What a relief that we're seven.

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/30938951.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M, Multi
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok/Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin/Kim
Taehyung/Min Yoongi/Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Everyone, Kim
Namjoon | RM/Everyone, Min Yoongi | Suga/Everyone, Jung Hoseok | J-
Hope/Everyone, Park Jimin (BTS)/Everyone, Kim Taehyung |
V/Everyone, Jeon Jungkook/Everyone
Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim
Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook,
Bangtan Boys | BTS Ensemble
Additional Tags: OT7, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Polyamorous Character,
Team as Family, What's the opposite of slow burn because these boys are
horny and in love, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Fluff, Fluff and Smut,
I'll tag more as I post chapters, Premature Ejaculation, Coming In Pants,
Healthy Relationships, Communication, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time
Blow Jobs, Dry Humping, Not Actually Unrequited Love, hand holding
as foreplay isn't a tag and min yoongi would be personally offended by
this, Family Bonding, Domestic Fluff
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of A Family Can Be Seven Idiot Boyfriends
Stats: Published: 2021-04-27 Updated: 2021-05-15 Words: 8,185 Chapters: 2/?
What a relief that we're seven.
by Phelpstwinsandelftwins

Summary

The story of how Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon fell in love. And then the story of how they
fell in love with Min Yoongi. And then the story of how the three of them fell in love with
Jung Hoseok. And then - well, you get the idea.

OR

How all seven members of BTS fell in love with each other and ended up in a polyamorous
relationship.

(The prequel to A Family Can Be Seven Idiot Boyfriends - not required reading, but
recommended)

Notes

Good lord has this been a long time coming. It genuinely feels weird to NOT write in the
chat-fic style. Who am I.

Some house-keeping:

- We're seeing these boys grow up. By the time AFCB7IB rolls around, they're already in a
healthy relationship. We're going to see some bumps in the road as they learn. But remember
- I can't write angst to save my life, there will always be a happy resolution.
- As with AFCB7IB, the timeline has deliberately been left vague. The one exception is that
Jungkook having turned 18 is a minor plot point later on, but other than that. If you'd prefer
to imagine him older, that's totally ok and won't have an effect on the story!

Feel free to follow on: https://twitter.com/OT7orDEATH

First Kiss

At the risk of sounding mildly dramatic, Namjoon was starting to wish he'd never been born.

The day had started off like any other. The seven members of BTS had dragged their way to
the practice room with only minimal complaints.

Only a few complaints.

…a lot of complaints.

In their defense, they were working themselves to the bone in preparation for their next
comeback. Sleep was a precious and rare commodity. Namjoon was, like, 75% certain that
Yoongi was running on pure spite.

Actually, now that he thought about it, "sleep deprivation" was a fantastic excuse for this
enormous lapse in judgement.

The dance practice had ended in moderate success. Hoseok was proud. Taehyung, Jimin and
Jungkook were giggling and rough housing as if they hadn't already spent the last few hours
in each other's presence and were old friends seeing each other for the first time in months.
Yoongi may or may not have been sleep-walking, at this point.

"You guys go on ahead!" Jin had told them. "I want to spend some more time on this damned
dance."

Hoseok had offered to stay behind, and Jin had waived him off with a warm smile. Namjoon
could have let it end there. Should have let it end there.

But Jin had looked so determined, and fuck it, kind of beautiful despite being covered in
sweat.

"I'll stay back too!" Namjoon had volunteered eagerly, jumping at the chance to spend some
one-on-one time with Jin. Was he making decisions based on his crater-sized crush? Maybe.
That was no one's business but his own.

Would he have gone out of his way to spend one-on-one time with any of the members?
Because of his crater-sized crush on - nope. Not going there today. Maybe not ever. One
crush was a normal number of crushes, thank you very much. He firmly slammed the door on
that dangerous train of thought.

Jin had smiled at his offer, the kind of smile that made his eyes crinkle and Namjoon's heart
race. "I suppose you need the extra practice too, huh?" the eldest had guessed, sounding
sympathetic. "Sure, I'll take your company if you're offering - we'll see the rest of you guys at
the dorm later!"

And just like that, he and Jin; beautiful, smiling, determined, warm, ethereal Jin, were alone.
They had danced in silence for a while, short bursts of constructive criticism breaking the
tense silence. Well, tense for Namjoon, because he was an idiot. Jin seemed completely
oblivious to Namjoon's internal struggle.

Then, the straw that broke Namjoon's tired, gay, back - Jin had watched him successfully pull
off a rather difficult leap and had immediately started gushing. “Yah! Joon-ah! How sexy!
You didn't tell me you were part of the dance line! I'm amazed!" followed by his ridiculous
laugh.

Normal, totally platonic banter between bandmates.

So, of course, Namjoon had turned to face his hyung and stared into his beautiful, warm eyes
and blurted out, "Jin-hyung, I'm in love with you."

Like Namjoon had said - sleep deprivation.

-----

They stared at each other in complete silence for approximately 32 seconds. Namjoon kept
count. These were the last few seconds of peace he'd ever know before Jin rejected him, and
he planned on cherishing them.

"I'm sorry I-" Namjoon began.

"Wait, so you-" Jin started.

More awkward silence. Namjoon was starting to wonder if this was turning into a passive-
aggressive staring contest. Neither of them had blinked since he had blurted out his love
confession. The idea, along with the tense atmosphere, made him want to giggle of all things.

Namjoon decided to try again. Maybe now was a good time to bring up his sleep deprivation
excuse. Hell, if he played his cards right, he might just be able to convince Jin that his
confession was, instead, a sleep induced hallucination.

