Thread by @bringmeyoongi

yoonkook/namgikook au where jungkook has a crush on his married teacher, mr. min

one day, taehyung asks “ever wonder why mr. min always wears turtlenecks to class?”

jungkook had never thought about it before, but he now he can’t stop.

(4 years later, he finds out exactly why.)

❗️warnings❗️

-for part of the story, jk is underage (but nothing physical actually happens with any underage characters)
- 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

The day Jungkook walked into Min Yoongi’s Year 12 Eng. class was easily the best day in his entire 17 years of his life.

He had always been more of a gym class/photography elective kind of guy, but the moment he laid eyes on Mr. Min for the first time, he was a hopeless convert.

Mr. Min was sweet and funny and pretty, with soft looking black hair that got caught in his long lashes, and delicate fingers adorned with silver rings.

He was soft spoken, but easily commanded the class’ attention, their respect and admiration.

Jungkook was smitten.

Mr. Min had a husband.

Which, on one hand, was actually great because it meant he was gay and Jungkook maybe wasn’t doomed to only fall for straight guys for the rest of his life, like Taehyung predicted.

On the other hand, it was the most terrible thing in the whole world.

Because Mr. Min’s husband was the second most attractive person Jungkook had ever seen in his life, and was also built like he knew his way around a gym. And thus, Jungkook would probably lose in any kind of competition to win Mr. Min’s favor.

That didn’t stop him from wishing.

He was pretty sure the husband was named Namjoon, or something pretentious like that. He usually tuned completely out whenever Mr. Min started a sentence with “Well, my husband says...”

Instead, he would daydream about one day stealing Mr. Min away from his dumb hot husband.

Jungkook’s best friend Taehyung was in Mr. Min’s class with him. At the beginning of the year, he was ecstatic about it, but once Taehyung noticed Jungkook’s crush on their teacher, he became unbearable. Always teasing Jungkook and trying to fluster him in front of the class.

One day, Taehyung leaned over while they were supposed to be silently reading and whispered to him,

“Why do you think Mr. Min wears turtlenecks all the time?”

“What?” Jungkook barely looked up, worried about getting caught and making Mr. Min think he was a bad student.

“Haven’t you noticed?” Taehyung pressed. “Have you ever seen him wear anything that shows his neck?”

Of course Jungkook noticed, he noticed everything about Mr. Min. He never thought much about the constant turtlenecks, other than that they made him look cozy and mysterious.

“So what?” Jungkook whispered back, ducking his head when Mr. Min glanced their way.

“Aren’t you curious what he’s hiding?” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Um, his cold neck?” Jungkook offered, not liking the dark glint in his best friend’s eyes.

“No,” Taehyung shook his head, shaggy hair swinging. “I have a theory. Wanna hear it?”

“Nope.” Jungkook buried his nose back in his book, trying to ignore his friend.

Never one to be ignored, Taehyung grabbed the book off his desk and snapped it shut, leaning in close.

“I think,” Taehyung grinned wickedly, “he’s hiding hickies.”

“What?” Jungkook blurted, loud enough to draw the attention of the classmates around them.

Loud enough to draw the attention of Mr. Min.

“Something interesting going on back there, boys?”

“No, no! Sorry, sir.” Jungkook waved his hands frantically grabbing his book back, and flashing Mr. Min what he hoped was a charming grin.

“Kiss ass,” Taehyung muttered, but gave Mr. Min his own innocent smile. With a final pointed look, Mr. Min finally looked away again.

“Anyways,” Taehyung continued lowly, as if the interruption never happened, “it makes sense, don’t you think? I mean, you’ve seen his husband. I’m sure they get up to all kinds of freaky stuff at home.”

“Stop, Tae,” Jungkook gritted out. He didn’t want to think about it.

Didn’t want to think about Mr. Min, all flushed and whiny in bed, pinned underneath that perfectly sculpted husband of his, sucking watercolor bruises into his neck.

It was a little too much for his teenage brain to handle, especially before lunchtime.

“I’m sure that’s not it, stop being such a pervert.”

“Oh yeah?” Taehyung smirked. “Prove it. Ask him why he’s wearing a scarf right now, in the middle of the summer.”

“You ask him!”

“I already know what I believe. It’s definitely hickies.”

“It’s not!”

“Okay, then just ask.”

“Fine, I will!” Jungkook hissed, just to shut Taehyung up. He picked up his book, ignoring Taehyung’s smug smirk, and marched over to Mr. Min’s desk before he could think twice about it.

Mr. Min looked up as he approached, and Jungkook felt his heart stick in his throat.

He was always so pretty, so lovely that it made Jungkook’s head spin.

“Question?” He asked in that low, gentle voice of his as Jungkook approached his desk.

Jungkook nodded and pointed out a passage in the book.

“Can you explain this part to me? I’m having a little trouble.”

Mr. Min pushed his glasses up his nose and leaned in to read, humming to himself.

“So this part’s a little tricky, you have to remember what the author is intending when they say...”

Jungkook zoned out for the rest. He already understood the passage perfectly.

Mr. Min had explained it a few classes before, and for the first time in his educational history, Jungkook listened to and understood every word a teacher said.

He watches Mr. Min as he talks, the way his lips purse around certain words, his slender fingers tapping the page.

Tries not to stare at his turtleneck and imagine purpling spots decorating the pale skin underneath. How they got there, how it would feel to put more there himself...

“Does that make sense?” Mr. Min asks, breaking Jungkook out of his daze.

“Oh, yes! Yup, thank you very much!”

“Great,” Mr. Min smiled up at him, in a way Jungkook would almost describe as fond, and he nearly forgets the entire reason he came up here in the first place. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“No, uh, I just - Why are you wearing a scarf when it’s so hot outside today?”

He doesn’t miss the way Mr. Min’s porcelain cheeks immediately flush a delicate pink, hand instinctively coming up to hold his scarf close to his throat.

“Are you here to give me fashion advice then, Mr. Jeon?” Mr. Min jokes dryly.

“No! It’s not - I mean, it looks good! I just, don’t want you to get uhhh heat stroke? Or anything?”

Mr. Min laughs, eyes crinkling up in the corners.

“Well, I appreciate the concern, but I’m perfectly fine.”

“Um,” Jungkook glances back at a smirking Taehyung. “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure,” Mr. Min responds with a crooked grin. Jungkook is So Gone.

That’s when there was a knock on the classroom door.

“Hey babe, you left your lunch on the counter this morning.”

Fuck. It’s Handsome Husband, his head poked into the room with a paper bag in his hand.

“Joonie,” Mr. Min’s entire face lights up, standing from his desk and heading to the door with a brilliant grin that Jungkook could only dream of having directed at him.

He sinks back into his own seat, punching Taehyung in the arm, watching the scene at the front of the room.

‘Namjoon’ or whatever the heck his name is, is even more handsome up close. Jungkook had only seen him before across the parking lot when he came to pick Mr. Min up sometimes.

