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Jungkook took his job very seriously.
There was no reason not to. He was good at it — excellent, really. He had graduated two years early from the academy, and with the top marks. Written exam, cake. Physical exam, a joke. Except Jungkook didn’t really joke. It just hadn’t been… difficult. At all.
So when his boss approached him to ask if he was up for a challenge for his next assignment, Jungkook had been eager to actually have one.
“Kim Taehyung,” Minseok said, pushing a rather alarmingly thick file across the desk towards Jungkook. “As in the heir to K&P Industries. Heard of it?”
“Of course,” Jungkook said, flicking open the folder and looking down at the beaming, familiar face of Kim Taehyung. “He needs a bodyguard? And you want me to do it?”
“Yes,” Minseok said. He was quiet, and Jungkook tore his eyes from Taehyung’s photo to look at his boss.
Jungkook tapped on the thick pile of papers. “What’s the problem?”
Minseok grimaced. “He’s a handful.”
The rundown was as such: Kim Taehyung was one of the richest young men in the country, thanks to his father. He was a partier, a disaster, and extravagant in everything he did. He had no care for authority, a total disregard for rules, a true devil may care attitude, as Minseok put it, rifling through the papers in front of Jungkook and pointing out a few things.
“Nearly got arrested a couple years ago for indecent exposure,” Minseok sighed. “Him and whoever he had his dick in. Got banned from various other places for leaving them in disarray – clubs, a boat his family rented. He also,” Minseok added, nudging a police incident report towards Jungkook, “got robbed at gun point a year ago.”
Jungkook looked down at the report, skimming as Minseok said, “they took a fortune’s worth from him — all things that could be replaced, at least, but also all items he had on his person. He got a little roughed up during, stayed out of the spotlight for a little while after and his parents thought that would be it — but then, barely three months after that —“ Minseok pushed the report aside, tapping on the tabloid photo of Taehyung hanging over the railing of a hotel room, waving a wad of cash at the photographer and sticking out his tongue, “—back to normal.”
Jungkook had seen enough. He looked up from the tabloid. “He needs someone to protect him, then.”
Minseok’s smile was wry. “Most people balk more, at dealing with a client like him.”
Jungkook wasn’t impressed — or deterred, for that matter.
“That’s what we’re supposed to do,” Jungkook said, sifting through the papers. “It’s what we train to do. And, I bet everyone else just didn’t know what they were doing.”
Minseok grinned at him. “You’re sure of yourself. You know since his parents came to us a year ago, we’ve gone through three different bodyguards already.”
“Not me, though,” Jungkook said, pursing his lips.
Minseok folded his hands together in front of his mouth. “You know we’re not only valued for providing safety, but discretion. Anything you see, hear—you didn’t. You’ll have to sign a waiver. NDA. The works.”
“I know,” Jungkook said calmly. “And I’m sure with him, and the size of this file, it’ll be a lot.” He shrugged, offering Minseok a smile. “It’s fine.”
Minseok hummed. “Take home the file, look it over for a couple days before you decide.”
“Don’t need to,” Jungkook said, sifting through the last of it. He shifted aside a couple papers, pointing at a photograph of Taehyung with his face buried in the neck of a slighter guy, who was grimacing right at the camera. “Who’s this?”
Minseok barely glanced at it. “His most recent fling. I wouldn’t focus too much on it. They come and go.”
Jungkook pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything, taking note that there were a few more photos of Taehyung and the same guy at the end. Something about them stuck in his mind.
Jungkook closed the file and sat back in his chair. “I don’t need to take it home. I’ll do it.”
Minseok’s lip quirked. “All right, then. I’ll have to get you some paperwork, like I said. Couple introductions, but his parents just want someone there, don’t really care if they stay or not.”
“I’m staying,” Jungkook said.