What actually came out of his mouth, though, was, "I'm so sorry. I was so out of line. You're
straight. I'm an idiot. Forget I said anything." And then he had started to march towards the
door. He was half-way there when he realised, he'd forgotten his bag. Fuck it, there was no
going back now. He'd have to get a new bag, that was the only option.

He heard Jin's feet shuffle, and then a quiet, "Wait."

Namjoon slammed on the brakes so hard he might have given himself whiplash.

That would be a hard one to explain to a doctor.

He turned around, trying to school his expression into something approaching "cool, calm
and collected" rather than "hopeful, touch-starved and enamoured."

Note: He was not successful.

Jin was watching him, feet still shuffling, with his fingers pressed together as he fidgeted, and
fuck if that wasn't the cutest thing Namjoon had ever seen. Well, since yesterday, when
Yoongi had smiled his gummy-smile. Or the day before when Taehyung had sneezed so hard,
he tripped and giggled from his unexpected new position on the floor.

Look, his bandmates were adorable, and he was a weak man, ok?

"Just...hang on," Jin requested, seeming shocked at himself for asking Namjoon to stay.
"You...didn't give me a chance to respond."

Namjoon stared. He made a mental note to call his mother and ask if she had ever dropped
him on his head as a baby, because honestly Namjoon, who just stares while their crush says
stuff like this? Speak, you idiot.

"You - I mean - would you - have you -" Stop speaking, you idiot.

Against all odds, Jin watched his stuttering incompetence with something approaching
fondness.

"I've just...never. Um, considered men as an option before," Jin admitted shyly, and Namjoon
had two thoughts.

1) When had Jin started doing things shyly and how much would he have to pay to see more
of it.

2) Did that mean that Jin was now, in fact, considering men as an option?

"I've had girlfriends, of course. Mostly before debut, it got complicated once we threw idol
life into the mix..." Jin trailed off, as if not certain of where he was going or what point he
was trying to make. Namjoon knew this, of course. Jin was handsome and popular, and
enjoyed sex with women. Of course. Totally normal. Definitely didn't want to make Namjoon
break down and cry out of jealousy. That would be crazy...

"But I thought you were the same? Straight?" Jin asked, his curiousity taking priority over his
discomfort.

"Oh. I, um. Had a girlfriend in high school, yeah," Namjoon said, mostly still simply happy
that Jin hadn't kicked him out and refused to speak to him ever again. "Drunkenly kissed a
boy once, too, but that's about the extent of my experience with-" oh my god Namjoon stop
talking, stop talking "- any sex, actually. I've never, y'know, gone very far with anyone of any
gender-" OH MY GOD NAMJOON STOP "-But, y'know, I've had crushes, so I know I'm
interested in men, too. Plus, there's like...porn, that helps." FUCK. TOO FAR.

Briefly, Namjoon considered the viability of inventing time-travel for the sole purpose of
preventing his own birth.

Jin blinked, clearly not expecting this very personal and very sudden info-dump. “Oh, you're
a - you've never-"
"Virgin, yeah. Haha." Haha indeed, Kim Namjoon you fucking moron. But he'd already
started the hole so he may as well keep digging. "Kind of want it to be special. With someone
I...love. I guess."

Unexpectedly, Jin smiled. It took Namjoon's breath away, his cheeks flooding with warmth.

"That's...sweet," Jin told him. "I like it." He said it in such a genuine way that, suddenly,
Namjoon was no longer embarrassed. Jin was charismatic like that.

"Thanks."

"So should we..." Jin began, before hesitating and furrowing his brow. The expression was,
frankly, adorable. Namjoon would know, he had extensively catalogued all of Jin's adorable
expressions. And all the adorable expressions of the rest of his teammates, but that was a
problem he'd unpack another day.

"Should we...?" Namjoon prompted, curious.

"Uh...kiss?"

Predictably, Namjoon's brain short-circuits. Jin looks slightly alarmed at the shade of red that
the leader is approaching.

"You want to...kiss?" Namjoon croaked, doing what he thinks is a decent approximation of a
man who is not on the verge of a nervous breakdown, thank you very much.

"Well, yeah," Jin says, seemingly more and more confident the more he considers it. "I've
never looked at a man romantically before, but that doesn't mean I couldn't. Kissing seems
the best way for me figure out if I'm interested, right?"

Screw preventing his own birth, Namjoon was sending his mother a gift basket for ensuring
he was born so he could be here, at this very moment, being asked by Kim Seokjin to kiss
him.

"O-oh. Yeah, sure, that makes sense." At this point, Jin could have suggested they rob a bank
and Namjoon would have gone along with it, but that was neither here nor there.

"Besides," Jin blurted, and Namjoon had the sense he was nervously trying to postpone the
very thing he'd just requested. "How awesome would it be if I could just...date you, right?"

"Uh?" Namjoon gaped, not quite sure where his eldest hyung was going with this one.

"Well, dating is hard as an idol. It makes me anxious. Being able to date a teammate would
just be so...convenient, you know?"

Convenient. Right. How romantic.

Clearly, his discontent showed on his face because Jin rapidly began to backtrack. "That's not
to say- I mean it wouldn't be the only reason of course, but it's a pretty big positive - am I
making sense - I'm sorry I'm rambling-"
Bizarrely, Namjoon found himself falling in love a little bit harder as he watched Jin
desperately try to reassure him.

"Oh, fuck it," Jin exclaimed. "Namjoon just kiss me, we'll work the rest of it out after I decide
if I even enjoy it."

Well, what else could Namjoon do but follow instructions.

With all the grace of a 6-year-old who has just been told there are snacks in the kitchen,
Namjoon lurched forward and pecked Jin on the lips.

Jin looked wholly unimpressed. "Joonie, I've seen more passion from family members
kissing me hello and goodbye."

