, babe, It’s beautiful. Tell Jiminnie I said he’s beautiful. But daddy’s working, bun. He needs to focus. Be good and get ready with Jiminnie, okay? <3 And tell Hobi-hyung to get outta my house.

Jungkook replies with an ‘okay!’ and Taehyung gets back to work. Soon Seokjin comes in to detail him on today’s schedule, but he’s interrupted by two beeps this time. Taehyung simply keeps his eyes on the older man. His phone is directly in Jin’s line of sight and he looks back and forth expectantly between Taehyung and the screen. When it becomes clear that Taehyung’s not planning to open the message, Seokjin folds his arms and tilts his head, effectively setting a wrinkle in his finely pressed suit jacket. “It’s Hobi-hyung. He’s using Kookie and Chim to get to me.

Jin leans over and taps the screen and the thought to stop him and spare his eyes is just coming to Taehyung. “Aww, so cuute!” Taehyung snatches the phone from his hyung who pouts at him.

Taehyung pouts back. “Don’t look at my baby.”

It’s another picture of Jimin, on the bed this time. He’s sprawled on his side, hair splayed and holding up a peace sign toward the camera. He’s wearing a smile, an adorable short baby blue jumper with black batman logos on it. There’s a black fitted shirt under it, a bat shaped choker around his neck and tellitubby socks on his cute little feet. Taehyung concludes that it’s definitely important.

Over the of thirty minutes, he gets a picture of Hoseok leaning between the leather seats of Yoongi’s car to kiss Jimin’s cheek, another of him giving Jungkook one too (which just ends up being a close up of his puckered lips, maybe that one was for Taehyung, who knows) and one for Yoongi which catches him on the corner of his mouth. Taehyung laughs at his severe grimace and extremely faint blush. When it’s quiet for another ten minutes, he’s finally able to settle down and work. He’s mildly surprised Hoseok didn’t answer his message.

Jungkook just glimpses the dull gleam of Yoongi’s Mercedes out the living room window, before he squeaks around a mouthful of granola bar. He jumps up and bolts out of the room and out to the front door. “Hobi’s here! Hobi’s here!” He flings open the door as the tires screech against the pavement, ignoring Jimin’s yelling. He’s practically bouncing out the door.

“Hey hey, kid, jump back inside,” Yoongi says, hand outstretched in a ‘stop’ gesture. Jungkook then realizes he’s only in an oversized t-shirt, but his concern is overtaken by glee when Hoseok hops out, fire red hair as bright as his smile and pushes past Yoongi to hug Jungkook.

“Hobi!”

“Hobi-hyungie to you, brat,” he scolds, jumping with Jungkook then squealing. “Jungkookie!”

“Missed you, hyungie. You’re so early. Are you staying with us?” He pulls the older inside, Yoongi following along with much less enthusiasm.

“Not sure. We’ll have to see. You want me to stay, bunny?”

Jungkook turns around, his eyes popping adorably as he stresses his words. “Okay, let me rephrase. You have to stay with us.”

Yoongi chuckles and plops down on the couch, fully intending not to move until they’re ready to leave. “So spoiled.”

“Isn’t he?” Hobi agrees and pinches Jungkook’s cheeks. “Where’s your hyung, baby?”

“Bathtub.”

“Kay. I got an idea to make sure I can stay, sound good?”

Of course, Jungkook nods in agreement.

Plan in mind, Jungkook beats Hoseok to the bathroom, snickering a bit when he walks inside with his phone in hand, camera open. “Kookie? What are you doing?” Jimin’s sitting cozily in the tub like they have all the time in the world and Jungkook’s not going to rush him either.

“Smile. They’re for Taetae.”

“But he’s-”

“I’m taking it!”

Jungkook puts a sweet caption before he sends it to their daddy.

“Who’s that cutie?! Hoseok’s head pops up around the doorway. Jungkook jumps and Jimin squeaks, hiding his nose behind the suds.

“Hyungie~ I’m naked.”

“What are you hiding? I’m just saying hi. Didn’t you miss me?”

At that Jimin smiles. “Nope!” He pops the ‘p’ and Hoseok gasps, holding his heart and dramatically flops to the floor.

“Oh my god. Jiminnie. So mean. How am I supposed to stay if you didn’t even miss me?” He rolls around in his floral printed shirt, mock dry-heaving like he’s being choked and the two youngest are giggling hysterically.

When they calm down, Jungkook checks his phone and his lips form a little ‘O’. Hoseok stops rolling. “What did he say?!”

“Daddy says get out of his house.”

At that, Hoseok groans. “You’re all brats, aren’t you?”

Jimin grins. “Maybe. Now get outta my bathroom.”

Jungkook’s giggling as he closes the door. “Sorry, hyungie. I’ll try again.”

Jungkook does try again. He tries with Jimin’s cute outfit, with Hobi-hyung’s kisses, but daddy doesn’t answer once he knows that Hoseok is the mastermind. Normally, he would respond if someone was trying to kiss them no matter what, even on the cheeks. He’d even playfully threatened some of their friends including Joon-hyung and Jin-hyung when they get too touchy. And he was always a little bit serious about it. But, for some reason, Yoongi and Hoseok always get a pass. The boys only question it sometimes in silence, but maybe Jungkook will ask sometime while Hobi-hyung is here.

“Oops, sorry.” Hoseok hears someone say after he completes his spin. He’s a co-instructor today, helping Jimin and Jungkook’s dance crew sharpen their dance just a little before the performance. He’s also good friends with Soonyoung, their instructor. But there’s a certain little predator in the class. A guy with ink black hair and an odd dimple in his chin that appears when he smiles apologetically at Jungkook after he slaps the back of the boy’s thigh for the second time now. It’s normal between friends of course, but Jungkook’s pout and the obvious way he tries to distance himself while still holding his position say otherwise. Other students were starting to give him looks too.

The third time, Jungkook’s starts slipping, obviously scared and looks about ready to cry and both Hoseok and Jimin have had enough. “Quit it, Huiyoung!” Jimin shouts, whipping around and marches to the back toward Jungkook. He shoves Huiyoung hard in the chest until he stumbles back then pulls Jungkook into him.

“What’s your problem, Jimin?” He’s got his palms up defensively, eyes wide in mock alarm.

“Jimin-” Soonyoung calls, but Hoseok stops him.

“No, he’s right.”

“Leave Jungkook alone!” He hugs Jungkook tighter when he flinches.

“Hyungie…”

“I didn’t-”

“You did, you asshole!”

“Huiyoung,” Said boy looks up and grits his teeth when he meets Hoseok’s stormy gaze. “Come on.” Hoseok gestures for him to follow as he walks outside. When they’re in the hallway and Hoseok’s sure no one’s passing he grips the younger by nape, satisfied when he winces and his eyes widen for real this time. He pulls him close slow, jaw clenched and eyes sharp. “You don’t wanna continue doing what you’re doing. You know who you’re dealing with when you mess with them?”

The boy nods curtly, more like a twitch of the head. “Kim.”

Hoseok nods, pulling him closer till their foreheads touch. The boy stiffens, trying to pull away but Hoseok holds him there. “Right. I don’t know what’s got you fooled that you could get away with this. And I hope to God for your sake that this is the first time you’ve tried something like that with him, because after Taehyung makes you sorry, I’ll reinforce it. So stop before it reaches there. Understood?”
“Y-Yeah.” He sees the tilt of Hoseok’s head and corrects quickly. “Yes, sir.”

Hoseok pats him roughly on the shoulder and walks back inside, but not before he throws another threat over his shoulder. “If I hear this wasn’t the first, I’ll be back." As soon as he steps back inside the anger vaporizes like it was never there.

After dance practice, Jungkook’s mood is still spoiled and he rides on Jimin’s back to where Yoongi’s parked outside. The older man has the hood up, pouring a gallon bottle of water into the radiator.

Hoseok whistles lowly from behind them and Jimin rolls his eyes with a smile as Hoseok attempts to flirt with Yoongi-hyung again. “Those jeans, hyung,” Hoseok says, voice strained like he’s pained.

“Shut up,” Yoongi mutters, not looking back at him.

The red head just laughs. “I never thought you actually came out of the car.”

“What do you know about what I do, brat?”

“Nothing, but when I can be one of the things you do, then let me know.”

Jimin and Jungkook snicker as they watch Yoongi spill some of the water terribly as a faint blush colors his cheeks.

Jimin takes the pictures when they’re in the car, nuzzling Jungkook’s nose and kissing him to get him out of his own head. It works eventually and the youngest’s starts giggling and pecking Jimin back. “Don’t get too touchy in the back there,” Yoongi says, glancing at them in the rear view mirror.

Hoseok laughs when Jimin sticks his tongue out at him. “He just wants to join, doesn’t he , Minnie?”

“Yeah, hyung’s just jealous.”

Yoongi doesn’t even argue.

Taehyung’s got his elbows on the counter top, gulping down a glass of water when the front door swings open. As soon as he stands, he’s got both arms full of the cutest giggling little princes. He sets down the glass, smiling, although he fully intended to brood a bit for show. “You missed me that much? I’m flattered.”

“Yeah, missed you, daddy.” Jimin says so sweetly Taehyung coos and kisses his forehead, heart in a puddle because Jimin’s practically melting in his arms. When he looks up, he catches a serious frown on Hoseok’s face, before it splits into a blinding smile.

“Hyung,” he breathes, frown falling back in place, though not as genuine as he intended it. Hoseok’s tanner than when he last saw him, looking handsomely weathered. The moment’s broken by Yoongi shoving him from the doorway with a murmured “don’t block my way.”
“So mean,” Hoseok pouts, but skips over to Taehyung and pulls him into a hug. “You look sharp in that suit, Taehyungie.”

“I try.”

Hoseok picks up on his lack of enthusiasm and pulls away as Yoongi leans over the island to ruffle Taehyung’s hair when he untangles from Hoseok. “Don’t brood, kid. I’m not letting him stay here,” Yoongi promises, tugging Taehyung’s tie loose.

He gives a gummy smile when Taehyung sighs audibly. “That’s not the problem. He used Jungkook to distract me,” he glares playfully, but Hoseok doesn’t acknowledge him, only reaches over to dap Jungkook.

A throaty chuckle escapes Yoongi as he leans heavily on the counter. “It’s not like Jimin and Jungkook don’t do that all the time. And they wanted him to stay.”

“Taehyungie’s just being spoiled. You three are all spoiled.”

“Hmm, you’re right,” Taehyung says, lifting Jungkook up on the counter and moving his glass out of reach when the younger goes to grab it. Jimin slots himself between Jungkook’s legs, Taehyung behind him. “Since we’re spoiled brats, you mature adults should get food for all of us…since you’re intruding,” he adds with a shrug and smirk.

Yoongi scoffs.

“We’re not intruding.” Hoseok pinches his cheek till he winces, but it doesn’t stop Taehyung.

“Of course you are.” He slides up against Jimin’s back, kissing his neck and slips his hands around to squeeze Jungkook’s waist. “We’ve got a lot to do, don’t we, Minnie, Koo?”

Jimin whines while Jungkook just presses closer, blushing.

“’S not gonna scare us, Taetae,” Hobi says, with a slap to Taehyung’s ass. “Come on, Yoonie-hyung…We’ll be back.”

Despite the apparent intrusion, they all stay and have dinner together. Hoseok and Yoongi are watching TV, making body-sized indents in Taehyung’s couch, and the man himself is sprawled between them somehow taking up most of the space. Jimin’s on Yoongi’s lap, legs over Taehyung’s thighs. He’s ignoring the TV, little fingers occupied in Taehyung’s messy hair. Jungkook is wrapped in Hoseok’s arms as quiet as a mouse. “Bunny~” Taehyung coos, tickling under his baby’s chin.

“Hmm?”

“Why’re you so quiet, pretty?”

Jungkook shakes his head, blinking sluggishly. “Nothin’. Just tired. Hobi-hyungie worked us hard today.”

“Strike two, hyung.” Taehyung says, leaning forward to knead Jungkook’s thigh. “Aigoo, my baby wants a massage? You tired too, Jiminnie?”
Jimin just shakes his head, eyes closing down. Jungkook rejects it too. He wiggles out of Hoseok’s grip, running into his bedroom. When he comes back, he’s got his pacifier in his mouth and another in his hand. Moving Jimin’s feet, he plops down in Taehyung’s lap and pushes the paci into Jimin’s pliant mouth. “Should’ve gotten one for Taehyungie too,” Yoongi teases and Taehyung pinches his side and apologizes to Jimin when they jostle him.

“Hobi-hyung,” he turns to the red-head, letting himself smile for real.

“Hmm?”

“I missed you.”

“Aahh, stop it. I almost believed you.”

“Well I won’t say it again so do what you want.”

“Brat.”

“Both your faults.”

Jungkook reaches for Hoseok's hand just to hold onto his thumb. Then he settles back against his daddy's chest, like he just needed the contact to relax. Hoseok grins mischievously at Taehyung like he knows he's won.

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Despite what Yoongi says (because he’s a wimp), Hoseok stays. He brings all his suitcases and takes up residence in the Kim-Park-Jeon household. And more than anything, it feels normal. Like it used to. It’s a deceptive little veneer. Hoseok and Yoongi use the advantage of his absence to steal Taehyung’s babies all week. He saw it coming, but what did shock him was the production they seemed to put on.

The first set of pictures was the preview to the real show. His boys get needy and restless without him, and his hyungs know this when they commandeer them for the week. It’s a smart ploy, Taehyung will give them that, keeping Jimin and Jungkook behind a one way mirror, but he saw it from the beginning, saw it on Hoseok’s face when he walked through the door.

Taehyung’s not angry, because they’re subtle about it, treading the fine line between asking and demanding. But the intentions irritate him.

Hyung, I know what you’re trying to do. You and Hobi-hyung.

It’s that Tuesday, when Taehyung’s testing guitar strings, that he gets the first video from Yoongi.

It’s dark and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s a movie theater, the clang of metal, fire of guns and hissing of curses. He makes out the whine before the face. Jimin’s side profile is sharp in the brief flashes of LED light. His eyes are bright and his shoulders are hunched like he’s scared. There’s another bang and Jimin throws a shaky smile at the camera, clearly frightened. “Scared, Minnie?” comes the low rumble of Yoongi’s voice and Taehyung makes out the shape of a hand patting Jimin’s bare thigh. Yoongi probably made sure he could.

“Yeah, a little.” Jimin, obedient little thing, goes easy when the older tells him to come here. The camera jostles and the last shot is of Jimin shifting in Yoongi’s lap saying that yeah, he’s comfortable. Meanwhile, Jungkook and Hoseok are a seat over, looking wholly in love with the movie.

And how do you feel about it? Don’t lie and say you mind all that much.

The next day, the video comes from Hoseok.

The packed and lighted shelf comes into view and Taehyung realizes they’re in a food-store, the one that he frequents. He hears Jungkook’s high-pitched giggling before the boy ricochets out into the isle as if he’d been thrown. He’s got a box of Pepero sticks in hand and a wide innocent smile on his face. He closes in on the camera until his features spread out comically and he blinks owlishly. It has Taehyung wanting to kiss his nose. “Daddy,” he calls quietly. “I know you probably won’t be home when we get there, but can we play the Pepero kiss game when you do?”

Hit him right where it hurts, huh? Jimin’s little hands appear before he does, snatching the box away from Jungkook and twirling away from him, eyes little starry crescents as he grins. Hoseok’s low chuckle sounds in the background, one of the rare less screechy ones. “How would you even decide a winner? You guys aren’t exactly averse to each other in any way.” Ignoring him, Jimin twirls back into Jungkook and kisses his pouted mouth.

“You’re right,” he says in between pecks, Jungkook blushing with his eyes trailing up the isle, presumably following a passer-by.

“You two should play with me,” Hoseok suggests and Taehyung can imagine him wiggling his eyebrows. “We would win, wouldn’t we, Kookie?” Using his baby’s competitiveness, sly bastard. Jungkook sassily rolls his eyes.

“I would win regardless of who I play with.”

“I like the sound of that,” is Yoongi’s only contribution to the conversation and the last thing Taehyung hears before the scene cuts. The suggestiveness of the remark leaves him distracted all day and pondering if they played the dumb game without him. He trusts his babies, but the thought just wouldn’t leave. And it isn’t exactly a bad brand of suspicion lumping in his throat. 

We don’t want in.

Taehyung’s sanding down the body of a piano when he receives on of the two videos that disturb his Thursday.

Yoongi sits in the driver’s seat of his car, tinted windows up and leg propped up on the dashboard, the gaping leg of his slacks exposing his pale ankle. He’s got a vanilla ice cream cone in his hand, rolling it around on his tongue like a cotton candy machine while humming noncommittally at the idle chatter of the boys. Soft smacking that could only be Jungkook eating acts makes the background noise. The camera switches to Jungkook who’s expectedly eating some kind of sweet treat not totally in view. Taehyung can guess that Hoseok is in the back, perched between the seats. “Nnnn,” Jungkook whines childishly even as he smacks away. His hand comes to grab weakly at Yoongi’s wrist, tugging gently until the older smiles fondly at him and lets his hand be pulled. Hoseok follows it and Taehyung curses them before he even sees.

“Greedy baby,” Yoongi jokes but Taehyung gasps at how good it sounds coming out of his mouth. Jungkook licks messily at the scoop, craning his head and coating his lips in the cream then slurps over the top and getting it on his chin. “Here.” The older turns his wrist, revealing the drop snaking down his hand and of course Jungkook licks that up too, tongue trailing wet up Yoongi's forefinger before he grins thankfully at the older.

Taehyung’s been holding his breath the hold time. When he kisses Jungkook next, Yoongi may still be on his lips.

So what do you want?

A heavy bass spills against the wine colored walls of Taehyung’s guest bedroom, beat silky and thrumming. It’s not loud so he hears the sighing creak of the mattress and the breathy giggle that follows. He can’t recall the song, but the need to drops right out of his head when Jimin saunters across the room, slow steps matching the rhythmic thump. He’s adorable in his loose white shorts and gradient knee-highs. Still, his smile is almost predatory as he sweeps a hand through his hair and his jacket falls off his slight shoulders. It’s exactly like when he teases Taehyung.

Yoongi’s got the camera this time because Hoseok’s leaning against the wall, watching as Jimin suddenly drops before Jungkook who’s sitting on the bed. He holds the younger’s knees and pulls himself back up, arching his back to pronounce the already prominent curve of his beautiful ass. Hoseok whistles lowly. Jimin leans in to feign a kiss but twirls away quickly. Hoseok smiles, the sinful one of his memories. “Did you dirty, baby.”

Jungkook pouts and makes to get up and chase his lips, but- “Stay there, Kookie,” Yoongi orders. The youngest looks at him, wide-eyed and a drop desperate, but Yoongi only chuckles and refocuses the lens on Jimin. He’s dancing, all graceful arms and hips with sharp shoulder movements and body pops. That smile is retained throughout his teasing. That’s what he’s doing; teasing Jungkook and in turn, all of them. That smile only falls when Hoseok moves in behind him, a requesting hand on his hip. Jungkook looks taken aback for a moment, but his gaze doesn’t leave that hand. He draws his plush lower lip into his mouth then looks to the camera, a glint of something like a question for permission in his eyes before he meets Jimin’s low eyes. Hoseok smiles over Jimin’s shoulder, pulling the blond back against him. Their bodies aren’t touching and the red-head keeps it that way. It’s enough for Taehyung to stay in denial of what’s happening before his eyes, isn’t it? But as soon as that thought comes, his brain calls bullshit, because with the way they roll together and the angle... Screw the truth because it looks like they’re touching and that look is all that matters right now. It messes with his head. Taehyung pauses the video...because he’s angry. Not at them, but that’s precisely why he’s angry.

The scene continues in his head as if it were still playing and this time Jimin’s pressed up against Hoseok’s chest, rolling his hips down as Hoseok’s roll up. They meet in the middle and Taehyung pulls at his hair. This isn’t supposed to happen! They’re crossing a line that’s been engraved in rock, deep and ancient. So why does Taehyung feel like he wants to fill it in and lead the way across?

I think you know.

