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It’s been two weeks since Jungkook started officially dating Yoongi and Seokjin, and he thinks that things are going really well.
He’s gone on solo dates with both of them, they’ve gone on dates with each other, all three of them have gone on dates together. Some of their dates end with Jungkook going to his own apartment. Some of them he spends in Yoongi and Seokjin’s apartment. Sometimes one or both of his boyfriends sleep over in his apartment.
They’ve talked even more extensively about everything that’s happened in their past. Especially when Jungkook woke up in the middle of the night crying. He’d had a nightmare where Seokjin and Yoongi were cruel to him, telling him that they were just teasing him, just playing with his feelings.
Yoongi had been sleeping over that night. When Jungkook woke up, tears already streaming down his face, he’d tried to be quiet. He knew that his boyfriend loved to sleep and didn’t want to wake him up and have to explain that his subconscious was apparently having awful thoughts about Yoongi and Seokjin.
But Yoongi easily heard him, simply sitting Jungkook up in bed and telling him to take deep breaths. When Yoongi realized that Jungkook still was terrible at grocery shopping, he dragged Jungkook over to his apartment, telling Jungkook to sit on the couch while he made Jungkook some chamomile tea.
Seokjin woke up, too, and Jungkook felt really bad. It was a Wednesday and all three of them had to work the next day. Jungkook felt terrible that they were awake because of him, but when Yoongi asked if he wanted to talk about what happened in his dream, Jungkook broke down and told them. He ended up talking about all of the things that really hurt him in the past. He talked about how he had been trying to pretend that it didn’t hurt him anymore, that he wasn’t still scared of Yoongi and Seokjin rejecting him, but that it had just been building up inside him all that time.
Hushed sentiments were whispered into his hair as Seokjin kissed his head. Yoongi rubbed Jungkook’s back, something that Jungkook had always found to be very soothing, and then they all really talked about how they could get over the hurt feelings from the past. Seokjin suggested a group therapy session, but Jungkook felt a little hesitant on that.
Yoongi talked through his own personal therapy sessions and how they helped his every day anxieties. Jungkook thought that individual therapy sounded like a better start for him and Yoongi offered to help set up an appointment the very next day.
They didn’t fall asleep quickly at all, and Seokjin ended up calling out of work (Yoongi asked to work from home and Jungkook had already been scheduled to work from home), but Jungkook was glad that they’d gotten past their issues with each other.
Jungkook’s focused on other issues now.
“I thought that you and Namjoon were friends,” Yoongi says while they walk through the cereal aisle of the grocery store. “He let you borrow his car when you were moving.”
Jungkook raises his eyebrows. “In a ‘you’re my long-term partner’s best friend and I need to do things to keep him happy’ kind of way. Not in a ‘we’re friends who totally bro out on the weekends’ kind of way.”
“There has to be a middle ground for that,” Yoongi says, placing Jungkook’s favorite cereal into the cart. Jungkook likes that it’s there, sitting in Seokjin and Yoongi’s cupboard for him on mornings that he wakes up in their apartment. “Like, you can be acquaintances, but still like each other. Like me and Taehyung.”
“Taehyung’s been talking shit about you for years,” Jungkook deadpans.
Yoongi pouts. “And here I was, thinking that he only hated hyung.”
Jungkook shrugs. “Anyway, Namjoonie-hyung is fine. Obviously I don’t think he’s, like, a terrible person or anything. Otherwise I would have told Taehyungie-hyung to run away a long time ago.”
“So why don’t you want to have dinner with him and Taehyung tonight?”
Jungkook narrows his eyes. “Group dinners make me uneasy,” he admits, voice quiet while he and Yoongi pick out the ingredients that Seokjin had sent them to the store for. Of course Seokjin hadn’t been anticipating for Yoongi and Jungkook to turn it into a whole thing , but Yoongi apparently is already able to read Jungkook’s discomfort, because he’s giving Jungkook ample time to talk about how he’s feeling.
“Oh,” Yoongi says, the surprise in his voice evident.
“And I know that it’s, like, different now, or whatever,” Jungkook says, not trying to brush off Yoongi’s clear surprise at the admission, but trying to get the conversation back to the root of his own discomfort. “But it’s the first time that we’re really spending time with our friends since we all started dating and - I don’t know.”
Yoongi stops the cart, allowing Jungkook to pretend to be looking at different brands of rice even though they use the same brand and have for the entire time that they’ve known one another.
“Come on,” Yoongi encourages. “Talk to me about your feelings right now.”
“I - I guess that I feel bad because I’ve always kept him at a distance.” Yoogni tilts his head, clearly not knowing this. Jungkook sighs. “Like, I’m sure you know from Seokjinie-hyung that Tae-hyung and Namjoonie-hyung have fought about me and Seokjinie before…”
Yoongi nods. “I’ve heard about it. It made Seokjinie uncomfortable since Tae clearly hated him.”
“Well, I don’t hate Namjoonie-hyung or think that he hates me or anything, but I’ve always felt awful that I was the reason that they would be fighting, so I just… I didn’t ever let him become close to me.”
“Oh,” Yoongi says, directing the cart and Jungkook toward a checkout line. “And so dinners feel awkward?”
“They felt awkward before. Maybe they’ll feel different now that I won’t be internally crying over how much I love you and hyung - I don’t know - is it bad that I kind of feel like I’d rather our first time hanging out with friends was with Hobi-hyung and Jiminie-hyung?”
Yoongi snorts. “Maybe,” he says. “Hoseokie would definitely help me feel more at ease, but Jiminie has been passive at me for years.”
“Huh,” Jungkook says. “And I thought that I was doing a good job of hiding my feelings.”
“I guess it’s just Seokjinie-hyung and I that you were able to keep them from,” Yoongi laughs. “If only we were as smart as our friends.”
Jungkook bumps his hip into Yoongi’s, knocking him toward the display of candy bars. “Don’t ever suggest that we’re dumber than Jimin and Taehyung. One time, they tried sword-fighting with screwdrivers and Taehyungie had to go to the hospital.”