"Gross," Namjoon responded drily.

Jin continued to look unimpressed. "Kiss me properly, please."

Was Namjoon developing a kink for Kim Seokjin being demanding? Yeah, maybe.

Namjoon leaned in again, pressing his lips against Jin's. Without the panic of the last attempt
to distract him, Namjoon was suddenly inundated by sensations. Wonderful, incredible
sensations.

Jin's lips were soft, god so soft, and they moved gently against his. Jin, for all his bravado in
other areas of life, seemed content to let the younger boy lead the kiss and fuck if that idea
didn’t do things to Namjoon.

Namjoon was also aware to a heightened degree that, for all that the members of BTS lived in
absurdly close quarters, this was the closest he'd ever been to Jin in such an... intimate
manner. The warmth radiated off the older man's body and Namjoon wanted to curl up and
bask in it - to say nothing of how good Jin smelled. Which was ridiculous. They had just
finished an intense dance practice. What kind of demi-god did you have to be to smell good
after something like that?

Namjoon was, all at once, very self-conscious about how he smelled. Before he could do
something stupid, like try to sniff his own armpit in the middle of a make-out session with the
most beautiful man he had ever seen, Jin tentatively raised his hands and placed them on
Namjoon's waist.

Not for the first time, Namjoon's brain short-circuited. He ripped his lips from Jin's red and
pouting ones, before he could do something as embarrassing as moan over simply being
touched.

"Sorry," Jin panted - panted, holy shit - "Was that too much?"

"Hng," Namjoon replied intelligently. Jin smiled as if he understood completely.

"Can we try...one more time?" Jin asked hesitantly, as if Namjoon wouldn't rip out his own
heart at the older man's request. "I'll keep my hands to myself; I promise."
Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "So, you don't want to keep your hands to yourself?"

Jin blushed and Namjoon was struck by the urge to nuzzle his cheek. "I... definitely didn't
hate that, no. Some touching with the kissing wouldn't be...terrible. But only if you're
comfortable. I passed the test. I am clearly capable of enjoying intimate activities with you.
We can pause this and talk if you'd prefer."

Oh.

Oh ok.

The touch-starved portion of Namjoon's brain had suddenly started banging pots and pans
together in victory.

"Just...one more small kiss," Namjoon conceded, as if this were some great sacrifice on his
part. "Then we really need to sit down and talk about where we're going with this."

In place of a verbal agreement, Jin surged forward and kissed Namjoon forcefully. Gone was
his willingness to let Namjoon lead - Jin was suddenly dominant and forward in such a way
that made Namjoon acutely aware of their different levels of experience.

Forget short-circuiting - Namjoon's brain self-destructed.

Jin's hands were clutching tightly at his waist, and Namjoon moved his hands slowly up Jin's
sides. Without realising, they had slowly migrated towards the edge of the room. When
Namjoon's back hit the mirror, Jin's body crowded him, and he could feel every inch of the
older man's strong body. Heaven. Absolute heaven.

Jin's thigh, apparently with a mind of its own, moved to part Namjoon's legs. That also meant
that Jin's own crotch was rubbing up against Namjoon's thigh and - oh. Hello there.

Turned out, Jin was absolutely capable of feeling attraction towards another man.

Namjoon was starting to feel light-headed with pleasure, and he was suddenly very aware
that, outside of his own hand, this was the most intimate contact he'd had in years. It took
everything in him not to rut his hips into Jin's thigh.

It's not about that, he reminded himself. Do not try to take things too quickly. So, you're both
hard. You're both adult men. That happens. Just enjoy the emotional connection.

Namjoon placed his hand on Jin's neck. It was meant to be a fond, loving gesture. Jin,
however, seemed to interpret it in a different manner.

Jin let out choked moan at the contact, stopping for only a second to look at Namjoon with
such an adoring expression that the rapper wanted to cry, before pressing their lips back
together again with passion.

All at once, Namjoon was simultaneously in heaven and hell. Jin wasn't deliberately moving
his hips - he wasn't quite that forward, not without sitting down and discussing the
relationship first. But the forceful kiss meant there was some unintended rocking movement,
and Namjoon's touch starved cock was enjoying it.

Like, really enjoying it.

Like, oh fuck, maybe enjoying it a bit too much.

The sounds of Jin's quiet, pleased gasps. Jin's large, warm hands lovingly caressing his sides.
The gentle motion of Jin's hard-on slowly, torturously rocking against Namjoon's weeping
cock. When had he started leaking pre-cum? Oh god he hoped it hadn't leaked through his
pants.

"Jin," Namjoon groaned. "We should slow down."

However, Namjoon miscalculated. In pulling away from Jin's lips to request a breather, he
was hit with the image of Jin's blissed out expression. The older man's full lips were red and
swollen, his ears and cheeks bright red, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust and oh my fucking
god as Jin pulled away a line of saliva dragged with him which went straight to Namjoon's
already suffering hard-on.

And then, in an attempt to be respectful, Jin tried to pull away. In doing so, he had to lean
against Namjoon for a second. Just a second. His body dragged against Namjoon's body for
only a moment. And Namjoon's poor, abused cock took the brunt of Jin's hard-on rubbing
against it one last time.

It was too much.

"Jin, wait, I'm-oh fuck," Namjoon moaned, clutching at Jin, suddenly desperate to get the
man to not move. "Fuck fuck I'm cu- I can't stop it. I'm cum-"

With one loud cry and one last desperate thrust of his hips, Namjoon came into his pants in
front of Jin.

Time seemed to pause for a second. Apparently, the universe wanted to give Namjoon some
time to bask in his own humiliation.

"Did you just-" Jin broke the silence.