“Taehyung?” Jin’s voice calls him back to consciousness. He gasps, the room suddenly filling with light that was always there but he’s just seeing since he unlocked his phone. His hands fall from his hair and he takes in his phone that’s face down on the floor and how he’s hunched over the naked wood of the piano. “You okay?” He must look hysterical, eyes wild and hair mussed.

“Um...” his jaw clenches as the memory slaps him vividly across the eyes. He blinks it away and looks at his work. The tendrils of wood sway languidly with the gentle breeze from the open window and he watches the teeter of the electric sander on the edge of the piano hood. ‘We don’t want in,’ Yoongi had said. He finds his breath again. “Yeah, hyung. Yeah, I’m okay.”

Yoongi and Hoseok are gone by the time he arrives home. He’s a bit disappointed because he had just steeled himself to talk this all out, but perhaps it’s for the best.

He finds Jimin in his bathroom, washing his hands with a pepero stick idly in his mouth. “Taetae?” He looks and sounds so innocent, a little lamb. Taehyung doesn’t know how he manages it.

The brunette sighs then marches forward, pulls the stick from Jimin’s mouth, drops it and backs him up against the wall. He finally sees what looks like a smidgen of guilt on his baby’s face and it flares something in him that’s hot like earlier. “What the fuck did you think you were doing, huh?” he growls and it’s unintentional. Jimin holds onto his shoulders, chest rising visibly with a deep inhale. He looks down and his lips quiver just the slightest bit before he attempts an explanation.

“I- I’m-” Taehyung traps it with a tight grip under Jimin’s jaw then kisses it away, tugging harshly at the boy’s lips until his wet little fingers snag on his work shirt from the pain. Jimin whines into his mouth.

“Don’t,” He chastises, dipping into the blond’s neck, pressing him harder into the wall and his whine cuts off into a choked gasp. Taehyung digs rough fingers into the soft curve of Jimin’s ass, nails and all and Jimin shudders violently, crying out.

“Daddy...”

“Don’t.” He bites at Jimin’s skin, the younger letting his head loll with a whimper. Jimin should be apologizing right now. Daddy somehow knows what he did, at least Jimin thinks he knows. Why else would he be so angry? Even as guilt seeps into him, heat overtakes it and he can’t help liking the rough treatment. Of course, Taehyung notices. “Slutty little thing. You’re getting hard, aren’t you?” His daddy slips a leg between his thighs, pressing against the pitiful little bulge and eliciting a squeak. “Did you get hard for hyungs too?”

“Noo-”

“Wasn’t for you to answer, Jimin.” He bites high up under Jimin’s ear until it blossoms red. The boy jolts, feeling the pain more than the pleasure now. Daddy’s calling him by his name. “Was it when Yoongi-hyung put you in his lap? Did you like sitting pretty like his little doll?” Jimin curls into himself as much as Taehyung’s body will allow, feeling tears well in eyes as he shakes his head. “Or was it when Hoseok-hyung teased you with his cock. Did you like how he held you, baby? Wanted him to give it to you?” Jimin pushes weakly on Taehyung’s chest, his chin shoved against his own chest by his denial.

“No! No! Daddy, no! M-Minnie didn’t.” Taehyung doesn’t budge, instead pressing Jimin back into the wall a bit harder than he intended. His kitten’s back hits the wall and he feels a tad remorseful when he hears the dull thud. His hands run up the loose legs of his white shorts and he squeezes at the soft flesh until Jimin winces.

Leaning into Jimin’s ear, he whispers: “Who owns this ass, baby?” Then leans back to see the effect. At this point, Jimin’s looking up at him, helpless tears trailing his face, chest heaving softly and Taehyung’s not going to lie, his crying is satisfying.

“You.”

“I can’t hear you.” Jimin wants to whine, but daddy’s hand moves back up to his jaw, bruising with his fingertips and pulling his head back up. The little blonde doesn’t dare make a sound. The sternness in daddy’s eyes mutes him, mutes most of his thoughts too, until all he can think about is how bad he’s been. It makes him so sad, Daddy’s ashamed of him. He cries and he wishes his tears were enough to baptise him and make him a better baby. Daddy’s grip tightens on his ass and his voice is steeled and unsweetened. “Who owns this pussy? Answer me, kitten.”

“You do! Daddy does.” Heat floods Jimin’s cheeks as he feels himself twitch and leak at the punishment that he’s supposed to despise. But he watches his daddy’s eyes grow darker as his own breathing becomes more frantic and he can’t help himself. A slap resounds off the tiled walls and Jimin startles and feels his ass sting.

“So I don’t have to remind you, right? Don’t have to open you up on my cock for you to get it, right?” Another slap. “You know where not to put it, don’t you?” Jimin gasps, drowning in his headspace, not even trying to deny his wrongdoings even though he didn’t quite do anything. Everything besides his daddy’s voice is white noise in his head, his own thoughts too. He shakes his head in daddy’s grip, not trying to break free, just trying to convey that he’s learned his lesson. Saliva gathers in his mouth as he cries.

“Noo, nooo. M-Minnie will be good...promise!”

“That’s not the lesson, sweetheart. Why will you be good?”

Jimin’s hands slide down to grip the hem of his daddy’s shirt where it’s been drawn out from the belt. “Because...Because daddy owns my pussy.”

It all breaks in a second, throwing Jimin like always and daddy’s voice is sweet again. “Mmm...My pretty baby. My good boy.” He sounds satisfied and Jimin’s so happy in that moment. Daddy lifts him, wrapping him up in his arms and kissing his tears. Taehyung feels like he’s on some sort of high; Hoseok and Yoongi were the cause of his withdrawal and Jimin’s submission is his drug. But it fogged his judgement too. Something’s about to hit him hard, an epiphany maybe. “Where’s Kookie,” he asks, needing his other boy with him too. But it seems the boy knows he was needed. “Daddy made...” Jungkook emerges from the doorway, mumbled words inaudible. He stands demure with his hands folded in front of him.

“Huh?” Taehyung says dumbly. There’s a blush high on his bunny’s cheeks and he’s not looking at them. Jungkook mumbles again. Taehyung jerks his chin at him. “C’mere, bun. Speak up.”

Jungkook shuffles in closer. “Not gonna punish Kookie too, right? Daddy made it seem okay for- for Hobi-hyungie and Yoonie-hyungie to...” His eyes flutter as he looks up then down then up again, treading extremely carefully. Taehyung understands and he gasps so hard it’s like his lungs harden up in his chest like some sort of magical cement. Jimin must feel him wilt in his arms because the boy holds on tighter, stuttering to try and reassure him, but no actual words come out.

He made it seem okay for Yoongi and Hoseok to touch them like he does. He didn’t set boundaries with them, so Jimin and Jungkook were confused as to how far to let them go and they probably thought the videos were consensual on his part.

Weren’t they? He didn’t object. Shit, that’s what he feels like. He basically waltz them over into two other men’s arms and then blamed them for it. And he knew, of course he did. He just needed to hear it out loud. The weakness filtering into his legs makes him set Jimin down on the counter. He kisses the boy’s cheeks like he’s petting petals. His little fairy keeps a hold on him for comfort, but he’s still in headspace so Taehyung rubs at his cheek to convey that it’s okay and he can stay there.

The brunette can feel Jungkook’s eyes on him and before he can think about what Jungkook must be thinking about, the youngest pushes into his side, shoving his head underneath his arm and hugging him tight, those bright eyes making him want to smile, but he can’t manage at the moment. “You didn’t mind, did you, Tae?”

It’s a rare moment when Jungkook fully waives little space and it catches both of them off guard; the deeper tone of his voice. He tightens his grip around Jungkook and Jimin leans into his chest. Jungkook’s fingers creep into Taehyung’s hair and it works miracles on his tattered mind. “There are-” he breathes. “Things I do mind, but...I don’t mind...them touching you both.”

It doesn't sound like much of a revelation in the private space of their bathroom and he wonders why.

“Mmm. I’ve noticed you’re always lenient with them.” Jungkook kisses his jaw and rubs Jimin’s thigh. “Was gonna ask why, but all this happened.”

“You don’t sound mad,” Taehyung observes and Jungkook giggles.

“Why would I be? Are you mad, Jiminnie-hyung?” Jimin sits up so quickly, they’re surprised he didn’t bounce on the marble. Shaking his head, he mumbles something and shakes his head.

“Why?” His voice is just a sleepy whine. Taehyung’s so sorry for pushing him. “Does daddy like them too?”

Taehyung kisses his pout. “There was...a time, yeah. Guess the leeway we used to give each other still lingers.” Neither of his babies looks surprised and it makes him think. Was their behavior obvious in some way? So in lieu of continuing he prompts. “You knew.” He knows it’s fact.

Jungkook’s fingers snag in his hair unintentionally, a grounding little pull. “There’s a kind of language between you three,” Jungkook says, looking thoughtful. “That’s only between lovers.”

Taehyung gives a small bitter laugh. “Yeah...It happened in college. The three of us.”

“Was it like us?” Jimin asks.

“Nah...” He caresses the boy’s arm. “We all...liked the same things. ‘T’s why I think they like you two.”

Jimin's pulling at Jungkook's ear distractedly when he says: "We don't mind them too."

He says it so simply, grammar messy and easy on the ears.

Yeah, I know. I don't mind.

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Sooooo sorry guys. It may seem like I;ve abandoned this story but rest asssured I HAVE NOT. IT WILL BE COMPLETED. I've just been slacking and busy as usual. The next chapter will be out in April. Late April, then I will have time again woohoo. Love you guys. Thanks so much for putting up with me. Kisses!

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“Palms flat for me, bun.”

A guttural whine escapes Jungkook as his still sleeping muscles are forced to bend till his palms touch the floor. “Good boy,” his daddy compliments with a large hand on the small of his back to steady him.

He hears a giggle and feels a kiss at the back of his left thigh and he looks up from between the small gap of his knees to see Jiminnie winking at him, the older’s chin and chest rested on their daddy’s thighs who's sitting on the bed beside him and Jimin’s legs stretched out in a full split across the bed. “Such a good boy, Kookie.”

“Thank you, hyungie.” Jimin coos at him.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Taehyung runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, a thought crossing his mind as he soaks in the soft silky strands. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, bunny?”

Jungkook wiggles his pale green short clad bottom at Taehyung and the brunette smirks, knowing what he wants before he asks. “Can you-”

He delicately kisses both clothed cheeks. “No, beauty, daddy’s not touching you before your dance today.”

He can’t have them strained in any way before their dance. It’s why he’s making them stretch early. The quick stretches before performances are sometimes inadequate. Jungkook had pulled a muscle before as a result, so Taehyung’s not taking any more chances. He ignores Jungkook’s whine and pulls the boy’s hands through between his legs, watching his calf muscles pull tight to keep his balance. Jungkook groans and Jimin gets up on his knees, turns around and lies back on Taehyung’s thigh with his legs bent behind him. “So about this plan, doll?” He says it casually as if Jungkook isn’t groaning about his aching muscles with his ass in his face.

“Hobi-hyung said he’d take us out tonight to celebrate.” Jimin rolls smoothly over and up until he’s back-hugging his daddy, cheek puffing out cutely when it’s squished against his jaw. “The crew is going out too, but hyungies said they’d baaaabysit us cause they know you’re gonna worry.”

Taehyung chuckles breathily as Jimin sings through his explanation, holding still as the boy tries to rock him from side to side. He doesn’t want Jungkook to face-plant the floor. “Good, gonna need it.”

“Are not,” Jungkook argues, whiny lilt to his voice.

“Are to, baby.” He releases one of Jungkook’s hands to knead his fingers into the back of the boy’s thighs, feeling them loosen and give under his touch. He guides Jungkook up with a hand on his waist and the younger turns on him and pokes his nose.

“I can handle my liquor.”

It brings a laugh from him and Jimin. “You can barely handle your banana milk, little one.” He pulls Jungkook in to sit on his lap, Jimin kissing the youngest from over Taehyung’s shoulder. “It knocks you right out.” Taehyung clicks his tongue, letting his head loll to the side, teasing.

A slow smile spreading, Taehyung watches Jungkook pout, upset as he draws his shoulders up and glares from behind his bangs. He pinches his daddy’s cheek with the little tips of his fingers peeking out from his huge white hoodie. Taehyung pouts right back at him, amusement making his eyes glitter. “Daddy wrong, princess?”

“Shu-” cue Jimin kissing his bratty defensiveness from his lips. Jungkook is successfully silent for a moment and Jimin moves in for another kiss, his gorgeous smile, bright even from behind. But his face smacks into Jungkook’s hand with a crude sound, drawing a whine from the older boy.

Taehyung firmly pinches Jungkook’s thigh, watching his mouth open wide in protest. It’s cute, but he realizes it won’t work and holds Taehyung’s wrist until he lets go, giving him those cliché puppy eyes. Then his bunny pouts harder at him like he’s the one in the wrong. “Don’t hit your hyung.” He holds Jimin’s face between two fingers to puff out his cheeks for a kiss, cooing at him when he complains unnecessarily like usual, just wanting more attention.

Jungkook’s about to hit him again, on his thigh where daddy won’t see him, but Taehyung catches his wrist. And the little brat smiles because he knows he’s about to be scolded so he pushes his daddy’s chest hard until he falls back onto a squeaking Jimin.

“Jimin," he gasps.

“I’m okay, daddy,” Jimin huffs as Taehyung lifts up on his elbows to let Jimin crawl out from under him. “You’re not that heavy.”

“Hm. Good.” He pulls Jimin’s head down for a kiss while his other hand curls around Jungkook’s neck, thumb caressing threateningly at his Adam’s apple.

Jungkook stays crouched over him, whimpering at the threat and at being left out of the kiss. The wet smacks of lips are intentionally loud, he knows. But when he whines, daddy just tightens his grip, the pressure increasing on Jungkook’s throat, cutting off his air. “Daddy…”

“Don’t whine, Jungkook.” And his attention is back on Jimin whose nosing at his neck. Daddy teases, kissing Jimin then turning his head away fast before the younger can get to him and he repeats it. “You stretched enough, babydoll?”

Jimin, heavy-eyed from the kiss, blushes, trying to tear his eyes away from his daddy’s lips. Daddy chuckles and Jungkook watches his throat bob. “Dirty little boy.”
Jimin pouts, stuttering his defense. “No…M-Minnie wasn’t- ”

“You were, angel,” he smiles. “Don’t worry. Later we’ll play. Give me a frog stretch and then you’re done, kay?”

He instructs Jimin onto his elbows and knees and tugs his knees apart till there’s just the slightest bit of resistance. Jungkook, he instructs onto his back. He’s about to push his leg up beside his head when Yoongi walks in without a knock. He looks funereal in his murky purple jersey and sweats. Hoseok trails behind, his bright “good morning!” as bright as his fiery hair.

It looks like all Taehyung’s emotions- the vibrant yet low burning desire, the self-hate and guilt and the need to mask it all under shadows so it doesn’t show on his face. He finds his jaw locked with an irritating anticipation. Yoongi meets his eyes, low and dark with lethargy and strangely attractive in the meager light of his bedroom. The hesitation is visible in Jungkook and Jimin, their forms rigid and awaiting his reaction. There’s something else too, maybe the same want swelling in Taehyung’s gut.

Hoseok stops at the edge of the bed and looks nothing short of powerful and scandalous standing over the boys’ suggestively splayed bodies. “No manners, Taehyungie,” he scolds with a husky tease in his tone and a salacious grin that Taehyung remembers well as his fingers gently ripple through Jungkook’s hair then creep down his jaw.

Hoseok’s eyes don’t leave Taehyung’s. His little bunny blushes under their attention, peachy lips popping open as he looks between them. There’s thick tension in the air, coiled tight like a whip ready to snap, like a challenge. In the corner of his eye, Yoongi’s curling his weathered piano fingers around the soft back of Jimin’s thigh. The boy jolts, adorable little noise escaping. He looks up at his daddy from where he is on his elbows and the older catches a blistering simper in his eyes. That’s it, Taehyung mentally coaxes. Just like that. He can see Jimin submitting to Yoongi. Before he thinks about his words, he’s talking. “You know you don’t wanna tease. So don’t.” The whip comes loose, slicing through no resistance at all.

“Noted,” Hoseok says. And Taehyung asks himself if that’s all there is. “Heard you being a brat, Jungkookie.”

“W-Wasn’t, hyungie! I-” Hoseok slides a finger over Jungkook’s lips, silencing him. It trails down over his neck and chest and suddenly stops. Then Jungkook’s crying out at the crack of Hoseok’s palm on his outer thigh. It startles all of them. Jungkook’s breath becomes heavy instantly, thigh tensing momentarily like he’s waiting for more. Then he remembers he’s supposed to complain and whines, looking offended. “Daddy!” Taehyung just raises an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t daddy me. You know you deserve that. Only because you’re dancing today, I won’t give you more.”

Yoongi choose then to press down on the small of Jimin’s back, the boy’s knees sliding apart slow till his hips touch the bed. They all watch that beautiful arch of his back, but Taehyung’s only thinking of being interrupted and he feels his jaw clench. There something about them touching his boys like this that he hates and loves, something about the stolen authority, the audacity. It’s bittersweet and addicting. Jimin only releases a tiny exhale and a tinier moan. It makes Yoongi smirk and he looks at Taehyung, an almost challenge in his eyes. “Look at him.” He turns back to Jimin and runs a hand up his spine, sighing in appreciation. “So pliant. You’re a treat, sunshine.”

Taehyung leans in to caress Jimin’s hair. “Tell hyung thank you, Minnie. You too, Kookie. Tell Hobi-hyung thank you.”

It takes a moment, but they both comply, Jimin sighing out his thanks and Jungkook frowning through his.

Morning routines go a bit differently. Taehyung drops the boys to school and Yoongi and Hoseok tag along. Taehyung’s cotton candy haired angels were a lot demurer on the drive than usual, timid with the instant change in dynamic. How are they supposed to take this? There are questions to be answered and Taehyung intended to talk to his hyungs and establish decorum, but they decided to give their own introduction first. It kind of agitated Taehyung, like waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but he’s not surprised. However, the effects were obvious. Jungkook’s silence and Jimin’s fidgeting. They had both sat through the drive with their heads down. Déjà vu hit Taehyung hard. It was like when their dynamic was just developing, embryonic and shy.

“Need anything else?” Taehyung takes Jimin and Jungkook by the jaws and pulls them in for a slow three-way kiss. He laughs into the kiss when Jungkook’s heavy duffel bag swings forward and the boy stumbles with it, lips pressing harder against theirs. Jimin moans as Taehyung licks over his lips and sucks at both their lower lips.

“Nuh-uh,” they say simultaneously as they pull away, blushing and so aware of Yoongi and Hoseok’s presences in the back seat.

“Good.” Their daddy smiles like he never told a lie in his life. “Call me if anything. I’ll be back at 1.”

They nod with tiny ‘okays.’ Jimin takes Jungkook’s hand in his own and tangles their fingers before they walk away.

Sitting back against the grey leather seat, Taehyung’s smile drops like gold in water, his eyes darkening. “Don’t touch them like that without my permission.”

“So do we have permission?” Yoongi drawls, no laid foundation, rolling his eyes. Taehyung glares, but it’s unseen.

“Little late, don’t ya think?” Hobi supplies, shoulders pressed into the leather.

A pause causes Yoongi to finally meet Taehyung’s eyes through the rear-view. His pale face gives nothing away, but the way he still tells Taehyung he’s got his full attention. His voice comes out low like a whisper, but as sharp as the black shoulders of his suit. “Yeah. And if we’re doing this we’re playing by my rules.”

One of those sleazy smiles molds itself into Hoseok’s face again and Yoongi relaxes with a soft chuckle and an offended shake of the head. They should be taking this just a bit more seriously. “You think we don’t know how to take care of submissives, Tae? Don’t forget we’ve been in this game longer than you.”

Taehyung turns as far as his position at the wheel lets him and levels Yoongi with a look. “No. And no disrespect, hyung, but, I’m saying I know how to take care of my submissives better than you do and if you’re looking for an in, it’ll be by my rules. And this isn’t a game. These are my babies. Any arguments?” He looks between both men, seeing no impending rise.

