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The rain is cold on Jeongguk’s cheeks as he finally ducks into the lobby of the apartment complex. He’s freezing, raindrops dripping down the back of his neck, and he groans when he reaches the elevator to find it’s out of order, resigning himself to climb eight flights of stairs.
By the third flight, Jeongguk is shivering. His hoodie was thin and completely soaked through from the rain, his jeans rubbed uncomfortably against the inside of his thighs, and his shoes squeak loudly every time he takes a step. It’s not entirely his fault. Jeongguk had slept through his alarm and Seokjin hadn’t woken him up because this was his one day off a week and he refused to wake up before noon, so Jeongguk had rushed and forgotten to check the weather. Halfway to school, it started to downpour, and had only gotten worse throughout the day.
He was late to his first class and missed a quiz his professor refused to let him retake. His second class, on the opposite side of campus, had been canceled and Jeongguk only found out after walking there in the rain. His presentation for his third class wouldn’t open on his laptop. His art professor told him she didn’t understand the theme of his portfolio and would give him a week to redo it for full credit. Then, he dropped the hot chocolate he’d gotten himself after art class to warm his hands and help feel a little better.
Now, Jeongguk had spent longer in the rain after Yoongi texted to say he was at Jimin’s, and not his own apartment. Jeongguk had nearly been at Yoongi’s before getting off the bus, standing in the rain, and transferring lines.
Of course, Jimin’s apartment just has to be on the eighth floor of the building, something Jeongguk doesn’t mind when the elevator worked. The view is incredible from Jimin’s apartment, the lights of Seoul’s skyline visible in an apartment twice as big as the one Jeongguk shared with Seokjin. The apartment felt a lot smaller because Seokjin’s not boyfriend (definite boyfriend) Taehyung was almost always over, but Jeongguk never called Seokjin on it, because he’d done the same thing when he first met Yoongi, and then again when Jimin came into their lives.
By the time Jeongguk reaches the front door to Jimin’s place, his teeth are chattering and his shoulders ache from lugging his backpack around all day for class, and then all the way here after his shift at the campus library. He thinks it was his day to pick up dinner, but he’s so exhausted by now he can’t remember what he was meant to be buying.
He tugs his keys from the inside pocket of his backpack, a little damp from the rain and he groans, knowing that his books were likely just as damp. The key was painted blue with JK written on it, something Jimin had given him a couple months ago after he’d been in the shower putting on a passionate rendition of a musical while Yoongi and Jeongguk stood outside. Yoongi had a key of his own, painted red with his initials.
As soon as the door closes behind him, Jeongguk drops his backpack and winces. His laptop was in there, but he can’t help the sigh of relief that follows when the weight disappears. His shoes are still soaked, so he grabs a dish towel to put on the floor first, then pulls off his socks because he doesn’t like the way the fabric squelches between his toes. There’s music playing softly from within the apartment, someone’s laughter echoing. Jeongguk tries to run his fingers through his hair and gets them tangled in the matted strands.
Tugging off his hoodie, Jeongguk throws it onto the couch and makes his way through the apartment. He hears someone turn the music off, and then hears Jimin ask, “Is that Jeonggukie?”
“Babe?”
Ignoring both of them, Jeongguk gets stuck in his soaked t-shirt in the doorway to the bathroom, finally getting it off and throwing it to the ground where it crumples pathetically. He starts to fill the bath with hot water, and then spends so long trying to get his wet pants off that he needs to pause with one leg out to stop the water, then return to the task at hand.
Finally, after what feels like way too long, Jeongguk gets his jeans and boxers off, cringing at the splat sound they make on the floor. He finds a bath bomb Yoongi must have left here, dropping it into the water and watching listlessly as it dissolves. It’s pink and fuzzy and smells nice, but Jeongguk doesn’t focus much on that as he waits for it to fully dissolve.