The most tragic part about Namjoon being so attractive, is how good it makes them look together.

Mr. Min is short and delicate; dark, sharp features that make him look soft and sultry all at once.

His husband is his opposite; tan and broad, dimpled and charming looking.

Mr. Min walks right up to him, smoothing a hand over the lapel of his jacket, soft smile in place.

It pains Jungkook a little watching the easy way that his teacher and crush melts around the bigger more handsome man.

But also...

It’s mesmerizing.

Mr. Min leans into his husband, eyes going glossy and wide, and Jungkook wonders what it would be like to be looked at that way.

“Failed mission?” Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook watches Mr. Min’s husband lean close and whisper something in his ear, fingers teasing as the scarf around his throat, making the smaller man’s face turn scarlet.

“Not quite.”

Because sitting there, watching the tender way Namjoon’s fingers skim across the thin fabric covering Mr. Min’s throat, he knows Taehyung was right.

Whatever Mr. Min is hiding under there (and he IS hiding something), it’s intimate.

And Namjoon is to blame.

Before he leaves, Mr. Min’s husband presses a quick kiss to his cheek, making a few girls in the class squeal excitedly. Then he turns, looking straight at Jungkook, almost as if he can hear every dirty thought running through his mind right now.

And he winks.

Taehyung chokes on a laugh beside him, and Jungkook feels his entire body burning at a hundred degrees.

Fuck.

Mr. Min and his husband are so fucking hot. It’s completely unfair.

How is Jungkook supposed to sit here and be completely unaffected by -

Shit. Ok, now he’s hard.

It’s not the first in-class boner Jungkook has ever gotten, but it’s definitely the worst.

No matter how hard he tries to focus on the words in front of him, he just keeps thinking about Them.

Pretty Mr. Min with his big, handsome husband sucking hickies into his neck.

Taunting him, because now Mr. Min will have to wear something to hide the marks. God forbid any of his students see what he’s got all over his neck.

And Mr. Min would try weakly to stop him, thinking about all the kids he’ll be standing up in front of the next day.

But he wouldn’t be able to stop him, strong, dimpled Namjoon. Would just have to lay there and take the assault on his sensitive neck, moaning and writhing and -

And wondering what his students would think if they could see him now.

“Kook? You coming to calc?” Taehyung asked, standing in front of Jungkook’s desk as the bell rang.

“Oh. Uh, in a minute.”

Jungkook couldn’t stand up without exposing his hard-on to the entire class. He swore he could feel Mr. Min’s burning gaze on the back of his neck.

Long, long after the rest of the class had left and Mr. Min headed to lunch with a final concerned look, Jungkook finally managed to calm himself down enough to make it to his next class.

But not a day passed where he didn’t think about the two of them.

That was four years ago.

Jungkook is a whole college graduate now. Got the credits, did the walk, finished the damn thing.

He’s had hookups and ‘dated’ a few guys in school, but never anything serious. He wasn’t really the settling down type, not yet.

Not when the only person he could think of when he had a pretty boy under him in bed was his high school teacher.

It was his biggest secret, one Taehyung didn’t even know.

But no matter how many years came between Jungkook’s time in Mr. Min’s class, the amount of affection and longing he had for the older man was always as fresh as ever.

Plenty of people Jungkook knew, especially kids who had their gay awakenings in high school, had crushes on their teachers. He even knew people who also specifically had crushes on Mr. Min himself.

But those people all got over it.

Jungkook never did.

‘tae where r u??’

Jungkook shot off the text, glancing around the bar one more time to see if he could spot his friend meandering around. It was their first week back home after graduating college, and they were supposed to be meeting up for drinks.

Feeling a bit like a loser sitting at the bar alone, Jungkook had already gone through one beer and was working on his second. God, he hoped he didn’t see anyone he knew before Taehyung got here. He was always the more social one out of the pair.

The bar is getting crowded, more and more people pressing against Jungkook, vying for the bartender’s attention.

Someone bumps his shoulder from behind, making his beer slosh on the counter.

“Oh, shoot, sorry about that, man.”

No. No fucking way. It is NOT him right now.

‘Don’t turn around, don’t turn around.’ Jungkook chants over and over in his head, but he can’t help it.

Of course Mr. Min’s husband is still one of the most dumb handsome men in the world.

Namjoon’s eyes narrow slightly as he takes in Jungkook.

“Have we met before?”

No way this is happening right now.

He’s not drunk enough for all of this to be an illusion, though. He wouldn’t have even made illusion-Namjoon blonde like he is now, and definitely wouldn’t have made him even hotter than before, because now Jungkook has no chance with -

“Sorry,” Namjoon chuckles, holding up his hands. “That wasn’t a come on, I swear, I’m happily married. You really do look familiar.”

“I, uh.”

/don’t tell him don’t tell him don’t tell him/

“I was in your husband’s class a few years ago!”

Smooth, Jungkook.

Namjoon’s eyes widen, sweeping over him again, before he breaks out into a huge grin.

“Yes, that’s it! I knew I recognized you.”

“Yup,” Jungkook scratches at the back of his head awkwardly. “Is he, uh, so, how is Mr. Min?”

He internally cringes at his own social skills.

“He’s great! He’s actually here with me, if you wanna come say hi? I’m sure he’d love it, he always enjoys seeing old students.”

Oh, hell no.

“That’s okay, I’m waiting for someone and I don’t wanna interrupt -“

“Nonsense!” Namjoon pats him on the shoulder, dimples full-force.

“Let me grab us some drinks real quick, and then you can come join us at our table, okay?”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, Jungkook. I know it would really make him happy.” Namjoon’s hand squeezes around his shoulder tight, voice getting lower.

What the hell?

Wait-

“You know my name?”

Namjoon just winks at him as he leans past to order drinks for himself and Mr. Min, telling the bartender to grab a refill of whatever Jungkook was having as well.

Jungkook was already a weak man, but that fucking wink. That’s what really gets him.

He feels like he’s a teenager again, already uncomfortable in his pants and he hasn’t even seen /him/ yet. Fuck, Mr. Min was probably even prettier now than Jungkook remembered, prettier than his horny, desperate mind could ever recreate in his room late at night.

It’s too late to back out now, as Namjoon leads him across the bar to a small booth tucked away in the back.

It’s fine, this is fine. He’ll just say a quick hello, make a polite excuse, and get the hell out of there.

The entire plan goes out the window when Jungkook sees him.

He literally trips over his own feet when he sees Mr. Min sitting there, and he’s pretty sure he hears Namjoon laughing under his breath at him.

But can he really be blamed?

Even in the low barlight, Mr. Min is very clearly the most beautiful person Jungkook has ever seen.

His hair is still dark, a little curly, hanging in his eyes as he looks down at the phone in his hand. Pink lips pursed distractedly, eyelashes casting shadows across his cheeks, and collarbones exposed by the black t-shirt swallowing his frame.

