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Jimin's own eyes looked back at him in the rearview mirror. He rubbed at his eye bags and pulled at his cheeks, trying to smooth out the stress wrinkles. Sighing, he gathered his things and stood outside the car, letting his shirt open a few buttons. The summer humidity pressed in on all sides, it could only be worse inside.

Most people tend to frequent the club to pick up partners and grab a private room. This left the main space relatively empty. Jimin breathed in the familiar scent of sweat, perfume, and leather conditioner. The smell of playtime. Although lately Jimin found himself playing less and less. It had been almost 3 months since he had last stepped inside.

Jimin shoved his keys into his pockets as he chose a booth to slide into. He turned to the side, letting his legs hang out and his head rest against the seat. He recognised many of the mingling faces, quickly looking away in case they mistook his eye contact for an invitation. A waiter dressed in small shorts and a loose gray top offered him a tray of assorted drinks. He waved them away with a tired smile, despite the dryness behind his teeth. Jimin sighed.

What am I even doing here right now?

He stood, smoothed the front of his slacks, and made his way to the bar. He nodded at the tender, quietly ordering his usual. He hadn't even settled into his stool before someone was vying for his attention.

"Hey there, handsome. Wanna snag a playroom?" Jimin scoffed.

"Not a shot, princess. I'm not the one you're looking for."

"I can domme for you, pretty." Jimin willed the frustrated flush from his cheeks. He ignored her as the bartender slid his glass forward. Her fruity perfume lingered under his nose as she breezed past. Jimin's head started to spin.

"Not looking for a partner then. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed." Two broad shoulders slid into the stool next to him. Jimin tilted his head in their direction.

"Then I appreciate your honesty. But you are correct." Jimin licks his lips, the alcohol doing little to wet his throat. He sighed into his glass, sliding it forward with a couple of bills.

"You're heading out already?" Jimin gently slid out off the stool, wiping his clammy hands down his thighs.

"Yeah I should..." His vision went fuzzy. Only, a little unsteady on his feet, he gripped onto the counter at his side.

"You alright?" The stranger was in front of him. Jimin pressed his chapped lips together. This wasn't an unfamiliar feeling. He turned back to the bar.

"Water, please." He croaked. The tender slid forward a tall glass.

"On the house." Jimin leaned onto the counter and took a small sip.

"I thought you were going down for a second there." Jimin shrugged, resting his head in his hands. The stranger crowded into his space.

"Sit. Please. Drink slowly." Jimin took another sip and slid back into the stool. The stranger took the one next to him, asking for another glass.

"You'll have to forgive me. I'm a doctor at the clinic down the street. I don't mean to bother you." Jimin waved away his words.

"I'm just dehydrated. It will pass." Jimin clamped his hands over his ears and groaned as another group joined them.

"Namjoon hyung!" One of them yelled. The stranger next to him shushed them quickly. Jimin folded into the counter and rested his forehead on his arms.

"Who's this? Should we find another ride home?" Namjoon shook his head.

"We can leave as soon as you guys want." Jimin slowly raised his head and took another sip of water.

"You don't look so good." One of the group leaned into his space, yet again, studying his face.

"Thanks." Namjoon stood and looked down at them.

"Taehyung, any chance you have any of your drink packets? He's really dehydrated." Tae ruffled through his bag, pulling a pack from his collection.

"Here," he ripped it open with his teeth and poured half into each glass. He plucked a straw from the basket and stirred.

"Drink up okay? You'll feel better." Jimin mouthed at the straw, sipping down the, now salty, water.

"I'm also sorry about before. Of course you look good." The younger smirked down at him.

"But you also look tired." Taehyung pouted down at him, smoothing Jimin's hair back with his palm.

"I am."

"Let's get you home then, hm?" Jimin pushed the empty glass forwards and dunked his straw into the next one. Behind him Namjoon was gesturing wildly at the group.

"You'll have to forgive us, my hyungs are pretty loud." Jimin shrugged.

"They're allowed to be." Taehyung hummed. Now that his head wasn't pounding, Jimin sat up a little straighter and studied the group behind him.

"We're a strange group. But I promise we mean no harm." Jimin look up into his face.