Yoongi laughs. “Independently, they’re very capable, smart men. But, when they’re together, they lose all but one single brain cell, I think.”
Jungkook starts to unload the grocery cart onto the conveyor belt, smiling to himself when he notices his favorite honey and sticky rice dessert. “And they pass that brain cell around preciously, don’t they?”
“Too right you are, Jungkookie.”
In the end, Seokjin, Yoongi, and Jungkook all decide to extend the dinner invitation to Hoseok and Jimin as well. Hoseok is absolutely thrilled. Apparently he was ready to entirely cut ties with Yoongi if Namjoon and Taehyung got to enter Yoongi’s apartment before him.
Jungkook is a bit nervous, but he thinks that it’s just his body’s natural reaction to seeing all of his friends. He thinks that it will go away with time, but he’s well aware that a small part of him is scared that some (or all) of his friends won’t be accepting of his relationship with Yoongi and Seokjin.
Like, maybe in theory they thought that Jungkook and Seokjin and Yoongi all made sense, but then they might see them and think, “Wow, Jungkook looks really out of place there” and then try to convince Yoongi and Seokjin to break up with him.
Jungkook knows that won’t happen, but it doesn’t stop his traitorous brain from having the thought anyway.
Jungkook thinks that Yoongi and Seokjin are both nervous, too. Seokjin is shaking so many spices into so many different pans that Jungkook thinks he’s maybe just pretending to cook to keep his hands busy. Yoongi’s changed three separate times.
He doesn't take pleasure in their nerves, but it makes him feel less alone, so he feels a bit better.
A knock on the door seems to bring all three of them out of their individual nervousness.
“Oh,” Seokjin says. “Is it six already?”
Jungkook nods.
“God, um, Jungkook, can you get the door? I need to change my shirt,” Yoongi says.
Jungkook nods again.
“That’s your fourth shirt in the last hour, Yoongi,” Seokjin says, tying his bangs up and out of his face. “You don’t need to change again.”
“I’ve sweat through all of them,” Yoongi mumbles as he walks back into the bedroom.
Jungkook laughs, finally feeling a bit more at ease as he heads to the door.
“Just put on one of Jungkook’s workout-shirts,” Seokjin hollers to Yoongi. “They’re all that dri-fit material that makes you feel like you’re not sweating.”
“That’s not how athletic wear works,” Jungkook laughs, finally pulling the door open.
He’s kind of thankful to see Hoseok’s bright smile. “Took you long enough to answer the door,” he grumbles. “I was out here for three years.”
“That’s not quite true,” Jimin says from behind Hoseok in the hall.
“I was out here for one year,” Hoseok says.
Jimin nods, as though that’s accurate.
“Oh, shit,” Jungkook says. “That means that I forgot to re-sign my lease.”
“Just let us in,” Jimin says. “We need something to hold over Namjoonie-hyung and Taehyungie.”
Jungkook tilts his head to the side. “Wait, what?” He asks, allowing Jimin and Hoseok to separately pull him into hugs. He thinks it feels nice to be around his friends and feel some sense of comfort. Even though he’d been nervous not just two minutes ago, he feels a lot better now than he thinks he ever has with all of these people in his presence at once. And Namjoon and Taehyung aren’t even here yet.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you need to hold over Taehyungie-hyung and Namjoonie-hyung?” Jungkook asks.
“Um,” Hoseok says, like it should be obvious to Jungkook. “The fact that we got to come into this apartment before them? It’s a really huge deal.”
“Yeah,” Jimin agrees. “I never could figure out why no one was ever allowed to come in here. Do you know how many times I subtly hinted that I wanted to come over?”
Seokjin snorts from where he’s still moving between various pans, multiple of which Jungkook is one-hundred percent certain are the ones that Seokjin bought for Jungkook. Jungkook has to look away from his exposed forehead. He thinks that it’s unfair for someone to be as attractive as Seokjin is. Jungkook doesn’t know when an exposed forehead became enough to turn him on, but the flipping in his stomach definitely means that he’s at least a little turned on.
“Oh,” Yoongi says, finally returning from the bedroom. He is wearing one of Jungkook’s t-shirts that he often sleeps in when he sleeps over and the arousal in Jungkook’s stomach becomes even stronger. “It’s kind of embarrassing,” he admits.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, wandering further into the apartment to hug Yoongi while Jimin takes the bottle of wine that they brought into the kitchen to Seokjin. “It can’t be that embarrassing.”
“Um,” he says, looking toward Seokjin. “We wanted Jungkook to be the first person here?”
Jungkook coos. “Really?”
“We couldn’t very well invite everyone into our home when it wasn't our home yet, you know?” Seokjin says from the kitchen. “This place couldn’t ever feel like a home until Jungkook came here.”
Jimin groans. “I fucking hate gay people.”
“You’re literally gay,” Yoongi deadpans.
“And you spend too much time with Jungkook because that’s exactly what he told me the other day.”
As soon as Taehyung and Namjoon arrive, Taehyung is dragging Jungkook and Jimin into Yoongi and Seokjin’s bedroom.
“Wow, we haven’t had fun bedroom talk in such a long time,” Taehyung says, apparently making himself very comfortable by sitting on the bed. Jungkook and Jimin quickly join him, even though Jungkook knows that Yoongi will complain later about the outside clothing they’re in. “This is so much fun!”
“We’ve never had bedroom talk,” Jungkook says. “I’m literally a virgin.”
“Still?” Jimin asks. “With how long you’ve all been in love with each other, I’d have thought that you were jumping each other’s bones the very night that you got together.”
Jungkook blushes. “I mean,” he stutters out. “We’ve done some stuff. Just, not, um, penetrative sex?”
Jimin giggles while Taehyung groans. “Ugh, why are you saying it like that?”
“Yoongi-hyung says that it’s very important that we discuss exactly what we want in the most logical terms,” Jungkook says.
“He’s so old,” Taehyung groans. “Of course, he’d make you ask to have penetrative sex.”
Jungkook pouts. “He’s not old. He’s hot.”
“You’re the youngest of us three and you also have the oldest boyfriends of us three,” Jimin laughs. “Remind me to make fun of them about that later.”