The groan Jeongguk lets out as he sinks into the bathtub is borderline obscene, eyes falling shut as he submerges. Jimin’s bathroom is huge and Jeongguk has always been vocal about his appreciation for the bathtub, especially as a good place to soak after he gets railed three ways to Sunday. Compared to the combined tub and shower at Jeongguk’s shitty apartment, Jeongguk can actually fit in this tub, stretch his tired legs out and dip his head below the water line. Yoongi’s bathroom didn’t even have a tub, ironic considering his love for bath bombs (there was a drawer in Jeongguk’s bathroom just full of them that Yoongi had claimed a few months into their relationship), so when they’d wanted a bath together, they had to cram into Jeongguk’s tiny thing.
Baths now were easier with Jimin’s tub, big enough for the three of them and then some (Taehyung liked to take baths with them sometimes. None of them questioned it. He was just there some days.) There were a lot of things easier with Jimin, now. His apartment was closer to university than Yoongi’s was, which made Jeongguk’s mornings easier after staying over. His apartment was close to one of Yoongi and Jeongguk’s favorite date night restaurants, making nights after dinner easier without a long taxi or subway ride.
So much was easier with Jimin around, so much more than Jeongguk could have ever anticipated when he first came into their lives. Jeongguk remembers it, almost a year ago now, when Taehyung mentioned offhand one day that his childhood friend was moving back to Seoul after spending almost seven years living in London.
Jeongguk hadn’t thought much of it, dozing off with his head in Yoongi’s lap and Yoongi’s fingers in his hair. Their two year anniversary was coming up in a few months and Jeongguk still wasn’t sure what to plan. And Taehyung had a lot of friends; he was constantly introducing them to people he’d met in class, friends he’d made as a kid with a recurring role on a popular TV show, or people he met each week he took his dog to a local park.
“How long have you known him?” Seokjin had asked, focused more on the video game they were playing. Despite his massively obvious crush, Seokjin still refused to throw a game for anyone.
“Since we were four? They tried to separate us for nap time and we both cried so hard the daycare had to call our parents.”
In the next few weeks, Jeongguk had forgotten all about it. Yoongi picked him up from class every day, pressing soft kisses to Jeongguk’s cheeks and nose before they walked either to Yoongi’s job so Jeongguk could wish him a good night at work, or a library so Jeongguk could study, or food because they both had a bad habit of forgetting to eat a proper meal until the other reminded them.
Jeongguk first met Jimin while searching one of the dance buildings for Hoseok. Hoseok had agreed to be Jeongguk’s muse for his photography project, and Jeongguk wanted to show him the first set of pictures and see if there was anything he wanted to change before the final shoot in the following week.
He’d burst into Hoseok’s usual room, photos in hand, and come to a screeching halt.
Hoseok was meant to be teaching a class, that Jeongguk had been expecting. What he hadn’t expected was the second most beautiful person he’d ever seen dancing in skin tight leggings and a white, flowing shirt, following Hoseok’s every move perfectly through the mirror.
When he jumped, Jeongguk couldn’t hold back his embarrassing noise, eyes following the man as he lept and spun, moves so fluid and precise that Jeongguk couldn’t be sure he wasn’t watching a recording. The man’s face perfectly conveyed the harrowing, haunting mood set by the song playing through the speakers on each corner of the ceiling as he moves. His eyes are closed when he jumps again, his knee touching his lip, as if he has so much trust in his own body to know exactly where he needs to be at each second of the routine.
He ends with his body curled on the floor as the song comes to a close. Hoseok claps, “Nice one! Let’s take a break and run it again.”
The man salutes Hoseok, shirt hanging provocatively off his shoulder as he rifles through his bag for a bottle of water, sweat glistening off his neck and collarbones, the hint of ink peeking through the wispy white fabric-
“Jeonggukie?” Jeongguk startles, knocking his shoulder into the wall as Hoseok laughs, helping to steady him. “Sorry. Didn’t hear you come in.”
“Uh. Yeah.”
“Whatcha got there?”
Jeongguk looks down, and feels himself blush when he realizes he's crumpled all the photos in his hands. “Uh. The um. Pictures! Yeah, the pictures. I took?”
“Oh, nice! Let me see.”