“Mm, right,” Minseok said, swinging around to type something in on his computer. “Listen, I know you know, but after Seungchol, can’t be too sure.” He stopped typing and turned to look Jungkook in the eye. “Don’t sleep with him. Don’t get feelings.”
Jungkook had to chuckle, just a little. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, and he definitely wasn’t looking for sex. “That’s not gonna be a problem.”
Minseok turned back to his computer. “All right, then. When can you start?”
-
Taehyung, Jungkook realized within minutes of meeting him, was special.
He didn’t mean it in any deep way. Nothing romantic, nothing secretly starting to harbor, but it was undeniable, and Jungkook thought that anyone who came across Taehyung and looked just a little bit past the designer clothes, exuberant actions, and expensive jewelry, that there was something more going on. It was clear, in the way his eyes glittered when his parents introduced him to Jungkook, the unapologetic volume of his laugh when he knocked Jungkook’s hand out of the way and tugged him into a hug.
Most telling, though, was the way he looked at Min Yoongi.
Yoongi showed up at the Kim family home’s front door about ninety minutes into Jungkook’s arrival, and the moment Taehyung opened the door to him, with Jungkook trailing about twenty feet back, watching carefully, Jungkook recognized him immediately as the guy from the photos at the end of Taehyung’s file.
And he realized within seconds of seeing them together that a fling was not the right word.
Taehyung’s entire face lit up when he looked out at Yoongi standing on the steps outside, and Jungkook realized all his bright eyes and light laughter from earlier hadn’t been anything. That had been nothing, when compared to the smile that stretched Taehyung’s lip as he curled his fingers around Yoongi’s wrist and tugged him inside.
“Hi, hyung,” Taehyung breathed, sliding his fingers across Yoongi’s cheeks and then angling his face carefully so he could kiss him deep and slow. When he pulled back, Yoongi’s cheeks were pink, but he was smiling softly right back at Taehyung.
Then, they both turned to look at Jungkook.
Jungkook bowed low. He felt a pleasant sort of warmth roll in his belly, and told himself to simmer, they weren’t showing off on purpose.
“Yoongi, this is Jungkook, my new bodyguard,” Taehyung said, tapping on Jungkook’s shoulder and urging him to straighten. “Jungkook, this is Yoongi-hyung. Isn’t he cute?”
Jungkook looked up, saw Yoongi roll his eyes. Taehyung grinned.
“Good to meet you, sir,” Jungkook said.
Yoongi’s eyes widened a little. “Shit, it’s just—just Yoongi.” He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Jungkook. “You look kind of young. Are you really his bodyguard?”
“Hyung, he could murder you with his pinkie,” Taehyung said, jostling Yoongi and winking at Jungkook. Yoongi tsked and ruffled Taehyung’s hair, which actually brought color to Taehyung’s cheeks, swelling even more as his grin widened.
It was incredible. His entire face was alight, in a way it hadn’t been before Yoongi arrived. Jungkook felt like an idiot for not noticing before.
Of course, Jungkook quickly realized, with Taehyung and Yoongi, it was near impossible not to notice.
And they had been showing off, as it were.
-
Working guard detail for an elite, private company made their clientele rather interesting. As Minseok had mentioned, they saw a lot of things that they were meant to turn a blind eye to, all while keeping aware of everything around them. Some situations were more questionable than others, but overhearing or even seeing a client have sex was very low on the list of what was shocking.
Jungkook wasn’t interested in sex, when it came to himself, but with other people—especially when those people were loud, exorbitant Kim Taehyung and his quiet, sharp boyfriend Min Yoongi, Jungkook didn’t mind so much.
He liked to watch. He always had, preferred to sit back and let his partner touch themselves or rut themselves on his thigh if they must. As long as he got to look, take in the pretty ways people bit their lips, the whines that broke in their throat when they came close to the edge.
Despite this trait, he’d never had to struggle separating his voyeuristic tendencies from those that were, well, needed for his job.
Not till Taehyung and Yoongi.