“No,” Jungkook says, quickly. “Don’t make them uncomfortable.”
“Don’t worry, Jungkookie,” Jimin says. “They’ve been in love with you for literally forever. They’d never be uncomfortable with it. In fact, I’m sure that they can’t wait to show you off. They’ve got a hot, younger boyfriend who is equally as in love with both of them as they are with you!”
Jungkook’s cheeks turn even darker. He lays back on the bed. “Seokjinie-hyung does like to take pictures and post them.”
Jimin claps his hands excitedly. “God, I knew that he would.”
Jungkook sits up. “Um, are you guys going to be nicer to them now?”
He’s a bit nervous about asking this. It’s not like he doesn’t understand why Jimin and Taehyung had behaved the way that they had in the past. After all, Jungkook himself had always been the biggest contributor to the whole ‘hurting Yoongi and Seokjin’ thing.
But, still. He feels like he needs to protect his boyfriends a bit.
“Of course,” Jimin says. “I mean, if Yoongi-hyung told you that I was mean to him, I’ll literally go out and fight him for the rest of the night -”
“That’s the opposite of being nicer to him,” Jungkook points out. “Plus, he didn’t say that you were mean per se, but he did say you could get a little passive aggressive with him.”
Jimin hums. “Yeah, but I’m passive aggressive with everyone.”
Jungkook stares blankly at him.
“Fine,” Jimin concedes. “I’ll only act that way toward him about non-Jungkook-related subjects from now on.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook says, leaning into Jimin’s space to wrap his arms around Jimin. “I know that you’ve always just been doing your best to protect me, but I don’t think that I need it with them anymore.”
“I’ll try,” Taehyung whispers from where he’s sitting. “I’ve spent a really long time being angry with Seokjinie-hyung. I’ve tried so hard in the past to get over the issues that I was feeling with him, you know. I tried for Namjoonie-hyung’s sake, but it’s always been really hard to forgive him.”
Jungkook sighs. “Hyung, that’s my fault - I should have kept it to myself -”
“Don’t even,” Taehyung interrupts. “You kept it in so much. You didn’t tell anyone about what you were feeling or going through even though we wanted nothing more than to help you get through your feelings. I just wanted to help you through those feelings so much. I hated them both for hurting you, but since you never properly grieved those feelings, I couldn’t either.”
“I’m really sorry,” Jungkook says again.
Taehyung lightly smacks his arm. “Don’t apologize to me! Unless you’re going to apologize for not talking to me every day about how much you loved them.”
“But, just like I’m going to try to reconnect with Namjoonie-hyung - you’ll try with Seokjinie-hyung?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees. “Nothing would make me happier than all seven of us getting along again.”
Seokjin and Jungkook’s dates usually consist of them cooking.
Jungkook is still terrible at keeping his pantry stocked, but he tries his best because he likes it when Seokjin tells him that he’s proud of him for taking care of himself. He thinks that the slight praise kink is probably something to consider looking into in the bedroom. Though, with how often Yoongi murmurs that he’s a good boy, Jungkook thinks that his boyfriends probably already know about that particular like of his.
“So, tonight it looks like we will be cooking… ramyeon,” Seokjin says, sighing.
“I at least have an egg for it,” Jungkook says, sipping on the diet coke that Seokjin brought him back from the convenience store. Jungkook wouldn’t say he’s obsessed with diet coke, but he does have a very specific ranking of diet coke and both of his boyfriends know that diet coke from a fountain is the best kind. “A month ago, you wouldn’t have caught me with a carton of eggs in my refrigerator.”
Seokjin stares at him. “I put those eggs in your basket when you tried to leave our grocery shopping trip with a case of soda and three packets of tuna. I know that you try your hardest to live entirely off of diet coke, but when did you add tuna to the mix? I’ve never seen you eat tuna before.”
“I saw a cat outside and thought it might need something to eat. He hangs out in my fire escape,” Jungkook says. “I’m thinking of adopting him.”
“You can’t adopt a fire escape cat,” Seokjin says.
“Then tell me why he brought adoption papers to me this morning.”
Seokjin narrows his eyes. “I meant because this apartment complex doesn’t allow pets. Something about too much noise.”
“I literally have a baby grand piano in my living room.”
Seokjin shrugs, pouring water into a pot to make the ramyeon. “I’m just telling you what the lease that you signed says.”
Jungkook hums, watching Seokjin write down a list. Jungkook assumes that it’s things that Seokjin will force him to buy the next time that they go grocery shopping together. Jungkook’s still uncomfortable with Seokjin and Yoongi buying his groceries, but he does let them buy specific things that he knows are just for him - as long as those groceries stay in Yoongi and Seokjin’s apartment. He knows that they both want to spoil him, but Jungkook just isn’t to that point yet.
Of course that doesn’t stop Yoongi from bringing him overpriced coffee and pastries when he knows that Jungkook’s working from home. It doesn’t stop Seokjin from buying video games that only work with Jungkook's Playstation, claiming that they’re for both of them to enjoy. But Jungkook knows that it’s both of their preferred way of showing him that they love him. He thinks back on all of the gifts that he had received from the two of them in college (which are no longer stored in a cardboard box in his cupboard, but instead placed where they should be - the socks in his drawer, the pots and pans in his kitchen sans the ones that Seokjin pilfered, the watch on his wrist) and realizes that it’s always been that way with his boyfriends. He’d just never read into it as being their love languages before.
“What if he just sometimes comes in when I leave the window open and I just happen to have cat food and toys and a litter box in here?” Jungkook asks, pouting. He knows, realistically, that Seokjin can’t stop him from sheltering a cat if he really wants to, but he’d also like his boyfriends’ support in his illegal cat endeavors.
Seokjin sighs, emptying two packets of flakes into the boiling water. “What are you going to tell our landlord if he happens to see you with all of that stuff?”
“I’ll tell him it’s for Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook says very seriously. “He’s really cat-like.”
Seokjin bursts into laughter, clearly surprised by Jungkook’s seriousness. “I am not helping you take care of a cat,” he says through stifled giggles. “But that was really funny.”
