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the listing for a personal assistant to a high profile music act is passed down through the grapevine.

jungkook is already in the business, having changed his mind about auditioning at some big company to be a pop star and instead bouncing from venue to venue and building a name for himself within the lifer side of the industry.

ever since landing the role of assistant to the production manager on a big music festival the previous summer, his email has been blowing up with people looking for his wide skillset. so when he gets a text from a friend about this group that’s looking for someone to wait on them hand and foot—the whole gig shrouded in secrecy otherwise—he figures it’ll look good on his resume at the very least.

hyukwon, who sent the listing in the first place, doesn’t text him again for a few weeks, waiting until jungkook’s just about ready to give up hope on getting the position. he’s sent off a laundry list of recommendations from staff and venue owners and talent alike, touched up his resume so it accurately reflects his work ethic and experience, and now that it’s all out of his hands, the anticipation is killing him. then one day, when he’s lazing around his apartment with two of his best friends, seokmin and yugyeom, he gets a text.

[kim hyukwon (4:13 pm)]
bangtan and their team want to meet up with you.

jungkook always thought spit takes were created for comedy sketches and not something that actually happen in real life, but the milkis now splattered all over his legs and yugyeom’s shirt prove the existence of the reaction.

“what the fuck!” yugyeom yells, seokmin getting past his shock quickly in order to laugh at the situation.

“this has to be a mistake,” jungkook mutters, trying to figure out how to respond in a way that doesn’t seem weird, but that still acknowledges that hyukwon wasn’t intending to text him that. yugyeom smacking him upside the head breaks him from his shock, and he surveys the scene, one friend clutching his stomach as he breaks down in hysterics, the other one angrily dabbing at the wet spots now dotting his shirt. “oh shit, sorry gyeommie.”

“care to explain why you just decided i needed a shower?” he asks, his expression softening when he sees jungkook’s confusion.

“i— i’m pretty sure my tour manager friend just sent me a text meant for someone else.”

seokmin scrambles to grab the phone from jungkook’s hand, reading off the text to yugyeom. “it’s gotta be,” he says, chuckling. “bangtan wouldn’t be looking to talk to you.”

yugyeom barks out a laugh while jungkook pouts. “you didn’t have to phrase it like that, seok.” it must register in seokmin’s head because he starts spluttering out apologies, jungkook waving him off good-naturedly. “gimme my phone back, i’ve gotta make sure he sends the text again to the right person.”

the sound of his notification tone plays from the phone in seokmin’s hand, and they all go quiet, staring at it like it’ll explode.

“um. holy shit, you might want to see this, kook.”

jungkook hums in question, pilfering the device back and unlocking it.

[kim hyukwon (4:25 pm)]
they were very impressed with you, jungkook-ah. let me know when you’re free and i’ll help set up a time and date for the meeting.

he chokes on his own spit, reflexively chucking his phone across the room where it collides with the wood paneling of his coffee table. yugyeom gathers it up, looking at the message still displayed on the screen, then passes it to seokmin. “take this. calm him down so he can respond; i’m going to grab a banana milk for him from the fridge.”

“grab two,” seokmin responds, already getting up to assist jungkook in picking himself up off the area rug he landed on when he slid out of the chair upon short circuiting.

—

his friends leave that night after helping him verify he isn’t dreaming and that he can’t just ignore the text in an attempt to have it take care of itself. he sends a response about his availability, and hyukwon tells him to expect a call from bangtan’s manager, sejin, sometime within the week.

sejin contacts him when he’s returning home from getting hot chocolate a few days later, so he scurries the last block to get into the silence of his house to hopefully make the best impression possible.

“hello mr. kim, it’s nice to hear from you,” he gets out, proud of himself for not stumbling over his words.

the man on the other end of the call laughs, the sound warm and jovial. “ah, jungkook-ah, you don’t need to sound so nervous, not when the boys are inevitably going to love you.”

he speaks of these fully grown idols so familiarly that it shocks jungkook, never having experienced anything less than stiffness between artists and their handlers. “of course, sir! i’m excited to be able to gain the experience from this job, as well as help the members of bangtan worry less about the minutiae of day to day life.”

sejin chuckles and it makes jungkook feel happy, like he’s done something right. “are you free tomorrow? everyone would like to meet you, face to face, to make sure you’re a good fit.”

jungkook doesn’t know for sure if he’s free, but he will make sure he is, if it means he gets the job. “i’m available all day, sir.”

“all day? i’m surprised the boys aren’t beating down the door to get a date with you, jungkook-ah. everyone speaks so highly of you, the golden star of the industry, and if the stylists are to be believed, cute on top of that!”

he flushes, not really registering the subtle remark on his sexuality, considering sejin got it correct, right off the bat. “ah, no, sir. i’m sadly very single, but it means i’ll be able to devote more time to this job. and thank you for the compliment, i strive to do my best in everything i do.”

jungkook can hear the smile in sejin’s voice when he speaks again. “the boys are all excited to meet you, so how does noon tomorrow sound?”

“that sounds perfect to me!” jungkook chirps, pulling out a notepad to jot down the location of the company building. as soon as he gets off the phone, he shoots a text to yugyeom, demanding he come over to help him figure out his outfit in exchange for pizza.

—

yugyeom shows up at jungkook’s door that night carrying three very large pizza boxes, and he doesn’t even wait to get inside before he’s roasting jungkook.

“so how are you going to get through the meeting tomorrow without getting on your knees for your celebrity crushes?”

jungkook flushes. “shut up,” he whines, taking one of the boxes from his friend’s grasp and passing him cash to pay for it. “it’s a job, that’s how.”

“you’ve been thirsting after that bangtan dick for years, though. i know you, you’re not strong enough to say no to any of those guys.”

he just groans in response. “have a little faith in me, gyeom.” he places the box on the table, grabbing a slice; he’s chewing when he speaks next. “don’t write me off just yet.”

his best friend snorts, gesturing at where jungkook just shot a chewed up bite of pizza. “you’re not gonna get very far on your dick quest if you behave like that.”

“ugh, i’m not on a ‘dick quest’, i’m on a ‘paycheck quest’.”

“tell that to the ten bangtan posters hanging up in your room.”

he throws his hands up, a loose piece of hamburger from the pizza getting flung onto the counter behind him. “i like the music!”

“how many times have you been dicked down to one of the Cyphers?” yugyeom deadpans and jungkook can’t stop his face from turning red.

“shut up and finish eating, i’ve got three suits to pick from for this meeting and i can’t figure out which one—”

“makes your ass look best?” yugyeom finishes for him, causing jungkook to drop his slice in order to fling himself at his friend, tackling him to the ground to get him in a headlock.

—

the next day jungkook wakes up way too early, brain apparently ready to go way before the rest of him is. he wipes the sleep from his eyes, shuffling into the kitchen to heat up something from the fridge, then sits down to wait for it to be ready.

he’s grateful that he already has everything planned out for today, considering how difficult it was for him to fall asleep, scenarios of the interview going catastrophically wrong running through his head for way too long. he checks his phone, calculates when he has to leave his apartment, then wanders off to pee before his food finishes cooking.

the microwave beeps right as he’s returning to the kitchen, and he smiles, glad that his worrying seems to have been for naught. as he’s shoveling food into his mouth, his phone goes off, a text from yugyeom popping up onscreen.