He wasn’t sure what it was about them, although he could guess – maybe it was the way Taehyung, in the face of all the tabloid gossip and nasty rumors, went about his daily life like no one thought the worse of him. How he was really nothing like Minseok had warned Jungkook he’d be like. Yes, he was rambunctious, did a shit job of picking up after himself, and felt Yoongi up in public more times in three days than even Jungkook could keep count of (all right, he had kept count – the record so far was twenty-one in a day) – but he was good.
Jungkook felt like he had an accurate sense of people, and with Taehyung, when you looked past all of that, at his core – Taehyung was good. And it was the same for Yoongi.
Yoongi took a little longer to warm up to Jungkook, but always offered him a short nod when he entered the room, and as time went on, a wave, or even a low, mumbled “hey, Jungkook-ah.” Yoongi was quieter, stiller than Taehyung. A yin to his yang, Jungkook thought. He scolded Taehyung when he left his dishes in the sink, shook his head at the crazier things Taehyung said (“hyung you want to go to Paris tomorrow?” “Taehyung, you have class”), but Jungkook didn’t miss the smile tugging at Yoongi’s lips when Taehyung tried to get his way with his dazzling grin (usually failing, although not always), didn’t miss the tender way Yoongi ran his thumb over Taehyung’s cheek and looked at Taehyung like he was the light of his life.
It fascinated Jungkook, a love like that. He didn’t want it, didn’t desire it, but he was glad that something like that – like them – had a place in the world.
So the first time he heard them fuck, instead of pretending he didn’t hear, Jungkook –
Jungkook listened.
He listened to how Yoongi, always so soft spoken and quiet, sounded desperate and loud, so fucking loud, for Taehyung. Fuck me he whined, and his voice echoed in the hall where Jungkook was stood, where they knew he stood, waiting for them to come out so he could escort them to a company event. Harder, Tae, fuck meplease.
That’s right Taehyung growled, his voice deep and gruff. Ask me louder, baby, beg for it louder. Let everyone hear what you want.
Jungkook, in the darkness of the hall, heard them clearly, and felt warm.
Felt a dull sense of pleasure when Yoongi obliged, screamed for Taehyung to fuck him right, fuck him good, moaning loud enough that Jungkook was sure not only could Jungkook standing outside hear it, but the rest of the building could, too.
If Yoongi was loud getting fucked, Taehyung was deafening. The first time Jungkook heard a smack and Taehyung’s ensuing cry, he’d knocked sharply on the door before opening it, and got to see, for the first time, what they looked like having sex. Taehyung’s blissed out and almost animalistic expression, Yoongi’s careful, sharp concentration, pale skin all pink and flushed. Taehyung was bent over his bed, one hand curled around one of the posters, Yoongi kneeling behind him, chin shiny with spit. There was a red mark fading on Taehyung’s ass.
Jungkook stopped in the doorway, and stared at them, watched as they turned to look at him, lacking the normal panic of getting caught. Yoongi’s eyes were dark, his face blushing pinker, and Taehyung’s expression shifted into something pleased, almost elated.
“Sorry, Kook,” Taehyung gasped, tossing his hair out of his eyes and grinning at Jungkook like it was nothing, like they weren’t art, right in front of Jungkook. His gut clenched, hot and twisting, and he just wanted to look, see how Taehyung arched his back, how Yoongi used his tongue on him.
Taehyung laughed a little, and Yoongi made a low noise, glancing between Jungkook and Taehyung. His hand smoothed over the red mark on Taehyung’s ass.
“I’m fine,” Taehyung assured after another moment of quiet. He was still grinning, was even pushing his ass back towards Yoongi, like he was encouraging him to continue, with Jungkook right there, and yeah, yeah, if they wanted to do that, he wasn’t opposed, wasn’t opposed at all.
But no one invited him to stay, so Jungkook nodded, kept his expression in check. “Okay. I’ll be just outside.”