"That's what serial killers say." Taehyung threw his head back in a deep laugh. Jimin eyed the column of his throat, shining with sweat.

"I suppose so. But I don't think hyung's have a mean bone in their body. Or Jungkookie despite his muscles." Taehyung gestured at a young man, definitely muscular, in a black compression shirt and sweatpants. Taehyung stepped up against his back, resting a firm hand on his chest.

"Lean into me. You must be exhausted." And he was. Jimin rested against Taehyung's firm torso as he introduced his hyungs.

"Jin hyung will cook you the best meal you've ever had. And send you with leftovers for days. Namjoonie hyung works at the clinic down the road. We keep saying he should be at a hospital or ER instead. He's so smart..." Taehyung hadn't even mentioned all their names before Jimin was snoring gently against him. Taehyung gestured wildly at his hyungs as he kept Jimin steady with the other.

"Oh my goodness, this sweet angel." Seokjin brushed a knuckle under his eyes as he looked the younger over.

"He's worked himself to the bone hyung. I don't wanna wake him up."

"I also don't want to kidnap him." Jin smiled wryly. Namjoon joined his side. He rubbed a firm hand over Jimin's chest, trying to gently jostle him.

"What's your name, sweet."

"Jimin." He groaned, rubbing at his eyes. Seokjin gently moved his hand away.

"Okay, Jimin-ah. Did you take a cab? Can we send you home?"

"We can't just send him! He can barely sit upright." Jimin titled his head back. Taehyung had a protective hand on each shoulder and was pouting down at Namjoon.

"Jimin-ah would you like to come back with us? We can set you up in the living room all comfy." Jimin let his head roll to look at the group.

"Or we can take you to your home." Jin supplied. 

So do I let them take me home and kill me or kidnap me first. It'd be way to embarrassing to die in my own apartment.

"You're home." He muttered. Everyone started moving at once. Seokjin left some money for the bartender and began ushering the rest of the group out to fetch the car. Taehyung stayed as Jimin's backrest and held his water glass, encouraging him to finish it.

"Hyungs are going to fuss over you all night. They can't help it." He whispered conspiratorially. Taehyung and Namjoon sandwiched Jimin between them, holding him at the upper arms and guiding him into the passenger seat. 

"I'm not sure if you normally get car sick, but if you're going to- now seems like the time." Jungkook offered, holding on to the wheel awkwardly. Jimin nodded gratefully. Taehyung held onto his hand as he climbed into the SUV, shutting the door once he was buckled in.

"Let's get you home, hyung. I hope you don't mind me assuming, you look about Taehyung's age." 

"October, '95." Jungkook hummed.

"Yeah, hyung. Let's go home."

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Jimin hadn't expected the entire group to live together. And yet he teetered in the entryway, letting Taehyung add his shoes to the large pile at the door. It was homey. Clearly lived in. Taehyung inhaled their mixed scents, admiring the mismatched furniture.

"I know it's unconventional, but we're all family. It's too hard to be apart." Jin was already banging around the kitchen, putting together a meal. Jimin wiggled his toes against the heated floor. Warm light bathed every corner despite the darkness outside.

"Let's get you into some p.j's and slippers. I'm sure we have something your size." Jimin followed quietly up the stairs. There were two doors at the top, each painted differently. Taehyung grabbed the handle of the door painted red surrounded by a rich blue scalloped edge.

"This is my room." Jimin didn't know Taehyung well at all, but he imagined his room reflected him perfectly. It was all deep tones, a blue bedspread and a clementine rug. An old-style record player stood against a wall covered in canvases. Each showed something different, an abstract pattern, a mismatched face...

"These look like they'll be okay." He slid the cherry-wood dresser drawer closed with his hip.

"Wanna use the shower, hyung?" Jimin shrugged.

"Come on, it'll warm you up." Taehyung walked him into the bathroom, leaving the clothes on the sink and starting the shower. Even the bathroom was homey, with its plush mat and assorted products covering every surface. 

"Turn it all the way to the right to turn it off, okay? Don't stay too long, I don't want you to get lightheaded again." Jimin nodded silently.

"Hey," Taehyung stepped into his space and rested his hands on his shoulders.