Jeongguk hooks his chin on Hoseok’s shoulder as he looks through the photos, feeling guilty each time Hoseok has to smooth out the creases and tears to get a good look at the pictures. He tries not to look, but his gaze keeps wandering to the other side of the room, where the man is wiping his face with a towel, checking his phone, glancing over at Jeongguk and Hoseok with a smirk.
“These are really good,” Hoseok is saying. “Got any copies that aren’t ripped?”
“I can print them again,” Jeongguk mutters, embarrassed. He snatches them back, forcing himself not to look.
“Hey, you’re coming to movie night, right?”
Jeongguk shakes his head. “Sorry, have a date with Yoongi hyung.”
“Lame,” Hoseok says. “Tell him he still has to pay his share of rent even if he spends every other night at yours.”
Jeongguk sticks out his tongue, shoving the crumpled pictures into his backpack and leaving without another word because he doesn’t think he’ll survive if he stays in the same room when they start dancing again. He meets Yoongi outside their usual lamb skewer place, distracted the entire time Yoongi talks about his day by the memory of the man dancing, the way he’d bent his body in midair, the way he conveyed emotion better than any actor Jeongguk has ever seen.
“Jeongguk?”
Blinking, Jeongguk comes back to himself and realizes he’d missed everything Yoongi was telling him. “Sorry, hyung. It’s been a long day.”
The guilt only grows during the next few weeks, when he finds himself asking Hoseok about the guy’s routine, and culminates when Taehyung convinces Jeongguk to bar hop with him one night while Seokjin and Yoongi were busy doing, as he calls it, “Boring lame adult shit.”
At the third bar, they’re both properly tipsy when Taehyung straight up shrieks and ditches Jeongguk at the table to hug someone across the bar. Jeongguk thinks nothing of it, until they break apart, and to Jeongguk’s horror, it’s the man from the dance studio. He spends a full minute calming himself down. Taehyung does this all the time. He recognizes people in public, talks for a few minutes, and then doesn’t see them again for the longest time. He’ll be back soon. He’ll be back, they’ll take a couple more shots, and then they’ll leave-
“Jeongguk! Meet Jimin, my soulmate in this crazy, mixed up world.”
The name rings familiar in Jeongguk’s head, realizing a few seconds later that this is the Jimin that Taehyung hasn’t stopped talking about for weeks.
“Nice to meet you, Jeongguk.” Jimin holds his hand out, his smirk cocky and self-assured and oh, God he knows. He knows Jeongguk thought about him in the shower last night, he knows, he knows, he-
“Nice to meet you,” Jeongguk answers, somehow managing to keep his voice under control.
“This is the one dating Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung says, and Jeongguk watches the way Jimin’s expression seems to fall in disappointment. “He lives with Seokjin hyung.”
Jimin nods. “The one you-”
“Oops, look at that. Time for drinking.”
Jimin joins them at their table, easily outdrinking Taehyung and then Jeongguk, all the while telling stories and catching up, making sure not to leave Jeongguk out. Stories about Jimin taking a couple years off from university to do an internship, how they made sure to Skype each other every week, how Jimin’s parents had offered a dozen times to fly Taehyung out to visit but he always refused because he didn’t want to burden Jimin’s parents. Taehyung tells him Jimin has a black belt and Jeongguk has to pinch himself hard to keep his mouth shut.
Eventually, the bar is calling last call and Jeongguk can’t stand without a little help but Yoongi is there with Seokjin’s car to pick him up, letting Jeongguk collapse all his weight on him and hide in his neck. He offers a ride to Jimin and Taehyung, too, but Jimin mentions his driver is on the way already.
“Jimin seems nice.” Yoongi says out of the blue one afternoon, while Jeongguk is sprawled on his floor sketching.
Jeongguk snaps his pencil. “Yup,” he says, and it sounds awkwardly forced even to his own ears. “Super nice. The nicest. So nice.”
Jimin starts to join them for movie night, fitting in easily with the rest of them until it’s like he’s been there the entire time, discussing movies and books in English with Namjoon, dancing with Hoseok, telling jokes with Seokjin, even messing around with Yoongi when he’s in a composing slump.