Yup. Even prettier than before.

“Look who I found!” Namjoon announces as they approach the table, and Jungkook has to physically stop himself from turning and running the fuck away.

Mr. Min looks up from his phone, eyebrows furrowed adorably in confusion. Their eyes meet. His jaw drops.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

“You remember me?” Jungkook tries to control the stampeding in his heart.

“Of course I do.” Mr. Min gives him a funny smile. His gaze flickers back and forth between Jungkook and Namjoon pointedly, and Jungkook has the feeling they’re having a silent conversation around him.

“Well,” Namjoon says when they’re apparently finished. “Aren’t you going to sit down?”

He was going to say no. He really was. But then Mr. Min glanced up at him from under that mess of dark fringe, smile ghosting at his lips, hopeful glimmer in his eyes.

“Just for a bit.”

Jungkook slides into the booth across from Mr. Min, letting Namjoon take the seat next to him.

“Wow.” Mr. Min takes a sip of his drink, something dark and serious, eyes scanning Jungkook up and down. “I almost didn’t recognize you. You got, um, bigger?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook laughs. “College football will do that to you. 5,000-calorie diets and all that.”

“Right,” Mr. Min says faintly. Namjoon slides an arm around the booth behind his husband, giving Jungkook a charming smile.

“So, what brings you out tonight? Meeting a hot date?”

“Joonie!” Mr. Min pinches his side, pouting. “That is none of our business! Sorry, Jungkook, you don’t have to answer that.”

“Ah, that’s okay, Mr. Min -“

“Yoongi,” he corrects.

Jungkook’s brain short-circuits.

“Uh, huh?”

“I’m not your teacher anymore, you know?”

“I know, it’s just...”

‘Yoongi’ is what Jungkook calls him in his dreams. ‘Yoongi’ is the name he groans into his pillow, chants in his head when he’s so close, hand working frantically under the covers.

(‘Yoongi’ is the name he’s accidentally called a few too many hook ups.)

Mr. Min was Jungkook’s teacher.

Yoongi was his impossible-maybe-what-if wet dream.

Separating it like that, like they were two different people, always made it easier for Jungkook. But the temptation of finally saying that name, out loud, to his face, is too much to resist.

“Okay...Yoongi.” Shivers down his spine. “It’s really okay, I don’t mind answering. I’m actually supposed to be here meeting Tae, but he hasn’t showed up yet.”

“Kim Taehyung?” Yoongi’s eyes light up. He was always fond of Tae. “How is he doing? Him and the Park kid married yet?”

“Practically,” Jungkook laughs, feeling a little more at ease.

Jimin wasn’t actually in the class, but he had study hall that same period and always snuck in to see Taehyung. Yoongi tried to kick him out a few times, but eventually realized that he was fighting a losing battle.

Plus, Jimin never caused much trouble, and there wasn’t a man or woman alive impervious to his charm, as far as Jungkook could tell.

Yoongi came to treat him like he was just another one of his students, fond of him as he was the rest of them.

“Jimin’s a nurse now, did you know? And Taehyung does photography for a nature magazine.”

“No kidding?” Yoongi leans his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his palm, pinky finger curled at the corner of his lips.

“And what about you?” Namjoon asks, startling Jungkook.

He had been so transfixed on Yoongi’s face, caught up in the memories, he had nearly forgotten the other man was there.

“I studied physical therapy, so I’m trying to get a job as a trainer right now.”

“No kidding?” Yoongi repeats, a little breathier this time.

Namjoon smirks at him like Jungkook did something right, and Jungkook has no idea why. He quickly drains the rest of his beer.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and Jungkook fumbles it out, grateful for the distraction.

‘sorry, jimin’s sick so i don’t think i can make it :(((‘

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asks, concerned. Jungkook looks up and forces a quick smile.

“Yes! I mean, I’m okay. Jimin, not so much. Tae said he’s sick, so he’s gonna stay home and take care of him.”

Which means, there’s no real reason for Jungkook to be here anymore.

Except...

“Sorry to hear about your friend,” Namjoon says, sounding genuinely sorry about it. Ugh. What a nice, stupid hot-faced person. “Why don’t you stick around for a while and hang out with us? We don’t mind, right, baby?”

Yoongi flushes red, and Jungkook is sure he does the same.

In all of his very limited exposure to Yoongi and Namjoon together, Namjoon has never called Yoongi ‘baby’ right in front of his face like that.

He simultaneously wants to fight him and thank him for the incredible opportunity to witness this.

“N-no,” Yoongi stutters. He /stutters/. Jungkook is in the Twilight Zone right now. “Please, stay. It’s nice catching up with you.”

Jungkook looks across the booth at the two of them and wonders how the hell anyone in the world would ever be able to say no.

Namjoon, friendly smile dimpling his cheeks, broad chest pulling his button down shirt tight.

Yoongi, small and pretty tucked under his arm, rosy cheeks and dark eyes telling Jungkook to say ‘yes yes yes’.

“Next round’s on me,” Jungkook offers weakly.

If somebody told 17-year-old Jungkook that he’d be sitting around having drinks with Min Yoongi and his goddamn husband one day, Jungkook would have laughed in their faces.

And yet here he was. A few drinks in at this point, he’s not quite drunk, but very pleasantly tipsy.

He’s been sitting here with them for what most be close to two or three hours now. It’s getting late, but Jungkook has never been more awake in his life.

He and Yoongi were doing most of the talking, while Namjoon contentedly sat back and watched them with an amused smile.

He would politely chime in every once in a while, but seemed perfectly happy to just listen to them, arm never leaving Yoongi’s shoulders.

There was a change that happened over the course of their conversation, once they ran out of things to reminisce and catch up on.

A shift, where they stopped talking to each other as former student-teacher, and started talking just like two adults, hanging out at a bar.

Jungkook got to see a side of Yoongi he never got to when he was just ‘Mr. Min’, his teacher.

It turns out, despite the slight age gap, Yoongi and Jungkook have a lot in common. They get along well - better than Jungkook ever dared to hope.

He knew Yoongi always liked him as a student. He was quiet and got his work done, turned everything in on time and kept Tae in line.

But what he didn’t know was that he could make Yoongi laugh like that, or that Yoongi had such a wicked sarcasm, or that when they both got too excited about something, they both got louder and louder trying to talk over each until they both ran out of breath.

Jungkook realized with a horrible, startling clarity that he didn’t just have a silly crush on Yoongi. He wasn’t just infatuated, just attracted to him.

Jungkook really liked him.

(The blow might have hurt a little less if his literal husband wasn’t sitting right there.)

He’s happy though, sitting here with them. He feels welcome and wanted, even by Namjoon, who watches the two of them with interest.

He leans over at one point, whispering something in Yoongi’s ear that makes him blush from the apples of his cheeks down to the base of his -

“Your neck!” Jungkook blurts before he can stop himself.

Yoongi’s hands fly up on instinct, smacking at his throat like he’s trying to feel for something.