"I'm really glad you came. I know a house full of strangers is scary but we'll be friends for the rest of your life okay? You can't get rid of us now." Jimin chuckled.

"Okay Taehyung-ah."

"Good, now get comfy. I'll be right outside."

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"Feel better?"

"Much." Taehyung's clothes swallowed Jimin, but there wasn't much he could do other than tying the pants super tight. The black t-shirt hung loose around his neck and his thick sweatpants pooled at the floor. His hair was frizzy from the towel, but he smoothed as much as he could. Namjoon stood behind Taehyung, watching Jimin with sharp eyes. When he didn't keel over on the tile, the eldest offered him a kind smile and a pet on the head.

"Come, Jin hyung should be done in the kitchen." Taehyung took his hand and walked him to the kitchen, depositing him into a chair at the breakfast bar.

"What'd you make, hyung?" Taehyung hoisted himself onto the counter to peek.

"A good ole American dinner. Gotta replace everything you're missing, Jimin-ah." He slid a large plate in front of the younger. Jimin's eyes widened. Steak, rice, and saucy vegetables covered the porcelain in heaping mounds. Jin chuckled.

"Eat what you can, lovey. Nothing goes to waste in this house." He turned back to the stove, loading up more plates.

Dinner was a silent affair, thankfully. Jimin perked up at the first bite! As he ate more and more, the energy slowly seeped out of his bones and into the floorboards. 

"Let's get you set up for bed, hm?" Jimin blinked his eyes open. Taehyung smiled down from where he was still perched on the counter, leaving his plate behind him.

"Yeah, okay." He slipped off the chair, taking his plate in his hands. Seokjin appeared as his side.

"Let hyung take this."

"But you cooked." Jimin pouted. Jin smiled and smoothed the younger's hair back.

"Your Joonie hyung will clean the dishes when we're done. Go get snuggly." Jimin handed off the plate and followed Taehyung into the living room, his cheeks warm. Jimin  was prepared to sleep on the couch, or on the floor, but he hadn't expected this.

A large deep-set couch sat opposite the t.v., serving more as a glorified mattress with a backing. There was a large wooden crate over-full with plush blankets. Another one had assorted pillows spilling out the top. Taehyung switched on the t.v. 

"Do you like it quiet to sleep? I always need something on."

"Me too." He agreed, sinking into the cushions.

"We have movie nights and sleepovers here all the time. It's the comfiest couch on the planet." Taehyung started loading on the blankets and pillows. 

"I'd have to agree." Taehyung flopped back next to him.

"Do you want me to stay out here with you? It gets really quiet at night." Jimin blushed.

"You don't have to do that." 

"I know. Do you want me to?" Taehyung smiled sweetly, his hair fanned out across the cushion.

"Okay."

"Okay! I'll go get dressed!" And he was gone. 

"He's a bit of a whirlwind that one." Jimin almost broke his neck turning around. Another man stood over the back of the couch, resting on his elbows.

"I'm Hoseok. I'm also your hyung I hear."

"Hello." The other smiled brightly. There are more?!?

"I hope you enjoyed dinner. Jinnie hyung is the best cook I know."

"Seokieee don't scare him!" Taehyung whined, gathering Jimin into his chest and patting his hair like a scared animal.

"I wasn't! Was I?" He asked, looking a little insecure. Jimin shook his head, his eyes wide. 

"See! I was friendly!" Jimin smiled. 

"I'll see you guys in the morning." They waved goodnight. 

"You'd tell me if he was bothering you, right? Hyung can be intense." 

"He was nice." Taehyung smiled down at him, now clad in a matching black and white pyjama set. 

"Come on, let's get comfy. I like to snuggle." Taehyung climbed into the couch, pulling the blankets and pillows with him.

Jimin found himself inside a Taehyung cocoon. He was not kidding about the snuggling. But Jimin didn't mind the warmth. The t.v. rumbled behind him.

"What were you doing at the club? You know, before you almost died on us." The younger asked, trailing a finger up Jimin's spine. Jimin pulled the blanket tighter around them.

"I didn't almost die. I was dehydrated."

"Alright, alright." Jimin huffed and rolled his eyes.

"I don't even know what I was doing. Work was awful. I was almost fired, I'm not going back." Tae hummed thoughtfully. 