“I know,” Taehyung said.
“Sorry,” Yoongi added. His voice was hoarse.
Jungkook looked at him. “Don’t be,” he said, before shutting the door with a quiet snap.
-
A couple months into the job, Jungkook knocked on Taehyung’s door.
“Come in.” Taehyung’s voice sounded soft.
Jungkook entered and understood why when he saw Yoongi was curled up on the mattress beside Taehyung, sleeping. He was still in his clothes from his job at the restaurant, shirt half untucked like he’d fallen asleep midway through undressing.
Taehyung had a movie playing on his iPad, but he set it aside as Jungkook approached and raised his eyebrows, a smile playing at his lips.
“Good evening, sir,” Jungkook said, bowing. “Sorry to disturb you.”
“It’s fine,” Taehyung said, waving impatiently for Jungkook to straighten. “Jungkook, you can call me Taehyung. My parents aren’t here, it’s fine.”
“Taehyung,” Jungkook said. He wasn’t used to it. But he supposed Taehyung was a special case.
“What’s up?” Taehyung asked curiously. Beside him, Yoongi shifted in his sleep, pressing his head against the outside of Taehyung’s thigh. Taehyung’s expression softened when he looked down at him, and he began to run his fingers through Yoongi’s hair.
Jungkook licked his lips, watching the way Taehyung’s fingers moved. “This is pretty irregular of me. Maybe even inappropriate.”
Taehyung looked amused suddenly. “Think we’re past that.”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “I wanted to…”
Taehyung glanced up, raising an eyebrow when Jungkook didn’t continue. “Wanted to…what?”
Jungkook felt a blush rise in his cheeks. He’d always blushed so easy, got teased in class when his neck turned red when all he was doing was answering a question. Jungkook cleared his throat, steeled his resolve and met Taehyung’s eyes, red cheeks and all.
“If it helps you feel more secure to have me in the bedroom at all times, I don’t mind. Sir.”
Taehyung’s hand stilled in Yoongi’s hair. He narrowed his eyes a bit, more thoughtful than suspicious. “What?”
“If you don’t mind,” Jungkook said, and he didn’t think Taehyung did, based off a few things. The confident way he’d push Yoongi up against the wall five feet from Jungkook and kiss him silly, the things he growled at Yoongi when Jungkook was just outside (“want everyone to see you open up for me, want Jungkook to see, want him to see what a good cockslut you are?”)
Jungkook and Taehyung stared at each other for a beat. Jungkook pressed, “I don’t mind. I can hear everything anyway, and I don’t mind. So if you ever wanted me to – to be in the same room…regardless of what you’re doing. I can. I will. If you don’t mind, I don’t mind.”
Taehyung leaned back against his headboard, resuming his petting through Yoongi’s hair. His expression was hard to read, but when he finally spoke, his voice was like melted gold, all molten and hot, although Jungkook – Jungkook knew it wasn’t really directed at him. Taehyung’s other hand had come down on Yoongi’s back and was stroking up and down, slowly, purposefully, like he was reminding Jungkook that Yoongi was his.
And Jungkook didn’t need reminding. He knew, he sure fucking knew, and that was what he loved about them.
“You like to watch, Jungkookie?”
Jungkook felt his blush deepen, but he kept his gaze firm. “It’s my job.”
Taehyung grinned. His fingers tickled over Yoongi’s arm, curved back up around the shoulder and over the broad plane of his back. “It’s your job to watch your boss fuck his boyfriend?”
“If that’s what you like,” Jungkook said in a rush.
Taehyung hummed. His eyes were bright. “Is that what you like?”
Jungkook shrugged a shoulder, but Taehyung’s eyes darkened, and after one more split moment of hesitation, Jungkook answered. “Yes. I like it.”