“What?” He asks. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Oh. Uh, nothing. Just, I can see it?”

Really it’s a very lovely neck. Long and slender, delicate tendons pulled taught beneath the thin skin.

And completely unblemished.

Jungkook wants to laugh, probably would if he weren’t so disappointed. So there was really nothing there, after all. Taehyung had been wrong.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi says slowly. “You did know that I had a neck before tonight, right?”

“Of course, yeah I knew that. I’ve just never seen it before. Kinda weird, I guess?”

“Oh.” Yoongi’s fingers trail down the length of his neck. Jungkook can’t help but stare. “That is weird.”

“You always wore sweaters and scarves, even when it was warm outside. Taehyung thought that -“ Jungkook cuts himself off with an awkward laugh. “It was stupid.”

“Taehyung thought what?” Namjoon raises an interested eyebrow.

Jungkook swallows hard, eyes darting between them.

It’s not like telling them now could hurt, right? They were just kids starting rumors to make their lives more interesting, and obviously it wasn’t true, Jungkook thinks bitterly, staring at the exposed skin of Yoongi’s unmarked skin.

It’s perfectly smooth. (Like, too perfect?)

“He thought you were hiding hickies, which was obviously pretty dumb, and I told him -“

“He was.”

“I know, it’s completely ridic - Wait, I’m sorry what did you just say?”

Namjoon leans back in his seat, smirking while Yoongi avoids his eyes, biting at his bottom lip.

No way.

“He was hiding hickies,” Namjoon explains casually. “Among other bruises,” he adds with a dark grin, flexing the long fingers of his large hand resting on the table between them.

Shit, that thing can probably wrap completely around Yoongi’s neck with a few inches to spare.

Maybe...this is a joke? Are they just playing along to mess with Jungkook?

But then why is Yoongi blushing like that, practically hiding himself in Namjoon’s side? And why does Namjoon look like - Well, like the luckiest guy in the world.

“Are you being serious?” Jungkook asks.

His voice doesn’t even sound like his own as he addresses Namjoon, Yoongi still refusing to look up.

Namjoon nods once. It’s enough to have Jungkook convinced.

“I forgot you had to dress like that all the time, baby,” Namjoon casually brushes his knuckles down Yoongi’s neck.

“We got a lot better at makeup over the years though, didn’t we?” He looks up at Jungkook now, eyes dark. “You can’t even tell, can you Jungkook?”

“Tell what?” Jungkook asks but he has a terrifying, exhilarating feeling he knows exactly what it is.

Yoongi’s bruised right now.

He’s sitting here, in the middle of this bar, right across the table from Jungkook, with his neck exposed, only a thin layer of makeup hiding the marks covering it from everyone’s view.

Holy shit, that’s even hotter than anything Jungkook imagined over the years.

Namjoon doesn’t answer him, instead he reaches forward and drags the tip of his pointer finger through the condensation on Jungkook’s beer glass.

Then, firmly but gently holding Yoongi by the back of the neck, rubs the water into a small spot on the side of his neck.

He drags his fingernail through the wet patch, scratching at the skin lightly and Yoongi shivers full-bodied.

Jungkook is pretty sure he hasn’t breathed once in the past five minutes.

If this is how he goes, so be it. But he’s gonna see what’s under that makeup first.

Namjoon thumbs away the last of the water and makeup, smirking to himself, and guides Yoongi by the chin to turn his head and show Jungkook. Yoongi goes easily, even though his cheeks are now fire-engine red.

It’s like he doesn’t want Jungkook to see, but at the same time, does.

It’s a bright, angry purple spot, hidden right there in plain sight. Still a little red. Fresh.

Namjoon brushes his thumb over it, humming to himself, and Yoongi shivers again.

The spot is the same exact size as his thumb.

“Shit,” Jungkook breathes. Yoongi finally looks up.

His eyes are bright, shining with something Jungkook has never seen in another person before. It makes him ache to give Yoongi everything he wants.

“He bruises so easily,” Namjoon murmurs, low enough that he could be talking to himself, but Jungkook knows he’s meant to hear.

“I know,” Jungkook breathes in response, hypnotized by Namjoon thumbing at the delicate skin. “I mean, I don’t /know/, I just thought, like, I can see. I can see that, yup.”

Namjoon smiles at him, and it’s a far cry from the friendly-looking one he’d had on before.

“You imagined it, didn’t you? How easy it would be to mark him.”

Jungkook inhales sharply, protest on the top of his tongue. But then he remembers, Yoongi isn’t his teacher anymore.

He doesn’t have to lie. What’s the worst that could happen? (Besides Namjoon decking him.)

“Pretty much every night for the past four years.”

Yoongi’s lips part, eyes widening.

“Jungkook, you-?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook whispers.

“You wanna finally know for real?” Namjoon asks, arm tightening around Yoongi’s shoulders

Not possessive though. Like he’s showing him off.

Jungkook’s eyes meet Yoongi’s, asking the silent question. He won’t do anything Yoongi doesn’t want. He would never. But then Yoongi’s eyelids lower, voice barely a rasp:

“Say yes, Jungkook.”

And Jungkook was always such a good student.

“Yes.”

Namjoon closes out their tab with the bartender and calls a cab, ushering them both out of the bar with his arm still around Yoongi’s shoulders. Yoongi turns to look back at Jungkook, and almost shyly reaches back his hand.

Jungkook takes it without hesitation.

The ride to Namjoon and Yoongi’s place is quiet, but not the awkward kind. The electric kind.

Namjoon had nudged Jungkook into the car first, then Yoongi, then slid in so that the smaller man was sandwiched between them.

Jungkook didn’t even try to tame his thoughts about that.

“Woah,” Jungkook whistles when he walks into their penthouse apartment. What the hell does Namjoon do, anyways? Because they definitely aren’t paying for this on Yoongi’s teacher salary.

“Thirsty?” Namjoon asks politely, heading into the kitchen.

“I’m alright, thank you.”

Once Namjoon leaves the room, Jungkook and Yoomgi are alone for the first time all night. Yoongi rocks on his heels, hands clasped in front of him.

“Are you okay? I mean, this isn’t too weird for you, or anything?”

Weird? Yes, 1000%. But also a dream come true.

“I swear on my life, Jungkook,” he continues, grabbing Jungkook’s hands in his. “I never - When I was your teacher I /never/ had any sort of inappropriate thoughts about you, honestly. Just, seeing you tonight, you’re so... Grown up now.”

His fingers ghost down Jungkook’s bicep.

“I can’t really say the same,” Jungkook admits. “I had inappropriate thoughts about you, like, twelve times per minute.”

Yoongi laughs, looking surprised but not unhappy with the confession.

“I never knew.”

“Seriously?” Jungkook gapes. “It was so obvious.”

“Maybe you should have been more focused on Macbeth,” Yoongi teases, tilting his head back to look up at Jungkook through lowered lashes.