“Can we eat now?” Jungkook asks, even though Seokjin has just put the noodles into the pan.
“Soon, you brat,” Seokjin says. “Why don’t you go change into something a bit more comfortable? I’ve been missing you a lot today.” Seokjin raises his eyebrows suggestively and Jungkook feels his stomach flip. He doesn’t think his stomach feels funny from the hunger either.
Jungkook nods, quickly. “Okay,” he says. “Wish you would have seduced me before we became bloated with ramyeon, but okay.”
“You’re still really fucking sexy to me - ramyeon bloat or no ramyeon bloat,” Seokjin says, stirring the noodles.
Jungkook’s heart warms exponentially.
He changes clothing, loving that Seokjin still will be attracted to him even if he’s wearing the sweatpants that he’s had since his final year of high school and a large t-shirt of Yoongi’s.
“You look cute,” Seokjin says, pouring the noodles into two bowls. “Did you steal that shirt from Yoongi?”
Jungkook blushes. “And what if I did?”
“There’s no need to get defensive,” Seokjin says, laughing. “You look cute in his shirt. Cute in mine, too,” he says, winking.
Jungkook blushes even deeper. “Don’t compliment me unless you want me to literally die.” Seokjin snorts. “I’m serious,” Jungkook protests. “I haven’t heard so many praises since I was in middle school and won our talent show.”
“You won your middle school talent show?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook shrugs. He had won the talent show, and he’s sure that Yoongi remembers that because Jungkook had been thrilled to tell Yoongi - cool, talented, production senior Min Yoongi - about how he had won a talent show for his voice.
It was the first time that Jungkook had ever told Yoongi that he sang. At that point, he hadn’t told Yoongi about being a vocal major, not thinking that he should ever try to show off his voice to the elder, but then Yoongi brought up that he was looking for a vocalist for a song that he was writing for his class and Jungkook had so badly wanted to be that vocalist that he immediately started telling Yoongi about his major and his skills because he wanted nothing more than to be that voice for Yoongi.
He misses singing a lot. He misses singing for Yoongi a lot.
“You’ve always had a really beautiful voice, you know,” Seokjin supplies when Jungkook doesn’t answer. “Yoongi listens to it everyday.”
Jungkook looks up at Seokjin, chopsticks holding ramyeon just outside of his mouth, eyes probably as wide as they’ve ever been. “What?” He whispers.
Seokjin nods. “He has this one video of you - and, god, you look so young in it now -” he says, chuckling in a sort of sad way.
Jungkook puts the noodles back in the bowl, so fucking curious about what Seokjin’s going to say next. He doesn’t remember Yoongi ever taking a video of him singing. Doesn’t know when Yoongi would have done that.
“You were both sitting at the piano in your apartment,” Seokjin explains. “You were just fucking around, playing an unholy combination of keys on the piano, but Yoongi was laughing so fondly. It was kind of clear that he took the video without you knowing. You started singing lyrics to one of the songs that he was writing - it wasn’t at all in the way that he had written it, but your voice sounded pretty anyway.”
Jungkook remembers that night. Jimin had come home with a bottle of wine for all of them and Jungkook got just tipsy enough that he wasn’t taking the impromptu piano lesson from Yoongi very seriously at all, playing random chords that he could remember Yoongi teaching him, but in no particular order, and singing lyrics that Yoongi had shown him earlier in the night.
“So far away,” Jungkook whispers now. “I don’t remember him ever putting it on his SoundCloud,” he says.
Seokjin shakes his head. “No, of course he never did,” he says. “That song was written for you.”
“Does he still have it?” Jungkook asks, needing to know. He knows , of course, that Yoongi loves him very much. But the thought that Yoongi had not only written a song that was just for the two of them, but kept it for himself all of these years means so much to Jungkook that he can’t help but ask.
Seokjin nods. “Of course he does,” he says. “He’s just been waiting on you.”
Jungkook pauses. He watches Seokjin eat his ramyeon like he hasn’t just dropped a huge bomb on Jungkook. “He really still watches it every day?” Jungkook asks quietly. “Even after we got together?”
Seokjin snorts. “Yeah. He wasn’t sure if he should tell you that he has it. He got worried that you would find it creepy that he kept a video of you that you didn’t know existed for half a decade.”
Jungkook’s not weirded out by it at all. In fact, he thinks that if he had found out about it two or three years ago, he would have known that Yoongi loved him back. He doesn’t exactly know why, but he thinks that it would have been a confession of sorts.
“Hyung,” Jungkook says. “Can we finish the song?”
Seokjin tilts his head, confused. “It’s not my song to finish,” he says.
“I think it should be for all of us,” Jungkook says. “I would like it if it was and I think that Yoongi-hyung would like it that way, too.”
Seokjin bites his lower lip, clearly trying to hide the growing smile on his face. “I think he’d really love it that way, too.”
“I know that tonight was supposed to be just the two of us,” Jungkook says, wondering if he should even ask. He doesn’t think that Seokjin will mind, though. “But can we stay at your place with Yoongi-hyung tonight? It feels like we should all be together.”
Seokjin nods. “I agree,” he says. “Feels like a really special night.”
They walk over to Seokjin and Yoongi’s apartment and Jungkook’s thrilled that they get to surprise Yoongi by joining him for the night.
Seokjin is right. It is a special night for the three of them.
Jungkook had thought that everything leading up to actually having sex with Seokjin and Yoongi felt like the best thing in the world. But actually, fully giving himself over to Seokjin and Yoongi, trusting that they’ll both take care of him and make him feel good is easily the best thing that Jungkook has ever done in his life.
He loves them both so much.
Seokjin shows up to Jungkook’s apartment the next day with a litter box, cat litter, and wet cat food. He grumbles that he just happened to be passing those things in the store and that it doesn’t mean anything. Yoongi follows behind him, an abundance of cat toys in his hand and a large smile on his face, asking where the cat is that Jungkook and Seokjin adopted before going over the night before because Seokjin had made him leave the apartment the second that Jungkook had gone back to his own to get cat supplies.