"I was going to play, but I wasn't feeling it. I was too tired. Looking for someone is too tiring." Taehyung's fingers danced across his back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He nodded in agreement.

"Do you sub?" Jimin nodded, letting Taehyung tuck him into his chest.

"Not for a while though." Tae cooed, cupping the back of his head.

"Poor love, you must be tired." Tears sprung to Jimin's eyes.

"Yeah." He whispered. 

"I am."

The Next Morning

Jimin roused slowly, wiggling the feeling back into his toes. Taehyung was still wrapped around him like a koala.

"Need me to get you out of there?" Seokjin teased over his steaming cup. Jimin shook his head and disappeared further into the blankets. Taehyung's chest rumbled behind him. The vines of his arms tightened around Jimin as he gently rocked him back and forth.

"Our Jiminie is a snuggler." Our Jiminie.

"Yah, that's hyung to you!" Taehyung laughed loudly, pulling Jimin to face him.

"Sorry, hyungie!" He giggled. Jimin's breath stuttered as their fronts rubbed together, feeling Taehyung's morning wood. He pulled away, embarrassed

"It's okay, Jiminie," he reassured. Taehyung pulled Jimin flush to him. "Bodies do stuff like that."

"Forgetting I'm your hyung already?" He replied wryly, willing the flush down in his cheeks. Jin came around the couch and kissed them each on the head.

"I'm heading to work now. You guys stay in and have a cozy day, okay? Relax today."

"Yes, hyung." Jin smiled and brushed Jimin's hair back.

"Our polite Jiminie. Stay for dinner, hyung will make whatever you like." Jimin grinned and nodded.

"Love you, hyung!" Taehyung called as the front door swung shut. As soon as the latch clicked, Taehyung bundled Jimin in and wrapped him in a hug.

"I get you all to myself today~!" He cheered, shaking him back and forth.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna pee." Taehyung released.

"Do you remember where it is?" Jimin nodded. 

The house looked different in the daylight. Thin curtains kept the sunlight soft; shelves of knick knacks, paintings, and photographs lined the tan walls and various end tables decorated the other free wall-space. He climbed the plush stairs, lingering on each step to peek at the various household objects left behind. A spray cleaner, a pair of socks, a pack of... condoms.

Okay that's enough.

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Downstairs, Taehyung was making a simple breakfast. The smell of oil and heavy seasonings filled Jimin's nose. The younger slide forward a bowl of rice and eggs, the whites stained red and caramel with spices.

"I'm not a coffee guy, but I can totally make you a cup." Jimin shook his head.

"Coffee is only for making deadlines." Taehyung chuckled.

"Okay, hyung." Jimin slid into his seat at the breakfast bar while Taehyung leaned against the other side. 

"So, I was talking with Jin hyung this morning..." He mumbled through a mouthful of egg.

"And while I realize we don't know you that well, or at all really, that's never really been something that means a lot to me. And I want you to take me very seriously when I say that."

"Okay..." Jimin turned away from his intense gaze. 

"But I was thinking about what you said yesterday, and about what happened." Jimin nodded, chewing another spoonful.

"And you already know we're in the scene, since we were at the club." Jimin pointed his spoon at Taehyung's chest.

"You're freaking me out. Just ask what you want to ask." Tae sighed, pushing his rice around before letting go of the spoon.

"Would you let me dom you? I'll put together a whole proper scene and stuff and you don't even have to answer right now you can tell me later and we can pretend this never happened I just-"

"Taehyung." The younger look at him with wide eyes. Jimin rounded the counter, poor Taehyung looked like he'd rather be eaten by the kitchen tile. Jimin stepped into him and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.

"This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me." He said wetly.

"Oh, Minie." Taehyung cupped the back of his head and held him to his chest. 

"You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it! I wouldn't joke with you like that." Jimin stepped back to wipe his eyes.

"I don't know what to say."

"Say yes."

"Okay, yes!" 

They finished breakfast quietly, sharing smiles over their bowls. 

"Are you busy today?" Jimin shook his head.

"I actually quit, yesterday. So... no more work for me, I guess." Taehyung frowned but continued anyway.