[yugie (8:13 am)]
i know i clowned the fuck out of you last night but fr, be careful. if they turn out to be asswipes dont let them hurt you

it buzzes again.

[yugie (8:13 am)]
ill fite them if they break your heart koo, and neither of us have the money to bail me out of prison, so dont give them your love if they wont return it

he gets back an “ily2” right as he’s throwing out his trash, and it makes him smile. he debates keeping the conversation going, but he doesn’t want to get too distracted when he’s supposed to be getting ready, so he leaves the phone on the table while he goes to shower, stripping on his way to the bathroom and contorting his body to itch along his spine.

he goes about his routine, thoughts about what he’s getting into swirling around his head. the time to leave comes much quicker than he’s expecting, so he finishes styling his hair and grabs his wallet and phone, rushing to the bus stop. jungkook relaxes into his seat near the back, looking up photos of bangtan to try to numb himself to their unfathomable hotness, hoping to avoid making a fool of himself.

—

jungkook’s shocked when he walks into the hybe building, expecting to have to search for the location of the meeting, but standing at the reception desk are both sejin and the company’s ceo, bang sihyuk.

“jungkook-ah!” sejin calls, and jungkook’s just glad he had the foresight to look up what these men looked like, otherwise he’d feel even less prepared for this moment.

“mr. kim, hello!” he says when he gets closer, hoping he isn’t visibly shaking when he bows.

he thinks that the words that the ceo says, clearly not meant to be heard by anyone other than sejin, are something about how pretty jungkook is. it makes him blush and once he’s completely upright again, he turns to greet the man as well. “hello, sir, it’s nice to meet you. your company is so widely respected, it’s an honor to even be here.”

sihyuk laughs and it startles jungkook, how open and welcoming the man is. “ah, well, i’m sure sejin here has mentioned it already, but the boys are all excited to meet you.”

jungkook is stunned, assuming that he’d be just another cog in the machine, so to hear that his favorite band—yugyeom and seokmin don’t have to know that they’re right, he’s allowed to be honest in his own head—are waiting for him? he has to remind himself that this isn’t the start to one of those posts he sees online where the reader is the main character in some dream scenario; this is just a job, a way to pay the bills. not his own personal cinderella story.

he realizes that he’s been lost in his head, but neither of the men in front of him seem concerned, so it must’ve only been a few seconds. “i’m excited to meet them as well! you can’t really do anything or go anywhere without encountering bangtan in some capacity; it’ll be interesting to find out what they’re like in reality and not just as a billboard.”

sihyuk bursts into laughter. “oh, jungkook-ah, you’re incredibly charming. i see why you were recommended outside of your,”—he looks up at sejin with a smirk that jungkook doesn’t fully understand the reasoning behind, but refuses to question—“well rounded resume.”

“thank you, sir,” he responds, trying his hardest to not let his nerves show.

“sir?” a soft voice chimes in. they all turn to where the receptionist is holding out a paper and pen. “the nda.”

“ah, i almost forgot,” sihyuk says, collecting the items and guiding the three of them to a small table near what looks to be a cafe. “if you’re interested in the job, you’ll need to sign a non-disclosure agreement.”

he must see the hesitation that seizes jungkook, for he pats the younger on the shoulder. “there’s nothing shady, the boys can just be unpredictable sometimes and we want to make sure that if they let slip something about, say, an unreleased album, you can’t leak the information.”

jungkook relaxes a little, agreeing to the logic of it all. he takes them, refusing to feel the pressure of the waiting men as he reads the document before signing. after confirming as best as he can that nothing seems unusual, he brings the pen to the paper.

there’s a moment of silence, then, before sejin pipes up. “we should head to the conference room, everyone else should be there by now.” he walks back to the reception desk, requesting a guest pass for jungkook. once the lanyard is around his neck, the two men guide him to an elevator, chatting amicably about the weather and the state of the music industry. jungkook is surprised they want his opinions, but he isn’t going to shy away from the conversation, instead talking about the decline in ticket sales for groups who refuse to move with the trends, trying to slip in that groups like bangtan tend to have the exact opposite situation.

he doesn’t even realize how comfortable he’s become around these two incredibly intimidating men, but when they walk into the silence of the conference room, he notices that they’re the only three smiling.

jungkook hopes his expression doesn’t reflect the nerves he feels once again, eyes darting from face to face of each member of the band, then their assorted staff seated further down the table. he wonders if maybe he made a mistake, maybe sihyuk and sejin were wrong and that bangtan doesn’t actually want an assistant. the thought of being made to work with a group of people that dislike his presence makes his stomach churn, but he’s come this far, he at least needs to make it through the meeting.

sihyuk seems to realize how tense the atmosphere is at the same time jungkook does, because the man just laughs, causing the mood to become just a little bit brighter already. “stop looking so glum, boys, i think we might have found the right fit this time.”

‘the right fit’ seems a little presumptuous, considering they barely know him, but he’s distracted from this line of thought when the group’s leader, rm, stands up.

“sorry hyung, we’re just worried about a repeat of the last interview.” he smiles, the lift of his lips slightly bittersweet, but it becomes more genuine when he looks at jungkook. “hello, jungkook-ssi. it’s nice to see you in person.”

the implication that they’ve seen photos of him sends a thrill down his spine, but he keeps it all inside, smiling genially in return. he’s scrambling to find a way to respond that doesn’t make him look like a fool when sejin places a hand on his back, guiding him to one of the chairs near the head of the table. he nods, taking the spot next to suga.

“don’t look so nervous, jungkook-ssi,” he whispers and jungkook blushes, scooting the chair slightly closer to where sihyuk has seated himself.

“okay everyone, this is jeon jungkook. i know you all know about him already, but he’s here today to answer any questions you may have, and to make sure you get along well enough for me to appoint him the job.”

jungkook startles a little, not realizing the position was in his grasp; it seems like they want him and that he’s not just another face in a long line of people trying to work with the biggest band in the world right now.

“you’re twenty-three, right?” jin asks, and jungkook nods, to which the older nods back in response. “good, you’re not that far off in age from any of us.”

j-hope speaks up next. “do you like to dance?”

“i haven’t in a long time, but i love to dance,” jungkook says, gaining confidence from the casual questioning he isn’t used to in a job interview.

“ah, thank god. it’ll be nice to practice with someone i don’t perform with for a living,” j-hope says, smile growing larger.

“how about singing?” he hears from right next to him, and turns to suga. his stare is intense, and jungkook is nervous again about messing up.

“i—” he swallows. “i wanted to be an idol, almost auditioned and everything, but i get too nervous in front of crowds. i love to sing, but i enjoy getting to work in this business from the back end of it.”

he waits, time seeming to stretch as suga contemplates his answer. “we’ll have to see how you sound. i might like you to record some guide vocals.”

jungkook relaxes at that, feeling like he’s passed some test, and apparently the other members of the group seem to agree because they all start falling over themselves to ask questions, the words a jumble as they speak over each other.