He’s always there and Jeongguk can’t get him off his mind, especially not when Jimin laughs at one of his dumb jokes, his eyes getting tiny as he throws himself onto the nearest soft surface. Sometimes he misses and ends up giggling on the floor and it’s just so endearing that Jeongguk feels so warm until the guilt sets in.
Guilt because he’s happy with Yoongi. He’s so happy with his boyfriend of almost two years. He loves Yoongi, and has since they met in Jeongguk’s second year of university and Yoongi confessed to him with a mixtape of his favorite songs that reminded him of Jeongguk.
He loves Yoongi. Loves their dates and their quiet moments just appreciating time spent together. Loves their louder days and even their arguments because it means they both care, so why can’t he get Jimin out of his head?
It all comes to a head one night, Yoongi fucking Jeongguk hard after their date. Jeongguk’s got his face pressed into the sheets, sobbing as Yoongi rails his prostate, squeezing his hips, scraping his nails down Jeongguk’s back. His dirty talk, always enough to make Jeongguk fall apart, is especially nasty tonight, resulting in Jeongguk’s tears staining the sheets, drool spilling from his lips.
Yoongi’s hand on his cock, Jeongguk nearly blacks out when he comes as Yoongi says, “Jimin would love to see this.”
Embarrassment floods Jeongguk as soon as they’re finished, and he curls up in the sheets to hide his face as Yoongi hugs him from behind, cooing softly and pressing kisses to Jeongguk’s ear and cheeks and neck.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines, squirming as Yoongi pokes at his sides.
“Baby,” Yoongi mimics. “Don’t hide from me.”
Jeongguk shakes his head. He knows the second he admits it to Yoongi, it becomes real. It becomes real, and Yoongi gets upset with him, dumps Jeongguk and tells the rest of his friends how terrible Jeongguk is and they all leave him alone forever-
“Hey.” Yoongi kisses the back of his neck again. “Talk to me, baby. Why are you upset? Did I go too far?”
“Wha-Why am I upset?” Jeongguk turns to face Yoongi, ignoring the uncomfortable wet spot. “How could you ask me that?”
“Because instead of quoting some vine after we finished you got all quiet? And hid from me?” Yoongi gently brushes the hair away from Jeongguk’s eyes. “I’m worried, baby. You have to tell me if I hurt you so I can be sure not to do it again.”
“Hyung.” Jeongguk says quietly, feeling the pinch in the corner of his eye. “Hyung, I-I came when you mentioned J-Jimin.”
“Oh, that’s it? That’s why you’re upset?”
“That’s it?” Jeongguk cries. “Aren’t you mad? I came to the thought of someone else!”
“Well, I’m the one who mentioned him,” Yoongi says quietly. “Did you not like it?”
Jeongguk gives him a flat look. “I think you can tell I liked it too much. Why aren’t you mad at me?”
“Why would I be mad?” Yoongi asks. “Jimin is hot.”
Jeongguk chokes on his own inhale. “What?”
Sighing, Yoongi tugs the sheets over their bodies properly. Jeongguk only realizes he was cold after Yoongi already rectified it. “I was going to bring this up during dinner, but I’ve noticed the way you look at Jimin-”
“It’s an accident, I swear. Hyung, you know I love you-”
“Relax,” Yoongi chuckles, cutting Jeongguk off with a quick kiss. “You have to have seen the way I look at him.”
“I-No?”
Yoongi dances his fingers down Jeongguk’s bare back. “It’s because you’re always staring at his ass, right?”
Jeongguk hides his face in his hands, groaning loudly. “It’s just so big and in your face. How could I not stare?”
Yoongi laughs, pulling Jeongguk close to squeeze him gently. Jeongguk thinks that’s the end of it, mutually agreeing that Jimin is hot and his ass is nice, and he feels the guilt that’s been eating him alive for weeks begin to lessen. Yoongi doesn’t hate him. That’s all that matters.
After a few minutes, Yoongi pinches Jeongguk’s hip. “So. What do you think about a threesome for our anniversary?”
Jeongguk chokes, jerks back and expects Yoongi to be joking, to laugh and tease Jeongguk for getting so worked up. He waits for the laughter, for the smack cam, but it doesn’t come.