"Do you want to scene today?" Jimin looked at him with wide eyes.

"Of course only if you want to. All the hyungs would have my head if they knew I'd said anything to sway your answer; I'm just really excited, and you seem like you need it. Not that you look bad or anything! I just-"

"Taehyung." Jimin covered the younger's hand with his.

"I would love to. And you're right, I do need it. I've been an absolute mess."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far! Come," He abandoned their dishes in the sink.

"We can play in my room. It's the only one hyung's don't have a key for. And once they know you're all mine they'll be barging down every door."

"All... yours?" Taehyung hummed. 

"We should talk too."

Jimin and Taehyung sat criss cross across from each other on the younger's bed. The door sat latched and firmly locked. The room was warm and dim, the atmosphere settling over them like a fleece blanket. Jimin let out a long breath, leaving his anxieties behind.

"About before. I'm really possessive. Of course, I understand you're not actually mine-"

"I would love to be yours." Taehyung froze.

"Don't say that. You don't know-"

"I do know. No dom has treated me as kind as you all have already. I really would love nothing more." Taehyung only stared. Maybe searching Jimin's face for a lie. Maybe just processing. Jimin stared back, meeting his hot gaze. Taehyung licked his lips.

"Well, I- okay. This is different than I thought this would go."

"Don't know what to do with me now that you have me?" Jimin asked cheekily.

"Oh, I have more than enough ideas of what to do with you now." Jimin chuckled.

"I'm quite soft. I want you to be nice to me." Taehyung nearly burst out of his skin.

"This is perfect. I can't wait to show you. I know I can give you just what you need, hyung. Please, please tell me what you like."

"I like a lot of things. Rope, to be held down. Be rough- just not with your words." Taehyung nodded, looking as if he was studying for a test. Jimin's eyes roamed as he continued.

"I-if I slip, and sometimes when I don't, I need to be told what to do. I get too in my head about if you'll like it." Taehyung moved forward and leaned for a hug over their legs.

"I like everything you do. But I understand." Jimin leaned into his shoulder.

"I space really easy. And it takes a long time to come out of it."

"I wouldn't expect anything else. I'd be honored if you'd trust me that much." Jimin relaxed in his hold.

"Come." Taehyung opened Jimin's legs and guided him into his lap, holding Jimin tight against him.

"Traffic lights okay?" Jimin nodded.

"Red for stop, yellow for check in, green for go." He recited.

"Well done, my sweet."

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"Let me take care of you, okay?" Jimin nodded desperately. Taehyung turned and leaned forward, supporting Jimin's head and lower back and he laid him on the mattress. 

"What do you want me to call you?" He asked breathlessly. Taehyung towered over him. 

"Whatever you want."

"Hyung?" 

"Okay, minie." The younger held onto Jimin's waist, enjoying the look of him in his clothes.

"Hyung! " He whined, cheeks and neck flushed red.

"I've got you, baby." Taehyung climbed up and hovered over him. He tilted his head to the side.

"Kiss?" Jimin nodded, leaning up eagerly. Taehyung smirked, cupping the elder's nape and pulling their lips together. Jimin's heart pounded. Maybe from oxygen deprivation. Maybe from nerves. Who knew?

Taehyung kissed his chin. Behind his ear. Jimin chewed his lip groaning.

"Let go, pretty. Let me hear you. Let them  hear you with me." Jimin's groan turned breathy and frayed. Taehyung ground his hips down.

"Yeah, that's it." Jimin squeezed his eyes shut  as he moaned. Taehyung mouthed down his neck, his hands slipping under Jimin's shirt to hold his waist. 

"Wanna try something, okay?" Jimin nodded, letting Taehyung turn him onto his stomach. He watched as the younger gently slid his pants onto the floor.

"You're so beautiful," He murmured, pushing his shirt up as he kissed his spine. He gently pulled it over Jimin's head and left it discarded against the headboard. Jimin whined. Tae tucked his hand against Jimin's throat.

"What's your color?"

"Green," Jimin slurred, gasping as Taehyung pulled the elder up against his chest. He watched their faded reflection in the headboard's varnish and groaned high in his throat. Jimin chewed at his lips as Taehyung gently shimmied his boxers down.