Jungkook falls even more in love with them.
“Hyung,” Jungkook calls out.
It’s been almost two months since they started dating. Jungkook is happier than he’s ever been and he thinks that Seokjin and Yoongi are as well. They’ve started spending more nights together, all three of them together, because Jungkook doesn’t feel like he’s dating a couple anymore and almost always is in the mood to be in bed with them. Both sexually and non-sexually.
It doesn’t stop him from feeling nervous about what he wants to ask Yoongi.
He and Seokjin had brought it up on their date the night that the three of them had sex together, but not since then.
Jungkook assumes that it’s because Seokjin wants Jungkook to be the one to ask about it. Wants Jungkook to be the one to bring it up to Yoongi. After all, this song is one that Yoongi considers to be Jungkook’s song. Jungkook is sure that Yoongi has songs that are just for Seokjin, and probably more that are just for Jungkook, but Jungkook really wants this song to be for all three of them.
“What’s up, baby?” Yoongi calls from the kitchen. “Did you need me to bring you another diet coke? I thought that one from this morning was your last one.”
Jungkook had invited Yoongi over to his place the night before. Since they’re both working from home today, Jungkook had thought that they should spend it together. Jungkook only had one meeting earlier in the day and he really couldn’t focus on doing any other work. Yoongi appeared to be writing lyrics when he was actually working earlier, but he’s been in the kitchen “on a lunch break, Kook-ah” for nearly half an hour now.
Jungkook knows that Seokjin and Yoongi’s apartment is much better equipped for them to have lunch at. Jungkook still sucks at buying groceries after all. But he wanted to be in his apartment with Jimin’s baby grand piano (that Jungkook had fondly told Jimin he will never get back and Jimin easily agreed) so that he could really properly ask Yoongi.
“Jungkook?” Yoongi asks when Jungkook is quiet for too long. “Baby, is everything okay?”
Jungkook nods. “Yeah, everything is really fine, hyung!” He bites his lip nervously. “I was, uh, just wondering if you had much work left to do.”
Yoongi shakes his head, sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch. “Not much at all, actually,” he says. “I am sending some of these lyrics off to another song writer to see what he thinks of them - see what we can use for this girl group’s new album and what needs to be pushed off for a little bit.”
“Okay,” Jungkook says.
“Why?” Yoongi pushes. “Did you need me for something?”
Jungkook nods, suddenly feeling shy. He supposes that he’s been feeling shy over the last two months, too. He’s wanted to ask Yoongi for so long, but always felt a bit hesitant. Jungkook figures that is one of his biggest weaknesses. Despite logically knowing one thing to be true, he always worries that it’s somehow not true at all.
Logically, he knows that Yoongi wants almost nothing more in the world than to make music with Jungkook again.
Jungkook’s heart still feels scared that he’s missed his chance.
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, looking up at Yoongi through his eyelashes. He knows that he probably looks like he’s trying to hide away, and he kind of is. He’s so scared even though he has no reason to be.
“Okay, baby,” Yoongi soothes, a hand rubbing Jungkook’s back gently. “What do you need me for?”
Jungkook’s eyes flit toward the piano in the corner of the living room. “Can you teach me how to play the piano?”
Yoongi’s mouth drops open, a small ‘o’ shape forming. His eyes are wide and he basically looks like he’s seen a ghost.
“What?” he asks. Jungkook notices tears starting to form in Yoongi’s eyes and he wonders if Seokjin had somehow been wrong. Maybe Jungkook had tainted music for Yoongi in the same way that Yoongi had tainted music for him. Maybe Yoongi couldn’t get over the betrayal as quickly as Jungkook had.
Of course, it hadn’t been easy for Jungkook by any means - he changed his entire major for god’s sake - so he would never judge Yoongi for not wanting to make music with him, but Jungkook thought he had a better read on the situation.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook immediately spits out. “I shouldn’t have assumed -”
“Don’t take it back,” Yoongi whispers. “Say it again.”
Jungkook blinks. “What?”
“Please. Ask me again,” Yoongi begs. “It’s all I’ve wanted to hear come out of your mouth for nearly five years,” he says. “So, please, ask me again.”
“Yoongi-hyung, will you teach me how to play the piano?”
Yoongi smiles, a single tear sliding down his cheek. Jungkook doesn’t think that he’s ever seen a relationship where everyone cries tears of happiness so often, but he thinks that it’s a good thing. “Nothing would make me happier, baby.”
Jungkook quickly walks over to the piano, confident that Yoongi will follow behind. He sits at the stool, fingers gently sliding over the keys, making a cacophony of noises. “Been a while,” he says, pressing a single key down.
“Yeah,” Yoongi whispers. “It’s been way too long.”
Jungkook snorts. “You want to teach me to play so badly?” He asks, chuckling. “I was one hundred percent the worst student you’ve ever had.”
“You weren’t that bad,” Yoongi disagrees. “I think that I just wasn’t very good at telling you when you were doing something incorrectly.”
“Yeah, because you were in love with me,” Jungkook teases, dragging out the word love. “Even now, you wouldn’t be able to scold me when I’m doing poorly.”
To prove his point, Jungkook smashes a bunch of the keys, the melody something that he’s sure the video that Yoongi has saved sounds like - not a melody at all, really.
Yoongi makes a face and tilts his ear toward his shoulder, clearly trying to keep his ears away from the loud noise. But Jungkook is right, Yoongi doesn’t say anything about the awful noise.
Jungkook laughs, happy to have proved his point, and Yoongi watches on fondly.
“What made you want to learn again?” Yoongi asks, voice so quiet that, for a brief second, Jungkook thinks that he made up hearing the question in his head. “Why now? Because we’re boyfriends?”
Jungkook shrugs. “I actually wasn’t even thinking about it when we first became boyfriends, you know,” he admits. “The thought of you didn’t hurt me anymore, but making music…”
“It was hard for me, too,” Yoogni says. “When we went from spending all of that time talking about music and sitting at the piano and workshopping lyrics together- when we went from that to, well, nothing- it felt so fucking hard to keep making music.”
“But you do it everyday,” Jungkook says.