“I hear you, kid,” Hoseok agrees. “Lay em on us.”

Yoongi gives him a look loaded with emotion, something like empathy and it’s enough for him to start talking.

They decide on base rules for Yoongi and Hoseok and the boys.

Caregiver Rules

No touching without permission
No physical punishments (time outs, no play time)
No undressing babies unless I give permission

Taehyung’s laughing to himself at his desk about how Hoseok had complained about the boys being able to tease but them being unable to touch. He had simply said that’s what made it fun. His thoughts are interrupted by Jimin and Jungkook’s voices singing ‘Oppaya’ from his phone. He looks at the time. It’s 12pm. He’s still got an hour left. Why are they calling?

“Something wrong, kitten?”

Jimin’s voice comes through. “Nothing! Sorry for bothering you, daddy. But where are you gonna be in the crowd?”

“You’re not bothering, baby. I’ll be right up front and center. Is that good?”

“Yeah! Just wanted to know.”

“Ok, baby. What are you boys doing now?”

“Daddy, you’re not supposed to be making conversation. You’ve got work to do.”

Well shit. “But you called me. I can multitask.”

“Not with work, you can’t. But if you’ve gotta know….mmmmm I won’t tell you!” Then he giggles, squeaking at the end like he does then hangs up. Little brat. Taehyung only sighs. No getting out of work for him.

Ironically, at 12:30 he’s sneaking out, pass Namjoon’s office to get to the performance on time. Why did he put the man right next to him? He shakes his head as he looks through the sky light at Namjoon pushing marshmallows into his mouth. If he had time, he would take a video, but more blackmail worthy material shall come later.

The dance is set inside the auditorium, unlike the rest of the clubs. It is part of a talent show hosted by a group of students from each club. Hoseok thinks it’s brilliant, smiling the whole time and buying snacks stalls along the way. It’s loud outside and even more so inside. There are colors everywhere, but the dark mutes it. Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi sit through two performances, one a ventriloquist, one a pianist. They were fairly good, especially the pianist, but then the MC, wearing a frog costume and a choker that’s probably supposed to look like a frog’s tongue, announces ‘BT21’ performing a mix of Sunmi’s ‘Gashina’.

A slew of boys and girls walk out on the shiny beige platform. The stage is high and the lights are blinding, but they allow Taehyung to easily spot his boys. Jungkook sees him immediately, all those gorgeous teeth appearing in a grin. He and Jimin’s hair is caught up in two adorable buns that leave their bangs in their eyes. They’re all in red and black. Jungkook in red leather choker and black jeans that are ripped at the thighs and hang low on his hips, a black shirt with a smattering silver chains over the shoulders that hangs between his thighs and gives teasing glimpses of his little netted waist. He drops to the floor in front of the stage and his smile drops with it, eyes focused. Jimin is hard to see among the taller bodies until they all sit on the floor in a ring formation with Jungkook. Jimin is in the center, black fish nets up to his chest and along his arms. It’s covered by a loose sleeveless black tank-top that turns red and loops around his neck. It’s tucked into tiny red shorts that hug his every curve sinfully. His lips are just as red and he blows a kiss to Taehyung when he sees him. Taehyung makes a dramatic show of catching it and blowing one back. It makes Jimin giggle, no form of stage-shy.

Hoseok whistles next to him and he doesn’t have to think about what Yoongi’s eyes are locked on as he slumps in his seat comfortably with his arms folded.

Gashina starts to play and Taehyung doesn’t know the dance, but he’s sure Hoseok does with his ‘ooo’s and mumblings about the changes. Jimin’s worrying was for nothing, as usual. They all move as one unit, fluid and mesmerizing across the stage, eliciting screams from the crowd when they hit a beat just right. It’s amazing how his boys are so cute and can play at innocent so well and be so damn seductive on stage. Taehyung can pick out the parts that are just for him, two performances in one. When Jungkook turns backward and looks back over his shoulder with his lower lip caught between his teeth, he crosses his arms above his head and shakes his ass till he’s back on his knees. When the song changes to a Caribbean dancehall beat and Jimin catches his eye. He drops to his knees, swings his neck back and drags a finger sinfully slow down his lips. Then he smiles and Taehyung’s glad he’s taking them home. Both his boys flip put their heads on the floor and flip over, criss-crossing each other, landing on their stomachs like it’s nothing and slapping their hips against the floor twice to the lyrics “tik-tok.”

Yoongi leans into his ear and says “this is gonna be awkward to do together.”

Taehyung knows what he means. When they all ‘play’ together. But he doubts it will be, because, they won’t be doing much together and his babies usually don’t pull the seduction card on them.

The whole place erupts when they finish and Taehyung immediately gets up to go back stage, smile plastered on his face because of how proud he is. His hyungs follow him.

“Taetae!” It’s Jimin. He squeezes between his members, calling Jungkook with a wave of his hand just to stop short and frown up at Taehyung.

“What is it?”

He flicks his hands out, looking down at himself in disgust. “’M sweaty.”

Sucking his teeth, Taehyung tugs Jimin’s shirt back in place over his nipple and pulls him in for a hug. “Like I care. C’mon, Minnie.”

“Ewwie,” he says, muffled into his daddy’s neck.

“Daddy,” Jungkook pants, not caring to not call Taehyung daddy in public. He smiles at his baby and pulls him into the hug.

“You boys did spectacular. Kill me every time.”

Hoseok joins the hug because he can’t wait his turn and ruffles their hair. “Ahh I wish I could take you two with me when I go back to school.”

“Ahh too bad,” Yoongi sasses as Jungkook pulls away to hug him. “Did amazing, Kookie.”

“Thank you, hyungie.”

Pulling away to kiss Jimin’s forehead, Taehyung rambles. “I’ve gotta go back to work, babes. Joonie-hyung’s gonna have my ass. I’ll bring something back for you two. Listen to hyungs at the party, ok? And-”

“Call you if anything happens,” Jungkook supplies. “We know.” His bunny tries to turn him around and push him away, but he rebounds.

“No. Well, yes, but…” He pulls Jimin in and pinches his arm. The boy pouts, looking confused as a whimper escapes him. “And you, don’t you hang up on me again, understood, babydoll?” Jimin nods frantically, trying to pry his daddy’s fingers off. “Got to talk to you boys later tonight or tomorrow too. Whichever works.”

He shares a knowing look all of them and he knows they know what he means.

With an appeasing kiss to Jimin’s pouted mouth and more kisses from Hoseok, Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi leave them to get ready for the party.

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Yoongi slams his forehead on the steering wheel of his car, the machine coming to life with a shout. But not even the blaring horn can drown out Hoseok’s obnoxious laughter. They had returned to the school to see the boys to the party after Taehyung had gone back to work. Right now, they’re in the parking lot, Yoongi taking a minute to truly appreciate the strength of scientific laws (namely opposites attract), because he never understands how he and Hoseok ever became friends when they’re clearly two opposite breeds.

Elegantly strutting into the lot is hell in heels and hair buns, also known as Taehyung’s boyfriends, also known as ‘not theirs.’ Their rules ring loud in Yoongi’s ears and threaten to give him a headache.

No touching without permission

No physical punishments (time outs, no play time)

No undressing my babies unless I give permission

The first and last rules are fighting Armageddon with his risqué thoughts as he looks up. Meanwhile, Hoseok is…leaning his whole torso out the window and cat-calling them closer, clearly thinking with his dick or has a damn high temptation tolerance. Inconsiderate. There’s a reason Yoongi is usually so icily dismissive to certain things. It’s because he knows what the hell he can’t handle. Keyword, hell.

Jungkook has the audacity to look shy with those thighs wrapped tight in thin black leggings and chest in a black leather corset-style crop top. Jimin’s got the world’s confidence in the tiniest pair of denim overalls he’s ever seen and a tight white lace crop top under it. When he twirls, heels clacking against the tar, Yoongi gapes and Hoseok curses lowly. There’s a very deliberate rip across his right ass-cheek. There’s nothing under it and Yoongi wants to go back to sleep. He’s mentally trying to sweeten his reprimand when Hoseok opens his door, the sound breaking his thoughts. “You do what you can, hyung.”

Slurping softly, he curses. “Fuck you and your baseless optimism.” But he’s just jealous.

Hoseok laughs. “Stick to just cursing, hyung. Don’t try and put big words in there.” Yoongi’s about to reach over and knock him in the head, but the younger leans too far out. “Come here, flower.” He curls an arm around Jimin’s waist and the boy gracefully falls into his lap. “Oooo,” Hoseok breathes, tracing his fingers down the curve of Jimin’s waist from behind and up to the dip of his spine between the straps of his overalls and up more to the studded choker tight around his neck. Jimin breathes a giggle, squirming at the ticklish feeling. “You look…”

“Like our one-way ticket to Taehyung’s fist.” Yoongi mutters miserably. Jungkook pulls open his door and tries to climb into Yoongi’s lap, but the older keeps him at arm’s length, trying to calm himself so his slight panic doesn’t show on his face. It gets him an instant pout and pleading doe eyes that have him holding his breath in silent frustration. “What are trying to make me do, Jeon Jungkook?”

Jungkook plays innocent, tilting his head and all that shit while the arch of his naked back and curve of his ass as he bends over and flex of his thigh and…

“Love me!” he exclaims adorably and clambers his way into his hyung’s lap, brushing his hands away and almost kneeing the car into reverse. And Yoongi still loves him.

"Relax, Yoonie-hyungie,” Hoseok teases, laughing at his no doubt pink cheeks then he looks back at Jimin then to Jungkook and his tone turns serious. “You two mind being a bit late?”

Jimin turns to sit sideways in his lap, hooking his elbow around the seat and blinking at Hoseok. “You aren’t gonna drive us into a lake, right?”

Hoseok hugs him tight with a coo. “You’ve been watching too many movies, baby.”

“We just wanna talk.” Yoongi answers.

“Mm-mm, it’s okay.”

Yoongi pulls Jungkook chest to chest, watching his curious eyes move in the dark. “You know we’ve made a deal of sorts with your daddy.”

“Yeah. Daddy says you all used to be together like us.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s right. Though, not exactly.”

Jimin pitches in, looking concerned. “Why’d it stop? What happened?”

Hoseok picks absentmindedly at the threads of Jimin’s overalls. His tone is almost somber when he speaks, like he’s recalling a sad memory. He stays casual about it, though. “We…” He looks to Yoongi. “couldn’t satisfied one another. It got chaotic.”

“Whatdoyou mean?” Jungkook.

“We would take turns, try to dominate each other. The one playing submissive would be unsatisfied. It was fine. Fun. Hot. But sometimes someone would go too far, hurt someone, or fight back. We’d have to stop and the mood would die. Got busy with work and got tired of the cycle. Couldn’t ever just fall into it and let go so it lost its purpose. It was more sex than a relationship. Blowing off steam, but too much steam can get too hot.” He shrugs.

“It’s cause we played submissive,” Yoongi clarifies. “There was always a compromise and too many hard limits. Hobi hated being manhandled. I didn’t like being talked down and Tae didn’t like being penetrated.” Jimin nods. The streetlight flickers on and lights up his golden hair. It breaks the somber reminiscence and they all take a breath.

“Moving on,” Hobi laughs. “How do you boys feel about us invading? What do you want from this and tell us what not to do.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook brings a thumb to his chin, kicking his feet till he remembers there’s not enough space. “It’s not invading. We both said okay when daddy asked. Plus, hyungies are already like our caregivers and- and we can play more!” His voice gets higher, littler as he speaks and Yoongi smiles.

“That what you want?”

“Uh-huh.” His head jerks in a nod. “And it helps daddy cause he says Kookie and Minnie-hyungie are two handfuls.” He giggles and Hobi slaps a hand to his heart.

“So thoughtful.”

“What about what you’re uncomfortable with? Punishments? Boundaries? How much are we allowed to see?”

Jimin answers so quickly it makes Yoongi’s heart clench at his trust. “Everything. Hyungies can see everything…if daddy’s okay with it. Punishments are fine too just…don’t leave us alone. It’s the worst.” His lower lip juts out hard and Jungkook nods.

“And sex?”

“Um.” He gets preciously shy about it, pressing his knees together and bunching his shoulders with a blush. “Just…Just do what daddy says.”

“Ok, so you still want him to be in charge?” Hoseok asks to clarify.

“Yeah. And no…no…”

“Tell us, angel. It’s whatever you want,” Yoongi encourages.

He bats his eyes at Yoongi, his voice bleeding into a whisper. “No going inside. You can with fingers, but no…only daddy.”

Hoseok frowns, watching Jungkook frown at Jimin, but he kisses Jimin’s temple nonetheless. “Okay, love. You agree, Kookie?” The youngest just nods, still staring at Jimin.

“Last thing,” the oldest announces and everyone looks to him expectantly. “Safe-words.”

“Minnie’s is mango.”

“And Kookie’s is oppa.”

Hoseok bursts out laughing again. “Typical.”

Somewhere between getting the boys out of their laps and arriving at the club in the spit of the streetlight, Jimin and Jungkook slip out of headspace. The club is only half full, a crowd on the dancefloor and the other crowd is the dance crew that are ironically gathered at the bar-counter. The music is soft enough that they don’t have to shout to hear each other.

They can see someone attempting to stand on the counter and the bartender, Jaebum, pushes the boy’s knees out from under him so he’s standing on the floor again. The boy gives him a pout and then a blinding smile and they’re close enough to see that it’s Ten, leaning his entire upper body on the counter to try and flirt with Jaebum. “First time I’ve seen that technique,” Hoseok says from behind them, having to physically pull Yoongi closer to the crowd, because he knows the older wants a drink but hates humans enough to deny himself.

Jungkook laughs. “Yeah, poor Jaebum. Scolding is like a mating call to Tennie.”

“Tennie…” Hoseok coos at the nickname. “That’s so cute.”

“Kook! Jimin-hyung!” Yugyeom appears from nowhere to sling his long arms around Jungkook’s neck. “You’re here. I’m surprised Tae-hyung let you come out.” He whistles low when he gets a good look of the boys, giving them a scandalous eye. “Damn.”

“Hoseokie-hyung and Yoonie-hyung are with us so that’s why,” Jungkook says softly, slightly struggling for breath in Yugyeom’s hold. Still, he returns the hug.

Jimin pouts and loosens Yugyeom’s grip so Jungkook can breathe. “We wanted to come so we came,” he corrects.

“Ooo, sounds fun.” Ten says, sleazy smile on as he slithers into the microscopic space between Jimin and Jungkook and attaches himself to Jimin’s waist.

“Are you done with your conquest?”

“No,” he whispers into Jimin’s neck.

Jimin can get from his disheartened tone that he was turned down. “Aigoo, it’s okay.”

Predictably, he perks up quickly. “I did get him to blush, though.” Jimin giggles.

“Aaand, I got me a sexy Jiminnie to dance with.”

They all eventually get to the bar, Yoongi trying to hide behind the people before Hoseok drags him to the front to congratulate the crew and announce him as his boyfriend (which is a lie). When the crowd settles and scatters among the other wayward bodies, Yoongi pulls them both in, looking miles more intimidating than a second ago with the blackish silver lights hashing across his face. “Listen,” he tries to pull them between his spread knees but there isn’t enough space so he crowds them in at his sides, Hoseok eyeing him on his stool. “Stay in my line of sight if Hobi isn’t with you. Jimin, no more than five of anything. Jungkook, no more than three drinks, you little lightweight.” He looks between them. “If I smell straight whiskey on either of your breaths, there’ll be a problem, got it?”

“But hyung~” Jimin whines, looking about ready to stomp his feet. “What if it’s just a little. And how are we gonna hide if you’re at the bar?” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms like Yoongi’s conditions are the dumbest things he’s ever heard.

“Drop that attitude, little one,” Hoseok cuts in. “You think we don’t know you’ll send someone here to buy you drinks.” Jimin’s chin drops a bit, looking a little guilty already. “And hyung said how no whiskey. What does that mean, Jimin?”

He pouts as he answers, Jungkook looking sympathetic even though he can’t relate because he doesn’t even like drinking. “None at all.”

“Good.”

“Park twin number one!” Jimin looks over his shoulder and immediately perks up. It’s Chaeyoung, her girlfriend, Lisa in tow, body swaying skillfully to the beat as she pays zero attention to where she’s being dragged.

“Chae! Hey.” He pulls away from Yoongi who watches them weave between people onto the dance floor.

Jungkook ends up snatching Lisa from Chaeyoung when Ten inserts himself behind Jimin and melts into a slow grind as the beat changes. Lisa holds his hands as they sway. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“He’s working late.”

“Shame,” she pouts. “Wanted to show him how much better I look dancing with you.”

He laughs, knowing she’s joking. “I’ll ensure you get that chance.”

“I wanna watch from up close,” Hoseok says, endlessly swirling his drink.

“Go ahead,” Yoongi leans an arm on the counter, eyes on the dance floor. “Nobody’s stopping you.”

Hoseok eyes him, suspicious. “Shut up. You know you’re a lonely bitch without me.”

“Hmm.” Hoseok would be shocked at the lack of response but when he looks where Yoongi is looking he gets why. Jungkook and Jimin’s groups have merged, one more member, Yugyeom, added. From their heads, they can tell a little circle has been formed near a table. Jungkook looks to be in the center, his vibrant red head appearing and disappearing. A small gap in the crowd manifests just in time to see his ass drop and circle expertly before he cocks his hips back and glides back up. “You think Tae would let me bend him over just for tonight?”

Hoseok smirks., looking over at the older doubtfully, recalling the car conversation. “I see you’ve given up hiding how much you want to.”

“I was never hiding. Was trying to stop myself from doing it.”

“I guess if you had a good enough reason to bend him over.”

Yoongi scoffs, sipping his drink. “Because I want to.”

A laugh tumbles out of Hoseok. “Sure, hyung. Although, Jiminnie said-”

“I know what he said.” He slouches into his shoulders. “Not sure he meant it, though.”

Hoseok hums, deciding to leave it at that. They’ll get their answers when they need them.

Jungkook climbs onto the nearest table to them, a couple smuggled shots going easy as he lets them down his throat to smoke out his inhibitions. He offers his accomplice a hand and pulls him into his chest. It’s surprisingly easy to keep their balance on the wooden table. He looks at his friends cheering them on then at his boyfriend with his blinding smile and begins to dance, Jimin shifting his weight to compliment him so they don’t fall. Other people start to look on, but they don’t mind. He pulls Jimin’s hips flush against his and grinds down on the thigh Jimin slots between his legs. “Remember our club days, baby?” Jimin says, cups his hand around Jungkook’s nape, hearing his breath shallow.

“Yeah.”

“You used to be such a bad baby boy.”

“We- We should give a show, hyungie.”

“You are already. That pretty face slack while you rub against my thigh.”

Jungkook kisses him before he says any more and the air sweetens and heats and compresses till it’s just them. The cheering stops as he tugs at Jimin’s full bottom lip and licks into his mouth, hands moving to squeeze his ass. They keep up with the music, Jungkook fully hard in his tights as Jimin turns around to grind back on him. The younger pulls at the exposed tan skin at the rip as Jimin puts his hands on his knees and puts more delicious pressure on his dick. “Hyung,” he whines, breath high in his throat.

Jimin starts to stand back up carefully and Jungkook pulls him by the straps of his overalls to get at his neck. A purple hickey would look so pretty with his studded choker. He gets a moan as the table teeters and thinks he hears a quiet curse from the crowd. They switch positions, Jungkook a little shyer as he keeps hold of his hyung’s hands, fingers intertwined as he presses back against him. Jimin’s not tall enough to kiss him from this angle but the nails he drags down Jungkook’s bare stomach are more than enough. He shudders visibly and Jungkook thinks the only reason they haven’t been stopped yet is because they’re still fully clothed. Craning his head to the left, he opens his eyes and his breath hitches. “What is it?”

“Hyu-Hyungs are watching.”