“You’re… You’re serious?”
“Why not?” Yoongi asks. “We both think he’s hot and we’ve talked about doing something like this before. Unless you don’t want to do it?”
“No,” Jeongguk says, feeling something hot burn brightly in his chest. “No, I, uh. I want to, but do you think Jimin will agree?”
Yoongi makes a face. “If he’s anything like Taehyung, I don’t think we should be worried.”
“Holy shit,” Jeongguk breathes. “We’re really going to do this.”
Yoongi hums, running his fingers gently through Jeongguk’s hair. “Mhm. God, I hope he’s a top.”
“You’re a top.”
“I switch for you. But man, I want to get fucked.”
Jeongguk pouts. “I can fuck you.”
“I know you can, baby. Now shh, nap time.”
“We need to clean up-”
“Nap.”
A week before their anniversary, Yoongi breaches the topic with Jimin while Jeongguk hides behind his back. He barely gets through the question before Jimin agrees, his smirk deadly as they discuss limits and what’s allowed, who will fuck who. Yoongi explains it’s his gift for Jeongguk, and Jeongguk nearly passes out when Jimin suggests what they do to him.
They don’t do it on their actual anniversary, that day was saved for the expensive dinner Jeongguk saved up for months to treat Yoongi to, but the next evening Jimin makes his way to Yoongi’s apartment, and it all takes off from there. Jimin fucks him while Yoongi watches, but doesn’t let him come before they switch, and Jimin fucks his face as Yoongi fucks him until they both come and Jimin wraps a hand around Jeongguk’s cock and eats him out until Jeongguk physically couldn’t handle anymore, sobbing and overstimulated and fucked out.
They call Jimin again a few weeks later.
And again.
And again.
And again, until suddenly they’re not just calling him for sex, but to grab some dinner after a long afternoon studying. Or to join them at the movies. Or just to join them at a cat cafe until it wasn’t just about the sex anymore and Jimin spent enough time at each of their apartments to claim a drawer and a spare toothbrush.
And when Jimin kisses Jeongguk for the first time while the three of them are out on a hot chocolate date, Jeongguk might have cried. He’ll deny it, but both Jimin and Yoongi had laughed gently, rushing to wipe his tears and kiss his cheeks and maybe Jeongguk wanted to live in that moment forever.
It’s Yoongi who asks, first to Jeongguk and then to Jimin, and a few months after that first threesome, they’re tentatively starting a relationship.
Now, almost a year later, Jimin has carved his own special place in both of their hearts and their homes, and Jeongguk knows for certain that he and Yoongi have the same safe space in Jimin’s own heart.
“Babe? I’m coming in.”
Jeongguk opens his eyes, nose barely above the water level, and watches as Jimin slowly pushes open the door to the bathroom, looking a little concerned as he takes in Jeongguk just lying there. He tugs his shirt over his head, strong body and sharp lines of his tattoo revealing themselves as he strips.
“Hyung.”
“Move over.”
He doesn’t protest as Jimin steps into the tub behind him, legs on either side of Jeongguk’s body as he guides Jeongguk to lie against his chest, strong arms around Jeongguk. Jimin settles in the warm water, nuzzling his face in Jeongguk’s hair, asking, “Rough day?”
Jeongguk can’t bring himself to reply, sinking further into Jimin’s embrace and the water.
“Want to talk about it?” Jeongguk shakes his head, taking in an uneven breath as he finds Jimin’s hands where they’re linked on his chest, holding them between his own. “That’s okay.” A kiss pressed to the back of Jeongguk’s neck. “That’s okay, angel.”
Jimin doesn’t push him, and Jeongguk slowly feels himself truly start to relax after his day from hell. He thinks it’s one of the many reasons why Jimin fit so well with them. He knows when to push Jeongguk (like when they’ve been in the gym all afternoon and Jimin promises to let Jeongguk suck his dick if he does fifteen more pull-ups) and when to lay off and just let Jeongguk know he was loved and wanted. Like Yoongi had the tea he’d learned to make from Seokjin or the wise advice he always seemed to know when to give, they all knew how to be with the other.