"Please don't," Namjoon begged, covering his bright red face with his hands. He shifted
uncomfortably, not particularly enjoying the sensation of his own cum coating his dick. "I'm
so sorry."

"Don't apologise."

"You don't have to pretend like that wasn't the most pathetic thing you've ever seen just to
spare me."

"No - Namjoon," Jin interrupted firmly, pulling the rapper's hands from his face and cupping
his burning cheeks. In literally any other circumstance, the gesture would have been
romantic. Any other circumstance. "I'm not joking or saying it out of pity. It's totally fine."
Namjoon stared at Jin in disbelief. What fully grown man would be content with a partner
that came in their pants at the slightest touch?

"You've probably not had anyone touch you like that in ages, if at all, and I was being...way
too aggressive. I'm sorry. I should have stopped it so we could talk boundaries, first."

Oh great, now Jin was apologising to Namjoon?

"Don't apologise to me, you did nothing wrong at all, I'm the one who's sorry."

Abruptly, Jin started shifting uncomfortably. Namjoon's eyes drifted downwards of their own
volition, and he was unable to look at anything but the fact that Jin was still hard and aching
in his own pants.

"I, um," Jin muttered. "That was kind of hot, actually."

Excuse me what.

If Jin got any redder, he was going to burst, and Namjoon wondered how this situation had so
quickly turned on its head to the point that Jin was the one embarrassed.

"I kind of have a fetish," Jin confessed, and Namjoon realised he'd pay actual real money to
be able to hear Jin say the word 'fetish' again. "Watching people...lose control...of their
bodies. It, uh, really turns me on."

Namjoon is not sure what else that could apply to except men cumming too quickly, but he
decides not to argue with such a gift. He'll ask later.

"Oh," he replies eloquently. "Well, if you're sure?"

"M-hm," Jin murmurs, staring at the floor.

They stand in silence for another moment. The absurdity of the situation sinks in. He's
standing in front of his bandmate with his own cum rapidly cooling and drying on his cock,
while said teammate nurses a hard-on that looks like it has no intention of going anywhere.

What a first date.

Namjoon eyes his bag. "I should probably go...change. And then we can go back to the
dorm? Have something to eat. Discuss our relationship properly? If...that's something you're
interested in still."

Jin smiles at Namjoon, the same smile that had made the rapper fall for the man in the first
place. "I'd really, really like that."

Namjoon went to grab a change of clothes. Distantly, he noticed that Yoongi's bag was sitting
hidden under his. Huh, the older rapper must have left his bag behind in his eagerness to get
home. No worries - Namjoon would bring it home tonight for him. As he walked (well,
waddled) Jin cleared his throat. "While you're changing, I'm going to head to another
bathroom. So, I can," he shifted on his feet and vaguely gestured downwards, his eyes firmly
trained on the ceiling. "Y'know, take care of this before we're seen by other people."

Namjoon nods silently. Internally, however, he's screaming. The man he's been in love with
for months now is about to go jerk off over the sight of Namjoon cumming in his pants.

Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool.

His spent cock, the little traitor, makes a valiant twitch at the thought.

Jin pauses at the door, turning to grin at Namjoon. "And then we talk. This is going to be
good. We can - we can be happy, I think."

Namjoon returns the smile with a lovestruck expression.

------

Both boys leave the practice room glowing. They didn't dare hold hands, but as a total
coincidence, their hands kept brushing up against the other's as they walked. They exchanged
shy smiles and tried (and failed) to pretend like the world hadn't shifted on its axis for the
better.

So wrapped up in each other as they were, they both failed to notice Min Yoongi standing
beside the door to the practice room. That he had been standing there since the very
beginning of their life-changing conversation, having doubled back to collect this bag.

His face was red, his eyes were wide, and two emotions battled for supremacy - jealousy and
arousal.

None of the three men could have imagined that this very moment was a catalyst for change
inside BTS, that all seven men would soon be involved.

That one day soon, all seven men would have intimate stakes in this brand-new relationship.

That Min Yoongi had absolutely no reason to be jealous at all.

First Date
Chapter Summary

Jin finds himself falling for Namjoon faster than he could have ever expected. Yoongi
is... really going through it.

Chapter Notes

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My eternal love and adoration to https://twitter.com/knauzzell for helping me realise that

the one mammoth chapter I had written needed to be split into two for pacing, and
helping me reformat, rearrange, and add scenes to make 1 chapter into 2 chapters.

You should also show your love to them, because this now means that the third chapter
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Yoongi stood still for a long while after Jin and Namjoon had disappeared down the dark
hallway. His mind was a jumbled mess, having trouble absorbing what he'd just accidentally
overheard.

It's only accidental if you leave straight away, the sensible side of his brain reminded him.
You stayed and listened like an eavesdropping pervert.

Shut the fuck up, responded the slightly less sensible side of his brain.

He decided that the first course of action would be to stop loitering in the hallway like a
weirdo. He'd make a tactical retreat to his studio and pretend like he'd gone straight there
after doubling back. No one else would bother to verify that. No one would ever have to
know where he'd been.

He shuffled quickly to the safety and comfort of his studio, taking in the familiar
surroundings and slamming the door behind him with slightly more force than necessary.

So, he had an alibi for his whereabouts, which solved one problem.

This did not assist him in the slightest with his emotions, which were the other major
problem he had right now.
Yoongi did not consider himself a particularly jealous man. He'd had one or two casual flings
in the past that ended when the man or woman he was seeing expressed an interest in another
person. He'd wished them well in their new pursuit and moved on amicably. There was no
point in wasting emotions over someone who didn't want to be with him.