Jimin follows his eyes and sees Yoongi and Hoseok right where they left them, eyes immensely dark even from where they are. Yoongi sips at his drink, but his eyes never leave them. There’s a tenseness to Hoseok’s jaw that has Jimin recalling their conversation in the car. How Hoseok asked him what he wanted and what were their boundaries. He whines quietly against Jungkook’s neck, the younger’s hips still working on autopilot. Right now, he doesn’t care for boundaries, not with their hyungs watching almost…expectantly, as if waiting for them to do something, break an unspoken rule. He’s suddenly desperate for that punishment, heat striking low in his belly. “Hyung” Jungkook breaks his thoughts with a sweet whine.

His cheeks are flushed a pretty red, forehead slightly sweaty as his bangs stick to his skin. He looks ruined and just as desperate as Jimin feels. “Slipping?”

He shakes his head lazily, voice steady when he says. “I want you.”

Jimin feels himself twitch and he looks back at their hyungs who’re still all hooded eyes and it’s like he’s just letting himself notice how sexy they are now that they’re allowed to touch. “Okay, come on.” Jimin guides them to solid ground, holding the table still as Jungkook climbs down. He feels a phantom touch on his bare ass before there’s heat at his back and a whisper in his ear.

“Wanna dance with me, beautiful.” The guy doesn’t even get a chance to settle his hands properly on Jimin’s hips before Jungkook is pushing him away, hand on his chest as he displaces Jimin. His other hand is on Jimin’s wrist possessively.

He does it with finesse, looking up through his lashes, lips parted seductively before he smiles, voice soft, but loud enough to be heard. “Hyung is mine for now.” He pouts. “Our moment wasn’t over.” Before the guy can protest he fits himself up against his chest. “We’ll let you watch then you can have the last dance, mkay?”

The guys smirks, amused, hands hovering over Jungkook’s waist. “All right, pretty. That a promise?”

Jungkook smiles, bats his lashes. “Of course.”

By the time the guy makes a full turn, they’re gone.

It’s rare that Jungkook can get him slipping like this, but with the way he’s pushing Jimin into the bathroom stall and crowding him to kiss him fast has him barely holding on. “K-Kook-ah.” He tries, holding tight to Jungkook’s shoulders because he won’t let him breathe. “D-Daddy said. Didn’t give…give us permission.”

“What was that, hyung?” He turns Jimin around and presses his chest against the stall door. Sucking a hickey into his neck, Jungkook slides down the straps of his overalls and has to drag them down over Jimin’s ass. He’s not wearing anything underneath and Jungkook lets the denim hang from the tops of his thighs. Jimin curls his arms up on the door, pressing his gorgeous thighs together and letting a whimper escape.

“I- Da-”

The younger rolls his eyes. “Just say you don’t remember, hyung.”

“Brat,” Jimin settles for and pushes his ass back. “Come on, Kookie, please.”

Jungkook takes out his phone from Jimin’s pocket and snaps a quick picture of the older, golden skin contrasting his lacy white crop top beautifully. “One for daddy. Show him his baby slut.”

“Says you,” Jimin huffs and Jungkook giggles, taking three fingers into his mouth as he slots his phone in the strap of his heels. “I’m not the one who begs for his cock every day.”

Jungkook gasps around his own fingers, pulls them out to pout, saliva stringing thickly. “Maybe I shouldn’t touch you.”

“Keep in mind you started this.”

“Pretty eloquent for someone with his ass out.”

“Of course. Expect no less from your baby slut.”

Jungkook giggles at the same time his fingers line up at Jimin’s entrance, the older spreading his legs wider, heels clicking as Jungkook holds him open with his other hand. He’s surprised at himself that he’s not stumbling after more than two shots. Probably the adrenaline. “So pretty, hyung… Since you seem so ready for this, I’m sure you can take more than one at a time.” He pushes in two fingers at once, ignoring the resistance of Jimin’s walls. His hyung gasps, hands flattening against the door and legs widening as much as space will allow. It’s a fucking experience to watch him spread himself like this, cock his hips back to make it easier. His legs tremble a bit already and it’s clear from the stuttering of his breath that he wasn’t prepared for it. Instead of slowing down and taking time to open him up, Jungkook presses his fingers in deep and curls down hard. Jimin’s back bow, body pulling away from the door and slamming against it again. Jungkook doesn’t let up on him, jabbing ruthlessly at his prostate.

“Uh- ah-Kookie. Kookie…” He shakes his head no, resting it on the door, thighs shaking even more as his orgasm builds up way too fast. “’S too mu- ah! Wa-Wait!” Jungkook presses his ring finger in as well and his hyung lets out a string of gorgeous whimpers from the stretch, his voice breaking into a higher din.

“Jimin! Jungkoo-”

Jimin folds his lips to tamper his noises, tries to hold himself up as Jungkook’s fingers come to a merciful stop, but then recognition dawns and he starts again, slowly scissoring his hole and making Jimin squirm, his cock dripping messily onto his overalls. “Hyungs,” Jungkook calls, breathing shallow himself. Jimin can guess he’s probably touching himself.

Yoongi’s voice filters through, clipped. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

“Noth-” Jimin tries, but cuts himself off with a high whine, collapsing against the stall as his boyfriend starts up a menacing pace again, his prostate becoming deadly sensitive and the heat and pleasure webbing throughout his whole body. His hyungs are right on the other side of the door, listening to his moans and the wet sounds his hole makes. Shame creeps along his spine, raising goosebumps and loosening his lips. “Hyung-hyung!” he cries feeling close to tears, gripping the edges of the door and Jungkook curses behind him.

“Jungkook-ah, what are you doing to your Jiminnie-hyung?” Jungkook whimpers at the tone, the familiar crooning, his hips pushing into his hand.

“Jungkook.” He pauses at Hoseok’s voice calls sternly and Jimin sobs.

“Aigoo,” Yoongi coos and Jimin whines when he feels Yoongi’s weight rest on the other side of the door. “Were you close, sunshine?”

“Yes! Hyung, I wanna come. Hyungie!”

Yoongi’s voice shifts from the crooning tone to a deeper one, desire sitting heavy in his words. “Yeah? Know what hyung wants to do to you, sunshine?”

Jimin sniffs, anticipation curling with the arousal within him. “No?” he squeaks.

“Hyung wants to keep you on the edge, tie you to your daddy’s bed. Gonna have Bambi finger you for me so well like he’s doing now. But on his face. While Hobi fucks him open. Then I’ll fuck you, bend you in half and give you something to cry for. We’ll make you boys come and leave it as a present for your daddy. Think he’ll like that, Hobi?”

Hoseok chuckles and says something about him being nasty, but Jimin can’t hear it over the buzzing in his ears. His body ceases up and then he’s coming, Jungkook fingers unmoving inside him. He chokes on his breath then sags against the door, hating his heels as he tries to hold himself upright. “Fuck,” Jungkook breathes and Jimin looks over his shoulder. His baby is wrecked, wet dick drenching his hand as he shakes.

Hoseok sighs, sensing the depleting tension. He knows he’s breaking the ‘no seeing them naked rule, but this can’t count. “Open the door, boys.”

Jimin does, more scared he’s going to fall than embarrassed his hyungs will see him like this. He keeps his head down, blush feeling like ten pounds of make-up on his face. “Hyungie.”

Yoongi catches him when his legs give out, leans him against the sink and sighs. His face is unreadable. Jimin feels the need to say something just to get a reaction. “I- I came.”

He gets a chuckle. “I can see that, babe.”

Jimin blushes as Yoongi wets hand-towels to clean his overalls as much as possible.

Hoseok goes to lock the bathroom door before returning to pull Jungkook into him, the younger’s back against his chest as he leans on the sink. “Can’t touch you like that, baby. You’re gonna have to get yourself off.”

Jungkook is possibly more bashful about it than Jimin, tucking his chin against his chest and not moving. Hoseok picks up on it. “Come on, bambi. Shy about this after you fingered Jiminnie so well?” Jungkook shakes his head vigorously. “No? So then what is it?”

“Sometimes he can’t-” Jimin starts.

“No~”

“Kookie you don’t have to be ashamed of it.”

“What is it, Jimin?”

He looks at Jungkook whose glaring at him, lips pursed. “Sometimes he can’t- well me too- we can’t come w-without something inside.”

Yoongi knocks his forehead twice on the wall where the tissue is. “The death of me, I swear to god,” he growls. It’s honestly amazing how he keeps his composure when he picks them up in the days if this is how he really feels. Such a tsundere.

Yet, he watches and Hoseok turns the redhead to him. “Want me to talk you through it?” he asks gently. Jungkook gives a meek little nod. “Beautiful. Go on, precious, touch your little cock for me.” He drops his head on Hobi’s shoulder, pulling clumsily his cock, the pre-cum on his hand has mostly dried and the slide is a lot more uncomfortable. He whines into Hobi’s neck, feeling two more sets of eyes on him. His hyung’s hand trails up his back and at this point just that is enough for his skin to pebble. “Good boy. Not enough?” He shakes his head. “Daddy trained you well, didn’t he?” Hoseok chuckles lightly and the little thing borrows deeper with a whimper.

“Hyungie,” he blushes, hiding his face. “Can I?”

“Yeah, baby, go on.” Hobi strokes the arm that he reaches behind himself. “I wanna do it myself, honey, but I can’t.” He gets an understanding nod. “Those the same fingers you had inside Jiminnie?” They hear Jimin whine, Hoseok looking and finding the little blonde tucked into Yoongi and watching. It looks like he’s coming down into headspace as he watches, his eyes blinking slowly. Yoongi’s got a hand on his thigh, rubbing it absentmindedly. He’s got eyes on Hoseok.

“He’s gonna come on your slacks.” The oldest tilts his chin in their direction.

Hoseok give him a winning smile, angling Jungkook’s hand for him. The boy lifts his head to look blearily at the older redhead. It punches the air out of his lungs; how Jungkook looks at him. Out of it and body loose in his hands. It’s an insuperable feeling…when someone’s pleasure depends entirely on you. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Jungkook squirms, so hard his hands are shaking. He shifts his hips back, trying to push his fingers in. “Ah-ah.” Hobi smiles at him with those dark eyes and coos. “Little baby just wants his hole filled. Should we fill him up, Jiminnie? Even after he disobeyed us.”

Jungkook cries out at that, hating that his arousal has to be mixed with that familiar disappointment that comes when he’s been bad. “Hyungie, please please please please!” His eyes dampen quickly, and he drops his head to his hyung’s shoulder again.

“Just give him it, Seokie,” Yoongi chides, obviously affected by the way Jungkook begs.

Hoseok sighs, deciding to play more another time, if that time comes. He let’s Jungkook sink two of his fingers inside, holding him as his knees buckle. He turns him sideways, so his back is to Yoongi and Jimin. Yoongi groans quietly into Jimin’s hair, watching the pink of Jungkook’s hole spread around his own fingers. “Want someone to hear you?”
Jungkook whimpers, so wrung tight he can barely breathe. He finds his own prostate and gasps out a moan. “There you are.” Hoseok presses a hand on his lower stomach and he keens, body shuddering as his sweet spot is stimulated from both places.

“Hyungie hyungie Kookie’s gonna- please I need to-” he gasps, Hoseok working his fingers in deep.

“Shit,” Yoongi says. “Ask, baby. Say pretty please for your hyung.”

The redhead‘s knees nearly give, hips rocking back hard onto his own fingers. “D- Hyungie…c-can Kookie come, pretty p-please? Need it.”

“Yeah yeah.” Hoseok is winded, feeling his arousal catch up with him. He holds Jungkook as he trembles through his orgasm and the aftershocks. Sharing a knowing look with Yoongi, Hoseok knows they have to get out of here.

Seemingly to clarify this fact a knock comes on the door and simultaneously, Yoongi’s phone rings. He takes a breath, a moment of thought then pulls it out and answers, ignoring the knocking entirely. Hoseok looks at him incredulously. “Hey, Tae,” he greets as the person shouts through the door for them to get the hell out.

“Hey. I’m heading home now. How are my boys?”

“In headspace.”

“Mm. Are they drunk?” He sounds distracted. Yoongi can hear the engine. “Do you want me to come down there?”

“No need. We’re gonna head out now. And Jungkook is…” He looks over at the boy curled around Hoseok and fighting sleep. “Yeah, he’s drunk. Jimin is fine. Sober, babe?”

The boy nods against his chest. “Daddy?”

“Yeah. Wanna say hi?”

“Hyung, he sounds out of it.”

Damn observant. “Uh yeah.” He decides to tell the truth now. It doesn’t really make a difference. The person at the door gives up on getting in. “Well, the boys got a bit out of hand. Danced on a table and we were watching. Followed them in the bathroom to make sure they were okay. We found them in a stall together, Jungkookie with his fingers inside Jimin.”

“Hyungie, nooo,” Jimin squeezes his waist, looking up at him pleadingly, whispering. “Kookie’s gonna get in trouble.”

“Uh-oh,” Hobi says. “You’re not allowed to touch without his permission?”

Jungkook is too relaxed to even react to the threat, just lets out a soft “Nuh-uh.”

All Taehyung says is “And?”

Yoongi sighs. “And we had a bit of a scene. Talked them down until they came. No touching. It’s probably what put them in headspace.” There’s silence and Yoongi wonders if he screwed up without realizing. But he doesn’t let it into his voice.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

Yoongi shares a look with Hoseok. “You’re okay with that?”

Taehyung laughs. “I know what I signed up for when I let you guys go to a club with them. And you didn’t break any rules so yeah, okay. Now they are a different matter.”

Yoongi scoffs. “What kind of rule is that. Preventing them from touching each other. They’re boyfriends too.”

“Shove it, hyung. You know why.”

“Cause it gets you off? Denying them?” He smirks.

Taehyung hums in agreement. “Not denying them, but having-”

“Their pleasure depend on you.” Hoseok finishes with him, stroking Jungkook’s hair.

Yoongi holds Hoseok’s gaze. “Yeah,” he says, voice a little thick as his mind flashes with images. “I can get that.”

“Hyungies took good care of us, daddy,” Jungkook slurs, just loud enough for Taehyung to hear.

Yoongi puts him on speaker. “Bet they did, bun. Daddy’s gonna take care of you when you get home.”

“Nuh-uh,” he argues. “Daddy’s gonna be too tired.”

They all laugh at his snarky remark, though he’s barely aware of his daddy even being upset with him. “Little brat.”

“Cuddles?” Jimin asks and Taehyung sighs, knowing he’s going to lose this one.

“Yeah, baby, cuddles.”

Chapter Text

“Do you want cranberry juice or coffee, daddy?” Taehyung smiles at Jimin in his apron over his pajamas, standing professionally at the foot of the dining table, awaiting his answer. His boys had miraculously gotten up before him and made blueberry pancakes and eggs for breakfast for all of them. They’d even set the table. Their little waiter act is adorable. But they’re not fooling anyone.

“You boys are really trying to get outta this one, huh?” He smirks, an arm curling around his knee.

“Can you just answer his question?” Jungkook quips, stealing a bite of Hoseok’s pancake. He and Yoongi had stayed last night after helping Taehyung undress and clean up the boys who were so lax they could barely hold themselves up.

“Yah,” Yoongi says, raising his head for the first time since he sat down and Jungkook flinches, likely just recalling his presence. “Come here.” Sleep narrows his eyes and the clip of his usually drawling voice has Jungkook’s back straightening like he was pressed against a meter ruler.

Taehyung contemplates telling Yoongi to back off because Jungkook’s bratty mouth doesn’t really get a rise out of him often and they haven’t talked about punishments yet, but then he remembers that Yoongi doesn’t tolerate disrespect from a submissive, doesn’t take it well from anyone really, and Jungkook’s wide-eyed alarm is quite the intriguing sight. He hasn’t seen that look on his boy since he was green, a fidgety little virgin with no knowledge of a d/s dynamic, just so eager to be good. It was precious. So, needless to say, he’s a tad curious.

Jungkook moves quickly, his head down and shoulders pinched in tight with tension. As he stands before Yoongi, “Look at me, Bambi,” Taehyung knows what’s going to happen, has had his turn beneath those eyes, though, it didn’t have quite this effect. Jungkook meets Yoongi’s gaze and pouts out of instinct. Taehyung knows he would smile if it was him, weak for his boys unless it’s necessary to punish them, so it strikes some kind of cord in him to see Yoongi so stern with Jungkook. He doesn’t know if it’s protective or something else. Yoongi pats his lap and Jungkook immediately sits, turned to look at him. “When last have you had a good spanking?”

He fidgets, fingers coming up to pick and pull at his hair as he bites his lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good, hyungie.”

“No no, you’re jumping ahead.” Yoongi rests a hand at his waist and he sits straighter, eyes clearly fighting not to drop to his lap as all eyes watch him in anticipation. “Answer hyung.”

Hoseok chuckles, seated beside Yoongi. “Slipped real fast.”

Jungkook whines quietly at the tease. “Um…A few days ago.” Baby can’t lie and say he hasn’t gotten one with his daddy right there, heavy eyes on him as he gets worked up at being disciplined by someone else. Daddy seems to be enjoying it.

“You want the next one to be today?”

Jungkook nearly says no on instinct, but the way Yoongi rubs a hand over his thigh makes him pause and imagine what it’ll feel like. Hyung’s got nice hands, big, calloused. Jungkook gets the feeling he’d be rougher than daddy. Maybe not. He blinks out of his reverie when something presses against his mouth. He looks up to find his daddy leaned over the table, holding a forkful of pancake to his lips. He opens his mouth, meets his eyes and blushes from the guilt of his dirty thoughts. He knows he’s allowed to want this, but he’s not used to it yet, not used to wanting someone else when his daddy and Jiminnie are right there.

“Naughty little bunny. Stop biting your pretty lips,” his daddy says and of course he can see the blush on his cheeks and tell where his head is at. He leans back, pulling Jimin into his lap and kissing his cheek, watching the syrup gloss Jungkook’s plump lower lip when he lets it free. “You think our Kookie should tell Yoongi-hyung he wants him to spank him, little one?” Jimin teeters just like Jungkook has a habit of doing when he’s a bit tense. He’d picked it up not too long after they all began dating.

“Yeah,” he says, a little breathless, almost nervous and Taehyung smiles at how affected he is by this little play. He lets him stew in it and stew in Hoseok’s gaze on him, a concoction of desire and affection storming in his irises.

“Eyes up, baby boy. Don’t hide behind those bangs,” Hoseok croons, voice low and dulcet. It’s such a rare tone on him that Jimin fidgets in Taehyung’s lap, unused and flustered, shoves his hands between his bare thighs and shakes his hair delicately out of his eyes. “At a boy,” he nods and Jimin meets Yoongi’s eyes only when Hoseok is satisfied. A silent little “Like this, hyung?” Such a good boy.

The tension eases as Taehyung kisses his neck, can’t help it because he’s so good and if it wasn’t obvious by now, Taehyung’s got a severe kink for an obedient boy. Shame he can’t reward him for it at the moment. Jimin giggles before a feisty little pout graces his lips.

“Kookie’s always loved your hands, Yoonie-hyungie.”

“That right?” Yoongi says softly, intrigued and obviously surprised.

“Mmhmm.” Jungkook glares at Jimin, mouth pouted, but can’t see how Yoongi’s smirking at him. Jimin only giggles and shrugs, thrilled by the defensive glitter in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Don’t say it like that. Like you weren’t begging for my fingers last night,” Jungkook spits and his words are punctuated with a sharp sting on his thigh. He doesn’t make a sound, caught too off guard. The heat of Yoongi’s hand scalds his skin, but it’s got nothing on the heat on Jimin’s face. His hyung looks scandalized, eyes wide though he really should have expected that. But Jimin recovers quickly and then he’s leaning over the table, his mouth twisted up like a high-school mean girl.

“Don’t pout like you aren’t getting exactly what you want! Don’t make me sound like the-”

He’s tugged back against Taehyung’s chest by a hand on his throat. “Like the slut? That what you mean, kitten?” Jimin shivers at how sharply he says it, almost like it’s directed at him and in some part of his mind, he knows it is. Jimin gasps, but it’s short around the pressure on his throat. There’s a thrumming in his stomach that burns along with the guilt of what he’d let happen last night, what he’d begged for and with the shame of getting aroused in front of his hyungs. But he finds himself most overcome with the urge to perform, to be good for every dom in the room and he feels a little unfaithful, but damn if that’s not part of the thrill in this moment. His cock is hard and he knows his daddy knows by how he’s wiggling his hips every few seconds.