Soon, the door opens again, and Yoongi hesitantly makes his way into the bathroom. Jeongguk reaches out to him, and Yoongi smiles as he sits at the head of the tub, his fingers linked with Jeongguk’s.
“Want to listen to one of my music student’s terrible compositions?”
Jeongguk’s laugh surprises him, but he nods and watches fondly as Yoongi pulls a file up on his phone, playing a song that’s truly awful that Jeongguk almost likes it. Yoongi puts his phone on a loop of the music he hasn’t released on his Soundcloud yet and gently begins washing Jeongguk’s hair.
Jimin takes his cue to run a washcloth over Jeongguk’s body, pausing several times to blow raspberries on Jeongguk’s neck before Yoongi murmurs, “Dunk your head, love.”
Eventually, the water grows cold and the bath bomb starts to feel sticky on his skin and his fingers have pruned up, and though he doesn’t want to move, he lets Jimin help him to his feet so they can rinse under the shower head, then steps into the towel that Yoongi holds up for him, sinking into the embrace.
“Come on, sweetheart.” Yoongi kisses the top of his head. “Let’s get you dressed.”
Yoongi sits behind him on the bed, drying his hair while Jimin searches through the drawers for clothes Jeongguk left here. He finds some sweatpants and one of Yoongi’s hoodies that became Jeongguk’s and then Jimin’s, helping him dress while Yoongi kisses down the back of his neck. Jimin shoves his head under Jeongguk’s hoodie to kiss his stomach as Yoongi snuggles against his back, and they just hold him.
“I saw that cat behind the coffee shop today,” Jimin says. “You’re right, Gukie. He does look like Yoongi.”
“Hey,” Yoongi whines. “I really don’t see it.”
Jeongguk laughs into his bowl of soup, snuggled beneath a blanket between the two of them on the couch. He rests against Jimin’s chest, legs over Yoongi’s lap, and he may tease them sometimes for being smaller than him, but he fits perfectly between them and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
The door to the balcony was open, Jimin’s cat curled up in the warm spot by the heater while the rain poured outside. The breeze was nice, the rain a soothing background to Jeongguk’s thoughts, the soft scent wafting through the room.
“He’s got your face,” Jimin insists. “I just need to borrow your scarf, beanie, and sunglasses and I can show you.”
“Absolutely not.”
They have some superhero movie playing, and Jeongguk thinks he must really be out of it if he can’t remember watching it before. Then he realizes it’s a DC character, and he doesn’t feel so bad about it. Yoongi had ordered food for them, and Jeongguk quickly lost track of how long they’d been cuddled together.
Yoongi tugs gently on the hair at the back of Jeongguk’s neck. “Feeling any better, baby?”
“A little,” Jeongguk admits. “Sorry about this-”
“Hey.” Yoongi takes one of Jeongguk’s hands, bringing it to his mouth to kiss. “Don’t apologize for feeling. We all have bad days, they don’t make you any less amazing.”
Behind him, Jeongguk feels Jimin kiss the back of his neck, squeezing him gently. “I know,” Jeongguk says. For years, Yoongi had been sure to assure Jeongguk and everyone else that feeling doesn’t ruin them, no matter how much it might hurt in the moment. “I love you guys.”
“We love you, too, honey.” Jimin says.
“It was just.” Jeongguk lets out a heavy sigh. “A lot. Failed a couple tests. Need to redo a portfolio. My shift sucked.”
“It was a long, shitty day,” Yoongi summarizes.
Jeongguk whines, “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Jimin tilts his head to kiss the corner of Jeongguk’s mouth, adjusting the blankets around them. “We’re here and we love you and just say the word and we will both go kick your professor’s kneecaps.”
Jeongguk can’t help the laugh he lets out, even though it’s weak and kind of more of a cough. Jimin, a whole blackbelt, always offers just to kick the kneecaps of anyone who’s ever made Jeongguk sad, and it never fails to make him feel better.