Taehyung was quiet for a moment, and Jungkook briefly wondered if he was about to get fired, but then Taehyung said in a pleased voice, “okay, Jungkook. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Jungkook took that as a dismissal, and not an outright no, so, not wanting to push it, he bowed again, but right before he turned to leave, Taehyung added, “I’m sure you noticed – we like to be watched.”
Jungkook paused, not sure if he was supposed to say anything or not. He settled on the simplest response he could think of, and with the way Taehyung grinned, he thought it had been the right thing to say.
“I noticed.”
-
Jungkook didn’t know if he’d call what happened after that a slow build, but it was a build of something.
While Taehyung and Yoongi didn’t immediately welcome Jungkook into the bedroom to watch from the sidelines, they were more obvious. They kissed longer and wetter in front of him. They seemed, if possible, louder when they fucked. They didn’t close the door every time. A couple times, they fucked with Jungkook just one room over, nothing but an open doorway separating them. Another time, Jungkook was in the room when Taehyung pulled Yoongi into his lap and jerked him off until he came all over his chest.
The build – slow, rocky, unpredictable, whatever you wanted to call it – was something Jungkook enjoyed. Took advantage of. Learned how to keep his eye on more than one thing, on the way Taehyung whispered my baby’s so pretty down at Yoongi even while he heard the tapping of footsteps outside the room. Alert to everything, missing nothing.
There was not one thing Jungkook wanted to miss, not when it came to anyone with the potential to hurt Taehyung or Yoongi, not when it came to Taehyung and Yoongi together.
-
One of Jungkook’s – well, favorite might not be the right word, but it was close – more memorable moments was the dinner party – more specifically, the limo.
Jungkook drove, because Taehyung preferred him to, and Taehyung’s dad, who owned the damn thing outright, didn’t care either way. They were running a little behind schedule, nothing very new. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind, but Yoongi was fidgeting.
“Your mother is going to kill you,” Yoongi said. The divider between the driver’s side and the rest of the limo was lowered, as usual. Jungkook glanced up and down the roads around him, taking the last wide turn he’d need before they arrived at the Kim’s family mansion.
“I don’t care,” Taehyung sighed. There was some rustling, then a puckering sound, like Taehyung had kissed the top of Yoongi’s head. “Maybe if she takes the stick out of her ass she’ll ease up.”
“Tae,” Yoongi said sharply.
Jungkook pressed his lips together. It had been funny.
“What?” Taehyung laughed. “I myself quite like the feeling of a stick-shaped object up my ass.”
Yoongi sounded properly annoyed now. “Are you comparing my dick to a motherfucking stick?”
Jungkook cleared his throat, swallowing another laugh.
“Baby,” Taehyung cooed, and there was more rustling, the more kissing noises, accompanied by Yoongi’s protesting groans.
“You’re going to wrinkle this shirt, the one you spent four hours ironing, Taehyung—”
“Fine,” Taehyung groaned dramatically as Jungkook pulled the limo up to the steps leading up to the house. There were no other cars arriving, since they were a little late.
Jungkook glanced around the entry, spotted another guard from his agency standing by the front door. He knew there were several of them there tonight.
Jungkook parked the limo and turned to look back at Taehyung and Yoongi. “Few of my co-workers are here. Your mother told me to just wait by the car.”
Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. He looked handsome, hair dark and styled so it hung carefully swept back from his forehead, save for a few strands. His cheeks were glowing silver, lips dewy and shiny with balm, and his shirt was long sleeved and made of silk.
Yoongi was just as so, face pretty and clear, the same silver glow on his cheeks, more subtle than Taehyung’s. His eyelashes were long and dark as he looked down, lips pursed in something akin to frustration as he played with the cufflinks on his wrist.
“After tonight,” Taehyung said with a hum, expression clearing. “We’re getting you off their payroll, Jungkook, and onto mine.”
Jungkook offered him a smile. “I’m fine with that.”
Taehyung grinned. “Right.”