This little exhibitionist kink, he thinks, stems from the dancer in him. Yeah, he gets energy and attention and love from the crowd when he moves his body just right, and sure he gets hot off the blood racing in his veins but at its core, it’s all the same; a slutty little need. He doesn’t mind.

“Your daddy asked you a question, Jimin.” Hoseok asks, looking thoroughly amused, chin in his hand and elbow on the table. His eyes are low and gaze smoldering. I mean, with the way you were whining for Kookie yesterday, honey…” His voice drops to a whisper. “That was pretty slutty.” Jimin sinks into his shoulders, shame clogging up his ears, but daddy pulls him forward so he sits up straight. He pouts, can’t meet his hyung’s eyes. The little in him wants to protest, insists he’s a no slut and that’s exactly who’s running the show right now.

He shakes his head, glaring adamantly at Hoseok. “’M not a slut,” he nearly pouts, sinking back into headspace and Hoseok grins. He feels his daddy do the same at his neck. He whispers, “I just, just needed it, needed Kookie.” Fidgets with his hands like he’s nervous Hoseok’s going to disregard his justification.

Hoseok tilts his head, eyes steady like a predator’s with his juxtaposing, sweet smile. “That’s right. You just needed it, didn’t you, baby?” He’s baby talking. Jimin’s lips jut further out. “It’s all right that you needed it. Like you need to dance right? Need the attention and the compliments on the effect you have when you shake your little ass just right?”

“Hobi-hyung’s mean,” Jungkook whines, getting defensive like an older brother that bad-mouths his sibling and gets upset when anyone else does it.

Hoseok chuckles. “I’m sorry, baby.” He reaches over and taps Jungkook’s chin. “I’m just surprised at how you both are sitting here calling each other sluts when you both just officially invited Yoongi-hyung and I into your beds last night.”

There’s a short gruff laugh from Yoongi, followed by a soft “Shit, Hobi.”

Taehyung moans low and unabashed, a certain primal kind of heat going through him at the way Hoseok talks to his boys. He leans in to bite at Jimin’s ear, but his eyes are on Jungkook as he turns Jimin’s pliant neck to give himself more access. Their little boy has his eyes on the table, ears burning scarlet at the same time, Jimin arches when the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh is squeezed. It has him squirming. He can no doubt feel Taehyung’s hard cock beneath him and of course, he’s almost unconsciously nudging back onto it. “You like sitting on Yoongi-hyung’s cock, Jungkookie?” Jungkook is stunned for all of a second, eyes wide as he finally looks up at his daddy. Taehyung can see in his eyes that he’s still getting used to all of this being okay. His baby bunny’s eyes ghost over Jimin’s body like it’s a reflex, then again slower, takes in his honeyed bare thighs spread over his lap with the flap of his apron sitting between adding a modest touch, how it cinches at his little waist. He licks his lips. “Baby boy, you’ve taken quite a while to answer all my questions. How should I interpret that?”

Both Yoongi and Hoseok chuckle as Jungkook sits straighter, stutters through his words. “Sorry, daddy. I’m just…distracted.”

“Really? And what’s got my bunny so distracted? Is it Jiminnie?”

Jungkook nods.

“Mm, he is a little vixen, isn’t he?” He runs his hand up through Jimin’s fluffy blonde hair, arching neck back. Jimin lets his head fall to Taehyung’s shoulder, turning his head to kiss at his neck and moaning quietly at the scent of him, pleasant and a little musky. Daddy’s tone is darker when he continues. “Sitting on my lap, arching his back and pressing his ass onto my cock all because he’s so worked up from having an intimate audience.” Jimin squeaks, entire body jerking and tensing up as daddy grabs his cock, hand having slithered under his apron and into his shorts so quickly he couldn’t react. His grip is tight, just a tiny bit past the border of painful.

“Daddy,” he whimpers, raises his head and looks back at him, a silent plea not to do this in front of their hyungs. His inner thighs are locked so tightly he feels like they might cramp. But his daddy’s dark eyes has him forgetting about it. His face gives nothing away save his clenched jaw, but his eyes are heavy with that stern steadiness and intensity that always tells Jimin when there’s a punishment lurking. He wants to whine about it, but he’s still self-conscious, not to mention embarrassed.

“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that when you’re so wet for it.” He slowly strokes up Jimin’s shaft, grip still vice-like. It has him shuddering then fidgeting from the intense pressure, his body ping-ponging between pain and pleasure. “My little slut.” He shivers at the near growling pitch of his daddy’s voice, catching his hyungs' black eyes fixed on him. “Both of you are. But you already knew that. Don’t play coy just because hyungs are here.” He quickens his pace, thumbing at the tip like he knows drives Jimin up the wall and feels his boy quiver in his arms, hissing and curling his toes. He bites his lip as he looks at his daddy with a plea in his eyes that never gets answered. Tries to quiet himself but still cries out every few seconds and turns to hide in his neck.

“Don’t hide, Minnie. You sound so pretty,” Hoseok says and Jimin can see he’s obviously touching himself beneath the table, very school boy-esque, but none of them care with the tension in the room. Yoongi’s got a tight grip on Jungkook’s waist and grinding against him, looking frustrated that he can’t touch. Jungkook whines, pressing his hands in between his thighs but he’s fixated on watching Jimin.

“Hobi-hyuuung,” Jimin whines, kicks out on the upstroke and Hoseok moans.

“Say it again, baby.”

“H-Hobi-hyung,” it’s a gasp this time as his body starts to curl into itself, getting close.

“Close already, sunshine? Show hyungs, pretty please” Yoongi asks, but not really. He’s desperate, but there’s still that edge of authority in his tone that really never leaves.

“Go ahead, sugar. Show them before you cum and start begging for cock.”

“Fuck, I wanna see that,” Yoongi breathes, Jungkook squirming in his lap, starting to fuss.

“Soon enough, hyung. Give my angel some attention, will you. Go easy on him, though that’s probably not what he wants.”

“Been dying to.”

“Daddy~”

“Wait, sweet thing.” Jungkook pouts, but he gets a kiss blown his way and can’t stay mad. “Yoonie-hyungie’s gonna take care of you.”

Jimin is up and kicking off his pants and underwear like they hurt him. Taehyung keeps a hand on his waist, pulls him back into him as he slides his chair back so they all have a clear view. “Next time, Daddy’ll put you on the table, like the decadent meal you are. Promise.”

Jimin sits carefully, his legs shaking from exertion. “Look up, baby boy. Those eyes are for you. Legs wide for us.” Those words have a heat searing through his stomach so strong that the brush of his apron against his cockhead would have him cumming if daddy didn’t lift it and tuck it in the waist band. “Aigoo, Jungkookie, you look so gorgeous like that. Show daddy those pretty eyes.”

Yoongi and Hoseok have his little Jungkook bent over the table, Yoongi’s plate pushed to the side. Hoseok suddenly coos, reaching his hand between Jungkook’s thighs to palm him through his panties. “Tae, they’re both so small,” he says in awe like he hadn’t really noticed before.

“Adorable, isn’t it?”

Yoongi smirks. “You two couldn’t fuck someone if you wanted to.”

“Can too,” Jungkook says as Yoongi raises his apron to knead at his ass, but he’s ignored. “This okay, sugar?”

“Yes, hyungie.” He wiggles to emphasize his approval though his voice is tiny, still shy about it.

“Atta boy,” Hoseok praises, watching as Jimin whimpers, starts to beg.

“Please, please, daddy. Jiminnie…w-wants to.” He gasps, body tensing as his thighs tremble, start to close like he has a habit of doing when he’s close.

His daddy coos at him, stretching out his drenched and sticky fingers. “Do you? Not even gonna beg me for daddy’s fingers in your little pussy?”

“Fuck,” both Hoseok and Yoongi say.

“Wonder what you both taste like,” Yoongi drawls, drawing a moan from Jungkook.

Hoseok moans in agreement, massaging and kissing at Jungkook’s nape as Yoongi plays with his ass. “You’d let hyungs taste your pussy, Jungkookie? Get you out of your panties and drizzle syrup all over your hole and eat you out.

“Please,” he begs, weak and miserable, but they both know they can’t do that yet. But it gets Jungkook harder beneath Hoseok’s fingers, the wetness in his panties soaking through. “Hyungies, please,” he squirms, hands stretching over the table nudging Taehyung’s abandoned plate.

“Ahhhh, nnngh, d-daddy ‘lease,” Jimin begs, eyes teary and mouth full of saliva. Taehyung has to physically hold him in his lap as he teases just the tip of Jimin sensitive cock, his precum draining down to stain his daddy’s shorts.

“Begging and you can’t even keep your legs spread for me,” he reprimands.

“Naughty boy,” Yoongi follows up.

Jimin shakes his head harshly, prying his trembling thighs apart. He’s at a threshold but he can’t get past it and long past the point of shame. “Daddy can Minnie please please have your fingers?” he rushes out only to moan and shut his thighs again when he’s given what he asked for immediately.

“Anything when you ask so prettily, sweetheart. There you go. My good boy.” He holds his boy still, pries one thigh away from the next and sinks two fingers into him. He whimpers, a sweet ‘thank you, daddy’ when he’s filled.

“Shit, baby,” Hoseok’s voice shakes and Taehyung can see his hands do the same when he moves them down Jungkook’s back. He’s fighting not to touch himself, he and Yoongi can both relate. “Little hole so pretty.”

“Thank him, baby.”

“Th-Thank you, hyungie.” But he’s got his fist near his mouth as his breathing labors.

“Daddy, daddy can Kookie come.” Taehyung looks over to find his baby turned on his back, strung so tight he looks to be vibrating. Yoongi’s over him, kissing delicately at his throat as his hand slithers up his t-shirt, Hoseok’s fingers squeezing rather harshly at his thighs. He looks millimeters from snapping with how his eyes are fixated on the two of them, no doubt having a little fantasy of his own. His baby boy looks nice beneath them, as he knew he would, red-cheeked and fumbling with his hands before he arches as Yoongi undoubtedly pinches his nipple. He’ll come fast.

“Ask your hyungs, darling.” His own voice is breathy.

Yoongi gives him a loaded look at that, asking his permissions with dark eyes. If Taehyung gets a little more turned on by it, he doesn’t let it show on his face.
Right then, Jimin’s body spasms in his lap and Taehyung holds him, pulls his fingers out just in time for Jimin to curl into himself, his dewy thighs contracting through the absence of stimulation. He gasps and grabs at his daddy’s pants, legs kicking out in frustration. Taehyung would coo if he didn’t know what was coming. “Daddy!” he cries when his breath catches up with him. But he doesn’t need an explanation, he knows. And then the tears come because he was so worked up and unprepared for the denial and Taehyung doesn’t like surprising his sensitive angel like this but it was the mildest punishment he could think of (where he still got to touch as a plus.)

“Don’t cry, my little love.” He turns the boy around to lean against him and his arms curl around his neck without prompt. “Shh, you’re okay.” He threads his fingers in Jimin’s hair.

“Wanted to be…be good for hyungies,” he mumbles in his neck.

His daddy chuckles both at his fairy and at how desperate Jungkook is with a leg throw over Hoseok’s shoulder and his hand coiled in the front of Yoongi’s shirt. “And show them how prettily you come?” Jimin nods but he looks back when he hears Yoongi growl ‘you’d look so pretty on a cock.’

Jimin squirms. “Don’t let him work you back up now, baby.”

“Want Kookie.” And of course, Taehyung takes him over for a closer look.

Jungkook reaches out to him immediately, a pouty complaint on his lips as Hoseok bends his knee to his chest and rubs at his perineum and his hole through his panties. “Jiminnie, Kookie wants…” He breaks off into a moan and Jimin leans to kiss his forehead.

“Kookie wants to be fucked?” he asks and it settles in the air like an odor behind locked windows. Jungkook nods and a shit ton of images and implications run through Taehyung’s mind and he just…

“Stop.” But they had already, letting the same questions cut through their arousal because as dominants they require that kind of self-control.

“Aright,” Yoongi says, raising himself up off of Jungkook. Hoseok follows, his eyes fixated on Taehyung’s face. He licks his lips as he does so, like he’s savoring the last taste of a dessert he won’t have again in years. Taehyung feels that pang of arousal again, looking at him and he clears his throat. Jungkook, foggy-headed and desperate, squirms until he’s on his stomach, whining incoherently in his throat.

He crawls into Yoongi’s arms, pouty and dejected, and physically demands to be picked up. Yoongi obliges him, letting him curl his long limbs around him and pats his bum. “It’s all good, Kookie. Hyung’s gonna take you to bed okay?”

“Stay, hyungie?”

Yoongi takes one look at Taehyung’s stiff posture instead of answering and Jungkook whines but he feels the need to affirm Taehyung’s worries first. “Tae.” He looks up as Jimin climbs into his arms, sensing his distress about earlier. “No fucking. We got it. Don’t think was gonna go any different…if all three of you aren’t okay with that.”

The brunette runs a hand through his hair and pulls Jimin into him, picking him up with a rather aggressive motion. The boy hides in his neck, no doubt blushing. “I don’t really have a problem with that, it’s just I’m a bit possessive-”

“Taehyung, you’re extremely possessive.”

“I am not-”

“Daddy, you are.” Jimin peeks up at him and Jungkook nods.

“It’s sexy.”

“It is,” Hoseok agrees. “But back to the issue. You’re possessive.”

“But I’m possessive so I might get a bit jealous spontaneously which might affect how we work together with them and I don’t want any surprises. Also, I think I’d be more comfortable if Jimin and Jungkook agreed to this in bigspace.”

Yoongi bounces his head in a lazy nod over Jungkook’s shoulder, hiking the boy up because his arms must be aching by now. “Agreed, but can we move this somewhere I can rest my ass?”

Hoseok gives him a dirty smile that’s immediately shut down by a glare and the younger offers to take Jungkook. The little redhead grabs for him, finally totally calm and Hoseok coos excessively and hugs him too tightly. “Taehyungie, you know how we operate during scenes. You also trusted us enough with this one so don’t worry for nothing. And most importantly you know we love these boys like our own.”

“But they are yours. So get a little jealous if you want. I’m sure we’ll all like it, right bunny?”

“Yes. Can we go cuddle now?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees, feeling ten times lighter. “Minnie’s already falling asleep.”

Yoongi takes his and Hoseok’s plates, stacked with their now cold pancakes and makes his way over to the living room. “Isn’t it funny how we blue-balled ourselves?”
Jimin abruptly raises his head. “Hyungies don’t deserve to come. Neither does daddy,” he says petulantly.

“Fairy, you know why daddy wants your hands to yourself without my permission, don’t you?”

Jimin mimics his slow speech and childish tone. “Yeess, so daddy doesn’t feel left out. But even when we’re alone, Kookie and me still think about you. So, you’re kinda still there.”

Taehyung smiles, boxy and warm. His sweet angels. He may have to rethink that rule.

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“Gonna pee for me, baby boy?”

Jungkook shakes his head vigorously, black roots peeking out amidst his red hair. He walks himself back into Taehyung who rubs over his back in a long stroke, simultaneously pushing him forward. He grunts in disapproval, holding Jungkook’s wrist as he tries to tuck himself back into his sweats. Taehyung had slipped his shirt off when his skin began to run a bit too hot and he’s already got an idea of what the matter is.

“Daddy,” Jimin calls from where he’s soaking in the tub, rubbing suds together between his little palms contentedly.

“Yeah, precious?” His voice is still rough from a long afternoon nap.

“Do you think Jungkookie…” he stops short, eyes running over Jungkook’s despondent countenance and thinking better of scaring him while in little space.

Taehyung knows what he was going to say. And if what they’re thinking is true, he really needs Jungkook to comply. “Googie, please. Please listen, bunny.”

“Can’t,” he whimpers, vocal cords wet with his fear. Taehyung rubs firmly into his lower back, around his thin waist to dip just beneath his navel and press his fingertips against Jungkook’s bladder. He cries out, trying to turn in his daddy’s grip, but he’s held firm. Daddy slinks up to press his chest to his back for a bit of comfort.

“Hush, I’ve got you. You’re full, baby, come on. Daddy’s gonna be right here with you the whole time.”

Truth be told, Taehyung’s got to be to work in the next hour, but they all know he’s a little too willing to neglect that responsibility. Not a good thing, but private before professional. Joon’s gonna grill him.

“You can do it, Kookie-ah,” Jimin encourages, fist pumping adorably and Taehyung’s laughing with him.

“Baby, you’ve got soap in your hair.”

Jimin pouts. “Kookie, help, the soap pooped in my hair,” he whines, trying to make Jungkook laugh and maybe accidentally slacken his bladder, but the boy whimpers even as he cracks a smile, deathly afraid of urinating.

He had ran to him crying earlier that day after he went to the bathroom, complaining that it hurt him to go. Taehyung had thought he meant he’d had a difficult bowel movement as his embarrassed boy wouldn’t give any details in the presence of their hyungs. Then again when he went, he’d startled Taehyung with a squealing cry from the bathroom. He’d ran in to find his boy hunched hard at the shoulders, his legs trembling as he emptied his bladder. It burned.

So, he’s terrified to go now, his fear kicking up his temperature. “My love,” daddy says, exasperated and still tired, but kisses across his shoulders. “You know daddy only wants the best for you and we know holding it in is bad, right?” Jungkook whines sadly, the most sound he’s made in the last ten minutes, but nods. “Right, so I’m going to force you to go if you don’t on your own.”

And maybe Taehyung knew that wasn’t the most delicate way to put it, but he’s tired and has a hunch that it doesn’t burn as badly as Jungkook makes it seem. His bunny is usually quite good at dealing with pain, probably just his fear spiking the burn. But Jungkook sniffles, tears collecting on his lashes. “Daddy, please,” he tries to turn into Taehyung and he lets him, weak for those tears but with a plan.

He pulls Jungkook’s pants back up with a flick of his wrist, taking him by the cheeks instead. “My baby bun bun,” he coos, kissing his forehead and squishing his cheeks. “Does it hurt as much as when Daddy spanks you?”

Jungkook nods too hard too fast, but Taehyung presses, arching a suspicious brow but accepts it. “What about the cane then?”

He pouts, toes wiggling restlessly. He probably has to go pretty badly. “That’s different.”

“Maybe it is a little different, but the point is it hurts, doesn’t it? And my baby takes it so well for me, doesn’t he?”

Jungkook blushes and Taehyung smiles. “My good boy. So, can’t you pee for daddy then we can work on making it better. Whadoyou say?”

“Only…if I get chocolate after.”

Surprisingly easy ultimatum. “Great idea, actually. We’ll get you a bottle too for your troubles.”

“Okay,” he whispers, looking anywhere but at daddy.

He’s leaning in for a kiss when he hears his name, the sound muffled from behind the door.

“Yeah, hyung?!” It’s Yoongi, his voice grating because he’d no doubt been asleep as well.

“Lemme in, kid.” The door’s not locked, it never is. He’s respecting boundaries even though his demand was rather impolite.

Taehyung looks to Jimin who’s the only one naked, silently asking his permission. His little angel nods, the suds from his hair dripping onto his nose with the movement. Taehyung’s almost doesn’t want to let Yoongi in, wants this sight for himself, but he relents, more than a little curious as to why the older would interrupt them in the bathroom. “It’s not locked. Come.”

Yoongi peeks in, assessing each of their states before he pushes his way in, steps purposeful. “You’ve got work in an hour.”

Taehyung looks at him skeptically, wondering where he’s going with this. For all his pomp, he looks meek, worried. Sighing, he gives up stalling. “I’m sorry.” His eyes are trailing over Jungkook, looking concerned and a bit scared. “It’s an infection, isn’t it?”

Taehyung snaps his neck to look at him, suddenly making the connection. Yoongi touching Jungkook yesterday. He sighs, sanding down the edge of the angry protectiveness that rares. He blames himself instead. What they did yesterday was very impulsive and he all but shoved his boy into Yoongi and Hoseok’s willing arms. “It’s fine, hyung. I let it happen.”