“do you like dogs?” a deep voice that’s undoubtedly v asks.

“have you ever been in a prank war?” he thinks that one was from jimin.

“have you ever worn fishnets?”

“can you handle spicy foods?”

“how much can you bench press?”

“do you believe in aliens?”

“have you ever worked with heavy machinery?”

“what’s your greatest fear?”

jungkook hasn’t been able to answer a single question, the swell of noise so loud it feels a little bit crushing. he would be worried that he’s messing things up, but all of the staff in the room are smiling now, so clearly something is going well.

he’s trying to figure out how to cut in, as well as which questions are most important, when rm stands up again. everyone’s eyes land on him and the noise dies out and jungkook is suddenly scared.

“how do—” rm stops, looking at sihyuk with a furrowed brow.

“go ahead, namjoon-ah. he signed the nda, you’re safe.”

rm nods, seemingly to gather his courage again. “how do you feel about gay people?”

jungkook is stunned. “i— well, um.” he doesn’t know what the right answer is, doesn’t want to out himself to a group of people that may or may not be bigoted. he eyes the exit, trying to subtly back his chair out enough that he can run if need be. he’s almost sure he knows the way back to the main entrance, and his parents have a room in busan if he needs to flee—

jin’s voice pulls him from his frantic planning, the man gearing his scolding at the still standing leader. “kim namjoon! the poor thing is terrified! sit down right now.”

suga’s soft hand on his bare wrist draws his attention. “you look like a scared little rabbit. you don’t need to run, bunny, we’re not going to hurt you.”

he didn’t even realize v had stood up, but he yelps when the older tugs his chair out, spinning jungkook around so he can loom over him, looking into his eyes. “since no one else is willing to take one for the team, i will.” his gaze is locked on jungkook, but the disappointment is geared at his bandmates, clearly. he smiles, voice deep when he says quietly, “i’m very much gay. are you, sweet bunny?”

jungkook gasps, feeling lost. this is very much not how he expected today to go, but he forces himself to speak an answer as the silence is starting to cause v’s face to drop, his smile growing more nervous. “yes! i’m so gay. please don’t be sad, v-ssi, i’m not going to hurt you or out you.”

v’s smile comes back even brighter and jungkook melts a little, relieved that he’s not messing everything up.

“another win for the alphabet mafia!” he hears behind him and he jumps, turning to see what’s happening. it’s jimin, smile taking up his whole face, rocking back and forth with j-hope in what appears to be a mini-celebration.

“oh thank god,” suga says, quiet, and jungkook smiles at him.

“has that been a problem in the past?” jungkook asks, nervous about what these guys have gone through to have so much worry about hiring staff.

jin speaks up again, tone warm, and jungkook feels like he could fall asleep in it, like a blanket. “we haven’t even gotten this far until now. usually we can tell when someone’s a problem, but it’s still a concern, even when your vibes were so good.”

rm clears his throat, and while jungkook isn’t scared now, he’s a little nervous again. “here’s the part that will make or break things, though. jungkook.” the younger nods, attentive. “we’re all queer. is that going to be an issue?”

jungkook feels the information like a slap to the face. he’s been a fan of this band for years, and to find out they’re all just like him is the best possible information he could be given. “that’s totally okay, rm-ssi. it’s nice to be around people who aren’t a threat to me because of my sexuality.”

there’s silence, then, but it doesn’t feel tense. he sees v and jimin having some kind of telepathic conversation before the two of them nod and turn to the head of the table. “we want him, bang pd-nim,” jimin says firmly.

sihyuk bursts into laughter. “you can have him, jimin-ah. he’s all yours.”

jungkook gasps again, turning to look at the ceo. “really? i got the job?”

the man just nods, and jungkook lets himself get swept up in the chatter of his new employers as they poke his cheeks and ask him inane questions and each try to capture his attention.

—

he shows up to his first shift in one of his other two suits.

“what the—” suga says as he opens the door for jungkook. “jungkook-ssi, did no one tell you that you don’t need to dress up for this?”

jungkook blushes, realizing that he never thought to ask. “i’m sorry, suga-ssi, i’ll dress more appropriately next time.”

suga looks at him, expression concerned. “jungkookie, you don’t need to apologize, you didn’t know. and call me hyung.” he walks further into the apartment, not bothering to wait for jungkook to remove his shoes. “kookie?”

he scrambles to remove his shiny black shoes, cursing them for contributing to his weird first day on the job, and rushes to join the older. “oh, wow,” he says, staring at the large space. it feels modern and slick while still maintaining the feeling of being lived in, and jungkook wants to be here all the time. he realizes suga is watching him, a small smile on his face.

“yeah, we like it too.”

there’s a clatter from somewhere beyond another entrance to the room, and jimin comes flying in, sliding behind the couch closest to jungkook. he puts a finger to his lips, looking up at both of them imploringly. jungkook knows better than to give his hiding place away by speaking to him, but he can’t help but wonder who jimin is running from.

his question is answered not even a full minute later by jin barrelling into the room from the same doorway. “where is he?” he asks, eyes flicking between jungkook and suga, hunched over while he tries to catch his breath. jungkook shrugs, determined to make a good first impression, but suga doesn’t seem to have the same compunctions, pointing directly at jimin.

“what did the brat do?” he asks jin, and jungkook turns an apologetic gaze down at said brat. jimin just pouts, but stands up.

“i didn’t—”

“he tie-dyed my favorite dress shirt.”

jungkook has to fight to keep his laughter in. he’s expecting to witness a cold-blooded murder, but j-hope’s voice cuts in. “let me grab the baby before you get your revenge, jin hyung.”

“baby?” jungkook squeaks.

“yes, the tiny little baby.” j-hope pinches his cheek and jungkook fights the urge to swat him away. “precious boy.” jungkook feels something flood his veins at the older’s words, but he ignores it. “c’mon cutie pie, we’re dealing with my kaws collection since no one else in this band will help me.”

jimin snorts. “your ‘precious boy’ is going to hate you by the end of the day, hobi hyung.” he looks like he wants to keep riling the older up, but his voice seems to snap jin out of his trance. jimin must realize it, too, because he’s hissing out an “oh shit” and bolting out of the room, jin on his tail. suga shakes his head, curling up on the couch and tugging a blanket over himself.

this leaves him with j-hope, who grabs his hand and yanks him out of the room, instructing him to put his shoes back on so they can go to the company building.

—

jungkook is starting to realize why no one else in bangtan will help out j-hope.

“j-hope-ssi, how many of them even are there?” he asks, and j-hope looks at him funny.