“I could recite Macbeth in my sleep,” Jungkook murmurs, taking a step closer.

“Is that what you think turns me on?” Yoongi grins.

“No,” Jungkook runs the back of his knuckles down the front of Yoongi’s throat. “I think this is.”

Yoongi swallows and Jungkook feels it. Yoongi’s lips part, eyes starting to glaze over, and Jungkook thinks maybe he’ll kiss him now?

“Quick study, aren’t you, Jungkook?”

Namjoon strides back into the room, the confident air of a man who’s got every chess piece where he wants it. Jungkook realizes his hand is still brushing Yoongi’s throat and pulls it away.

“No need for that,” Namjoon tuts. “It’s not like I brought you here for a lecture.”

He stands behind Yoongi and Jungkook notices the wet paper towel in his hand, slightly foamy with soap.

Except for the moment where Yoongi melts back into his chest, he’s perfectly still as Namjoon takes the towel to his neck and starts to wipe all the makeup away.

Besides the thumb-sized mark Namjoon had already revealed at the bar, there’s an entire map of bruises along Yoongi’s neck and shoulders.

More fingerprints on the other side of his neck, and deeper, darker marks clearly sucked and bitten into his collarbones and clavicle.

By the time Namjoon is finished, Yoongi is trembling slightly in his arms, eyes unfocused, all his bruises bared.

He looks beautiful and ruined and they haven’t even done anything.

Jungkook wants to do something. He wants to do a lot of somethings.

“You’re new at this,” Namjoon notes, and Jungkook tears his eyes away from Yoongi’s throat.

“I’ve had sex before,” he protests, but he knows that’s not really what Namjoon means.

He’s never done /this/. More than just sex. Kinkier, with rules and roles and stuff.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow and Jungkook huffs, hating the way he feels like a dumb kid again in comparison to Yoongi’s cool, experienced husband.

“It’s okay,” Namjoon assures him kindly, and Jungkook feels a little less dumb. “Everyone has to start somewhere, right?”

“I guess so?”

Namjoon laughs, his hands coming up to rest on Yoongi’s hips, almost enveloping him completely. Jungkook’s mouth goes dry.

“You can just watch for now, okay?” He presses his lips close to Yoongi’s ear. “That’s okay with you, right baby? If Jungkook watches us?”

Yoongi bites his bottom lip and his eyes raking over Jungkook is like a physical touch. Finally a sweet, almost innocent smile graces his lips.

“It’s more than okay with me, if it’s what Jungkookie wants.”

Jungkookie. Yup. This is how he dies.

“I’d honestly like to do way more than just watch you, but I understand. I’d rather have to wait a little longer than accidentally hurt you.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, melting further against Namjoon.

“Oh, you’re so sweet. He’s so sweet, Joonie.”

“Yeah, he sure is, baby.” Namjoon gives him a nod, and Jungkook is pretty sure he just gained Namjoon’s full acceptance, which makes him way happier than he would expect it to, given the fact that he secretly considered Namjoon his rival since he found out about his existence.

Jungkook shifts his weight nervously. unsure of what to do next. Should he sit down? Stay standing? Move to the bedroom?

Namjoon’s fingers slip down below the hem of Yoongi’s big t-shirt and the spinning wheels in Jungkook’s brain all come to a grinding halt.

Painfully slowly, every inch of Yoongi’s slender pale abdomen is revealed as Namjoon tugs his shirt over his head. Yoongi starts to raise his arms to cross them over his chest, but Namjoon grabs his wrists and holds them by his sides.

“Oh. My god. Yoongi, you’re so...so pretty.”

Yoongi flushes and ducks his head, pulling a little at Namjoon’s hold like he wants to bury his face in his hands, but Namjoon holds him firmly.

“Say ‘thank you’,” Namjoon murmurs in his ear.

“Thank you,” Yoongi whispers to the ground.

“Look at him and say it.”

Hesitantly Yoongi raises his chin to look Jungkook in the eye, gaze hungry. All the air in his lungs forcibly exits his body.

“Thank you, Jungkookie,” Yoongi says obediently.

“Yeah, this whole just watching thing is getting a lot harder,” Jungkook croaks. Namjoon laughs at him.

“Be patient, we’ll make it worth your time,” he promises. Jungkook doesn’t doubt that for a single second. “Why don’t we move this into the bedroom so we can really get started, hm?”

“Lead the way.”

Although most of Jungkook's fantasies over the years involved himself getting Yoongi all to himself, he's man enough to admit that he's thought about Namjoon with Yoongi, too. Thought about what the two of them looked like, acted like when they were in bed together.

Even so, those fantasies never overlapped in his mind. There was never a scenario where Jungkook imagined all three of them /together/.

And yet.

Here he was, laid out on their bed with Yoongi straddling him and kissing him frantically while Namjoon watched with a fond smile.

When they first entered the bedroom, Jungkook's nerves skyrocket. But Namjoon's calm energy and Yoongi's soft hand in his managed to keep him from freaking out and running away.

"Do you want the cuffs tonight, baby?" Was the first thing Namjoon asked, rifling through drawers.

Yoongi looked thoughtful, lips pursed as his gaze raked over Jungkook's body.

"No cuffs."

Namjoon laughed to himself, closing the drawer and walking over to press a kiss to Yoongi's forehead. It was sweet and intimate, and for a moment Jungkook felt out of place here.

It only lasted a moment though, because barely a second later Yoongi was on his tip toes whispering something in Namjoon's ear.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Namjoon answered, gently guiding him by the chin to look at Jungkook. Yoongi's cheeks flushed cherry red.

"Can I, uh, kiss you? Please?"

Jungkook was sure he was going to wake up any minute now. But just in case it was real, he quickly nodded his head, swallowing past the ball of nerves in his throat.

Yoongi smiled at him, and all those nerves disappeared.

"But," Namjoon added, holding back Yoongi by his waist when he started to step forward. "No touching yet," he warned Jungkook.

Jungkook frowned. "How are we supposed to kiss without touching?"

"Oh, Yoongi can touch. Only you can't."

Jungkook didn't protest, as badly as he wanted to.

Yoongi was hesitant at first, like he was still worried about making Jungkook feel weird or uncomfortable. Fleeting touches to Jungkook's shoulders, across his chest, down his stomach making him shiver.

All that shyness went right out the window when their lips touched for the first time and Jungkook couldn't stop himself from biting, just a little.

Yoongi moaned, hands suddenly fisting tight in Jungkook's shirt and backed him all the way to the edge of the bed.

Which is how they ended up here; Jungkook on his back, hands clenched at his sides with Yoongi, hot and desperate all over him. Yoongi's thighs bracketing his hips, hands shoved up his shirt, dragging his nails across his stomach, lips pressing together over and over again.

"You're doing good, Jungkook," Namjoon notes. Jungkook squeezes his fists so hard he's pretty sure he's gonna be bleeding soon. Yoongi whines. "You too, of course, baby," he adds.