Jungkook turned, exiting quickly to open the door for them before Yoongi could do it himself. Yoongi thanked him softly as they walked past, and Taehyung offered him a grateful smile and wave before they headed off into the house.
“You’ll be here?” Yoongi asked suddenly, pausing midstep and looking back at him.
Jungkook nodded around the back of the house. “There’s a spot there for the cars. I’ll stay with the limo.”
Taehyung hummed, pressing his lips to Yoongi’s temple. “See you soon.”
Jungkook bowed his head at them, but let a smile show on his lips before they turned away.
Jungkook drove the limo past the front of the house, following the long, winding driveway that led around the back where a variety of other cars were parked. He found a spot in the second of the two rows, pulling into the back behind a CCXR Trevita.
Jungkook sat in the driver’s seat for about five minutes before he got restless. It wasn’t like he had trouble sitting in one spot for very long, but he felt enclosed in the car, a little too separate from the party inside, although he knew technically he was off guard duty, nothing was going to happen, and if it did, it would only take him a few minutes to get inside and protect Taehyung and Yoongi.
Jungkook rolled his shoulders back, told himself to relax. He didn’t have to play watchdog tonight. No matter how much he’d like to.
He did step out of the limo, though, thinking at least he’d enjoy the fresh air, took several slow loops around the limo as he looked down at his phone, occasionally glancing up towards the house. It stood about two hundred feet away, maybe less, elevated on a hill of sorts. There was a large balcony on the second level, doors open and light spilling out from the interior onto people milling around outside, drinks in hand.
Exactly fifty-seven minutes after arriving, as Jungkook was leaning against the trunk of the limo, he spotted Yoongi and Taehyung coming around the back, on the same path he’d driven.
“Sir?” Jungkook said, straightening, then bit down on his lip when he saw Taehyung bury his face into Yoongi’s neck, the way his hand gripped his hip and slid down to cup the swell of his ass.
“Fuck, come on,” Yoongi muttered. He sounded breathless, and his cheeks were flushed.
Ah.
Taehyung pulled his head a bit back from Yoongi’s neck, but kept pressing his lips to his jaw, his cheek, sneaking a couple on his mouth and grinning when Yoongi half-heartedly tried to push him off.
“We’re sneaking away,” Taehyung said in a conspiratorial whisper as he and Yoongi got level with Jungkook. He offered Jungkook a quick grin. “Don’t start the car just yet.”
Yoongi’s breath hitched and Jungkook had a feeling his pupils dilated, vision sharpening as Taehyung pulled Yoongi towards the front of the limo and shoved him against the driver’s door.
Jungkook’s fingers curled over the fabric of his pants. He glanced down the driveway, then behind him over the roof of the limo towards the house. No one was looking this way, and with two cars and a hundred and fifty feet between them, it would be hard to see anything.
But Jungkook could see anyone approach, and he could see Taehyung and Yoongi.
“Jungkook is gonna keep watch,” Taehyung whispered against Yoongi’s mouth before sweeping him up in a kiss.
The responding moan Yoongi let loose against Taehyung’s mouth was dangerously loud, but Taehyung’s responding chuckle was rumbling and pleased.
“That’s right,” he said, and Jungkook tongued his cheek, glancing their way to watch as Taehyung grabbed Yoongi around the back of his thighs and wrapped them around his waist, pushing Yoongi against the car door and kissing down his neck. “Nice and loud for me, baby.”
“Tae, let’s just—get in the fucking limo—” Yoongi moaned again when Taehyung did something with his mouth, bit or sucked on his neck, from the look of it, squeezing his legs more tightly and rolling his hips against Taehyung’s.
“Think you like this,” Taehyung growled against Yoongi’s neck, grinding right back into him. “Think you love it.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi whispered, rutting up against Taehyung desperately. “Yeah, fuck, fuck me, just—fuck me—"
Jungkook kept his stance the same, but his eyes were moving constantly, across the expanse of the yard, the driveway, and, more importantly, Taehyung and Yoongi.