“that sounds so weird, holy crap. you can call me hobi or hoseok, like everyone else does.”

jungkook smiles, excited that he gets to be on closer terms with two of the members of his favorite band. “okay hobi-ssi.”

hoseok laughs, pinching his cheek again. “to answer your question, i think i have about two hundred by now?” he turns away to start clearing off the shelf, placing each figure onto the table they set up earlier so he can wipe it down. “grab a cloth and wipe them off. don’t get them wet, though.”

he nods, getting to work. he gets lost in the motions, cleaning off the dust from kaws figure after kaws figure, so it startles him when hoseok’s phone goes off.

“lunch time!” he sing-songs, and jungkook carefully places the figure onto the freshly cleaned shelf before following the older out the door.

they go to the small cafe on the first floor of the building, hoseok waving off his attempt to pay for his soup. “don’t worry jungkookie, the company can pay for it.”

jungkook nods, thanking the girl behind the counter, and sits down. he's startled a little from uncovering his bowl by hoseok who sits across from him. he’d been expecting the older to not want to eat with him, possibly even having gone to visit coworkers or friends during his break, but instead he just unwraps his sandwich.

“so, you’ve been in the business for a while, i hear,” he says around a mouthful of bread. jungkook nods, shaking off his shock in order to make conversation like a normal person.

“yeah, i like being around music without having the pressure to perform.”

hoseok just looks at him before nodding. “i understand what you mean; stage fright is the actual worst.”

jungkook relaxes a little, glad he doesn’t need to justify his choices. “i still love to sing, i’d just rather do so in the shower, y’know?” hoseok’s smile is sudden, sending more of those tingles through him that he got with the pet names earlier.

“i think i speak for the whole band when i say that we’d love to hear you sing at some point, shower or not.” the words make jungkook feel warm inside, so he continues eating his soup before he says something embarrassing.

they end up spending the rest of the afternoon dusting off kaws. jungkook gets shooed off when he offers to come back to the dorm, hoseok telling him to come in the morning instead. “and wear something more comfortable. something that’s more in line with your personal style; if it’s not a good fit for the job, someone will take you shopping and get your wardrobe sorted.”

jungkook nods, shaking the older’s hand before making his way to the bus stop.

that night when he climbs into bed, his whole body is surprisingly exhausted, but he’s happy that his first day went so well. he’s even more excited to see if he’ll get to keep spending time with his favorite musicians.

—

they must plan on the possibility that he’ll need new clothes, because he gets a text the next morning from an unknown number.

[unknown number (9:45 am)]
jungkoooookie~ this is jimin~ we’re going shopping today! meet me at the dorm but don’t bother coming upstairs, we’ll head right out~

he smiles at the text, saving jimin in his phone. he sends off an “okay” in response before going through his closet for something closer to what he likes to wear. he ends up in all black, the voice in his head that sounds like his friend minghao chirping “fucking e-boy”. grabbing his things from the table, he starts the journey to bangtan’s dorm, hoping his style will be up to par.

jimin’s sweet voice greets him when he gets past the gates. “kookie! let’s go, i’ve been itching to buy new clothes and i refuse to carry all the bags.”

he doesn’t make a comment on jungkook’s outfit, so jungkook relaxes, feeling like he’s passed a test. they descend to an underground garage, jimin guiding them to a car that screams luxury. he goes to open the door to the back, already planning what he can do on his phone to pass the time during the drive, when jimin grabs his arm. “what are you doing?”

“getting in the car?”

“well, duh. but why are you getting in the back?”

jungkook is puzzled. “because you don’t want the help to sit in the front?”

jimin’s expression falls a little. “kookie, you’re not just ‘the help’. come sit up front with hyung, he’ll get lonely otherwise.” he nods, trying to keep his head bowed so jimin can’t see how red he is, but goes around to the passenger side, climbing in and pulling out his phone. “and unless it’s important, i don’t want you texting the entire time. you’re keeping me company today, so i expect stimulating conversation.”

when jungkook turns to look at the older, he’s beaming. it’s like looking into the sun, he realizes, jimin’s smile practically lighting up the interior of the car. “y-yes, jimin-ssi.”

jimin nods, presumably happy that he’s getting his way, then starts the drive to the shopping center.

—

he finds out that jimin genuinely meant it when he said he needed help carrying shopping bags. they’re on their tenth store and jungkook’s arms are loaded down with goods from some of the most well-known stores in korea.

“ooh, this place looks like they’ve got stuff that you’d like, kookie!” jimin says. jungkook looks through the display window and sees baggy shirts and chunky silver accessories. there’s a tote bag on a mannequin that calls his name, but he’s reluctant to go inside, unsure how he’d pay for anything the store sells.

“ah, i’m okay, jimin-ssi.”

jimin pouts at him. “did i get your style that wrong?”

jungkook forgets briefly that his arms are through a dozen bag handles, and when he goes to motion that jimin didn’t read him wrong, he accidentally smacks himself in the face with one of them. jimin looks concerned for a few seconds before he bursts into giggles. jungkook knows he’s pouting now, unhappy that the older saw him doing something so dorky, but jimin just tugs at him, drawing him closer to the store. “we’re getting you that bag i know you want.”

he tries to find a way to explain that he can’t afford the bag and food for the week, but in the flurry of activity that’s felt nonstop for the last five minutes, jimin has grabbed the item and brought it to the register, sliding over his card while jungkook just stares on. his brain finally kicks back online as they’re walking out the door.

“jimin-ssi! you didn’t need to do that!”

“hyung wanted to, baby bun. now, what do you say when someone does something for you?” jungkook’s glad for the bagginess of his clothes, because his cock kicks in his briefs at both the endearment and the condescension; the smile on jimin’s face is sweet, but the look in his eyes is devious.

“th-thank you, jimin-ssi.”

jimin’s expression gets even more sly at that. “good boy.”

the squeak that jungkook lets out at that is something he will deny until the day he dies.

jimin gets tired of walking around not long after that. he drives them and their veritable ton of spoils back to the dorm; jungkook helps him carry it all upstairs before he makes his way back to the bus stop, the brief hug jimin gave him before closing the door playing in his head until he finally manages to fall asleep.

—

he wakes up the next morning to a pounding at the door.

“coming!” he calls out, words slurring together from the sleep he hasn’t been given time to shake off. he unlocks the door, opening it up to find an excited looking v.

“v-ssi?”

v stops bouncing on his toes suddenly, eyes dropped lower to around jungkook’s belly button. it’s then that jungkook remembers he fell asleep in his underwear. “oh shit, please hold on, v-ssi.”

he slams the door, already planning his apology for his rudeness, then rushes to his room to throw on the first pair of pants in his drawer and long sleeved shirt with a few too many chains and zippers adorning it. v hasn’t moved an inch when he opens the door again, and jungkook has to speak to gain his attention.

“you’re ripped,” are the first words out of his mouth.

“ah,” jungkook starts, knowing that his face is turning red. “i like to work out when i’m stressed.”

“are you always stressed? ‘cause those are some abs.”

jungkook laughs at the boggled expression on the older’s face. “please come in, v-ssi. i’m just waking up.”

v follows him in, making himself at home in jungkook’s living room. “get ready, we’ve got plans for today.” jungkook starts puttering around, putting in his earrings and picking out a belt. “there’s this new game that gets released at noon, and i want us to be the first in line.”

jungkook stops. “there’s probably already a huge line, v-ssi! it’s gotta be like nine already, right?” there’s silence, and jungkook grows wary. “v-ssi, what time is it?”