But this... this felt different. Gut-wrenchingly different. With a little jolt of humiliation, he
realised that he'd thought - hoped - that perhaps either Kim Namjoon or Kim Seokjin had
feelings for him. And because of that, he'd allowed himself to nurse childish little crushes on
the both of them.

Well, and on Hoseok, but who could be blamed for that after seeing that fucking man dance.

He'd started taking liberties with them and requesting physical affection from them in a way
that just wasn't normal for him - nudging a hand quietly and expecting it to be held, falling
asleep on their shoulders.

They'd just interpreted it as Yoongi feeling more comfortable with them as friends, which
was also true to an extent. He'd also become more affectionate with Tae, Jimin and Jungkook,
albeit in a slightly different way.

But to him, those moments of physical affection had meant something. He'd let them worm
into his heart, let his guard down, started craving their touches in occasionally less-than-
platonic ways.

His delusions had come crashing down with one rushed "Jin-hyung I'm in love with you".

Well, and some more after that, but he pushed those thoughts away with a blush.

If he was sensible, he'd consider this a good thing. Two of his dearest friends had found love
with each other, he could be unselfish enough to celebrate that. And now he could rid himself
of his ridiculous three-way crush. Maybe now was even the time to start pursuing just Hobi
seriously! Surely the man couldn't be all straight, right?

Desperate to get the feelings to stop, Yoongi resolutely pinched his thigh and hissed out a
bitter, “Ow” as if to reprimand himself.

He was not some love-struck teenager, smitten by the idea of love itself. He was a grown
adult who could control his own feelings. Would control his own feelings.

He’d be happy for Jin and Namjoon, and then he’d move the fuck on, and everything would
be fine.

Everything would be fine.

--

Namjoon didn't think he'd ever been this happy. He and Jin had given up on trying not to hold
hands as they'd neared the safety and privacy of their dorm, and Jin's warm fingers laced
through his made him feel like he could take on the world without breaking a sweat.
As Jin grabbed the key for the front door, they separated again, in case any of the other
members were still awake. Namjoon felt the absence of the older man acutely, and considered
briefly that perhaps he was growing far too attached, far too quickly if something as simple
as "not holding hands for 5 whole seconds" made him want to cry.

But then Jin rapidly scanned the open-plan dorm, took note of the closed bedroom doors
which indicated everyone else had already turned in for the night, turned to Namjoon with a
wide grin, and quickly slid their hands back together.

"Much better," Jin muttered, sounding relieved. "Who knew holding hands could be like
crack?" he pondered with a goofy grin.

Namjoon grinned in return automatically, wanting to laugh at the knowledge that it wasn't
just him.

He'd heard of the idea of a "honeymoon" phase before, but leave it to him and Jin to take it to
ridiculous extremes.

Regardless, they had to separate again anyway as they entered the kitchen. Namjoon hesitated
at the kitchen door as Jin swept in and turned the lights on, bathing the small room in a warm
light.

"Did you want some hot chocolate, hyung?" Namjoon offered, thinking the comforting drink
might help soothe his nerves.

"Oooh, yes!" Jin responded excitedly, before stopping. "But… I'll make it, huh?"

Namjoon grinned sheepishly and agreed, sitting at the kitchen table to wait.

Finally, with a warm drink in hand and Jin sitting by his side, outer thighs pressed up against
each other as if to reassure themselves the other wasn't going anywhere, it was time to talk.

For all of Namjoon's bravado earlier that night in summoning up the bravery (or perhaps
stupidity) to confess his feelings, he felt very small and very tongue-tied now.

Luckily, Jin seemed to have no such qualms. He seemed eager, giddy even.

"So are we boyfriends?" Jin said, almost causing Namjoon to spit out his drink at the
abruptness of it.

"Starting off with the big one, then?" Namjoon muttered, carefully placing his mug down, to
be safely consumed after they were done with the dangerous topics. Jin grinned at him,
unrepentant. "Boyfriends. Hm."

The more Namjoon considered the word, the more he desperately, urgently, wanted it to be
theirs. "Would you want to be my boyfriend, hyung?"

Jin hummed and took a long sip of his hot chocolate. "If it means I get to see your face as you
cum again? I'd let you call me whatever you want."
Turns out, Namjoon didn't need to be drinking something to choke. "Hyung!" he hissed,
mindful of his sleeping band-mates in their rooms barely a few metres away.

Jin giggled under his breath for a few moments before suddenly looking serious. "Ah, Joon-
ah, I'm sorry, that's inappropriate right now. I just wanted to tease. I'd absolutely love to be
your boyfriend - we can hold hands and go on dates!"

Namjoon felt like floating. With a hint of mischief, he also felt like teasing back. "Sounds
great. Then, after a few wholesome dates we can get back to frottage, huh?"

Jin laughed in delight. "Yes exactly. The perfect relationship."

"You know, for a man who thought he was totally straight up until a few hours ago, you're
taking all of this remarkably well," Namjoon observed, stopping for a moment to admire how
beautiful the older man looked in the dim lights of their kitchen. Would Jin ever stop taking
his breath away in the most mundane scenarios?

Jin shrugged. "What's the use of stressing? I thought I was straight. I was wrong. And I
definitely, definitely want to do what we did in the practice room again," he said casually,
making Namjoon flush with the knowledge that Jin wanted him as much as Namjoon wanted
Jin. "I already enjoyed spending time with you platonically. Like, a lot. You're one of my
favourite people, Joonie. One of six, actually. It's not such a crazy leap for me to consider our
walks down to the river as dates. Other than holding hands and calling you my boyfriend, it
probably won't feel all that different."

Namjoon thought back to the times they spent together as friends. He could see what Jin
meant - viewed through a romantic lens, their outings could already have been construed as
dates. Not just him and Jin, either. All of BTS had a habit of going off on adventures in pairs
or threesomes or more. No wonder Dispatch was getting frustrated with their group.