"Not enough," Yoongi gasps into Jungkook's mouth. As nice as the kissing is he couldn't agree more.

Namjoon hums and threads his fingers in Yoongi's hair, pulling his head back so that he's looking up at him. His neck pulled taught, Namjoon runs a fingernail down the front, right over his Adam's apple.

Yoongi's eyes squeeze shut, hips rocking down on Jungkook's weakly.

"Yeah? You wanna show Jungkook what you need, huh sweetheart? Gonna be his teacher again?"

Jungkook can't help but groan at Namjoon's words, head dropping back on the bed. It's probably not good for his health, how quickly all the blood in his body rushes to his groin.

He's aware of both of their hot gazes on him, but he's afraid if he looks at them right now he's literally going to come in his pants.

Yoongi takes one of Jungkook's hands in his own, pulling it into his lap and carefully unclenching his fingers, smoothing over the nail-marks.

Jungkook dares another glance up at him, finds Yoongi examining his hand with completely dilated pupils, tongue swiping over his lips, face flushed.

He holds his breath as Yoongi raises it up to his neck, fitting Jungkook's hand around it like he's trying on gloves.

"Yeah," he nods to himself, letting Jungkook's hand fall limp to his side. He's so in shock he's not sure any of the muscles in his body are cooperating right now. "We better teach him, Joonie."

Namjoon situates them all so that Yoongi is sitting between his legs, his back to Namjoon's chest, and Jungkook is facing them both.

A tiny part of him is indignant at being bossed around, but he knows he's only allowed to be here by Namjoon's good grace, so he doesn't complain.

It would feel wrong, even, to complain in a situation like this, where he's getting to live out some of his greatest fantasies and more.

With Yoongi shirtless and flushed, squirming between them as they wait for Namjoon to guide them on what to do. Jungkook is getting restless.

Namjoon wraps his arms around Yoongi from behind, hands starting at his waist, just below his navel. Slowly, one hand works its way upwards, fingers teasing at the smaller man's nipples, while the other ghosts down the front of his jeans.

"Don't stop watching him," Namjoon says.

Jungkook wants to laugh, but his throat is completely locked up, like every other part of his body.

He doesn't think he could look away if he tried.

Yoongi's eyelids flutter as he clearly struggles to keep them open and Jungkook can feel his eyes on him, just as unable to stop.

Namjoon's hand on Yoongi's chest drifts upwards until it's resting lightly at the base of his throat. Jungkook doesn't know if it's that, or the hand undoing his pants that makes Yoongi suddenly gasp.

"Alright, baby?" Namjoon smirks, obviously already knows the answer.

"Y-yes."

"I'm gonna get you started, make sure you feel good, and then we're gonna let Jungkook play. Is that okay?" Namjoon raises an eyebrow at Jungkook as he says it, like he's asking him, as well. Jungkook nods, tries to play it cool like he hasn't been half hard for like 4 hours now.

Yoongi's eyes have started to go foggy, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he looks at Jungkook with barely concealed want, sending tingles down Jungkook's spine. Never in his life did he think Yoongi would ever want him back this badly.

"Yes, please start," Yoongi whimpers.

Namjoon kisses his cheek, hands that had gone still while he checked in with Yoongi starting to move again. Yoongi's hips jerk, lips parting on a moan when Namjoon's large hand slips into his pants, completely engulfing him and starting to rub in slow, up and down motions.

Jungkook is so entranced watching Yoongi's little cock grow harder, his thighs trembling, he almost forgets.

Namjoon has two hands.

There's a sharp, choked off gasp.

Namjoon's hand is wrapped around Yoongi's neck, fingers pressing into the sides as Yoongi's eyes roll back.

"Holy Jesus fuck," Jungkook blurts, watching the boneless way Yoongi falls back against Namjoon. His head lolls backwards, dark hair spilling across Namjoon's shoulder, eyes staring unfocused up at the ceiling.

Namjoon continues kissing his cheek, starts to stroke him faster.

It's a little scary, seeing Yoongi like this, knowing he's completely overwhelmed and helpless, unable to even breathe.

Realizing how dangerous this all is.

But mostly it's just really fucking hot. Jungkook wants to try, too. He doesn't know how much longer he can wait.

Yoongi's hips start to jerk more violently, entire body thrashing and low, broken sounds being torn from his throat. Namjoon works his hand even faster, digging his teeth into Yoongi's shoulder, and Jungkook is sure Yoongi's about to come any second now, but -

Namjoon lets go.

Stops jerking Yoongi before he can come, releases his throat so he can breathe again.

"Fuck," Yoongi croaks, voice scratchy and raw as he drags in large gulps of air. "That was fucking mean, Joonie," he pouts.

Namjoon kisses the hickey already forming on his shoulder.

"Sorry, love, you were doing so good. I just thought you might want me to let you have some fun with Jungkook, too, hm?"

Yoongi eyes him, gaze burning. Jungkook gulps.

"Yeah, please, want Jungkookie to choke me while he fucks me with his big cock."

"Oh, fuck."

Yoongi smirks at him different than the way Namjoon does. It's less confident and more of just a teasing twist of his lips as he pointedly eyes the painfully hard bulge growing in Jungkook's pants.

Namjoon chuckles, gathering Yoongi in his arms and pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Alright, sweetheart. We can do that for you, can't we, Jungkook?"

"Um, yes? I think so - I mean, I definitely want to, I just kinda don't wanna accidentally kill him?"

He blushes as the couple laugh at him, feeling young and a little dumb, much less experienced in their bed.

But then Yoongi smiles at him, genuine and without any judgement, and Namjoon reaches out for him, pulling him closer and repositioning him with patient hands.

"Don't worry," Namjoon reassures him. "I'll show you how to do everything, you just worry about making him feel good."

Make Yoongi feel good. Jungkook can do that.

Namjoon shows him the technique, placing Jungkook's fingers in the right spots so he can feel where he should be holding, demonstrating the right amount of pressure to apply, where to press in the hardest to make it most pleasurable.

"You think you got it all?" Namjoon asks when he's finished explaining and Yoongi is panting between them, having gotten even more riled up by all of their 'practicing' (though Jungkook is pretty sure Namjoon dragged it out longer than necessary for that exact purpose).

"Don't even care if you kill me at this point, just do something," Yoongi whines, bottom lip jutted out.

Namjoon laughs and Jungkook feels something powerful simmering in him at the desperate way Yoongi looks at him, the desperate way Yoongi wants him. So bad, he'd die for it.

"I won't hurt him," Jungkook promises Namjoon. "Well, not anymore than he wants me to," he adds, feeling bold and throwing Yoongi a wink. The older man's jaw drops, and he scrambles out of Namjoon's hold, crawling over to Jungkook.

"Yup, you need to fuck me now."

Jungkook lets Yoongi push him down on the bed, straddling him and kissing him like he did before, hands fumbling to get Jungkook's pants open and pull them and his boxers down his thighs.