“Hobi heard him crying and just told me. I should’ve washed my hands, I’m sorry. He okay?” He’s so downtrodden he doesn’t even address Jungkook. It has Taehyung’s heart squeezing. He doesn’t like seeing Yoongi sad. It’s not that big of deal, although he is kind of upset. He’s no stranger to UTI’s, usually the product of unsanitary hand jobs in dirty bathroom stalls with strangers, but sometimes it’s a little closer home, nothing for his hyung to be ashamed of though they should’ve thought this through better.

“He’ll be fine. Might just need to get something over the counter for him. I’ll check it out. Don’t worry about it, hyung.”

“I’ve gotta, it’s my fault. I can get what you need. You’ve gotta go soon.” He starts ranting. “It’s probably a staph or a candida infection. I can just-”

He stops and frowns when Taehyung laughs at him, rubbing Jungkook’s back whose fidgeting with his hands, looking impatient. “Yoongi-hyung, Jungkook can’t get candida unless he fucked a girl with it.” He says with a mirthful smirk.

Yoongi pouts. “Alright, smartass.”

Taehyung chuckles. “It’s fine. I’ll check him out then let you know. And thanks, hyung. I’m not mad at you.”

Jungkook slides his cheek down Taehyung’s collarbone until his eyes are visible. “’M not mad either, hyungie. Hyungie didn’t mean it so it’s okay.”

“You little precious,” he says it like a curse and nearly skips to kiss Jungkook’s cheek, ruffling his hair. “Hyung’s so sorry, baby. Use the toilet like a good boy for your daddy and I’ll get you something to make it better, okay?”

“Okay.”

He’s so soft and sweet in the moment, Taehyung nearly thinks he’s transformed into someone else. It has his lips ticking up and leniency warming him. Yoongi kneels down by the bath and tugs at Jimin’s ears till he’s giggling and throwing suds at him. “Hey,” Taehyung says playfully as he pulls Jungkook’s pants down again and lets him sit on the toilet instead so if his doubles over from the burn he doesn’t fall. “Get outta here. I’m not mad at you, but you aren’t allowed fairy time at the moment.”

Yoongi turns to pout at Jimin. “Do I deserve fairy time, sunshine?”

“Don’t ask him. You know he-” But Jimin speaks over him.

“Hyungie deserves fairy time, because he said sorry and he’s gonna take care of Kookie. Don’t be a meanie, daddy.” He frowns, lower lip jutting out.

“How am I the meanie?!” But Jimin only scoffs and returns to rubbing the sweet scented sud on Yoongi’s cheeks.

Jungkook’s watery doe eyes are so wide as he sits, trembling through the pain, squeezing his muscles so hard to slow the flow of his urine. It doesn’t work. He’s been holding it for so long. Taehyung can see how helpless he feels in his eyes as he cries harder, because he can’t stop it. “Daddy,” he sobs.

“I know, baby bun, I know. Don’t try to hold it, little one. You’ll be done faster if you just let it out.” Jungkook can barely hear him, crashing hard into headspace and grabbing anywhere on him he can reach. Daddy keeps his lips to his forehead, whispering sweet things to him to keep him grounded. “Shhh shhh.” He exhales as he hears the flow slow down. He flushes and cleans Jungkook gently before sitting the sulking boy in the tub and going to wash his hands. Jimin smothers him in a hug, cooing at him until he calms. “My strong boy. You did so well. Daddy’s really proud of you. Hyungie’s proud of you too. Look at his pretty smile.”

“Kookie’s a good bunny.” Jimin all but pulls Jungkook into his lap even as their daddy reaches for him.

“Babydoll, come on. I’ve gotta take a look, daddy’s gotta go.” He only pouts and pulls Jungkook closer, arms locked around his waist as the younger boy nuzzles into him and curls up in the warm water. Taehyung gets what this is. He smiles to himself, fondly exasperated as he kneels, rolls up his sleeves to rest his forearms on the tub’s edge. “You don’t want daddy to go?”

“Daddy stays here.” He looks goddamn stubborn about it, sharp eyes daring Taehyung to oppose him. He’d find those eyes really fucking sexy if he didn’t have the threat of Seokjin and Namjoon back at the office, even then, it would probably be even sexier, but he’s got tons of preparation to do for the gala coming up and he doesn’t have time for this. “baby, if I don’t do this, Kookie’s gonna have to be in pain longer. You don’t want that, do you?”

“Kookie’s gonna be okay.” It’s a whine that he clearly doesn't believe himself and he cuddles deeper even as daddy frowns.

“Not if you don’t let daddy see what’s wrong. Kookie, come here, sweetheart.”

Jungkook reaches over and gives his daddy his hand and gets a kiss on the palm for it. “Good boy.”

“Daddy’s gonna be back soon, Jiminnie-hyungie.”

“Come on, angel, you know I never wanna leave you alone. Come here, I wanna give you kisses.”

Taehyung doesn’t think he’s slick, but he knows that one would work, plus he does really want to kiss his possessive beautiful boy, looking adorably soft with his blonde curls as usual. Jimin let’s Jungkook come to him and then Jimin crawls through the water, leans in too close to the tub’s edge and gets water all over Taehyung. He reaches around to grab at his daddy’s hair and presses their lips together. He licks into daddy’s mouth, tongue hot and smooth and stringing Taehyung along the short road to a burning arousal. Temptation, his baby is, but he gives in, moaning into Jimin’s mouth and kneading at his waist, wet and warm and god he wants to stay, stay and make Jimin’s knees weak and pamper Jungkook to full health. “Baby,” he groans. “You’re being naughty,” he smiles and Jimin returns it with perfectly staged innocence.

“Come back soon.” It rings loud and clear and he nods, promises.

He pulls Jungkook by his hips to stand before him as he kneels. His boy, though tense and waiting for the pain of his touch, is half hard when he stands. Taehyung shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable. Crying just a second ago, now you’re hard.”

“It’s not an uncommon combination from me.”

Nodding, Taehyung kisses his thigh. “You’re right there…Relax, baby. I promise this won’t hurt. If it does, tell me.”

Jungkook nods and Taehyung holds him gently by the base, pushing back his foreskin to see. “Daddy, this is weird.”

“I know. I kind of feel like a doctor.”

“You’d be a sexy doctor,” Jimin says. “But you can’t be one, because you’re not allowed to touch anyone else’s secret places.”

He chuckles, absolutely endeared. “And you guys called me possessive? Wouldn’t even let me be a doctor.” He scoffs, amused.

“Can just be our doctor,” Jungkook suggests and daddy peers up at him.

“Is this a new kink I should indulge?” He notes the inflamed skin around Jungkook’s cock-head while he’s distracted and sees that his urethra is nearly swollen shut. No wonder it was so painful. He’s never seen a tract infection spread so fast, but it’s definitely one he’s seen before, one he’s had before.

“Maybe,” Jungkook winces as Taehyung’s fingers press around his head when he pulls his foreskin back up. “Sorry, sweet.” He stands and kisses the boy’s bitten lip, keeping his hands away. “Brave boy. It’s definitely a staph. We can get you something easily, but it might burn for a little while longer, baby, it spread so quickly. You don’t feel any pain in your tummy, do you?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Ok, good. But daddy needs you promise you won’t hold it if you have to go, baby. It’ll make it worse and then it’ll hurt more. I want my baby better soon so can you do that for me?”

He looks nervous and Taehyung promises him more chocolate in exchange for a quick nod.

Yoongi gets three kinds of antibiotic ointments that are all for the same thing. Sue him, he’s paranoid and just wants Kookie better. Hoseok laughs at him the whole time he holds the boy still to apply the cream.

He has to talk Jungkook into drinking water because the boy is so scared of using the bathroom he’s willing to dehydrate. “Daddy said to go if I have to. I don’t have to. I don’t wanna have to.” He pouts, folding his arms and knees up in Hoseok’s lap.

“But, baby, we need you to have to.”

“No.”

“Well, hyung didn’t ask you now did he, bambi?” Hoseok says, tone stern all while curling around the boy’s back and stroking his hair.

He pouts and huffs stubbornly until he decides Hoseok doesn’t deserve to cuddle him and he crawls into Jimin’s lap, pushing his lollipop out of his mouth to make space for himself. The older boy is mature and sweet about it, telling Jungkook to get up so he can pull down his skirt and lets him sit without a complaint. He’s too transfixed by the TV to pay attention to Jungkook’s tantrum.

“So,” Hoseok turns to Yoongi, reclining on the couch. “Do we leave him like that?”

“I’ll call him back in a minute. Let that pout loosen a bit.”

Hoseok looks back over to the pair. They make a cute picture and he, of course, snaps one of them, sends it to Taehyung. A flash of pink catches his eye and he looks over, watches Jimin feed Jungkook some of his strawberry milk. The little blonde looks at Hoseok and smirks. ‘Baby’s a genius,” Hoseok thinks and blows him a kiss.

Jungkook accepts everything Jimin feeds him, even the dreaded water. Hoseok puts on an Ironman movie to command the boy’s attention. It works like a charm and Jungkook’s fidgeting after a while when they migrate to the boys’ bedroom and settle in bed. “Hyungie,” he whines quietly so that only Jimin hears, peering at Yoongi, sprawled out over his own bed. Needless to say, they don't call him back. The older takes his hands, all but smothering himself in Jungkook’s stomach. It has a whimper breaking pass his lips as his bladder pressurizes almost painfully. Jimin hums, but he doesn’t move his head, intertwining their fingers while all Jungkook can think about is twining his legs around Jimin’s neck to stop his nuzzling. He breathes through harshly flaring nostrils, tells himself this is nothing he can’t handle.

The pressure in his gut augments until his bladder balloons and Jimin can feel it. “Kookie,” he calls, warning and concern crisscrossing awkwardly in his voice. “You’ve gotta go.” Hoseok and Yoongi don’t hear. Hoseok’s fingers are gliding across his phone screen and Yoongi's asleep. Jungkook’s relieved, in one way at least.

He shakes his head, pushing Jimin’s weight off of his abdomen. “No, I can’t,” he stresses, rolling away from his hyung to curl his legs up and hush the urge. “Stop telling me to go.”

“Jungkook,” Hoseok calls, now attentive, but he’s cut off.

“You can and you promised daddy.” Jimin pulls him back by his shirt, but the younger just rolls further away, yanking his shirt away indignantly as he stumbles to his feet.
He sticks his tongue out at his hyung, but then they hear the thud of the front door and the jingle of keys and the click of shoes. “Home!”

“Daddy!” The maknae slips out of the room so fast all the liquid in his bladder sloshes around, not that it has much space to move, but it bears down on him and threatens to loosen his muscles. He clenches his muscles hard and slows his pace.

“Baby bun,” daddy smiles, a careful concern in his gaze as he drops everything on the kitchen counter to take Jungkook into his arms. Jimin follows a lot slower, frown in place. “How are you feeling?”

Jungkook keeps his lower body at a distance, throwing his arms around Taehyung and resting his head on his shoulder. “I’m okay.” He avoids all details although he knows his daddy will ask for more.

“Did going hurt any less?”

He doesn’t get the chance to answer, because Jimin snitches, placing himself in the circle of Taehyung’s outstretched arm. “He didn’t go.”

Jungkook can hear his daddy frown, feeling his demeanor shift. He tenses, refusing to look up and he grinds his teeth. “Baby,” his voice drops like lead. Jungkook feels when his hyungs enter the room but he hides his face in his daddy’s neck, doesn’t want to see the disappointment in their eyes and feel ashamed. But again, he doesn’t have a choice. Daddy sighs and he tightens his hold on his neck.

“Hyungs didn’t make me go,” Jungkook starts, formulating as he goes. “We were sleeping.”

“It wasn’t their job to make you do anything. You promised me you would go when you had to.”

Jungkook presses closer, simpers sweetly, hoping it appeases. “Didn’t gotta.”

“Go sit with hyungs, princess. Daddy’ll be right there. Yoongi-hyung, take Jiminnie to the living room, please.”

Hoseok looks like he wants to say something, object to Taehyung dealing with Jungkook now since he just got home probably, but he decides to stay out of it. A good decision, because frankly it’s not his place to interfere with his disciplining them. Interfering is what got them here in the first place. Yoongi comes to him, holding his arms out for a pliant Jimin who all but climbs him, mumbling that he’s sorry for telling again. Yoongi sits with him in the couch, thumbing at his cheeks and telling him he’s a good boy.

Taehyung reaches between his and his baby’s bodies and rubs over the very obvious bulge of Jungkook’s bladder. He sighs again, hand wrapping over the back of the boy’s neck to pull his head back and meet his eyes. He just stares and Jungkook starts fidgeting, pulling at his shirt and blinking so fast it’s like he thinks he can unsee Taehyung if he does it enough. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Tell your body that. It’s suffering right not, Kookie. Go where your hyungs are, on your knees on the floor, facing the wall.”

A whiny little whimper escapes him as he curls one leg over the other, but he doesn’t protest any further.

Sitting back on his heels eases a bit of the pressure in his bladder, but another pressure he’s never felt before settles on him. His hyungs are watching. Jungkook’s never had a public punishment. Jimin barely counts as an audience because he's so used to his presence. But daddy's always made it priority to keep their punishments private. Maybe he forgot? But he specifically told him to kneel where his hyungs are. His mind goes through little things, predictably ending on the sadness creeping over his throat at disappointing and lying to his daddy.

Taehyung goes to his room, washes his face and changes quickly. He wants a shower, but he doesn’t want Jungkook to wait long. He’s out in five minutes, Yoongi and Hoseok’s eyes following him in curiosity and a hint of disapproval. It’s because he’s allowing Jungkook to hold his urine even longer, knowing it’s bad for him, but it’s already considered.

He sits, spreading his legs and opening his arms when Jimin crawls over to him. “Hi, princess,” he smiles softly at how sleepy his baby looks all of a sudden. Kissing his forehead, he pulls him close for a snuggle and strokes through his hair. He’s seemingly given up on his guilt trip and settles until his eyelids are drooping. When he’s asleep, fist curled into Taehyung’s soft shirt, Hoseok takes him.

“I take it, you’re doing this for a reason?”

“Don’t you worry, hyung.”

He stands, sees the way Jungkook’s shoulders quiver and his thighs clench and knows he’s crying, completely silent. His poor stubborn little boy refuses to divulge how bad the urge is though his attempts are completely useless. Fingers slide over Jungkook’s scalp, pushing his head forward and down and he whimpers, dropping his walls a bit and letting his desperation peek through. “Bet it hurts doesn’t it, bun?”

Jungkook shakes his head hard, pout on his sweet little face set and solid.

“Still keeping this up? You’re disappointing daddy, Kookie.” He says with a sigh, watching Jungkook grip onto his own thighs.

“But daddy, it hurts!” His breathing gets a little ragged and Taehyung gives it a second, bracing his knee against Jungkook’s back and caressing the baby hairs on Jungkook’s neck so delicately he jumps from the ticklish feeling, recoiling away with a whine. Taehyung reaches around and palms beneath his chin and pulls him back to sit straight up.

The boy’s arms flail in front of him, but he doesn’t try to move his daddy’s hands, only grips back onto his own legs to restrain himself. Daddy’s voice has an overtone of irritation that Jungkook’s all but trained to pick up on as his submissive. “Doll, I recall telling you that holding it will only make you hurt worse the next time, did I not?”

“Yes, daddy. I know, but-”

“No buts, you know you only have to call one of your hyungs to go with you if you’re scared, but instead you ignore our promise and you were rude to your hyungs, refusing to drink when they gave you water. You know how sick you can get letting that infection spread, Jungkook?”

His tears fall at his name and he can’t say anything through the cotton in his throat. His bladder is absolutely screaming and if he so much as move suddenly, he knows his sphincter will give. “Daddy,” he whispers, letting go of his stubbornness to preserve his pride as it threatens to crumble away any minute now. He reaches back to grip loosely at daddy’s ankle, painfully aware of all the eyes on him. “I’ve gotta…”

“You don’t wanna go in your pants, do you?”

Realization dawns and he arches his neck back to look up at his daddy, shaking his head rapidly. “Daddy, daddy no. I wanna go. I gotta.”

“Because when they have to go, good boys go to the bathroom, don’t they?” His tone is gentle, yet firm.

“Yes! I’m sorry! Daddy please let me!” He’s shaking all over, squeezing and squeezing till his stomach almost cramps.

Taehyung takes the boy’s face in his hands gently, hating watching him cry so hard he hiccups over his breathes, pitch high up in his throat and cries near uncontrollable. He grips Taehyung’s ankle so hard, it hurts, begging to go where he swore not to before. The older knows how much Jungkook hates having accidents, finds them embarrassing beyond anything. He can count on one hand, the accidents Jungkook has had. They were either when he was in the littlest of spaces or physically unable to go to a bathroom. “I’m not going to let you go anywhere, Jungkook. And anytime you feel this stubborn, you’re going to kneel here in front of your hyungs until you go.”

He shakes his head hard, but when daddy runs those fingers down his neck again, his muscles jump and his sphincter slackens. He gasps, whimpering as he tries to grab for something, sobbing when the pain hits, burning worse than before like his daddy said it would. Daddy obliges him, instantly soft as he pries Jungkook’s hand from his ankle and walks around to face him. He leans down to press their foreheads together, watching Jungkook clench and clench but his muscles even through the pain, but it’s futile.

“Hot,” he cries, squealing when the flow quickens to where Taehyung can hear it. “Hurts. Daddy!”

“Oh, baby, I know. Shh, let it out. You’re okay, I’m right here.” He peppers his cheeks and neck with popping kisses, rubbing his back when Jungkook grabs his wrists, trembling as his pants soaks through and it drains onto the floor. Taehyung asks his hyungs to leave after getting him some tissues and he goes through routine, undressing Jungkook when the living room is clear, and wiping him down. Jungkook’s penis is redder than this morning and Taehyung curses, taking the crying boy for a shower that also serves as aftercare.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He sits in the tub, equally naked as the now clean sulky little bunny in his lap. “You know daddy hates to embarrass either one of you, but it was the only thing I could think of to stop you from hurting yourself.” He kisses the silky skin of Jungkook’s shoulders letting the boy hide himself adorably in his embrace. He coos with a laugh. “My little baby…forgive me?”

It takes a few soft minutes, rocking him back and forth, calling him the prettiest boy, before he whispers a tiny ‘okay.’ “But…but you’re gonna do it again.”

“Only if Kookie is bad.”

He pouts again. Taehyung kisses it. “I promise it’ll hurt less and less the more you go. Come on, we gatta apply your antibiotic again.”

Taehyung only puts Jungkook in a pair of panties to keep him cool and the boy rolls around restlessly until Hobi comes in to tickle him until he’s tired, bringing Jimin along when he wakes up. He’d been moved to his bedroom before Jungkook started crying, but now he’s telling Jungkook sorry for tattling all while being mad at the younger for making his infection worse.

“Hyungs,” Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, feeling the day catch up to him. Both men hum, detangling from his boys as they re-tangle with each other. “I wanna iron this thing out before I’m run into the ground and too tired to do it.”

“I agree. I’ve been getting a little impatient myself.” Yoongi moves into the dining room and Hoseok grabs a notepad and tosses it to Taehyung as he sits. The youngest is a little baffled, chuckling. Seems his hyungs have been more on edge than he initially thought. A soft anxiety worms into his gut and it shows in the way he keeps pulling his hands apart and curling them back together.

“Don’t be nervous, Taetae,” Hoseok laughs, slightly quelling him. “Hyung said he was impatient, but we’re not going to pounce as soon as permission’s given.”

“This is still fucking weird,” Yoongi interrupts,” pulling Taehyung’s eyes toward him.

“How so?”

“Needing your permission. Especially because I’m used to…” He doesn’t have to finish. They know what he means.

“Suck it up,” Taehyung says, that signature possessiveness uprising again. But Yoongi doesn’t look offended, a bit impressed in fact as he gives a gummy smile.

“Look at little Taehyungie.”