"Look at you, baby. All ready for me." He stroked up from the base, gently thumbing the tip. Jimin's hips kicked as a bead or precum swiped against the pad of his thumb.

"So wet." Tae marvelled, licking it off. He turned Jimin's head and pressed their lips together. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep up, moaning as Taehyung licked behind his teeth.

"That's my baby." Jimin looked up at him with hazy eyes. Taehyung smirked. He studied the other as he stroked him again, watching his brows pinch together and his lips open.

"Feel good?"

"Yes, hyung. More," He whined, trying to buck forward into Taehyung's palm. The younger clicked his tongue.

"Only I get to decide that. You take what I give you." He said, pinning Jimin's hips against his.

"Yes hyung."

"Good boy," He rewarded him with a kiss. Jimin whimpered as he increased the pressure. He leaned into Taehyung's chest, pushing his ass against the bulge in the other's pants. Taehyung released his throat and placed a strong arm across Jimin's chest, holding him still as he teased him to the edge.

"Close, baby?" Jimin nodded desperately. Taehyung hummed.

"I know, pretty." Jimin clawed at the arm on his chest.

"Please, can I?" Taehyung kissed the column of his throat.

"My sweet boy. Of course you can. Come for me." Jimin finished in long stripes across the sheets,  squeezing his eyes closed at the euphoria. Taehyung coaxed him through it, gently swiping the last drop off the tip. 

"There you go. That feels better, hm?" Jimin whined, turning his head. Taehyung kissed him deep, gently pulling him into his lap. The elder was dead weight against him, fully trusting him to hold his weight. 

Taehyung whispered soothingly as he carried him into the bathroom, laying him in the tub and starting the hot water. Jimin stuck his toes under the tap.

Tae threw in a handful of bath salts and oil packs. He watched fondly as Jimin popped the oils with his thumbnail, the water slowly swallowing his calves.

"You did well," He gently combed Jimin's hair back with his fingers. The other remained quiet, letting his eyes closed.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, let's get you clean." He stripped and slipped in behind the elder. The water was hot, but not scalding, warming their bodies and melting off the stress. Taehyung pulled Jimin back into his chest, letting him watch as he gently scrubbed him down.

Once they were both soapy, he gently cupped the water over them until the suds were gone. He lathered Jimin's hair into a spike atop his head, watching with soft eyes as Jimin sucked in a lungful of peppermint.

"Smells good," He whispered. Taehyung smiled.

"I'm glad, I think so too." He pulled the drain on the tub, reaching for the shower hose to rinse them down before covering Jimin in a fluffy towel. After rubbing them down, he dressed himself and wrapped the elder in a soft bathrobe and pulled out the hair dryer.

"Feeling okay?" Jimin nodded, reaching out to fist the bottom of Taehyung's t-shirt. He kissed the top of his head and turned on the dryer, gently detangling as he went. Jimin whined when he was done, tugging on his clothes.

"Sleepy," he mumbled.

"Okay, pretty. Let's get you to bed." Taehyung sat Jimin in a plush desk chair as he stripped the bed, thankful for waterproof sheets and the spare pair beneath it. He dressed Jimin in a soft pair of shorts and a loose long-sleeve before coaxing him into bed.

"Sleepy..." He whined again.

"I know, baby. Are you thirsty?" Jimin shook his head.

"Take a sip for me," he cooed, handing him a water bottle from the night stand. Jimin did, then gulped down half the bottle before handing it back.

"Good boy. Let's get you to sleep now hm?"

"Yes please." Taehyung tucked him against the pillows, sliding in beside him and tugging up the comforter. Jimin hummed and leaned into his shoulder, closing his eyes. Taehyung kissed his cheek and settled in behind him.

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Jimin only slept for twenty minutes. But boy did he need it. 

He roused slowly, turning his head into Taehyung's arm and shuffling his legs. Taehyung hadn't stopped touching him, gently running his fingertips up and down his side. Jimin rolled over, tugging the blanket up to his chin.

"Hey, baby. Feel better?" Jimin hummed, nuzzling into the collar of his shirt. 

"How do you feel about spending some time with Jin and Namjoon? They've been dying to see you, but I told them to wait." Jimin swiped at his eyes, still feeling a little out-of-body. He nodded easily and let Taehyung guide him into the living room with a hand on his back. 