Taehyung was pulling at the belt of Yoongi’s dress pants now, kissing him silly and with enough force that Yoongi was bowing back against the door a bit, cursing and moaning around Taehyung’s tongue, into his mouth, letting out a sharp gasp when Taehyung spun him around and shoved him down onto the hood of the car.
“Anyone could see,” Taehyung whispered, but it carried loud to Jungkook, as did Yoongi’s ensuing moan. Taehyung was fumbling in his pocket, taking out a packet of lube and ripping it across the top before squeezing the entirety of it directly down between Yoongi’s cheeks.
“Fuck,” Yoongi groaned.
“Hold yourself open,” Taehyung ordered, smacking one cheek and grinning at the sharp look Yoongi tossed over his shoulder. As Yoongi turned his head back towards the front, his eyes caught Jungkook’s, and he blushed a deep, pretty pink.
Then, he pressed his cheek to the hood and reached back to spread himself for Taehyung.
“So good,” Taehyung whispered, rubbing two fingers up and down his crack before pushing them in with a squelch loud enough for Jungkook to hear. Yoongi choked out a wretched, low moan and Taehyung fucked them out and back into him with a sharp force. “All mine, right?”
“Just you,” Yoongi said, voice breaking when Taehyung picked up a quick, hard rhythm. Yoongi was gasping, fingers scrabbling over the hood, working his hips back onto Taehyung’s fingers. “Youyou, just you, Tae, fuck, fuck me, please—”
It was another to hear it, an entire other thing to see it, the desperate way Yoongi worked his hips, the concentrated pinch between Taehyung’s brows as he looked at Yoongi bent down in front of him, unbuckling his own belt, unfastening his pants and pulling his cock out.
“Stay still,” Taehyung whispered, slicking excess lube over his cock and then gripping Yoongi’s hips tight. “And let me fuck you.” He paused, licking his lips as he teased his cock over Yoongi’s rim. Without looking up, he said, “are you watching, Jungkook?”
Jungkook’s breath punted against his lungs. Taehyung didn’t move, and Yoongi whined.
Jungkook exhaled. “Yes, Taehyung.”
Taehyung grinned, then pushed himself inside Yoongi in one movement.
Yoongi shouted, and Taehyung laughed, bending down to bring a hand over Yoongi’s mouth, pushing two fingers into it and tugging it open. “Yeah, nice and loud baby, want everyone to hear you? Little louder.”
“Nng—” Yoongi moaned. He was clumsy, pants still caught around his upper thighs, but tried desperately to hook one leg around Taehyung’s shin and tug him closer. Jungkook could see him toss his head, suckle a little at Taehyung’s fingers before Taehyung tugged his mouth open again.
“So tight,” Taehyung whispered, and he looked so intense as he looked down at Yoongi, fucking into him with nice hard, sharp thrusts. “Tight and messy, are you gonna come all over the hood of my dad’s limo?”
“Don’t fucking—fuck—” Yoongi groaned, his body sliding up the hood a little when Taehyung snapped his hips forward harder, and Taehyung murmured, taking his hand away from Yoongi’s mouth to secure a grip around his hips again. “Talk about your father—”
“You can call me daddy, if you like,” Taehyung whispered, and then Yoongi, in the middle of that hot and desperate sex, burst out laughing into his forearms. Taehyung was suddenly giggling too, pressing breathless kisses against the back of Yoongi’s head, his neck, whatever parts of his face he could reach.
“Fuck you,” Yoongi breathed, moaning lowly when Taehyung’s expression cleared and he began to pick up a quicker pace, still fucking hard, but faster. “Fuck me, fuck.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung said back, moving one hand to bunch in the back of Yoongi’s shirt and twist it up in his fist, keeping Yoongi’s back in place. “Fuck, baby, fuck—”
“Gonna wrinkle the shirt—”
“Good thing we left.”
“Tae.”