“um. three in the morning?”

jungkook’s jaw actually drops open.

“but don’t worry, jungkookie! i have chairs and blankets in the car for us!” he seems almost nervous now, like he’s worried jungkook will say no. the younger just sighs, surprised that he isn’t more annoyed, and grabs an extra layer before brushing his teeth.

“why don’t you just use your, y’know, celeb privileges and have them give you a copy?” he calls out while he dabs on cologne.

“that wouldn’t be the authentic gamer experience, though!”

jungkook can’t help giggling. “let me just grab a protein shake and i’m good to go.” he swears he can see the ghost of a puppy tail wagging happily as v smiles wide at him.

—

they haven’t yet arrived at the store when v draws a sleepy jungkook’s attention again. “you can call me taehyung, jungkookie.”

jungkook flusters; despite being told to be less formal with more than one of the band at this point, it’s still hard to believe he’s allowed it. “okay, taehyung-ssi.”

taehyung smiles, wide and boxy, and jungkook can’t hold back his own grin in return. he doesn’t even realize it, but they spend the last bit of the ride just smiling dopily at each other.

“we’re here, sir,” the driver says as he pulls up to the store, and jungkook cringes at how formal he sounds in comparison to the way jungkook was just told to do the opposite. he wonders, briefly, if he’s getting special treatment compared to the band’s other staff, but his curiosity gets pushed away when taehyung calls for him from the trunk of the car.

“kookie! c’mon!”

jungkook climbs out of the backseat, shooting a soft “thank you” to the driver. he circles around to the back of the car to see taehyung struggling to get the mound of items into his arms. “taehyung-ssi! let me help!” he scrambles forward to pull a—very heavy—cooler from the older’s hand, as well as a small stack of blankets.

taehyung just scoffs, leaning in to extract a second chair and what looks like about twenty sandwiches. “i’m not incapable of doing things by myself, kook.”

“assisting you is what you’re paying me for,” he says, chuckling.

taehyung steps back, staring intently at the hatch in front of them, almost like he’s trying to light it on fire with his brain. “i don’t know how we’re going to close this.”

jungkook bursts into laughter. “we can probably get it with a hand each.”

the older nods, and reaches out the arm not clutching onto the folding chairs for dear life. jungkook uses his chin to anchor the blanket pile, using his free arm to do the same, and between the two of them, they manage to pull it down.

jungkook is surveying their joint effort, but taehyung has already wandered off, heading to the front door and dropping everything onto the pavement with a loud clatter. “taehyung-ssi! don’t break anything!”

he just pouts at jungkook. “come help me set it all up, then.”

“but i thought you were capable of doing things for yourself?” jungkook teases.

“i’ve decided to be lazy. it’s one of the perks of being famous,” taehyung says, the boxy smile returning to his face. jungkook places the blankets down next to the sandwich bag and helps get everything ready. once they’re cuddled under their layers of fleece, they sit in comfortable silence for a while, time ticking by steadily.

they eat the sandwiches, taehyung surprising jungkook by passing out the rest to the other people who have lined up behind them. “us gamers gotta eat,” he says and jungkook can’t help but laugh loudly.

he’s falling asleep in his chair by the time noon rolls around; taehyung apparently decides to let him rest while he goes inside to get the game, because jungkook wakes up to the older shaking his shoulder, game in his other hand.

“let’s get back to the dorm, bun.”

jungkook just nods, still tired, and helps gather their things just in time for the car to pull up at the curb.

he ends up passing out in the car and doesn’t wake up until he’s back home, taehyung ruffling his hair and saying he’ll see jungkook the next day.

—

he gets a text late that night from jimin, telling him that suga is too lazy to text and that he wants jungkook to meet him at his studio in the early afternoon. jungkook responds, seeing if he should come to the dorm first, but jimin just sends him back a string of random emojis followed by a “no, it’s cool”.

when he wakes up, he realizes he has time to kill, so he texts his friends to see if any are available for brunch before his shift. he ends up at this hole in the wall restaurant a few blocks away from the hybe building, sliding into a booth beside minghao.

“hey guys,” he greets, staring at a tired looking jaehyun, yugyeom flicking him whenever he seems to drift to sleep.

“how’s the first week of work going?” eunwoo asks from the other side of minghao, sipping at a glass of what looks like chocolate milk.

jungkook flags down a server, placing his order quickly before he answers the question. “it’s been good! everyone is super nice and i have absolutely no complaints.”

his phone buzzes so he checks it, putting it away when he sees it’s just a subscription email, and looks up to see his friends staring at him like they don’t even know him. “are you a pod person now?” minghao asks.

“huh?”

jaehyun finally speaks up. “no one has ‘absolutely no complaints’ about a new job. there’s gotta be something that’s off about the gig.”

“no, really! it’s all been great!” jungkook protests, but yugyeom snaps his fingers, pointing directly at jungkook.

“i’ve got it. it was all a cover and they’re paying you for sex, that’s why you’re so happy.” eunwoo spits out a jet of milk, some of it landing on yugyeom. “why is it always me?” he whines.

jungkook laughs. “because you have conspiracy theories, it’s the universe putting you in your place.” at yugyeom’s mock glare, he just laughs harder. “i’m not a sex worker, gyeom, oh my god. they’re just treating me really nicely.”

“what are they having you do today, then? eat a bunch of bananas? go with someone for pole dancing lessons?” yugyeom continues, wiggling his eyebrows; jungkook just chucks a cardboard drink coaster at him.

“you just don’t quit, do you? no, today i’m going to help suga hyung at the studio.”

“hyung?” eunwoo chirps.

“isn’t it rude to call him hyung so soon?” minghao muses, and jungkook sighs, putting his head in his hands. he’s starting to regret telling his friends anything.

“he told me to call him that.”

his four friends all look at him, sceptical, but he’s saved from further interrogation by the arrival of their food. he gets the conversation away from himself, asking about jaehyun’s new gig tutoring high school kids, and before he knows it, it’s time for him to leave for work.

—

after getting lost in the halls of the hybe building twice, he finds suga’s studio. there’s a mat outside the door with a cat flipping the bird, and he snorts at the sight of it. he doesn’t even realize he’s not alone in the hall until he hears a deep voice speak from behind him.

“i’m taking it you like my door mat.”

he turns around to see suga standing there, looking oddly small in his oversized hoodie, a direct contrast to the energy he exudes normally. “it’s amusing,” jungkook says, smiling softly. “i thought you were inside the studio, suga hyung. is everything okay?”

suga grins wide, his gums visible. “we’re going to get coffee.”

“but i don’t like coffee?”

the older lets out a great sigh. “then you can get something— jesus kook, can’t you play along? i wanted it to be like an adventure, y’know. bonding or some shit. it’s what the members were suggesting.”

jungkook’s chest feels full, unsure why suga is trying to bond with the hired help, but endeared that he asked the other members for advice. “i can get a hot chocolate?”