Yoongi nods in agreement. “And I never stopped thinking about you for even a second. It -” Yoongi pauses, clearly trying to say whatever he wants to say next in a delicate manner. “It really hurt me when you disappeared, as you already know. But I had to push past it. I was thinking of you the entire time but I already knew that I wouldn’t ever get over you even if I actively tried forgetting you, so I just kept going.”
“I’m really sorry for always running away,” Jungkook says. He’s said it before, he’ll probably say it a hundred more times, even though he’s been forgiven. He still feels sorry to both of them. “I won’t ever do it again.”
“I know,” Yoongi whispers, starting to play a familiar song on the piano. Jungkook hasn’t heard it in years, but he would know it anywhere. “What made you want to play again?” Yoongi asks again. But judging by how he’s playing ‘So Far Away’, Jungkook thinks that he already knows.
“So far away,” Jungkook whispers, acknowledging Yoongi’s playing.
Yoongi’s hands stop, the quiet enveloping them. Jungkook can tell that Yoongi is waiting for him to continue, but Jungkook waits for Yoongi to make eye contact with him before answering.
“Seokjin told me that you watch a video of me everyday,” Jungkook admits, holding Yoongi’s gaze. “I know exactly which video it is, too. I didn’t know that you were taking a video of me, but I do remember that night so vividly. It was one of the best nights of my life. I genuinely felt so loved at that moment - I thought that it would be us forever.”
“It is us forever,” Yoongi says, words coming out quickly, like he can’t get them out fast enough. “We just now have the added bonus of being with Seokjin forever, too.”
Jungkook smiles. “I love him so much,” Jungkook says, an excited laugh bubbling up from his belly. He doesn’t know how to explain how good it feels to say things like this outloud. He’d kept his love for Yoongi and Seokjin buried so deeply inside himself for so long that saying it out loud feels entirely unbelievable to him, that he is just allowed to talk about how much he loves the both of them.
“God, do you know how embarrassing I was when I first met him?” Jungkook asks, still feeling fond of his memories even though he knows that he was objectively embarrassing as fuck. “I knew that there was no chance of him liking me back. But I wanted to be with him all of the time. I fell in love with him the second that he told me some god awful pun.”
“Took me a lot longer,” Yoongi laughs. “I did not care for him at first.”
Jungkook snorts. “I’ll say, but I bet you thought that he was hot.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Maybe,” he says. “But I definitely didn’t want to think that he was hot. He was my competition for you at first.”
“I didn’t know that, though,” Jungkook admits. “I thought that you liked me, but I knew that Seokjin didn’t. I always thought he found me annoying.”
Yoongi bumps their shoulders together. “He found you endearing. When- after that day in the library, when we talked about trying to see if you were interested in being with both of us- he used to talk about how much he fucking adored you. It honestly made me feel like maybe I hadn’t been too good about showing my feelings for you. Not when his feelings were so obvious.”
“After I found you two in the library, I didn’t think that either of you ever liked me.”
“Sorry,” Yoongi says.
Jungkook shrugs, bumping their shoulders like Yoongi had done earlier. “It’s okay,” he says and finds that he really, truly means it. Four years of his life may have sucked because of Yoongi and Seokjin, but Jungkook knows that it’s just as much his own fault as it is theirs, and he harbors absolutely no hard feelings towards either of the loves of his life. “It’s really okay. Because we all ended up here together.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi smiles. “You really want to sing ‘So Far Away’ with me again?”
Jungkook nods. “I want us to do it with Seokjinie-hyung, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, voice breathy with how intensely Yoongi is staring at him in this moment. “I mean, you have those lines about a first love at the end, you know?” Yoongi nods. “You’re both my first loves. It’s your song- so it’s your choice -”
Yoongi cuts him off immediately. “It’s your song,” he says. “It’s always been for you. I mean, it’s for me, too. But it’s yours. It belongs to you. And if you want Seokjinie-hyung to be on it, too… Well, you’re both the absolute loves of my life, so I don’t think that it could get any more perfect than with both of you singing it.”
“Seokjinie-hyung has a nice voice, too,” Jungkook says. “I think we’ll all sound nice together.”
Yoongi smirks. “Trust me, I’ve heard both of you making the prettiest noises together. You definitely will sound great together.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, feeling the blush rise on his cheeks. “Don’t say things like that!”
“What? Are you shy all of a sudden?” Yoongi teases. “Because you sure weren’t shy last night when -”
Jungkook slams his hands on the keys once again to stop Yoongi talking. Yoongi just laughs, apparently deciding that he’s teased Jungkook enough for one night.
“Are you ready to learn?” Yoongi asks.
Jungkook nods, more ready than ever.
They don’t have the time to properly record the song until nearly their six month anniversary, much closer to Yoongi’s birthday.
Of course, with Jungkook saying that he wanted Seokjin to join in on the song, Yoongi said that there were changes that had to be made. Jungkook thought that the song, a song that he hadn’t heard in nearly five years, was perfect without any changes, but Yoongi insisted that the first song that is for all three of them has to be perfect, and Jungkook thinks that Yoongi is really cute when he’s passionate, so he never argued.
“Are you ready?” Yoongi asks Seokjin, who is standing in a recording booth. Jungkook didn’t realize that Yoongi had enough pull at his company that he had absolutely no issues bringing his two boyfriends in for an impromptu recording session that has absolutely no benefits for the company, but apparently his boyfriend is not only cool as fuck to Jungkook, but cool as fuck to everyone else, too.
Seokjin nods. “I haven’t been properly trained to sing, you know,” he says, voice sounding nervous. Like he’s worried that he’ll somehow mess up the song for Yoongi and Jungkook.
And Jungkook can empathize with him. After all, Jungkook hasn’t sung for Yoongi in years. Yoongi remembers Jungkook’s voice from a video at Jungkook’s peak. At the time Yoongi recorded Jungkook last, Jungkook had been enrolled in multiple classes that required him to take care of his throat and practice his voice constantly.