They were incredible, Jungkook thought. He felt hot, and flushed, a pleasant heat in between his legs, but he remained still, watching. And it was incredible.
He felt very lucky, to have had Taehyung’s file pushed in front of him all those months ago.
“Are you gonna come already?” Taehyung was murmuring down at Yoongi. He was tugging Yoongi’s shirt higher up his back, snapping his hips faster, sweat forming at the edges of his hair, flopping into his eyes. “Gonna come so quick around my cock, like the messy slut you are?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi grit out, groaning when Taehyung reached down to hook his hand around the back of Yoongi’s knee and push that leg up onto the hood, surely deepening the angle. Jungkook saw the way Yoongi’s legs strained against his pants, the desperate rut of his hips to spread them further despite that fact.
He was pretty. They were gorgeous.
“Why don’t you show Jungkook,” Taehyung said in a low rumble, and Jungkook’s cheeks burned even as Yoongi whimpered as Taehyung’s hips began to make slapping noises, with how roughly they were smacking against his ass, “how pretty you come for me?”
Yoongi shuddered, Taehyung shoved his hand onto his back, keeping him down even as he lifted his leg a little higher, slamming back into him one, two, three more times before he was cursing and groaning into the back of Yoongi’s neck as he came, and Yoongi was whispering, “I’m coming fuckingcoming,” as he did, too.
Jungkook looked at them for a moment, at how Taehyung was kissing the side of Yoongi’s face, and Yoongi was mumbling something inaudible to Taehyung, who laughed against his skin, and Jungkook felt so incredibly warm.
They were beautiful.
He looked ahead, gave them a moment to themselves, so to speak. Their panting filled the quiet night air, and Jungkook was pleased to realize his breathing came out normal, although his heart was slamming against his rib cage, tingling in his fingertips.
“Fuck,” he heard Yoongi say after a few moments, and he looked over at them to see Taehyung was slowly pushing himself up from where he’d draped himself over Yoongi. His hair and clothes were rumpled, Yoongi’s even more so.
“That was wonderful,” Taehyung said, smiling as he helped Yoongi pull his pants up.
“Your mother really hates me now,” Yoongi mumbled, tilting his head back against Taehyung’s shoulder. “Did you have to make out with me in the middle of dinner?”
“Yes. You looked very hot. I had to.”
Yoongi laughed, turning himself around a little shakily in Taehyung’s arms and cupping Taehyung’s neck between his hands. He smiled when Taehyung leaned down to kiss him.
“Dick’s still out,” Yoongi said helpfully when Taehyung pulled away. He glanced over, catching Jungkook’s eye again, and flushed as Taehyung tucked himself away, unconcerned. “Hey.”
Jungkook bit on the inside of his lip, resisting the urge to wave. He nodded, and Yoongi smiled, almost shyly turning his face into Taehyung’s neck.
Taehyung grinned over Yoongi’s head at Jungkook. “Coast clear?”
Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle. He rubbed the back of his hand across his warm cheek. “Yeah. All clear.”
Taehyung hugged Yoongi tighter to himself. “Always watching, aren’t you?”
Jungkook fought back his smile. “So long as you want me to.”
Yoongi turned his head out of Taehyung’s neck so he could look at him too, and what a lovely picture they were, ruffled and flushed from love and sex.
“That right?” Yoongi said, voice husky. Taehyung rubbed a hand up the small of his back, a content expression settling on his face as he watched Jungkook, waited for him to answer.
“Do you mind it?” Jungkook said, trying to keep his tone polite, not too daring.
Taehyung hummed, and he and Yoongi shifted, looked at each other. Yoongi’s lips quirked and Taehyung’s eyes sparkled. Without looking away from Yoongi, Taehyung said to Jungkook, “I think we can work with it.”
And Jungkook, looking at the pretty flush in their cheeks, the heat and affection so clear between that they were willing to expose—
Jungkook agreed.