Namjoon forcefully shoved the selfish desire to take all of the group on a date to the river.
Not a friendly group outing. A date. How could he have these thoughts with Jin sitting right
in front of him, happily agreeing to be his boyfriend? Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

Back to the topic at hand - Jin's blasé acceptance of his newfound sexuality was just so… Jin.
Once upon a time, Namjoon found Jin's easy-going nature to be frustrating. Now, he admired
it more than he could express through words.

"I kind of want to kiss you again," Namjoon confessed. Jin took a furtive glance back
towards the closed bedroom doors, then leant forward to place a soft, chaste kiss on
Namjoon's lips.

"No more for now," Jin whispered against Namjoon's cheek, his face still hovering close to
the rapper's own. "Otherwise we'll get carried away again before we've had a chance to set
boundaries."

Ah yes. Boundaries. Namjoon thought he'd rather be forced to sit down and endure the sex
talk with his parents again. That would probably be less awkward.
"Namjoon, you're a virgin."

"Virginity is just a social construct, hyung."

"Namjoon."

"Alright, alright, fine." Namjoon grouched, pushing his body back until he was nearly
slumping in his chair, the picture of petulance. "Don't change the way you treat me because
of that, please. I want a romantic and sexual relationship with you... if that's what you want
also?"

Which was an unnecessary question - Jin had already displayed his enthusiasm for the
more… physical parts of being a couple.

"Of course," Jin's eyes wandered around the room aimlessly, clearly deep in thought. "But
let's take it slow, alright? You said you wanted your first time to be with someone special,
yeah?"

Namjoon flushed at the reminder, but refused to be ashamed of his conviction. "Yeah,
exactly. And you are special to me, hyung."

"Oh." Jin seemed almost teary-eyed at this confession. "Oh, Namjoon."

They stared at each other again for a while. There was no awkwardness this time. This was…
different. This felt like a scene from a love story where two soulmates locked eyes for the
first time. Namjoon would never, ever admit to those mushy, cliche thoughts out loud,
though.

Jin cleared his throat and the spell broke. "I'd very much like to take it slow. Go on a few
dates. Get to know each other as boyfriends, instead of just friends. I may have had sex
before, but never with man, so this will be new for me as well."

Namjoon blinked. He hadn't even considered that Jin would also be nervous. He was struck
by guilt, and resolved to work harder to consider his partner's feelings more. That was what
being a boyfriend was all about, right?

"Of course, hyung. Whatever makes you comfortable. If you weren't even interested in that
stuff, I'd still want to be your boyfriend." It was the truth. Namjoon had made do with his
hands all these years. If he just got to kiss Jin occasionally, he thought he could be happy.

"Well, that's a moot point," Jin chuckled. "We both know I'm interested. We both know you're
interested," he teased. "But… it's an indication of your character that you thought to bring it
up. I admire you, Namjoon. I may not love you romantically right now, but… god, do I
admire you."

Well, what else could Namjoon feel but joy at an honest statement like that? He'd work hard
to make Jin fall in love with him, he had all the time in the world for that.

"Plus," Jin winked, clearly unable to stop himself from teasing a bit more. "There's more to a
relationship than just hand-holding or just jumping straight to penetrative sex. I'm sure after
a few chaste dates we can find a couple of… other… methods of entertaining ourselves."

Namjoon's mind was immediately filled with images of himself and Jin engaged in those
other methods. He rapidly changed the subject, lest the idea of getting on his knees for his
boyfriend, or secretly jerking Jin off while surrounded by the other members become too
tempting to fight... Or not so secretly jerking Jin off while surrounded by the other members.
That, also, would be enjoyable for Namjoon. And this is where Namjoon had to shut his
thoughts off from those pesky "in love with everyone" urges.

"What are we going to tell everyone?" Namjoon asked, cheeks still rosy from his previous
irrational train of thought.

For the second time, Jin glanced back at the doors that were hiding the rest of their team. This
time, his eyes were sad.

"I think… it would be better not to say anything to anyone," Jin admitted quietly, staring
down at his now-empty mug and refusing to meet Namjoon's eyes.

"Oh, I see," Namjoon said, his mind suddenly empty and stomach churning at the idea that
Jin might be ashamed of this.

Jin, sensing Namjoon's internal struggle, clutched at the rapper's hands almost forcefully,
seemingly willing the younger man to understand his intentions through the power of skin-
contact alone.

"I'm not ashamed, Joonie. Not in the slightest," Jin insisted, and Namjoon believed him. Jin's
face was so open and honest that Namjoon had no choice but to believe him. "If we could, I'd
wake the others up now and proudly announce I was your boyfriend. What a wake up call
that would be for them." It was a weak joke, but Namjoon smiled anyway.

Jin continued. "The more people we tell, the higher chance of it accidentally getting out. I
trust them all implicitly, but accidents happen. And as much as I want the boys to know; no
matter how proud and definitely not ashamed I am, this, us-" he gestured to the both of them,
and Namjoon's stomach fluttered at the thought that there was an 'us'- "would be career
suicide if it ever became public."

Jin was making complete sense. Still, Namjoon was sad at the thought of not being able to
tell anyone about the best thing that had happened to him since the day BTS were officially
formed. "You're right," Namjoon conceded. "But it sucks."

"Agreed," Jin laughed, then yawned. "Bed time?"

Namjoon stretched, rapidly realising just how bone tired he was. Today had been massive in
more ways than one.

"Jin-hyung?" Namjoon said, clutching at Jin's arm just as the older man was lifting himself
from his chair. "Would you like to go on a date with me? To the arcade? This weekend,
maybe."
Jin's eyes lit up and he smiled at Namjoon like he'd just been offered a date to the world's
most expensive restaurant.