Taehyung bristles a bit, but lets it go. “Anyway, we’ll go over basic caretaker rules, then punishments and sex-related stuff. When that comes up, you guys can give me particulars and I’ll tell you what’s my absolute don’ts and do’s as well as the boys. I’ve got most of their preferences and limits written down here too.” He flips to a clean page and takes a deep breath, giving them his undivided attention.

Here goes.

Chapter Text

The old notepad has always been reliable. It was just a little thing Taehyung had grabbed up in his haste five years ago to quickly jot down the specifics of his budding relationship with two of the most gorgeous boys he’d ever laid eyes on so he would finally be able to touch them like they deserved, with all the tenderness and care he’d been cooking up for a long time. Of course, he’d transferred the information to a more longsuffering form, but he’d never gotten rid of the old notepad, because it held such strong memories.

Now, another set of penchants, limits and rules are penned into its pages. He wonders if he’s betraying the memories, but he honestly doesn’t feel any way about it. So, he goes with it. Yoongi and Hoseok have promised to ease the boys into the new dynamic and ensure their comfort and safety. The CEO, unfortunately, cannot be there most times, but they plan to work some scenes around his schedule, preferably, only doing official scenes in his presence, or more accurately, under his scrutiny. As much as his anxiety gnaws at him and despite their prior fuck-up, he realizes he really trusts his hyungs to treat his baby boys well. Said boys are in fact quite excited after eavesdropping on their talk last night. They’d skulked back into their bedroom like their giggling would somehow be lost on the air.

Jimin’s in Taehyung’s room now and he thinks Jungkook is too, but he can’t be sure as he refuses to open his eyes and greet the morning light and Jimin’s subtly sweet scent is the only thing caressing his olfaction. The boy is very close, his body heat suffusing in sparks rather than a blanket as he makes contact at odd places. Sometimes his legs, sometimes his stomach and beyond. He can feel it over his face now and as his mind and body makes physical reconnections, his smile shows on his face.

“What are you doing, little flower?” Hoseok’s failed whisper rings through the room, blasting through the serenity like a predator in a field of bunnies and Taehyung’s eyes open almost unconsciously to find him. Instead, he finds a draping of red fabric with a thin sliver of pastel green beneath its shadow. Tan skin extends from the sides of the sliver and he fantastically gathers that he’s been sleeping between Jimin’s thighs. He goes to reach up and hold him, but his fingers only twitch, still half-asleep.

“Minnie’s waking daddy,” he says happily, tongue getting caught behind his teeth in a sweet lisp.

Hoseok chuckles. “I think he’s awake,” he says as Taehyung’s fingers finally wake up.

The cascade of the red t-shirt he presumes to be his own moves out of the way with a whoosh and then Jimin’s sitting on his chest and smiling down at him, cherub cheeks full and flushed as his eyes crinkle. “Hi, daddy!” He chirps like his daddy is a new discovery and Taehyung can’t hold back his laugh any longer, though it’s mostly stifled under Jimin’s weight.

“Morning, my pretty kitten.” His cheeks ripen and Taehyung takes him by the underarms to swing him backwards so his back lands in his lap, thighs settled around his shoulders. “You’re up early today. You sure it’s just to wake me up or did you come for something else?” Jimin rolls his head back to look at Hoseok, still standing coolly by the door. Looking embarrassed, he ignores his daddy’s insinuation and swings his legs over until he rolls onto his stomach. “Morning, Hoseok-hyung. You come to catch some early eye candy too?”

The redhead smiles, not that he ever stops. “I’ve already gotten it, trust me.”

Just like that, everything hits him. Today should be eventful. He hopes he has the energy to take it all in. Hoseok strolls over to his bed and reaches out to Jimin. “Come here, flower. Let’s get you some food. Let Tae get ready.”

Normally, Jimin would object, say he wants to stay and help, but he’s also very aware of the expectations of the day. He climbs into his hyung’s arms without protest, letting himself be taken away with a blown kiss from Taehyung.

Hoseok feels like he’s achieved a dream or some shit when it’s actually just a short-term yet very powerful fantasy. Taehyung’s boys. Just saying it gives him a thrilling, lustful tickle. He thinks he’s kind of a creep for coveting his donsaeng’s boyfriend who are also his even younger dongsaengs, but Yoongi’s a creep too, so it’s okay, right? Either way, they’re going to guide the boys into becoming their temporary submissives starting today. Once in a while, the future comes to mind. How will this affect their friendship later? Will this ruin their established dynamic? But they’ve both agreed that Jimin and Jungkook’s feelings coming out of this are of greatest importance. The extent of any of their lingering feelings would be sexual tension, an inclination to dominate or submit and finally a feeling of loss as they sew up this end, a what could’ve been. But the initial two things have always been there if Jungkook’s little concession about Yoongi’s hands is anything to go by. Losing this dynamic would be a bit of fun lost to he and Yoongi, but Jimin and Jungkook have Taehyung, whom they both are madly in love with and is everything they need and want, so it’s no big deal. Besides, if they wanted to do this again, no strings attached, he’s about ninety percent sure Taehyung would let it happen despite his territorial streak. He clearly has a huge erection for watching someone else dominating his boys. Finally, the ‘what could’ve been’ feeling is impossible. It’s always been unspoken that this was a fling. Nothing could have been. Romantic feelings were never on the table.

Jungkook takes his lap at breakfast and Jimin takes Yoongi’s. There’s a certain charge to the air that feels like threatening a dragon and being congratulated on stealing his prize by that very dragon. Taehyung’s smirk as he brings his spoon to his mouth is so amused, they can almost ignore his constantly bouncing knee. He’s got his dress shirt on, but the collar is creased and “Did a three-year-old button your shirt, Tae?” Hoseok inquires with a smirk of his own.

The brunette glances down and back up so quickly he couldn’t have possibly seen anything, but his comeback is just as fast. “I take offense to that on behalf of my littles.”
Yoongi’s lips tick up, likely at Taehyung’s claim: ‘my littles.’ Jimin perks up, folding his arms after popping fruit into his mouth. “Hey! I always button it right!” He puts his bare foot up on the table with a pout, the rose color of his toes as delicate as that of an orchid mantis.

“I’ll let you believe that, baby.” Yoongi pulls the boy further back onto his lap, dragging his foot down in the process. Jungkook giggles, his eyelids still puffy and movements slow. “Kookie, how do you feel?” Jimin gasps, just recalling the infection.

Jungkook blushes at his hyung’s open concern, hands curling in between his thighs as Hoseok feeds him. He mumbles a “It’s okay, doesn’t hurt as much as yesterday” and puts Jimin’s heart at ease, smile swarmed in adoration like a bees to a hive. It’s something Hoseok’s always noticed; how the love between these three always feels like it germinated yesterday yet riddled with the knowledge and nurturing of decades of development. It’s dreamy in a word.

“Make sure you do what I told you today, bunny. Jiminnie, make sure you go with him to help reapply his cream. Though, I know you both will be quite preoccupied today,” Taehyung glances between Hoseok and Yoongi.

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Jungkook sing-songs.

Taehyung, whose been eating twice as fast at the rest of them, gets up to kiss Jimin and Jungkook before putting his bowl in the kitchen. He makes them promise to tell him how the day goes, all the goods and bads before he leaves.

It all becomes real when they’re left alone with Jungkook, Jimin and the notepad that sits in plain sight on the living room table. “You boys are so far,” Yoongi points out with a slight frown as he walks out of the bathroom. Jimin’s farthest away from Hobi on the couch, his chin resting on Jungkook’s head as the younger makes himself as small as possible on the floor between his legs. Jimin’s definitely kitten-like, nosing behind Jungkook’s ears and down his neck, button nose incessantly rubbing like he can’t get enough of the touch and smell.

“Today’s about you two, what you wanna do. We only really have one thing planned and it’s very simple, so don’t worry any,” he assures them.

“Also, you can ask anything you want to. Today’s about feeling this out.”

A few minutes sees them with a kit of many colors laid out and Hoseok seated on the floor awaiting a makeover. They’re not far into little space at all, throwing around ideas of making Hoseok into a “tribal monk” and making Yoongi the avatar because his white hair would look good with blue eyeshadow in it somehow. Jungkook is knelt between his legs fanning a brush expertly over his cheeks and his focused expression is just adorable. Hoseok messes him up every so often with a ticklish wrinkle of his brow and sometimes just to see him pout. Jimin’s just about to join in, having been crafting some kind of colorful book from construction paper under Yoongi’s watchful eye. Yoongi’d discovered a box labelled “little things” in the laundry room that he would’ve never suspected due to its deep gray color that camouflaged so well with the room’s dull-toned aesthetic.

“Op!” Yoongi exclaims, grabbing Jimin’s wrists just as he’s reaching for the makeup kit. “You need to change, kid.”

“But why,” Jimin whines.

“Because that’s Taehyung’s shirt and I see an impending disaster in the very near future.” The boy sighs dramatically, shoulders hefting up with the extravagant breath and eyes popping like Yoongi’s asked him to turn his skin on the wrong side. “All of that?” he asks, amused.

“Daddy doesn’t even wear this shirt.” Yoongi takes one look at the rich red color of the shirt and the way Jungkook glances over wide-eyed and concludes that he’s lying.

“Want me to help you?” His eyes widen even further before he’s shaking his head. “Then go do it on your own.”

“I don’t wanna change.” His shoulders sag, but his eyes have a certain fire to them that Yoongi recognizes. “You can’t make me.”

“Flower, listen to hyung. Gonna misbehave on our first day?” Hoseok tries, but Jimin’s tugging himself out of Yoongi’s hold, ignoring him.

It’s simple really. They’ve been molding the building blocks of a dynamic for a little while, but now it’s officially in full construction. Naturally, Jimin and Jungkook want to test the foundation, let it get rained on and sunbeaten and see how it reacts, let it prove itself strong. Previously, whenever Yoongi and Hoseok had instructed them to do something, Taehyung was usually present and they had been all too quick to obey. Quintessentially, it was indirect obedience, them wanting to be good in front of their daddy, but now that they’re alone, it’s clear they don’t acknowledge Yoongi and Hoseok as their doms. It’s Jimin right now, but Jungkook is sure to follow. He’s sure it’s partially why Taehyung didn’t let them in on punishments, save for that faithful day. They’d have embarrassed themselves. How do they respond?

“Alright, sunshine. You don’t wanna change, you don’t have to.” Jimin looks at him skeptically, but satisfied as he straddles Yoongi’s thighs and begins to pin his hair back from his forehead. This is where many dominants would get it wrong and punish them or make them listen, but Yoongi understands that there needs to be trust there.

Fortunately, it’s not like they’re building from scratch. These boys have been precious to them for years, it just takes a little more in this situation. That’s exactly what today is for.

“Hyung,” Jungkook calls.

“Yeeesss, baby?” Hoseok drawls, noting the change in honorific.

“Are we your first subs that are littles?” Jungkook’s pulling Jimin from a very quiet bathroom trip, no screaming, no crying. Good signs, good signs. Hoseok is in the kitchen, attempting to make lunch.

“Good question.” He reaches back to pinch the boy’s cheek.

“You know, since you and Yoongi-hyung aren’t really daddy doms.”

Hoseok smirks. “How do you know?”

Jungkook shrugs, squeezing himself into the same chair as Jimin and kissing him on the lips when he frowns. “I dunno. I can just tell.”

“Well, you’d be right. And no, you’re not our first. I’ve never been with a little officially, but I have had scenes with them and have quite the affection for them. You two are also a big part of that cultivated affection.”

Jimin pitches in, swinging his legs. “So why aren’t you a daddy dom too?”

Hoseok places his knife on the counter and turns to them. “Well, because I’m not a very soft dom. And that’s typically what littles need. While I find being with littles extremely refreshing, that kind of play most of the time just wouldn’t fully satisfy me.”

“So why do you want us?”

Yoongi joins them then, biting into an apple, mouth now clean of lipstick. “’Cause he’s got a kink for consensually taking what’s someone else’s. The fact that you’re Taehyung’s will tickle his fancy like nothing else.” Hoseok’s cheeks redden as Yoongi smirks lopsidedly around the bite of fruit.

Jungkook kicks his legs out, squealing a “Hyung, you were listening!”

“Says the one eavesdropping yesterday.” He tugs Jungkook’s bottom lip that predictably falls into a pout when he lets go.

“What about you, Yoonie-hyungie?”

“I like pretty things, dainty and delicate things."

Hoseok mumbles a “like you?” and gets the apple thrown at him. “And you two are the most stunning embodiment of that. I also have a thing for brats. My first little was a brat and I loved it, but I can do without the whole daddy title and some responsibilities. It’s a bit much.”

Jimin nods, things clicking into place in his head. “Any other questions?” Hoseok prompts. “This is good.”

“I’ve got a question,” Yoongi raises his hand like a school student as he sits on the table. He meets Jimin’s eyes as he asks. “Jimin, any particular reason other than it being a new thing why you’re uncomfortable undressing in front of us?”

Jungkook looks at Jimin like he’s just hearing about this. The blond ducks his head with a little pout, playing with Jungkook’s fingers. “Um…because…because of that night. When you found me and Kookie in the bathroom. I don’t remember much of it, but I remember I was embarrassed.”

“Because you were naked?”

He shakes his head. “Because I was begging.”

Hoseok interjects. “But the next day when Tae had you across his lap in front of us you were begging and hella embarrassed.”

Jimin’s shoulders hitch up and he gets this helpless look on his face that has them frowning. “I-I don’t know. That was different. That was daddy.”

“Wait wait, baby. This is sounding kind of bad.” Hoseok comes to lean his elbows on the table in front of them. “You remember that scene right? Taehyung humiliated you so thoroughly in front of us, I was actually worried when you turned to him and begged him to stop. It almost looked like you didn’t want it, but you didn’t say a safeword and I trusted Tae. Now you’re saying that the only thing that made humiliating you as opposed to you simply walking out of a bathroom naked and desperate okay was that your daddy was there? That sounds a bit off. Please, correct that for me, lovely, or else we have some serious talking to do.”

Jimin looks thoroughly overwhelmed, like he’s slipping and it isn’t helping Hoseok’s thoughts on the situation. Yoongi leans down, voice soft as he finds Jimin’s gaze. “Sunshine, was it new for your daddy to humiliate you that badly?”

He perks back up, sunlight glinting off his shiny brown eyes. “No, no! Daddy does that sometimes and let’s Kookie watch. It’s not new.”

“And do you like it?” Yoongi feeds.

To Hoseok’s relief, Jimin nods confidently and meets their eyes. “I do, but I always get really embarrassed afterwards.”

“That’s normal. And you’re quite sensitive from what I’ve seen so far, so nothing’s off there.” He glances to Hoseok, searching for his approval, if he sees any other weeds to pluck out.

“I…I guess it’s because it wasn’t a scene and I wasn’t at home and daddy wasn’t there. It was the first time hyungies…helped me cum too and we got caught so I got scared so everything just hit me afterwards. I’m sorry.”

Yoongi smiles at him, petting his head. “Don’t apologize, babe. That’s all normal and valid. But you know that hyungs thought you were beautiful through all of that, right? The both of you.”

He looks up, preening just a smidgen. “Really?”

“Absolutely stunning.”

“Duh,” Hobi adds, making Jungkook giggle.

He breaks out in a smile that’s sure to have melted thousands of hearts. “Okay, Minnie will be confident.”

“Good boy,” Yoongi ruffles his hair.

Hoseok successfully makes then lunch and after they’ve finished and cleaned up, they lead the boys back into the living room.

“Alright, so I know you boys are familiar with trust exercises, right?”

They both nod, eyes sparkling with excitement. It’s clear that some hurdles have already been jumped and they’re well on their way to a good trusting foundation. “And why are they important?” Hoseok thumbs some sauce from the corner of Jungkook’s mouth and sits beside him.

“To help us to trust that you will treat us well and help you to trust us too.”

Yoongi busies his hands in Jimin’s hair, petting him as a reward for his correct answer. “Also, to put you in a position to depend on us and listen, right?”
Jimin’s meek when he nods, bright eyes looking up at him and he feels this will go pretty well. “Okay,” Yoongi continues. “So, there are two exercises we wanna try. One involves you holding your breath because Hobi wants to do some breath play with you both eventually and for the other you’re just gonna be blindfolded and do what hyungs say. I promise it’s nothing scary. You both can always just say you don’t want too, of course, and we’ll stop immediately.”

Jungkook fidgets. “You okay with that, bun?” Hoseok asks. But then he sees Jungkook’s lashes flutter like he’s blinking away an image and maybe the boy likes the idea a bit too much.

“Yeah.”

“Alright then.” Hoseok rubs down his chin with a smile then nods to Yoongi who pulls two cliché pieces of black cloth from his pockets; the blindfolds. Jimin pulls his knees together and Jungkook pulls at his sleeves. Things are getting realer for them, their nerves and excitement palpable. Hoseok keeps hawk eyes on their body language to ensure that excitement doesn’t sour to anxiousness of fear. “Another thing we wanna do to add to the atmosphere and kind of enhance the headspace is to have you both near naked, but you don’t have to.” His voice is quiet and near ceremonial.

“It’s okay, hyungie. We can do that, right Minnie-hyungie?” Bless little Jungkook. He’s already slipping a bit at the thought and it makes Hoseok catch a breath, looking Yoongi in the eyes and communicating their mutual eagerness and nervousness with no words. Jimin agrees easily, tiny fingers lacing. Hoseok had showed the boys last night everything they had gained Taehyung’s permission to do with them and undressing predictably wasn’t off limits anymore.

“Alright, baby boy,” Yoongi says, holding Jungkook’s hand and guiding him up from the couch and into his lap like a gentleman. “Gonna be good for hyungie?” His tone sweetens to honey, voice lilting as he positions the blindfold over Jungkook’s eyes.

“Yes,” he answers softly, the nickname easing him into this new mood. He’s never really been called baby boy by anyone but his boyfriends so, it has that warm sugary tingle going off in his stomach that comes with the newness, especially because his hyung is not ultra-affectionate on the regular. He feels small and loved and it’s really nice. “I’m a good boy.” He hasn’t felt this anxious about something so simple as a trust exercise in years. It’s a pleasant little feeling that has him kicking his feet and letting himself slip a little more. The last thing he sees is Jimin on Hobi-hyung’s lap, little frown on his mouth when the cloth comes around his eyes.

Jimin grabs into the material of Hoseok’s shirt the moment his eyes are blinded. Hoseok ties off the cloth quickly, reading his distress instantly and cupping Jimin’s face and thumbing at his cheeks to ground him. “Hush, flower, hyung’s right here. Not going anywhere.”

“Hyungie’s not gonna make me stand, right?” Just like that, he sounds on the verge of tears. He’s looking up at Hoseok and turning his head in different directions, clearly panicking a little and this is part of what’s different with littles versus your regular submissives; the delicateness of their emotional and mental states is heightened. It helps that Hoseok’s been around them so long as well as seen Taehyung care for them he knows what they respond to best. But at the moment, he doesn’t think of any of that, only gets mesmerized of how Jimin’s puckered lips just look so soft, how the light sheen on them from him licking them is accentuated because he can’t see his eyes. “I can’t, hyungie-”
Hoseok kisses him quiet, a fragile breath escaping onto his lips, shaky with surprise. Yoongi smirks at his side, but he doesn’t matter. Hoseok pulls back, kind of wants to see Jimin’s eyes, knows they’d be big and glassy right about now, but he’s content watching him bite into his pillowy lower lip as red stains his cheeks. “Think hyungie’s gonna let you get hurt?” He strokes over his sweet cheeks.

“No?” He breathes and Hoseok almost coos at how cute he sounds, how little and breathless, instead he nuzzles their noses together.

“Never. Just tell hyung what you’re uncomfortable with or say your safeword, understand?”

Jimin nods.

“That kiss was okay?”

He ducks his head, fingers playing along Hoseok’s chest adorably. “Yeah. That was good, hyungie.”

“Good,” his voice is smooth and so satisfied and Jimin’s getting butterflies, so unused to hearing his Hobi-hyung like this. He’s heard snippets and tidbits, but now that they’re alone, have the house to the four of them, he doesn’t know, it just feels so much more potent, like the air they breathe is a drug to steroid all their interactions and make their hearts race.