“that’s the spirit.” he reaches out to grasp jungkook’s arm, tugging him toward the elevator like he thinks the younger is going to fight against his plan again. “there’s this place that just opened that i wanna try. we can bring the drinks back here, but i need to leave my cave for a little while.”

“how long have you been working today?” jungkook asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

“ah, what time is it now?”

jungkook checks the time on his phone. “one in the afternoon.”

suga’s quiet, fingers twitching like he’s using them to help him count. “i’ve been here for about seven hours now.”

jungkook’s jaw drops. “hyung!”

“what? we’re going out now, aren’t we?”

it makes the younger pout, not loving the concept of this man being locked up in a tiny room for hours without company or fresh air. the elevator dings before he can make his displeasure known, suga grabbing his hand this time to guide him toward the promise of warm drinks. “ah, hyung, you shouldn’t be holding my hand. if the fans saw—”

“i would tell them i can’t lose track of our resident bunny.” jungkook blushes, trying to pretend like the nickname doesn’t make him giddy inside. “now let’s get you hot chocolate and me the sweet, sweet nectar of the overworked gods.”

jungkook can’t hold in his laugh, gripping suga’s hand harder so they don’t get separated.

—

a fan stops them on the way back to the company building, jungkook volunteering to take a photo for the girl. it seems to pull her thoughts away from how they had been holding hands still, and for that he’s grateful.

“we should hurry back to your studio, suga hyung. if she tells anyone that you’re out and about, you’ll be swamped.”

suga just nods, walking a little bit faster. they make it back within a few minutes, toeing off their shoes on the mat before locking themselves inside the dimly lit room.

“i need you to listen to some songs, let me know what you think,” suga says, cutting straight to the chase. jungkook squeaks, surprised that he’s being allowed to hear the unfinished projects of one of his favorite producers, but when suga turns an amused smile at him, he swallows his excitement. he’s here for his job, after all.

he ends up staying fairly late into the evening, giving feedback on a variety of aspects of the music suga is working on. he was reluctant at first, unsure how important his opinions could possibly be, but suga was persistent, reassuring jungkook that he wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t want an answer.

they end up ordering takeout for dinner, finding out about their mutual love of lamb skewers helps them decide where to order from without further debate. jungkook finishes up his last bite and goes to ask what he can help with next, when his energy just crashes.

suga seems to notice right away, for which jungkook is grateful. “go home, bun, get some sleep. jin hyung is gonna put you through the ringer tomorrow, for sure.”

jungkook thinks that he should feel some dread at that statement, but with the way things have gone so far, he only feels eager anticipation.

—

when he wakes up to a crashing noise in his living room, he’s instantly on edge. jungkook lives in a neighborhood where intruders have never even been on his radar for bad things that could happen; his worst experience since moving in was when the grumpy old man across the hall’s dog shit outside his door and he stepped in it. disgusting, yes, but not fear inducing.

he’s debating whether it’ll be smarter to call the police or to grab one of the weights he has laying around to fend for himself, when he hears a familiar melodic voice cursing from the other room.

“why the everloving fuck does he have a camera bag just sitting on the floor in the middle of the room?”

it takes a moment to click in his brain, but he finally realizes that it’s bangtan’s jin. he’d have been more concerned a few weeks ago, but his life is so bizarre now, this just feels like it’s par for the course.

“jin-ssi?” he calls from his place in the bed, hoping for the best. the racket coming from outside of his bedroom ceases abruptly, and then there’s a soft knock on his doorframe.

“jungkook-ah, yes, it’s me.”

jungkook just laughs. “yeah, i had figured that out already.”

he isn’t expecting the older to come into his room and he yelps, drawing the blankets over his barely clothed form. he thinks he manages to prevent jin from seeing his underwear, so he slumps back against his pillow. “what are you doing here?” he realizes something even more important before jin can answer. “wait, how did you even get inside? did i forget to lock the door last night?”

jin looks sheepish, an expression he isn’t used to seeing on his handsome face. “your door code is our debut date.”

jungkook feels his blood go cold; none of his employers are supposed to know that he’s a fan. he thinks fast, pulling an excuse out of his ass. “ah, that’s such a neat coincidence! it’s my nephew’s birthday, actually.”

jin looks slightly skeptical, but he doesn’t press the issue, nodding and brightening up again. “i’m here so you can dye my hair, jungkook-ah.”

the way he says it draws a loud laugh from jungkook. “and you’ve deigned my lowly apartment to be the right locale for this task, your highness?”

jin just sputters. “you little shit!” jungkook beams at him in return.

“go sit down, jin-ssi. i’ll get dressed and be right out, then we can test my salon skills.”

he gets a nod in return, and as soon as jin leaves, he mentally runs through the state of each room in his house, hoping they’re all at least some level of clean for the very rich musician currently wandering them.

—

jungkook’s digging in the drawer for his toothpaste when he hears something else hit the deck in the distance. he stills, listening for any exclamations of pain from jin, but there’s just some muffled shuffling as the older, presumably, cleans up the mess he’s made. jungkook just sighs, wetting his toothbrush and hurrying to finish the last of his morning routine so he can prevent jin from breaking his things.

when he walks out to assess the damage, jin is standing in the center of the kitchen, covered in water.

“don’t you guys pay stylists to do this for you?” he asks, baffled at the sight of kim seokjin clutching a soggy box of drug store semi-permanent dye. “also, why aren’t we at the dorm?”

jin seems to snap out of it, moving to grab a bowl of water that jungkook didn’t notice. he places both items on the floor, retreating to the living room. jungkook follows, curious about what’s happening, and smiles as he sees the older pull a large stack of towels out of the bag he brought. “i wanted to get to know you, considering you’ve spent time with most of the members already. and the dorm is so stuffy, sometimes; i figured it’d be better for all parties involved if we met in a less imposing location.”

jungkook contemplates the words while jin drags a chair into the kitchen, placing it next to the bowl—and now the towels—in the center of the room. his opinion of the dorm is very limited, having only been in one of the rooms and for such a short amount of time, so while he did enjoy what he experienced, he appreciates the older working to make him comfortable.

“thank you, jin hyu—” he stops, hoping his slip up wasn’t caught. “jin-ssi.”

jin just laughs though. “you can call me hyung, jungkookie.” jungkook sighs in relief, moving to open up the box and pulling out the gloves.

“purple?”

“are you shaming my love of pastels?”

jungkook rushes to reassure, “no! i think it’s really cool, i’m just surprised. you tend to stick to more natural colors, right?”

there’s silence so he turns to see jin looking at him like he’s breaking down every nuance to jungkook’s words. he thinks back on what he’s said and realizes how much he’s treading the line between “naturally observant” and “fanboy”.