Jin smiled at him over the back of the couch, holding a hand out. Jimin grinned and took it, rounding the arm and climbing into his lap. The eldest chuckled.

"Someone's still under." He said, smiling down at him.

"Feels good." Jimin mumbled.

"Good, baby." Namjoon cooed, brushing back his hair and kissing the crown of his head. 

"We were gonna start a movie. Do you want to pick?" Jimin shook his head. He closed his eyes, resting his legs and feet across their laps as Jin gently thumbed his cheek. Taehyung massaged the arch of his foot at the end while Namjoon's warm hands cupped his knees. The trio whispered quietly around the resting boy.

"He must have been so worn out, poor thing." Jin kept stroking his cheek rhythmically. 

"He begged so pretty, hyung. Wanna keep him."

"He's not a stray dog!" Jin nearly shouted.

"Our doors have never been closed before. If he wants a place with us, he has one." Jimin snuggled in further, prompting Namjoon to pull a blanket across them as he spoke.

"I think he'll fit in quite well. It's easy for subbing to fall through the cracks as people get busy, but it looks like something he needs frequently."

"Yoongi will be so excited!" Taehyung gripped a muscular shoulder and shook it excitedly.

Jimin still lay against his hyungs, gently coming out of headspace and listening to them talk about lunch options. Taehyung offered tteokbokki, making Jimin sit up abruptly with excited eyes. Jin moved his chin just in time to avoid a collision, chuckling.

"Alright, Jiminnie. Hyung will make it." 

"Want to pick now?" Jimin nodded, reaching for the remote. He was thankful for the weekends, avoiding job searching and letting his new hyung's pamper him seemed like heaven. Jimin clicked through the program, landing on a soft yellow-toned movie about a fox family. Taehyung cheered.

"I love this movie! Hyung's never let me play it when they're here, they don't like the style." Namjoon chuckled and patted Jimin's thigh.

"It's a little freaky looking!" Jin groaned as Jimin hit play. He was so engrossed in the movie, he didn't notice Yoongi padding down the stairs.

"Ah, the infamous Min Yoongi emerges from his cave!" Taehyung teased, standing to lean into Yoongi's neck. The elder held him sweetly despite the scowl on his face.

"This is Jimin." Yoongi smiled gently.

"So I've heard." Jimin hoped that was a good thing.

"He's the sweetest, hyung. You'll love him in no time." Yoongi chuckled. Jin stood, motioning him over. 

"Take my spot, hyung will start putting lunch together." Yoongi slid seamlessly behind Jimin, placing a strong hand across his chest. If Jimin was still floaty before, he was even more so now. He nuzzled into the blanket, eyes still on the t.v.

"Ugh, this again?" Yoongi grumbled. Jimin turned, armed with scrunched eyebrows and a powerful pout. Yoongi studied him before sighing.

"Oh, alright." Taehyung and Namjoon laughed behind their hands.

"He's already got you wrapped around his little finger."

"What am I supposed to do? Look at him!" Namjoon kissed his hair.

"I know, hyung."

"Are you gonna stay the night again, Min? It's still the weekend, we could have a big sleepover with everyone!" Jimin pursed his lips.

"I don't think I can. I have to start job searching again." Namjoon hummed in understanding, brushing back his bangs.

"No you don't! You can stay with us and take your time! Hyung's make big money and Yoongi's got a crazy inheritance." Jimin was already shaking his head.

"I can't ask-"

"You'll never have to work again if you don't want to. I don't! I get to stay home and play in my studio!" Namjoon shot him a  stern look.

"I couldn't ask that of you guys. You've helped enough already." He cast Taehyung a private smile.

"The option is alway's yours, Jimin."

"You're not asking anything  of us." Yoongi  joined softly. He kept a warm hand on the others shoulder.

"You'd be doing us a favor. We'd get to see you whenever we want." Jimin playfully rolled his eyes but didn't respond. Jin called them from the kitchen. He was still setting the table when Jimin walked in, placing steaming bowls at in front of each chair.