Hoseok hears Jungkook responding to a question Yoongi asks, his soft voice lilting familiarly. “I’m full, hyungie,” he’s saying, turned to straddle Yoongi’s thighs with his hands held in his.

“Good, good boy. You just focus on hyungs, got it?” Jungkook nods, head inflating with the lulling compliment. He feels the need to squirm, but he stops himself, unsure if he’s allowed. Everything feels off-limits with his sight compromised. He makes himself content to let Yoongi and Hoseok teach him what they want from him, which is really the point of all this, he knows. He hears Yoongi chuckle gently. “Need your words, Bambi.”

“I’ll focus on hyungies,” he replies, too quickly and too loudly.

“Sir.”

“Huh?” He tilts his head up like he’ll see Yoongi clearer with his eyes covered, voice breathy.

Yoongi trails his hands up Jungkook’s arms slowly, coming back down to tug his clenched fingers free then back up again. “You call me Sir in scene, both of you.” He doesn’t ask and Jungkook feels his breath escape him, surprised. Yoongi watches his mouth, pretty bow lips turning down in a tiny frown and even that looks hesitant so the older takes a figurative step back, but Jungkook replies quicker.

“Okay, sir.” He says it slowly and it sounds so small, so edgeless and delicate on his lips, Yoongi smiles, hand coming up to thumb at his chin.

“That was adorable.” And the boy blushes. “You do the same for Hoseokie too, understand?”

Jungkook turns in Hoseok’s direction but doesn’t answer. “Not gonna call me Sir too, Kookie?” Hoseok asks, hand massaging into Jimin’s nape. The boy is almost limp, body tilting sideways into his chest.

“Hyung didn’t ask me to.”

“Oh, I didn’t, did I? That’s fine. My flower, can you let hyung hear you say Mister and I’ll decide?”

Jimin’s shoulders bunch like he’s shy and Hoseok pulls him into his chest and strokes along his side. Jimin whispers out a tiny little ‘mister,’ and Hoseok immediately loves it, spreading his thighs to let Jimin’s bottom fall between.

“I love that,” he smooths his hand up to Jimin’s nape again, loving the feel of his artfully shaped neck and soft skin then tugs on his hair a little. His head falls back easily and the little one gasps, fists clenching on his thighs. The redhead watches Jungkook squirm on Yoongi’s lap, watches him squeeze Yoongi's hips between his thighs at the sound. “How do you like that, Minnie?”

“Makes me feel really little, hyu- I mean, mister.” He whines directly after, embarrassed little sound and wants to bury his face in Hoseok’s neck, but he can’t with his neck drawn back. Hoseok coos.

“You are really little,” Yoongi answers, feeding the headspace and Jimin whines again, pulling his knees in tighter, breath quickening as Hoseok watches his full mouth pop open from the harsh angle. “You boys ready to undress for us?” That gets Jungkook really squirming.

“Stay still, baby boy, you’re gonna get Yoongi hard.”

“I think he’s getting hard,” Yoongi laughs, settling his hands on his wriggling hips.

The redhead smirks, trailing one finger up Jimin’s bare thigh and watching it twitch in response. He’s so responsive, licking at his cherry lips with a deeper breath. “Wouldn’t know for sure, cause you’re so small, aren’t you, little baby?” Jungkook leans forward, nosing at Yoongi’s throat and whining in upset. His pitch is higher than they last heard it and it seems he’s still regressing.

“So mean,” Yoongi chuckles.

But Hoseok pushes in a sterner tone. “I said, aren’t you, little one?”

“Yes, m-mister,” he whimpers brokenly, rubbing his forehead on Yoongi’s collar for comfort as his cheeks blossom to a lovely carmine.

“There you go. Lovely boy.”

Yoongi coos, slipping his hand around Jungkook’s neck to thumb at his Adam’s apple and tug him back to sit properly. “We didn’t mean to get you hard, Bambi. Sorry, that was mean of us.” But Jungkook’s still reeling at the hold his hyung’s got on him. “Wish I could touch you, but we’ve gotta wait till you’re healed up.” Ticklish fingertips skirt the hem of his shirt, the material short enough for his fingers to graze Jungkook’s stomach and make him curl from the feeling. His breath leaves him in a sudden huff and he puts his arms up without being asked.

“Oh someone’s eager,” Hoseok laughs, hooking his arms under Jimin and hefting him up to lay him out again atop the couch. He sinks into it, fingers stretching out and ankles flexing gently like he’s surmounting the instinct to curl up, but he doesn’t dare to do so. Hoseok’s weighty presence and the intensity of his gaze ensures it. A small marine animal is what he resembles in the moment, wriggling to no avail against the lapping swells of oceans or in this case, bulges of leather. Hoseok hears the leather release a soft huff of relief as Yoongi stands after coaxing Jungkook from his lap. Disorientation sits in the boy’s groping fingers, spacey and floating in search of signal.

His rosebud mouth is the same shade as his nipples when Yoongi slips his shirt over his head faster than he can fret about it. Still, he swings his arms in at the elbows to hide himself, but Yoongi steps into his space and catches his wrists with a silken ease, the slap of the contact startling Jimin. “Hush, little flower,” Hoseok tells him, trailing his fingers gingerly along his jaw as though it were a blade’s deadly edge.

He kneels, encircling Jimin’s waist with his arm to solace him. “How are you, gorgeous?” The ball-point ends of Jimin’s lips curl upward like he can hear the smile in Hoseok’s voice. He’s comfortable. Good.

“Jiminnie’s good, mister.” How lovely.

“Feeling little?”

“Mhmm.” He nods, soft tendrils of his light hair bounding up and down onto the blindfold.

His hand slips down to ghost over Jimin’s thigh and dip under the hem of his T-shirt, making his knees tick closed. Teasing, he continues to dip under then pull away, revealing a bit more tanned skin each time. Jimin’s chest heaves with the building tension and an invisible smile curls Hoseok’s mouth. The little blonde is also releasing tiny pulses of giggles from the ticklish touch and Hoseok can’t explain why the dual reaction arouses him more.

“Bet you wish you’d listened to Sir when he told you to change earlier, huh?”

Hoseok watches this pretty thing’s breathing serrate as he pulls the shirt up over his little chest. Pretty and stubborn, he is. “No…you were gonna take it all off anyway.”
A tumbling noise of disbelief leaves Hoseok and Yoongi huffs. “Watch your tone, baby sunshine. Not the day to start being a brat. You’ll find your mister here isn’t near as lenient as your daddy.”

Recalling his embryonic knowledge of this pair’s scene workings and the expectation of his submission, Jimin rushes out. “Sorry, sir, mister,” body waning in the couch.
Jungkook lies on the floor behind Hoseok. Yoongi hovers over him. He’s been stripped down to his underwear like Jimin. Yoongi didn’t expect the frilly delicate lavender panties with the way the boy was dressed today, swamped in a dark T-shirt and sweats. Yoongi wonders if these boys even own boxers anymore. Not that he’s complaining.
He has Jungkook straddled, barring him down and though the boy is blinded, it’s obvious he feels it, the imposition of the position, of Yoongi’s body. “Sir?” He breathes, unsure like a prayer to a god constructed on shaking faith.

“Bambi,” he hums back, bathing himself in Jungkook’s beauty, his alabaster skin, magenta hair stretching down to tickle the straight bridge of his nose. Little doll.
His next words are just as airy, nearly obliterated by the drawling whine Jimin lets out. Jungkook doesn’t ask about it, his attention stolen. “What are you gonna do to me?”

“Ahhh, don’t say it like that. You know what I’m gonna do.” His tone shifts from the dragging coo to a quieter hum. “Don’t make it sound like you want something more. Tempts me to give it to you.” Pale fingers traverse the length of Jungkook’s throat, the lines thereof delicately curved inwards at the center as he raises his chin for Yoongi, pliant and pretty. His chest works over a hardy inhale, letting free the occasional huff. He’s so fucking worked up over nothing, Yoongi’s tempted to make him put his hands above his head to inspire a greater feeling of helplessness and gorge on his reactions, but he needs Jungkook’s hands closest to him so they can indicate if Yoongi’s going too far when his mouth can’t. He traces the line of moles on Jungkook’s chest to his nipple and chuckles when his breathing accelerates. He’d be begging by now he this had been Taehyung, Yoongi knows, but he’s being a patient boy out of politeness. “Hoseok, I’ll go first.”

“Gotcha.”

“Little pretty, Sir’s gonna put his hand over your mouth and nose to cut your breath. You’re gonna hold it and I’m going to watch you real closely.” Grabbing Jungkook’s hands slowly to not scare him in thinking they’re starting immediately, he places them on his forearms. “You tap me and I’ll stop immediately. Once to let you breathe and twice to stop entirely. We’ll go three rounds. I’ll tell you when one round ends and when the second begin. Do you understand?”

Jungkook agrees, approves and repeats the instructions back to him when prompted. Yoongi then kneads into his chest to calm his anticipation. “Hush hush. Don’t worry about a thing. Hyung’s right here, gonna listen to your body even if you don’t tap me.”

Yoongi doesn’t tell him that this can be especially intense since he’s blindfolded, because in little space like this, he’d be frightened, though he knows Yoongi would never hurt him. “Just nod when you’re ready, baby.” He does so in a second, taking deep breaths. Yoongi slowly scissors Jungkook’s nose with his middle and ring fingers before curling his palms securely over his mouth. “On the count of three,” he warns. “One…Two…Three.”

In a clothespin pinch, he brings his fingers together and watches Jungkook’s chest freeze mid-breath. His chin raises instinctively to try and stretch for the air and he squeezes Yoongi’s arms, letting out a panicked little noise and Yoongi lets go. “Hey, right here, right here,” he says, totally unfrazzled and it calms Jungkook a little. Taking his face in his hands grounds him, but he still whimpers, Yoongi notes, his frowning mouth bringing the older man metaphorically to his knees. It takes him a moment to re-school himself on the fact that Jungkook is a little and has different needs than another type of sub. He adapts quickly, leaning to kiss gently over his nose and cheeks. He feels rather strange, but he doesn’t short cut, tipping the boy’s chin up to spot kisses on his jaw till he’s giggling preciously in shrill gasps and tumbles.

“Sorry, I’m ready now, hyung.” Yoongi doesn’t correct the honorific, not the time, only tells him he doesn’t need to apologize. He counts down again, spotting Hoseok rubbing over Jimin’s stomach and whispering gently in his ears till he lets his head fall to the side with breathless sigh.

The next time, Jungkook takes it well.

Everything quiets with his frozen breath then loudens to an impossible decibel. Jungkook identifies the vague familiarity of subspace coming on too fast. His body becomes loose with the anoxia then he can’t feel it because his attention can no longer prioritize the sensation as it whispers its needs in his ears like a lethal foretelling. It gets louder, but he can still hear Yoongi over it, voice soothing and calm. Hold on for me. Sir just needs you to a little longer. You’re doing so well. It holds him steady and as his lungs burn and he feels he wants to cry for air, his world shrinks down to just Yoongi’s voice, Sir’s voice, Sir’s hands, rubbing his chest and blocking his air. The need to hold on a bit longer to please him. It’s something he’s felt before when his daddy holds tight to his throat while rocking him into the bed and the thought of that arouses him. He feels Sir’s weight over him, across his thighs, the way his own cock wilts as the blood slows in his veins and the flare in his chest gets hotter. He taps once. Can barely feel his hands when he does and Yoongi releases him.

The world rushes back to him. “Hi, little pretty,” Sir says gentler, and fingers comb through his bangs until he can speak again. “Did so well. How are you feeling?”

An incoherent grunt answers him and he lets Jungkook reel till he comes back around, cradling his head all the while. “That was fast,” he laughs. “Probably because you were already hard, those endorphins were flowing. How was that, Kookie? Anything you didn’t like?”

“Feels weird…on my face,” he says slowly and Yoongi wants to see his eyes, to see how far he’s drifted, but it’s quite a bit judging from the drudge of his speech.

“My hand?”

A nod. “’S okay. Kookie likes it.” His hands paw at Yoongi’s shoulders and he obediently leans down and kisses his chin. But needy little thing he is, he raises his chin and pouts till Yoongi gives him one on the lips.

Jungkook jumps when Jimin gasps raggedly and Sir tells him he and Jimin are alternating turns.

The second time his oxygen is cut off he’s calmer, less energy in his limbs to move and yet his body feels like it’s buzzing. The third time he feels like he’s floating, lost in a dream and not sure if he wants to be found or not. He doesn’t tap this time. He’s turned on his side when he can breathe again, his body flopping as Sir maneuvers him. He rubs over his back. “Sir?”

“Hi, Bambi boy. Was that subspace or were you just on the cusp?”

“Th-The…almost…not yet.”

“Alright, you can still talk to me, good.” He pulls Jungkook up and into him by his underarms. Subspace isn’t something he wants to happen now. Later, when their dynamic is riper, they can delve head-first into that. He sits against the couch and pulls the floppy-limbed boy onto his lap. “You were so good, Bambi.” He strokes Jungkook’s hair, other arm around his waist as the boy curls his legs around his hips as best he can with his uncoordinated body. “When you’re ready, we can talk about how it went, okay?”

Jungkook simply nods as Yoongi unties the blindfold and tugs it free. The world is bright and hazed in holographic blue, Jimin and Hoseok are yellow and red and quite clear.
“Ai, there you go, lovely. Better?” Hoseok pushes Jimin up with a steady hand on his back and slips the blindfold off of him. Jimin is a lot more active than Jungkook is, as expected, taking a bit more to knock him into subspace. Instead, he whines quietly, thick brows furrowing and eyes crinkling as he curls into Hoseok’s neck. The redhead coos, lifting him and cradling him sweetly when they sit back on the couch.

They migrate to the largest bathroom in the house, hidden away in the rare of the house and decked in sutured black marble walls and a central tub as long as four large stoves shoved together. In it, sloshes milky pink water that smells of roses and looks like a portal with the white light striking it directly. Hoseok dips to grab hold of Jungkook’s thighs and the boy whines, arms already latched around him and not wanting to move. Hoseok chuckles, lifting him till he lets go of his torso and reattaches onto his neck. He had told Yoongi very politely on the walk here that he wanted more kisses during scenes please and was happily obliged by a red-faced Yoongi. The white-haired man turns off the water with Jimin holding tight to his other hand and steps in, pulling Jimin in with him.

“Hyungie, I have a story.” Jimin says, taking his space on Yoongi’s lap and playing with his hair as the older attempts to bathe him. It’s extremely relaxing, domestic and sweet and he feels like he’s in a safe space, like a permanent vacation, Jimin being his little fairy guide.

“Yeah? Tell us, gorgeous.” He pinches Jimin’s cheeks and turns him around so he can tangle his toes with Jungkook’s and they can giggle together.

“Before you do, tell us what you liked or didn’t about the exercise,” Hoseok interrupts. “Kook said he needs more affection. We’ll do everything in our power to be the best for you.”

The little blonde takes a moment to think, eyes lowered. “I think,” he begins clearly. “Think I want your hands on my neck, not my face.”

Jungkook nods sharply. “It feels better.”

“It lets you breathe some.” Hoseok interpret with a smile. “The point was not to breathe at all. When we actually do breath-play, we’ll hold your throats. Don’t worry about it. Anything else you didn’t like?”

He thinks again and Jungkook looks thoughtful as well. “Nope. I liked it. Liked how-how you talk to us.” He quiets with a blush. The dominants share a smile.

Jimin tells them of a teenage girl with “two selves” but one of her selves doesn’t like the other. She’s scared that one self will be rejected by other people, especially her big brother who is her only family. He speaks with a detached solemnness and familiarity that only comes from personal experience. Its not even needed. The story is obvious enough. Yoongi drags his wet hand hard to through the boy’s hair and revealing his strong forehead.

“Do you feel like that sometimes, Minnie?”

He gasps as Yoongi laves a hand down his chest and stomach. “Nuh uh,” he says, more breathless and pushing into Yoongi’s hand. “I used to, but not anymore. Daddy said all my sides are good and acc-accep-”

“Accepted.” Hoseok helps and Jungkook leans into to hug his little hyung.

“Accepted. He said, with him, I’m his baby no matter what side I have.”

A loaded silence ensues, only the splash and lap of water on skin.

Jungkook’s looking at Jimin like he’s reading him, waiting for him to say something more. It seems he realizes nothing more will be said and continues instead. “Hyungies it’s okay if we fully regress with you? Like…” He hesitant, eyeing Jimin's neck like it's an abstract art piece with a meaning.

“Go ahead, baby. You can say anything.”

“Like with our bottles and when we…can’t change ourselves and go to the bathroom alone?" His shoulders hunch and his voice gets softer. "I know it can be annoying and we don’t want to bother you. You’re doing this to get pleasure so we shouldn’t burden you-”

“Kookie, Kookie stop.” Hoseok cups his face, watching his sweet big eyes blink and glass over in nervousness. “You both are the most precious boys ever born. Never think you’re a burden, especially not for us. You can regress as much as you want, just tell us what you need. Understand?”

Jungkook blushes with a tiny smile. “Yes.”

Hoseok peers at Jimin who nods and wipes at his eyes.

They towel the boys dry when they’re clean, remaining naked themselves to prevent embarrassment. A new bud is flourishing between them. The rain and sun hit and the foundation strengthened.

Jimin giggles as Hoseok sings my pretty pretty boy I love you in an extremely nasally voice and kicks off his white stockings every time Hoseok puts them on just to see his smile drop comically from his face. He gets a spank on his inner thigh that makes him blink too hard and cut it out. His dress is short and light pink with frills in the hemming and sleeves, a black ribbon bowed at beneath his chest and black crescent moons all over it. He thinks it’s really beautiful and Hoseok tells him so reverently when he’s fully dressed. It’s difficult learning the tick and turn offs of a new dominants, much less two but it’s something his hyungs made unbelievably easy, contrary to his prior expectations. It’s turned out quite perfectly actually. He’s really glad and so excited and curious, admittedly eager to try more.

Yoongi’s hands shake almost visibly as he pulls the silk strap over the curve of Jungkook’s shoulder. The responsibility and newness of caring for them on their own hits again. It’s a bit stupid that it hits when he’s simply dressing Jungkook and not when he had the boy on the ground beneath him. But he supposes he can blame the extemporaneous heat. Jungkook’s body is stunning in the silken romper, it’s shiny rosy material soft and so delicate he instantly feels he could tear it from his skin. He suppresses the thought and pulls the sheer black stockings up his lean milky legs. “So pretty.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He smiles teasingly at Yoongi who scoffs incredulously.

Taehyung comes home peacefully, condor eyes scoping his Jimin and Jungkook’s faces and body’s for any trauma. Finding none, he drops everything at the kitchen and picks them up one by one and kisses them till they’re pushing him away with simpered giggles. He takes the quickest shower to ever be taken and returns, manspreading on the couch as Yoongi rolls his eyes. He takes both Jimin and Jungkook into his lap with no room for argument from Yoongi and Hoseok. They've had his boys enough for the day.

Just looking at how comfortable they look in his arms and recalling what Jimin had said about being wholly accepted, Yoongi realizes how vast and resounding the title these boys give Taehyung is. Daddy, for them, is something that’s only for him and probably will only ever be for him, someone who loves and accepts all sides of them, fosters their well-being with a determination, patience and sweetness that gives them the comfort to be the purest form of themselves on a level that they can’t have with anyone else. It’s not in many people’s portfolio or character and Yoongi has a newfound appreciation for Taehyung’s capabilities. It’s something he doesn’t think he could ever mirror on a 24 hour scale, but for now, he’ll try his best. It’s worked so far.

The next phase of this should be much more fun.

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Hi, guys. It's been so long since I started this fic. Thank you so much for the support everyone gave. Your comments really warmed my heart. As you can probably guess I'm ending this one here. Inspiration died a while ago. But, I will be writing other fics. I've recently gotten into ATEEZ and have a bit of a woosan fic written so you will be seeing that eventually. Thanks again and see you when I post again.