It reminds Jeongguk of the beginning of their relationship, when they were all tentative and unsure and couldn’t quite explain the dynamic when asked by their friends. Jeongguk found himself mostly going to Yoongi when he needed help or had a bad day because it was what he was used to, which made Jimin feel as though he wasn’t truly a part of the relationship. And at times, Yoongi admitted he felt that Jimin had only agreed to be with them because he was attracted to Jeongguk and never actually felt anything for Yoongi.
The first couple months had been so hard on all three of them, struggling to put their feelings into words and accept each other as boyfriends, not just as Yoongi and Jeongguk and then Jimin who sometimes shared a bed with them and made Jeongguk come so hard he cried and then watch while Jimin fucked Yoongi.
It was Namjoon who finally made them all sit down and talk. They'd each gone to him on their own, unsure and worried, and Namjoon had them sit together and discuss what they wanted because a small, mutual crush wasn't enough to sustain a relationship if they didn't put the proper effort in.
So they worked harder at it. Jeongguk made sure to come to both of them with a problem or uncertainty, and soon realized there were things each of them could help him with. Yoongi was good at calming him down and helping him find a solution, and then Jimin understood when all Jeongguk wanted was to spend an afternoon in the gym and put all his frustration into lifting weights and sparring with Jimin until they were both giggling and Jeongguk was feeling better. Jimin took Yoongi on solo dates to ease his worry that he was only in the relationship for Jeongguk, and what followed were many days that Jeongguk left class to find Yoongi and Jimin together in the music studio Yoongi sometimes rented for a few hours a week, laughing over horribly synthesized tracks and YouTube videos. Yoongi made sure they all talked, not just once, to make sure they brought any frustrations to light, or if they had any ideas for date night or movies to see.
In the beginning, Jeongguk had worried that a third person might make his relationship with Yoongi just fall apart, but Jimin had fit into their empty spaces with ease. Jeongguk, if anything, felt even closer to Yoongi, and loved having two boyfriends to spend his time with, to hold both his hands and cuddle him close in bed even if he teased them for being smaller, he still whined if they didn't spoon him at night.
In many ways, Yoongi and Jimin were different. But in other ways, they were similar. Jeongguk could spend his time with one or both and feel content and loved, knowing that they loved him, too.
"Please don't kick my professor's kneecaps," Jeongguk murmurs, tilting his head back on Jimin's chest to look up at him. "The semester isn't done yet."
Jimin nods, seriously. "After the semester, then."
Soon, they grow tired of the superhero movie and Yoongi puts on a romantic film that they both tease him for while Jimin collects their dirty dishes. He returns a few minutes later with mugs of hot chocolate for each of them, and they settle in another pile, Yoongi and Jimin pressing close to Jeongguk's sides.
"You're off tomorrow, right baby?" Yoongi asks, his free hand in Jeongguk's hair. Since he'd started growing it out, Yoongi could barely keep his hands out of it.
Jeongguk nods. "I have to go to campus to talk to my adviser in the afternoon, but other than that I'm free."
"We'll sleep late and Jimin and I will make a big breakfast." Beside him, Jimin squeezes his elbow in affirmation. "How's that sound."
"Really nice, hyungs." Jeongguk leans his head on Jimin's shoulder, Yoongi's hand still in his hair. "Thank you."
Jimin kisses the top of his head, and over his lap Yoongi and Jimin link their fingers. It's not quite a hug, but it's warm and they're all close together, and Jeongguk knows that they're on his side no matter what. The rain continues to pour outside, Jimin's cat hissing at the raindrops that splatter on the balcony before she joins them on the couch, kneading Jeongguk's lap before settling there.
They don't push him to explain anymore, telling him with soft kisses and gentle touches that they're here, they love him, they'll still be here tomorrow. The rain doesn't let up, but Jeongguk is warm and sated inside, squished between the two people he loves most in the world, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
“Love you, hyungs.” Jeongguk murmurs, sleepily turning his head into Jimin’s touch on his cheek.
“We love you, baby.”
Yoongi kisses his cheek, gently tracing patterns on the back of his hand while Jimin strokes over his arm. He falls asleep with them, forgetting entirely about his bad day so long as he has them by his side.