Jungkook, up until the day that he brought up singing again to Yoongi four months prior, had not practiced singing in a very long time. He’s been trying pretty much daily since then, unsure of when exactly Yoongi would take him into the studio, but he’s still really nervous that Yoongi won’t love his voice anymore. That he’ll let the both of them down by not sounding the absolute best that he can.
He knows, once again a logical conclusion, that neither Seokjin nor Yoongi will break up with him or stop loving him if he were to sound like he’d never sung a day in his life, but he’s still nervous.
“That’s okay,” Yoongi says into the microphone in front of him. “You’ll still sound really good. Trust me,” Yoongi deadpans. “It’s quite literally my job to know who will sound good in a recording studio.”
“Is that your exact job description?” Jungkook asks, teasing a bit, something he can’t help but do when he’s feeling anxious. “If you ever apply for another job - under skills, you’ll be able to list ‘knowing who will sound good in a recording booth’?”
“Don’t be a brat,” Yoongi says, eyes not leaving Seokjin’s nervous figure. “You’re both incredibly talented despite having limited to no formal training,” he says, sounding strangely passionate. Jungkook wants to be inspired by his mini speech, but he’s really turned on by passion, so he’s mostly focused on trying to redirect the blood from his dick into other parts of his body.
“And even if you weren’t, I could never love a song more than this one, so it doesn’t matter how long it takes us, or even if you sound bad,” Yoongi says, voice softer, but still just as emotional. “As long as we all are in love with each other and the song at the end of this, I’ll be thrilled.”
“Aw,” Jungkook says, unable to stop himself from leaning in and kissing Yoongi, who moves back from the console to kiss him back. “You’re so cute when you’re passionate about us.”
“I can tell from the tenting in your pants,” Yoongi deadpans, eyes quickly flitting to Jungkook’s clearly hard dick. “But I am not willing to lose my job for some recording studio sex.”
Jungkook pouts. “But I think that recording studio sex would be really fun.”
“This song is supposed to be about longing, Jungkook. You’re supposed to be feeling alone.”
Jungkook smirks. “I’m longing for something , Yoongi-hyung.”
Yoongi laughs. “You’re impossible,” he says, but his cheeks are faintly pink so Jungkook thinks that he might actually have a fairly good chance at having studio sex today.
“You guys know that I can’t hear anything you’re saying, right?” Seokjin says into the microphone in front of him. “Yoongi muted everything, but you two look like you’re about to fuck and I’ll have you know that it’s really fucking rude to sext in front of me.”
Yoongi pushes a button on the soundboard, probably the one that lets him talk to Seokjin. “Sexting requires a phone, you know.”
“Well,” Seokjin says, pausing for a moment. Jungkook chuckles at his obvious lack of response. He also wonders how he got two boyfriends who are cute in such wildly different ways. “Either way, it’s rude to do it in front of your boyfriend.”
Yoongi smirks and Jungkook feels nervous. He likes it when Yoongi makes that face, one of such confidence that Jungkook nearly comes on the spot when Yoongi makes it in the bedroom, but Yoongi had clearly turned down the prospect of studio sex, and he’s not entirely sure that his erection is going to go away with whatever Yoongi is about to say.
“You weren’t complaining about Jungkook and I last night when you wanted to watch.”
Seokjin’s ears turn red and Jungkook whines.
“Hyung,” he says. “We’ll never get this song done if you keep this up.”
Seokjin laughs. Jungkook doesn’t know if Yoongi still has that one button pressed or if Seokjin can tell what he said by his face alone. “You’re right,” Yoongi says. “And we’re on a time limit because we have our dinner tonight.”
“Ah,” Jungkook says. “I almost forgot about it.”
Yoongi snorts. “Well, I am not letting Hoseok yell at me if you miss dinner, so you’re definitely going.”
“Can we start now?” Seokjin asks. “I feel like you guys are maybe playing some kind of prank on me - making me stand in a recording booth for no reason. And, just so you both know, that’s a terrible fucking prank.”
Yoongi laughs, instructing Seokjin on what to do, and Jungkook feels really, really content.
“-so, I’m telling him to literally back the fuck up,” Taehyung says, telling some story about a guy who hit on Namjoon during their grocery trip earlier in the week. “And he tries to say that he was just flirting . Right in front of my face!”
Jungkook laughs, feeling really into the story. Of course he’d already heard the story when Taehyung had conducted a group Facetime call with him and Jimin quite literally on the drive home from the grocery store that night, but Jungkook still thinks that the story is funny. He doesn’t quite know how Namjoon and Taehyung both get hit on so often when they’re clearly together, but it always makes for a funny story, so he likes to hear them. Especially when Taehyung tells them so overdramatically.
Still, Jungkook has a hard time focusing on Taehyung’s story entirely. He’s glad that he had heard it earlier in the week, because Taehyung is one-hundred percent the type of friend to quiz Jungkook about what he’s just said if he thinks that Jungkook isn’t listening.
But Jungkook can’t really help it. He’s having a hard time keeping his attention off of Seokjin and Yoongi.
Of course Jungkook’s attention is almost always on the two of them and has been for the last five-ish years, but tonight, after spending a few hours recording their song in Yoongi’s recording studio, Jungkook can’t help but solely focus on the two of them.
He’s thinking about the birthday present for Yoongi, an album cover that he created specifically for the cd version of their song. He’s not even sure that Yoongi intends to make a physical copy of the song, but Jungkook thinks that they should have something physical to represent their love for each other, so he created it, hoping that Yoongi would make a copy, even if he hadn’t originally intended to.
He’s thinking about the set of pots and pans that he ordered for Seokjin. He doesn’t have an occasion for them, but the ones that Seokjin had bought Jungkook aren’t working so well anymore. After all, they were bought by Seokjin in his final year of college, when he was on a limited budget. The fact that they lasted for five years is insane to Jungkook.
He thinks about the rings sitting in his bedroom right now. Not engagement rings, though he can’t say that he’s opposed to being engaged to Yoongi and Seokjin, but promise rings.
Seokjin and Yoongi have spent so long showing Jungkook that they’ve changed in the last five years, and Jungkook wants nothing more than to show that he’s changed, too. He’s not some flaky college student who’s ready to run away at the first sign of trouble any longer. He’s in this thing with the two of them for the long run. For the rest of his life, if Jungkook has it his way.