"Fuck," Jungkook grunts when Yoongi's fingers wrap around his length, thumbing at the head.

"Knew you'd be big." Yoongi licks his lips.

"Oh yeah? Back when I was 18?" Jungkook teases. Yoongi's cheeks turn bright red.

"N-No! That's not-"

Jungkook rolls them over so that he's on top and Yoongi is on his back. He hears Namjoon laugh amusedly at them.

"No? I don't look that different than I did back then, you know," Jungkook muses. "Did you want me to fuck you, even back then? Huh, Mr. Min?"

"Shut up, oh my god."

"Aw," Namjoon coos, hands in Yoongi's hair. "He was always your favorite, wasn't he? Sweet, handsome Jungkook?"

"He was a good student," Yoongi grits between clenched teeth as Jungkook starts to pull his pants off and scratches lightly at his inner thighs.

"That's all?" Jungkook fake pouts. "You didn't have a single inappropriate thought about me? Not one? I don't believe you."

Jungkook has no idea where all this confidence is coming from. He never thought Yoongi noticed him in any sort of special way back in school, but with the way his ex-teacher is flushed and squirming under him, and the way Namjoon is smirking, he thinks he might be onto something.

"No," Yoongi insists stubbornly, avoiding Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and wraps his hand around Yoongi's throat, lightly pressing down.

"You're lying to me."

"'m not," Yoongi gasps.

"Tell me the truth and I'll let you go."

Yoongi goes silent.

He knows this is what Yoongi wants, had it explicitly and verbally expressed to him, but he still feels a little gross, a little dirty when he squeezes Yoongi's neck harder and grabs his cock, teasing the tip at Yoongi's entrance (which he has been assured is already prepared).

"If you won't tell me the truth on your own, I'll just have to make you."

Yoongi whines and squirms, trying to get away from Jungkook and closer at the same time.

Jungkook lines himself up with one hand, still choking Yoongi lightly with the other, and pushes in.

Yoongi's jaw drops, his half-words and choked off noises filling the room. He's still tight since Namjoon prepared him a few hours ago now, and Jungkook involuntarily grips his neck tighter, breathing sharply and trying not to lose all of his control right off the bat.

"Jun'ook." Yoongi gasps, reaching for his own cock. Namjoon tuts and grabs both of his hands, holding them over his head.

"You think we're just gonna let you get off like this? Before we've even gotten started? Don't be silly, baby."

Namjoon hands him a bottle of lube and Jungkook slicks up the rest of his cock, besides the tip that's inside Yoongi, and begins to thrust in earnest. He pulls almost all the way out, thrusting back in sharply each time, until Yoongi is shaking like a leaf, gasping for air.

Yoongi pulls at Namjoon's hold on him, writhing desperately, pale chest flushed a lovely shade of pink. Jungkook has never fucked a boy (or girl) as pretty, as responsive as this.

It doesn't hurt that Namjoon is also one of the hottest fucking people Jungkook has ever seen.

He doesn't know what it is about the older man, but when Jungkook looks up and finds Namjoon watching him, looking pleased with him, it just makes Jungkook thrust harder, more desperate to make both him and Yoongi happy.

"You're both so good," Namjoon praises.

Heat flares through Jungkook's entire body, Yoongi clenching around him at Namjoon's words.

"So pretty together," Namjoon adds.

Shit. No. He will not come like this, just from a few compliments. Jungkook stills, loosening his grip on Yoongi's neck and taking a breath.

"Don' stop," Yoongi begs, gripping Jungkook closer with his legs wrapped around his waist.

"Give Jungkookie a second," Namjoon chastises lightly, and oh. The nickname sounds a lot different coming from him, low and smooth rather than breathy and sweet. He likes it just as much.

Yoongi pouts, but slowly releases his death grip around Jungkook's waist.

"That's a good boy." Namjoon holds both of Yoongi's wrists in one hand, cupping his cheek with another. "You wanna try something new tonight, baby? Are you up for it?"

Yoongi nods enthusiastically and Namjoon chuckles, ducking down to press a kiss to his forehead. Jungkook thinks maybe he should be jealous about their intimate moment while he's literally balls-deep in Yoongi, but he's not. They're sweet together, pretty and soft.

Namjoon swings one leg over Yoongi's head, still holding his wrists in one hand, and Jungkook's gut pools with heat when he realizes what's about to happen.

"Open up," Namjoon commands gently.

Jungkook can't see Yoongi's face anymore, but from the way he hears Namjoon's zipper open and the low groan in his chest, he's pretty sure he's got his cock in Yoongi's mouth.

"Should I - Should I let go?" Jungkook asks nervously, afraid of choking Yoongi too much now.

"No." Namjoon looks back at Jungkook over his shoulder. "Keep choking him."

Yoongi whines, but doesn't sound like he's complaining, so Jungkook grips his throat again. Namjoon grins at him, leans back so that their lips are nearly touching and Jungkook can't breathe.

"So good."

"Jesus," Jungkook breathes, and doesn't protest when Namjoon kisses him, lips soft and plush against his own. Yoongi whines again beneath them both, kicking his hips and squirming needily.

"Go on," Namjoon whispers against his lips. "Fuck him. Fuck him good."

They move in perfect tandem, Jungkook fucking into Yoongi's ass and Namjoon fucking his face. The smaller man has gone completely pliant under them, barely moving except for the tremors in his thighs and lower belly.

Even his gasps for air are drowned out by Namjoon's cock.

There's nothing by the tight, wet heat of his walls clenching around him and the slick sounds of Namjoon's cock sliding in and out of his mouth. Jungkook flexes his fingers tighter, feeling the heat in his gut coiling tight, feeling Yoongi clench even tighter.

"You close, baby?"

Jungkook can't see Yoongi's response, but Namjoon's resulting chuckle is answer enough. Jungkook grasps Yoongi's cock, flushed red and bobbing against his stomach without waiting to be told. Yoongi's hips thrust into his hand, and Jungkook can barely hear a faint, garbled whine.

He jerks Yoongi hard and fast, giving one hard thrust and rolling his hips, pushing in deeper. His fingers flex tighter , until he can feel Yoongi's throat bobbing erratically beneath his grasp, convulsing around Namjoon's cock.

"So good for me and Jungkookie," Namjoon coos.

Yoongi cock jerks in his hand, one leg hooking around the back of Jungkook's thigh. That's the only warning he gets before he's coming.

"Don't let go until he's done," Namjoon warns him, and Jungkook holds Yoongi tight until the last twitch, last rope of come across his belly.

When Jungkook releases Yoongi's throat, he expects the telltale sound of him sucking in a deep breath. But he doesn't. Instead, he hears choked moans, sees Namjoon start to thrust his hips harder, and knows he's still fucking Yoongi's mouth.

"Oh, love, are you crying?" Namjoon asks, not slowing down. "You like this that much, huh? Like us both using you, hurting you? Is that it, sweetheart?"