“hm, you’re correct, bun,” he finally answers.

jungkook smiles, working to mix the dye, thinking about how glad he is that jin’s hair is already blonde, eliminating the bleach step of the process. “you never answered earlier, hyung. why didn’t you go to one of your stylists to do this?”

jin just grins at jungkook, mischief in every inch of his face. “where’s the rebellion in that, jungkookie?” he stands up, moving directly in front of jungkook, hands on the younger’s shoulders. “fuck the man, jeon jungkook.”

the serious tone is so at odds with the words, jungkook bursts into giggles. “fight the establishment!” jin says as he walks over to his chair, sitting down with his back turned to jungkook. his enthusiasm and volume grow even more as he raises a fist in the air. “don’t be part of the machine! dye your hair lavender!”

jungkook can’t stop laughing now, having to place the bowl of hair color down so he doesn’t get it everywhere. he eventually calms himself enough to gather his supplies, moving to stand behind a seated jin. “okay, joey ramone. calm down so i don’t paint your ears and neck.”

seokjin stills, and the quiet that falls over them is comfortable. they make small conversation while they wait for the color to set, and by the time jin is gathering his things and leaving to return to the dorm, jungkook feels no awkwardness in calling him hyung.

—

he wakes up bright and early the next day, heading over to the bangtan dorm at the time set before the other band members decided to shake things up. he’s just rung the doorbell, fiddling with a strap on his pants, when the door swings open, a bundled up rm smiling at him.

“jungkook! come inside, we’ve got an easy task today.”

jungkook grins, slipping off his shoes and following the older down a long hallway. “i hope you’ve had a good week, rm-ssi; it’s nice to get to talk to you again.”

rm flushes, and jungkook is shocked, not used to seeing the man anything other than cool and collected. “you don’t need to call me that, jungkook-ah.”

“ah, should i use ‘hyung’?”

“of course, bun. also you can use my name, that’s something you’re allowed to do.” his gentle smile seeps into jungkook’s bones and he returns the expression.

“okay, rapmon hyung.”

the look on the older’s face changes so abruptly, jungkook feels like he’s experiencing whiplash. “ma— maybe stick with ‘namjoon’, jungkook-ah?”

jungkook is about to protest, say that that’s exactly what he just said, when he realizes his flub. “oh god, i’m so sorry, namjoon-ssi. rm hyung? why is this so confusing?” he’s seconds away from fleeing, wishing the floor would just open up so he could fall into his own personal hell where he’s doomed to pine over his six bosses for all eternity.

“‘namjoon hyung’ is fine, bun,” he says, placing a hand on jungkook’s shoulder. “and if i’m doing anything that intimidates you, let me know. i never want you to feel like you can’t speak up about your emotions around me.”

jungkook just barely manages to stifle a whimper, namjoon’s words going straight to both the insecure and horny parts of his brain. “okay, hyung. thank you.”

namjoon smiles again, continuing to lead jungkook to a room far beyond what looks to be the member’s bedrooms. “here we go,” he murmurs when they finally stop outside of a door that doesn’t match the rest. it’s white with a glass window set into it, swirling designs in iron all along the pane. jungkook can really only see green beyond it, so he holds his breath when namjoon opens it, hoping the inside is as pretty as the entrance.

“welcome to my little greenhouse,” namjoon says, stepping inside so jungkook can follow. the room is huge; plants everywhere, floor to ceiling windows letting in the sunlight, a small table and chairs in the middle of it all. “i like to tend to my babies when everything else in my life is too stressful.”

“it’s beautiful,” jungkook says on a gasp. he can’t stop tracing his eyes along the curling vines and blooming flowers on every surface. “if this was mine, i’d never want to leave.”

namjoon just laughs. “well, if you’re not working, you can come in here whenever. the door’s open to any of us that need some quiet.”

jungkook nods absently, fighting against his awe to absorb that he’s being included in the privilege extended to the other members of the band. “thank you, hyung,” he finally responds.

“of course, bun. now, it’s time to get to work.”

he hands jungkook a large watering can that he procured while the younger was taking it all in, turning away immediately to rummage around for something else. “there’s a sink behind you, your job is to water everything while i trim the bonsai.”

when jungkook spins around to locate the sink, he’s hit with a dilemma; he doesn’t want to distract namjoon from the task he just started, but there’s a large vine wound around the handle that jungkook needs access to. “namjoon hyung, what should i do?” he hears the soft padding of namjoon’s bare feet against the floor as he approaches, standing level with jungkook to assess the situation. “it’s so pretty, i don’t want to hurt it.”

namjoon chuckles. “you can just shift it out of the way, kook-ah.” he steps forward, large hand delicately sliding the vine so it’s wrapping around the faucet instead. “sometimes pretty things appear without warning; it’s our job to take care of them and return the favor for all of the joy they bring to us.”

as he finishes his sentence, he turns around, that same large hand coming up to brush the backs of his fingers along jungkook’s cheek. “pretty,” he murmurs, then walks off, leaving jungkook in shock, fighting to calm his brain down from how it’s now screaming aimlessly at the nonchalant action that felt like it had so much weight.

“besides, that vine shouldn’t have had the time to grow that long, anyway, which means the guy who was hired to handle this the last few months didn’t know how to take care of it.” namjoon tsks, the sound loud with the only background noise being the clicking of the scissors as he starts pruning one of his trees. “i’m glad we found you when we did, jungkook-ah.”

jungkook just shoves down all of his overflowing emotions and fills up the watering can, getting lost in the task as he works to hydrate the many plants in the room.

—

he doesn’t intend to fall asleep on the couch in bangtan’s giant living room, but namjoon declares they need a break and guides them to sit on the squishy furniture. he must not have minded when jungkook started to drift off, because he wakes up to the same fingers that stroked his cheek earlier, now running through his hair while he snores.

“are you awake, koo?” he hears namjoon ask, and he nods, still feeling sleep dazed. it doesn’t take long, however, for his brain to come back online; he shoots upright, knocking namjoon’s limb away, and looks around to see the rest of the band are in the room, all watching him from where they’re bundled up on the couches and armchairs.

“i’m so sorry, oh my god. i’ll get out of your hair, i didn’t mean to fall asleep—”

“jungkookie!” jimin pipes up. “you’re okay, sweetheart, we’re not kicking you out.”

“this is so unprofessional, though!”

hoseok gets up, coming to sit beside jungkook. he places a hand gently on the younger’s arm, voice calm when he speaks. “are we making you uncomfortable?” when jungkook shakes his head, hoseok keeps going. “if you’re not uncomfortable, neither are we, baby bun. in case you haven’t noticed, the position you’re filling is a little unorthodox. it’s why your interview was so unusual; we need someone who’s there as a friend as much as to get us coffee and pick up the dry cleaning.”

jungkook just nods, still struggling to believe that he’s not being outright fired for falling asleep on the clock. “thank you, hoseok-ssi.”

suga snorts from his spot pressed against taehyung. “can we all agree that he can call us by our names and stop treating us like strangers on the street?” there’s a swell of noise, the six men all seeming to be in agreement, and jungkook is stunned. “cool, now that we’re decided, jungkook is allowed to use ‘hyung’ for all of us. and no more stage names, we get enough of that everywhere else; it’s nice to be referred to by name in your own home.”