And, really, Seokjin and Yoongi have almost always let Jungkook have things his way.
“Yoongi-hyung, isn’t your birthday next weekend?” Jimin asks while he’s trying to steal food from Hoseok’s plate. Jungkook’s fairly certain that Hoseok can easily see it happening, but likes to let Jimin think that he’s being sneaky. Jungkook thinks that it’s really cute.
Yoongi nods. “I’m not sure that we’re doing anything for it, though.”
“You think that we’re not doing anything for it?” Hoseok asks, voice filled with disbelief. “This is your first birthday that you’re spending with both of the boys you’ve been in love with for half of your twenties. We’re going out so that you can properly show them off!”
Yoongi shrugs. “I’ll do whatever they want to do.” He looks toward Jungkook and Seokjin. “If they want to go out, we’ll go out. But if they want to stay in -”
“Come on,” Jimin yells. “There’s no way that you’ll be having birthday sex all day -”
“It’s not about birthday sex!”
Jungkook laughs, watching Yoongi and Jimin rile each other up. He thinks that it’s a nice contrast to how they had behaved before, when Jimin was a lot more hesitant and cautious with Yoongi. Jungkook loves watching his boyfriends get along with his best friends.
Jungkook and Namjoon also get along much better now.
After the first dinner that they all had at Yoongi and Seokjin’s apartment, Namjoon had sent Jungkook a text, basically apologizing for allowing there to be a polite distance in between them for years. He also apologized for fighting with Taehyung so often, but Jungkook says that he probably would have acted the same, had he been in the same situation.
Jungkook sometimes sends Namjoon cool pieces of art that he makes when he’s supposed to be working and Namjoon sometimes sends him book recommendations, and Jungkook is happy with their friendship.
But, of course, the friendship that had easily come the farthest was Taehyung and Seokjin.
Jungkook had practically forced them to spend a day together after Taehyung had his desired “if you hurt Jungkook, I’ll kill you” talk with Seokjin. Jungkook thought that the conversation would be much nicer if they were drinking champagne in a spa, so he booked them a spa afternoon in a nice hotel and let them go off on their own.
Namjoon had texted Jungkook multiple times, worried that his boyfriend and best friend were finally going to kill one another, but Jungkook didn’t have the same fears. He always knew that if they gave one another a chance, Taehyung and Seokjin would probably become annoyingly good friends.
And he had been right.
They came back from the spa day, slightly drunk and giggling. Yoongi asked why Taehyung didn’t take the bus back to his own apartment, but Seokjin and Taehyung just laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
After a long, and very loving, Facetime call with Namjoon, Taehyung spent the night in Jungkook’s apartment. The two cuddled in Jungkook’s bed and Taehyung whispered, “I’m so happy that you’re happy now, my baby. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
“I love you, hyung,” Jungkook whispered back.
Taehyung had already fallen asleep, but Jungkook thinks that Taehyung knew anyway.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines to Taehyung now. “I didn’t bring my wallet.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes. “Okay, and?” He asks. “Yoongi-hyung is easily the richest of all of us. Ask him to pay for your portion of the meal.”
Jungkook scoffs. “So what?” Jungkook asks. “Just because I got two really hot boyfriends, you think that you don’t have to treat your closest dongsaeng any longer?”
“You always pull the closest dongsaeng card,” Taehyung says, rolling his eyes. Jungkook just pouts harder.
“Fine,” Taehyung sighs. “I’ll pay for your stupid food.”
“Doesn’t Namjoonie-hyung always pay for Taehyung’s portion?” Jimin asks, throwing back a shot of soju. Jungkook, smarter than he used to be, hadn’t had any alcohol. He’s nervous about going home, about giving Seokjin and Yoongi the rings tonight, and he doesn’t want to become even more nervous and paranoid from the alcohol.
“Good,” Jungkook says, smiling. “Namjoonie-hyung said that he’d treat me soon the last time that we talked.”
“I did,” Namjoon agrees, pretending to sound annoyed but looking really fond of Jungkook and Taehyung both. “So I guess I’ll pay for it tonight.”
Taehyung and Jungkook high five, laughing.
Jungkook likes how at ease he feels during group dinners now. He used to try to come up with reasons to not attend them, not wanting to have to put on a mask just to see his closest friends, but now he looks forward to them.
He likes knowing that he belongs somewhere. He likes feeling like he belongs somewhere.
What he knows and what he feels might not always line up, but finally, with his closest friends and boyfriends, Jungkook knows that his logical side and his emotional side are finally closer to being a single circle than a barely-overlapping venn diagram.
“These dinners always go too fast,” Hoseok laments, wrapping an arm around Jungkook in farewell. “Feels like I never see you guys anymore.”
“We’re all going to the bar next weekend for hyung’s birthday,” Jungkook says. Then, “And you also came over to our place last week.”
“Our place, huh?” Taehyung asks, raising an eyebrow.
Jungkook flushes a bit. He hadn’t meant to say it, but he does spend more nights in Seokjin and Yoongi’s apartment than his own these days. He’s not even certain that he has a toothbrush in his own apartment because he doesn’t remember the last time that he needed to brush his teeth in his bathroom.
There’s a litter box and cat food in their apartment, too, because their small, not adopted , fire escape cat likes to constantly be around one of them, and he belongs to all three of them. The cat, who they have quite affectionately named Fire Escape, is particularly fond of Yoongi these days, constantly curled up in Yoongi’s lap while Yoongi is working on music, watching television, taking a nap… Jungkook’s phone is so filled with photos of the two of them cuddled together that he’s actually considering upgrading his phone to have more storage.
Jungkook opens his mouth to answer Taehyung, still not sure exactly what he should say. The our place was a mess up, but it’s definitely how Jungkook sees their home.
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin calls out before he can answer Taehyung. “You ready to go home? I’m driving tonight.”
Jungkook beams. “Yeah,” he says, responding to both Taehyung and Seokjin. “Take me home.”