Jungkook groans and fall forward, forehead landing between Namjoon's shoulder blades and cock sliding in deeper.

Namjoon laughs, but Jungkook can hear how breathless he's getting.

"Don't be embarrassed, I think Jungkook likes it, too."

Jungkook shuts his eyes tightly and groans. He's getting close now, but fuck, he doesn't want to finish yet. Wants this to last as long as possible.

"How long has it been now, Jungkook? That you've wanted to fuck my husband?"

"Sh-Shut up," Jungkook grits out, face starting to flame, fisting a hand in the back of Namjoon's shirt. He needs to find a way to make the other man come first. "Wanted to - to fuck you, too."

Namjoon's hips stutter.

"What?"

"Wanted him most, but wanted you, too. Always liked seeing you together, fuck, when you'd come visit him. You're both so hot. I thought about fucking him myself, but I thought about you fucking him, too."

"Did you?" Namjoon asks, breathy, Yoongi moaning beneath him. Jungkook nods against his back, reaching around and finding his balls laying against Yoongi's chin. Takes them in his hand and starts rolling them between his fingers.

"I did. Did you think about me fucking him, too?"

"Shit," Namjoon hisses, hips stuttering forward a few times before going completely still.

Ha. Jungkook wins.

If being painfully hard and the last one to orgasm constitutes as "winning", but yeah, Jungkook still has his dick in Yoongi so anything is a win to him right now.

Namjoon carefully rolls off of Yoongi, making sure not to knee him in the head, and Jungkook wants to cry with relief when he can finally see Yoongi's face again.

Flushed even pinker now, tears rolling down his cheeks, lips swollen and slick, ruined in the most perfect way.

"Hi," Jungkook says, like an awestruck idiot (because maybe he is one). Yoongi blinks up at him, dark eyes hooded, grin tugging at his lips.

"Hi, Jungkookie."

"Would it be okay if I kissed you again?" Jungkook looks nervously between Yoongi and Namjoon.

He doesn't /need/ it to get off, but it certainly wouldn't hurt (and he kinds really wants to, especially with the way Yoongi's lips look right now).

Luckily, neither of them look like they have a problem with it. With his newly freed hands, Yoongi reaches for Jungkook.

Yoongi's mouth doesn't taste sweet or clean the way he always did in Jungkook's fantasies. He tastes dirty and real, and that's a million times better.

Jungkook starts up a steady pace of thrusting again, Yoongi's arms wound around his neck, his lips soft and pliant beneath his.

He feels the heat pooling dangerously low in his gut, a tingling feeling starting at the soles of his feet, spreading up his spine and knows he's close.

"Come on," Yoongi breathes against his lips. "Come for me, Jungkookie. Always so good for me."

He sounds so sweet, so gentle and it's Jungkook's final undoing. He thrusts in one last time, as deep as he can go. His hips jerk erratically and he has to break their kiss, instead biting down on the skin between Yoongi's neck and shoulder.

Hard.

That's gonna leave a mark.

Min Yoongi is going to have go to school tomorrow, stand up in front of a class of high schoolers, covering up a mark that Jungkook left on him.

He's pretty sure he can die happy now.

Yoongi's hands thread in his hair, holding him close as he rides out his orgasm, and Namjoon's broad hands are stroking his back, as well. He's overwhelmed in the best possible way.

Namjoon climbs out of bed when Jungkook's finished and returns with a warm towel and an ice pack.

He wipes them all down with gentle hands, sitting up by Yoongi's head and pressing the ice pack across the various purple marks decorating his skin.

Shit. There are a lot.

"No wonder you wore so many sweaters," Jungkook mutters to himself, watching with rapt attention.

Yoongi laughs, raspy and raw, and Jungkook almost feels bad for the number he did on his throat until he sees the way his eyes are shining.

"Can't believe Kim Fucking Taehyung knew all along. I should have flunked that kid when I had the chance."

"Then you would have been stuck with him forever," Jungkook points out.

"Oh crap, you're right." Yoongi frowns, lips pursed, and Jungkook wants to kiss him again so. fucking. badly.

But that moment has ended. And it's time for him to call an Uber home.

"Need some clothes?" Namjoon asks just as Jungkook is pulling his pants back on and searching the pockets for his phone.

He pauses, looking up in confusion. He has clothes? They saw him wearing them earlier?

"For...Sleeping?" Namjoon elaborates when Jungkook doesn't respond.

"No, I have my own pajamas."

"You brought pajamas?" Yoongi giggles.

"Huh? No, they're at my house."

"Well, they won't really do you any good here, will they?" Namjoon raises an amused eyebrow, and Jungkook Gets It.

"You guys want me to stay?"

"If you want to," Yoongi says lightly, shrugging his shoulders. "You certainly don't have to leave."

"Oh, that's... Isn't that a little weird?"

"Why?" Namjoon asks.

"I mean, since you're married, and I just, y'know..."

"Yeah, we know," Yoongi grins. "Look, in all honesty, we've done this once or twice before, so you don't have to feel weird. You are admittedly the first former student of mine, but... Unless you're planning on killing us in our sleep, you're more than welcome to stay."

Jungkook looks over at Namjoon, carefully sizing him up. There may have been a time in Jungkook's life where he'd take any chance to get Namjoon out of the picture and take Yoongi for himself, but now, after everything that just happened...

Maybe Namjoon did deserve rights.

"Nah, not gonna murder either of you."

"Not crazy about how long you took to answer that," Namjoon admits, but throws Jungkook a t-shirt from his dresser anyways. Jungkook pulls it on and it smells like soap and oranges, worn grey cotton soft against his skin.

"We both have to be up and out of here early tomorrow, but feel free to stay and sleep in." Yoongi yawns, snuggling in as Namjoon climbs in on his other side, pulling the comforter over both of them.

"Oh, uh, thank you. That's sounds good."

Yoongi hums and curls up against him.

Jungkook freezes, unsure if this level of intimacy would go over well with Namjoon. His anxieties are put to rest when the larger man curls up right behind Yoongi, wrapping an arm around both his and Jungkook's waists.

"I'll leave extra coffee in the pot," Namjoon murmurs.

"You don't have to-"

"I will," Namjoon cuts him off, peering over Yoongi's head to smile sleepy and warm at him. Jungkook finds himself smiling back.

"Okay. Thanks."

"And Jungkookie?" Yoongi snuggles in closer, kisses Jungkook on the temple. "Welcome home."

He's talking about this place, this town that Jungkook was raised in and is finally coming back to, but Jungkook can't help but feel like it means a little more.

Whatever this is between them, Jungkook has a good feeling this isn't the last night he'll be spending in this bed.

Later, when he's sure Yoongi and Namjoon have both drifted off to sleep, he carefully rolls over and grabs his phone off the bedside table.

'ur not gonna believe what happened tonight, tae. thank jimin for getting sick for me, okay?'

fin 💋