"You couldn't keep me away."

---

Namjoon finished his drink while Jin claimed the first shower. Some time later, Namjoon left
the kitchen and walked past Jin and Yoongi's open bedroom door to wish his boyfriend -
boyfriend! - goodnight. He noticed Jin was alone in his room, sitting at the desk and rubbing
moisturizer onto his arms for the last part of his bed time routine.

"Yoongi isn't here?" Namjoon asked, poking his head past the doorframe and leaning
Yoongi's bag against the wall just beside the door. "Tell him I left this here for him? Or
maybe I'll text him."

Jin hummed, clearly used to Yoongi not being around at odd hours. Twisting the cap back
onto his moisturizer, he stood and strode towards Namjoon with a playful expression. He
placed his smooth hands on Namjoon's cheeks and leant in for a heated kiss. Like a Pavlovian
response, Namjoon started blushing and his lower stomach tightened.

"Goodnight, Joonie. I'm really looking forward to our date," he said quietly, still
overwhelmingly close. "Oh! And, before I forget," he moved past Namjoon's cheek and
placed his lips near the rapper's ear so he could whisper, his warm breath sending shivers
down Namjoon's spine. "Think of me tonight when you get in the shower, alright? I thought
of you while I showered."

"Goodnight, hyung!" Namjoon choked, approximately the same shade as a fire-truck. He

backed out of the room hastily, the sound of Jin's mischievous laughter trailing behind him.

--

Namjoon laid in bed with a goofy smile on his face, the sound of Jungkook snoring basically
a comforting lullaby after so long together.

He had thought of Jin in the shower, but he'd never give the older man the satisfaction of
admitting it.

Just before his eyes drifted shut, he jolted awake at the memory that one person was missing
from the dorms. He sleepily grabbed his phone and pulled up the message app, easily finding
the oft-used contact "AgustD"

Me: hey hyung, everything ok?

Not 20 seconds later, he got a response.

AgustD: yeah all good. Just decided to hang back and get some more studio time in.

This did not shock or surprise Namjoon in the slightest, but he couldn't help but worry about
his hyung's health.
Me: I figured! Don't overwork yourself, though - you need sleep just as much as the rest of
us! I'll come to your studio with pillows and blankets and tuck you in myself if I have to!!
That's a threat lol!!!! (Oh btw I brought your bag home, i think you left it in the practice
room)

Again, the response came quickly.

AgustD: lol you're cute

Namjoon tried not to read too much into Yoongi's fond, but clearly platonic, response.

AgustD: thanks kid

AgustD: I'll be home soon, get some sleep

Namjoon was fast asleep before he even saw Yoongi's last message.

On the other end of the phone, a red faced Yoongi was staring at his screen with something
approaching adoration painting his features.

The man threatens to come and tuck me in and I'm expected to NOT fall in love with him?
This is such bullshit.

Abruptly, the adoration was replaced by a pained expression. He's not mine to be in love with.
Move on idiot.

Yoongi sadly shut down his studio workspace and started his trip back to the dorm with little
enthusiasm. Not even the promise of sleep seemed all that tempting to him, now.

--

Jin was surprised to discover that, after Joonie’s unexpected but not unwelcome confession,
he was genuinely happier. Maybe it was the fun and exhilaration of being in a secret
relationship, or maybe it was the emotional attachment and closeness he’d long been craving
that he now had with Joon, or maybe a combination of both of those things plus some, but Jin
felt radiant.

Their date had started off awkward. They’d stuttered and blushed their way to the front door,
rapidly realising that subterfuge wasn’t really either of their strong points.

“Where are you two off to?” Hoseok queried casually from his position at the kitchen table,
nursing a coffee, eyes not deviating from his phone.

Jin decided right then and there that hiding in plain sight was the best method here. “We’re
off on a cute date, of course!” he’d announced dramatically. As expected, Hoseok took it as a
joke and didn’t react at all beyond humming in acknowledgement and wishing them a good
day.

None of them noticed Yoongi, who’d just left his room, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He’d stiffened at Jin’s words, and his face had dropped, fleeing back to his room.
No, not fleeing. A tactical retreat.

Jin only just managed to catch a glimpse of Yoongi's retreating back, and he frowned at the
odd behavior. Before he could think more on it, he was tugged out the door by an enthusiastic
Namjoon.

Once Namjoon and Jin realised that if they just treated the date like a normal outing, the
awkwardness melted away until they were just two best friends, hanging out and goofing
around.

Unlike best friends, they also occasionally exchanged heated glances. Every now and then,
their fingers would brush up against each other as they swapped controllers or handed game
tokens between them. But those feelings were for them only, unspoken, and all the more
powerful for it.

Jin had a revelation, as he watched Namjoon valiantly try to out-shoot the highscore in the
basketball game so he could win Jin a Kirby plushie, that he could so very, very easily fall in
love with the kind, dimpled man.

As they walked home side-by-side, sharing secret smiles, Jin clutched the Kirby plushie to
his chest and decided that the idea of falling in love so very, very quickly with Namjoon
didn’t scare him at all.

A few nights later at dinner, Jin choked with laughter as Jimin pestered Hoseok into letting
him steal prime cuts of meat off the older man’s plate. Hoseok pretended to be affronted but
fondly let the younger man take what he wanted - none of them would ever, ever deny Jimin
food when he asked for it.

“I’m going to waste away to nothing,” Hoseok bemoaned, throwing his arms out wide as if
beseeching the heavens themselves. “Why was I cursed with such horrid dongsaengs.”