"Mmm, looks  good!" Hoseok called, coming down the hallway. The rest of the group emerged from various parts in the house, hardly waiting to sit before stuffing their mouths. Jimin chewed slowly, savouring the taste. 

He would miss it.

Everyone chatted around him, periodically getting up to refill their bowls. Jimin watched the way they moved around each other, gentle touches and kisses never far behind.

"I saw this horror movie clip online the other day, it looked really good."

"Is it streaming anywhere?" Jungkook clicked away on his phone for a couple seconds.

"Yeah, Netflix. Wanna watch it with us, hyung?" Jungkook asked, catching his eye. Jimin looked at the time on the stove.

"Sure." Taehyung nearly fell out of his seat.

"Yes! Hurry, let's go!" Jin grabbed the younger by the arm and pulled him back into his seat.

"Finish your plate and let Min-ah finish his. We have all night." Jimin chuckled under his breath. He took a couple bites and pushed his plate forward. 

"All done, Jimin-ah?" Yoongi asked. The younger nodded. Yoongi picked up Jimin's plate and pushed his rice cakes into Jungkook's plate. He set it down back in front of him.

"Here, finish these first. Then we'll get ready for a movie." Jimin picked up his fork and chewed the last three cakes before Taehyung took his hand and walked him upstairs. He stopped short, nearly knocking Jimin down the flight. Luckily Namjoon was there with a firm hand on his lower back until he regained his balance.

"Oh, sorry hyung! I didn't mean to!" He hugged Jimin around the shoulders.

"I was just thinking, do you want to see my studio first? I wanna show you what I've been working on." Jimin batted away his apology.

"Sure, Tae-yah." The younger grinned and bounded down the stairs, nearly knocking into Namjoon. The elder shook his head with a fond smile.

"Aish this kid. Don't take too long, we'll be wating." He kissed Jimin's hair and continued up. Jimin followed Taehyung quickly, not wanting to get left behind.

The studio was massive. Clear plastic sheets hung from the ceiling to protect the walls from the splatters and puddles of paint. Taehyung trapezed carefully through the mess and picked up a canvas from the corner. 

"This is the latest." He announced, swinging it around. It was beautiful. Splashes of blue and green and purple with a half done black outline in the center. Jimin's eyebrows crawled into his hairline.

"You made that?!?" Taehyung smiled proudly.

"Yeah! It's gonna be awesome. Hyung said we'll hang it in the kitchen when it's done."

"It's gorgeous." 

"Thank you! Come on," He picked his way out of the room and climbed up the stairs again. 

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Taehyung had given Jimin a new pair of pajamas, an unused deodorant and tooth brush, and a fluffy pair of socks. Everyone was indeed waiting in the living room when they got back, the movie already cued up on screen. Jungkook patted the empty spot next to him.

"Saved you a space, hyung. The rest of these animals can't keep their hands off each other." Jin scoffed.

"You're the biggest offender! I don't think you've used your own mattress since we moved in!" Jungkook blushed. 

"Okay, well you know what?" The group chuckled and settled in. Despite lunch having just passed, there was a large bowl of popcorn in Yoongi's lap and another in Namjoon's. Everyone reclined in a circle their legs at various angles toward the center of the couch. 

Jimin was very well familiar with horror movies, although they usually leaned more towards gory and less toward cryptids. Namjoon leaned back sharply, clearly surprised by something on screen. Taehyung gasped with wide eyes. Jimin frowned.

"Did you see?" Jungkook whispered. Jimin shook his head. To Jimin's horror, he leaned forward for the remote and paused it. To their credit, no one complained or looked annoyed.

"Get closer. Look in the background behind this tree." He pointed at the center of the screen.

"It's a shadow." Jimin crawled forward on his belly and peered up at the screen. Jungkook hit play. Jimin stewed in silence, then squealed as the humanoid shadow stepped behind a tree. Jungkook chuckled and rested a hand on the elder's calf.

Taehyung crawled forward  to join him, passing over a pillow and draping a blanket across  them. Jimin tucked the pillow under his chest to ease the strain in his neck. 

A bowl of popcorn followed the pair. Eye's trained forward, Tae held out a couple pieces in offering. Jimin leaned  forward and  gently took them between his lips. Hoseok and Yoongi shared an amused look.