Jimin tried to respond, but his mouth was full so that what mostly came out was, “Kr-mh”.
This had Jin laughing harder.

Namjoon turned to Taehyung with a sardonic expression. “Tae, you’re our resident Jimin
expert, can you translate?”

“He said ‘Karma’,” Tae announced with a straight face, but they could all tell from his bright
eyes that he was holding back laughter. Ever the actor, their Taehyungie. “Hobi-hyung you
must have done something awful in a past life. How do you feel about kicking dogs? Does it
bring back any memories?”

Hobi let out a theatrical sob and shoved lettuce into his mouth in lieu of an actual response,
Jungkook patting his back in fake sympathy, and Jin thought this was the happiest he’d ever
been, surrounded by loved ones and laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

He amended that statement when, moments later, Namjoon’s hand subtly nudged his own
underneath the kitchen table, asking to be held.
Now he was the happiest he’d ever been.

For a moment, he thought maybe Yoongi had noticed their illicit hand-holding activity and
nearly panicked. But the elder rapper simply glanced away, looking unbearably sad about
something, and Jin resolved to speak to him later and see if he could offer support.

“Sorry, I’m actually not all that hungry,” Yoongi said suddenly, standing up from the table
with uncharacteristic abruptness. “I think I just really want to get a nap in, thanks for the food
though.”

Six pairs of eyes watched him go with concern etched on their faces.

Was that all it was? Jin wondered. Has he just been tired? Should I check up on him?

Before he could think too deeply about it, Namjoon playfully tugged at their hands, still
hidden beneath the table. “You know what hyung gets like if we interrupt a nap, Jin-hyung,”
he said lightly, obviously not overly concerned by Yoongi’s behaviour, as he hadn’t noticed
Yoongi acting oddly beyond this one moment.

Hoseok had watched Yoongi walk to his room with unreadable eyes, and at Namjoon’s
words, turned to face the (secret) couple. “I’ll talk to him when he wakes up, see if
everything is alright,” he promised, and Jin felt reassured almost immediately. Hoseok had a
way of making everything just seem… better.

“He’s probably just stressed about the comeback,” Jungkook theorised with a mouthful of
meat.

“You’re going to choke on your food,” Jin chastised lightly, watching the maknae fondly. His
concern for Yoongi wasn’t forgotten by any means, but it was easy to get distracted.

“I’m too powerful for that,” Jungkook boasted, pretending to flex. Jimin and Taehyung
immediately groaned and rolled their eyes at the youngest’s words.

“Really? Too powerful to choke?” Jimin complained. "That’s your superpower?”

“I’m in high demand with the Avengers,” Jungkook nodded, faux-seriousness painted on his
features.

“Yeah,” Taehyung muttered under his breath. “As the team dick sucker.”

“Taehyung!”

“Nooooo! Jin-hyung did you hear what he just said! Punish him! Punish him!”

“Not at the dinner table, Taehyung!”

“Oh, so I can make blowjob jokes when I’m not at the dinner table?”

“TAEHYUNG!”
--

The noises of his team laughing and teasing each other easily made its way to Yoongi, where
he had slumped to the ground behind his closed bedroom door, head in hand.

They were having so much fun, and it would be so easy for him to go out and join them
again. They’d embrace him into the flow of conversation immediately - they always did. It
was one of the things he loved about their group. They genuinely liked each other.

But that, in Yoongi’s case, was also becoming the problem.

The more he tried to pretend he wasn’t interested in Jin and Namjoon, the more he found
himself watching them. They were like the sun, and he was Earth, caught in their orbit. Or
maybe more like Pluto, so distant and cold and meaningless to the Sun that he may as well
not exist.

For all that the couple were being remarkably subtle, the signs of love and affection were so
obvious to someone who knew what they were looking for.

He’d catch them sharing love-struck glances across the practice room, and felt like begging
them to turn their gaze on him. He’d see them emerge from an empty room with hair just
slightly out of place from how it was before they entered it, cheeks just ever so slightly
flushed, and his mind filled in the blanks on what he’d been missing out on. What he wasn’t
invited to. What he’d never be invited to.

Unbeknownst to Jin, Yoongi had, of course, noticed the little romantic gesture between Jin
and Namjoon under the dinner table. Not because they were being obvious, but because the
more Yoongi tried to move on and forget about his feelings for them, the more he seemed
hyper-aware of their every action.

Hoseok had been a small comfort to him - the man would never turn down a hug, especially
not when it was Yoongi asking for one. But Yoongi also could never broach his feelings with
the man. He’d already all but lost Jin and Namjoon. If he tried to confess his feelings, only to
be let down by a gentle (and it would be gentle, bless Hobi’s heart) “Ah, hyung, I’m sorry, I
don’t feel that way about men,” then Yoongi would be lost. All 3 of them would have slipped
through his fingers. He’d take friendship over nothing, any day.

So why, resolved as he was to accept the status quo and move on, did it feel as if he was
sinking deeper into his feelings?

Why did he balk at the idea of moving on?

Why was he daydreaming of a scenario where he'd run into the practice room moments after
Namjoon's panicked exclamation of love and announced, "Me too! I love you both!" instead
of silently letting the chance go by.

Why was his heart and mind filled to the brim with the sounds of Jin's desperate gasps and
Namjoon's overwhelmed moans as he lost himself accidentally to pleasure, that same fateful
day in the practice room.
Why was he spending hours happily imagining an alternative universe, one where they
walked home together, in search of another loved one with a heart shaped smile and the
kindest eyes Yoongi had ever seen?

Alone and miserable, Yoongi knew he was in too deep.

There was no simple "crush" for him to get over. There was no moving on. He was in love
with all three of them, and there was no pretending he wasn't.

Chapter End Notes

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