“you shouldn’t feel nervous around us, kookie,” taehyung pitches in, and his solemn expression is in such contrast to his usually bubbly demeanor, jungkook can’t help but take his words to heart.

“okay, hyung.”

he hears a cooing and turns to see that it’s coming from seokjin. “god, how are you so precious?”

jungkook blushes, letting out a surprised gust of breath when namjoon tugs him back into a hug. “get some more rest, bun. we’ll wake you up when it’s time to go home.”

—

“they’re flirting with you,” yugyeom says.

jungkook groans, trying again to claim his phone back from his friend’s grip. “they’re not flirting with me, what the fuck. they’re just being friendly. i think they’re starting to consider me a friend.”

yugyeom holds the phone so jungkook can see the screen. it’s his own phone so he knows what’s being displayed, but yugyeom seems to think he needs to see it again. “this is a text in a group chat with kim taehyung and park jimin. a group chat that’s dedicated entirely to offering to buy you lowkey bondage gear.”

“it’s not bondage gear! and it’s not for me, oh my god.”

“right, right. it’s for the ‘dog’ you ‘plan on getting’.”

jungkook flops back into the chair, knowing he’s not getting his phone back anytime soon. “i had to tell them something, gyeommie. they both looked so sad when i said i didn’t have a dog already. this is just them trying to convince me to change my mind.”

the silence from across the room makes jungkook wonder if his friend’s given up, but when he lifts his head from the divot in the cushion, yugyeom’s just distracted, the phone held up right near his eyes. “kook, i think i recognize the logo on this screenshot of the leash. i’m almost completely sure it’s from an adult toy store.”

“give me that, you asshole,” he says as he finally gets the device back. “stop being suggestive about my employers, they’re not into me like that.”

let it be known that yugyeom, for all of his teasing, isn’t actually an asshole. “hey, kookie,” he says, soft like he’s scared he’s upset jungkook. “they’re treating you well, right? if they’re not, i’ll come destroy the entire band, don’t think i won’t.”

jungkook sighs. “they’re wonderful, dude. it’s not their fault that i have feelings that just grow deeper each time they compliment me.”

yugyeom takes a moment to think, eventually standing up and hugging jungkook from the side. “i trust you know your own boundaries. don’t let them push you beyond what you’re willing to give.” he presses a soft kiss to the top of jungkook’s head. “i’ve gotta go, i told bambam i’d be his wingman tonight, but don’t be afraid to text me if you need me.”

“thanks gyeommie.”

“anytime, kookie.”

as yugyeom shuts the door behind him, jungkook is left in the silence of his living room. he’s broken from his reverie by a text from hoseok, asking if he can swing by to have jungkook try on a few outfits for him.

[hobi hyung (3:31 pm)]
i bought some stuff for my cousin. he’s the same build as you, but i wanna make sure everything fits.

there’s a loud knock on the door that startles jungkook; he places his phone on the table and goes to open it.

“now?” says hoseok from the hallway, arms loaded down with plump bags of clothing.

jungkook laughs, ushering the man inside. “you can put everything on the couch, unless you want to head to my room? there’s a mirror in there so i can check everything out too. who knows, maybe i’ll find a new look for myself.”

he notices hoseok looking a little bashful, but doesn’t think much of it. “i’d love to see your room, koo. you seem like the type to sleep with a ton of plushies and i wanna confirm my theory.”

“hyung! you couldn’t know that! i’m tough, a man, i don’t sleep with—” hoseok cuts in his path, pushing into jungkook’s room and staring directly at the stack of stuffed bunnies next to jungkook’s pillow. he sighs. “i was hoping i’d get to hide them before you came in.”

hoseok throws his head back as he laughs. “soft bunnies, just like you. that’s so cute.”

“‘m not a bunny,” jungkook pouts, crossing his arms. he’s been called the nickname for years, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to go down without a fight.

“your bunny teeth and bunny smile say otherwise, kookie.” hoseok drops the armful of bags onto the mattress, turning his back to a still pouting jungkook. “okay, try this first.” he hands jungkook a handful of black fabric, shooing him out of the room while he organizes what’s left in the haul.

jungkook nods to himself, heading to the bathroom. he pulls off his shirt and sweats, debating on whether or not to leave his socks on, when one of the items slips from the pile, landing on the floor. it’s oddly tiny, so he just stares, processing what part of the outfit it even is. “hyung! did you remember to give me the whole fit?” he yells, hoping hoseok can hear him.

hoseok’s voice comes from much closer than he was expecting, making him jump; he grips the sink and knocks over the second, equally tiny, piece of cloth. “i definitely gave you everything. there should be a top and bottoms, right?”

he bends over to grab them both off the floor, his hand first landing on—

“a crop top?”

“yeah! it’ll look really cool, i think!”

jungkook just gapes at it, unsure what he’s getting himself into. reluctantly, he collects the bottoms, holding them up to see that they’re a tiny pair of short shorts. he swallows his own spit, gathering his courage. “if it looks stupid, you won’t tell anyone, right hobi hyung?”

“of course not, baby.” jungkook has to remind himself that he just misheard again, that the soft tone of hoseok’s voice didn’t call him his favorite pet name. “you don’t even have to try any of it on, not if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“no it—” he gulps. “it’s okay, i just never wear anything like this so i don’t know how it’s going to look.” he looks down at his boxers, realizing that the legs are going to be way too long to look good underneath the shorts. he’s going to have to take off his underwear and he’s not sure if it’s a good idea. “hyung—”

“yeah, bun?”

“i—” he sighs. “nevermind, just wanna give you a heads up that it might look weird, considering how long my boxers are.”

there’s silence and jungkook thinks he might’ve messed up. “just take them off, it’ll be fine.”

“you’re,” he isn’t even sure what energy is in the air at this point, just that it’s not at all what he was expecting when he was asked to try on clothes. “you’re sure?”

“yeah, i can always just get a second set of clothes if something gets dirty. and besides, if it looks good on you, you can just have it.”

he nods, then remembers hoseok can’t see him. “okay, hyung. i’ll be out in a minute.”

jungkook’s never been happier to enjoy having shaved legs than he is in this moment, tugging off his socks and then his underwear, sliding the soft cotton of the shorts up to settle them on his hips. they fit like a charm, but he refuses to lose any of his confidence by looking in the mirror, so he tugs the shirt over his head and opens the door.

stepping into his bedroom, jungkook doesn’t look at hoseok, nervous about his reaction. his hyung might not be seeing him in a sexual light, but it’s hard to deny he wants to impress him so badly.

“oh, koo, it looks so good.”

“thank you, hyung.”

“did you look at yourself? see how pretty you look?”

jungkook finally looks up at those words. “pretty?”

“yeah, sweetheart. turn around and look at how pretty you are.”

jungkook does so, and he gasps. the outfit manages to draw attention to his abs and thighs, both toned from frequent working out, but the overall effect manages to still make him look delicate. “oh.”

“yeah, ‘oh’. these clothes are definitely not going to my cousin now. they’re maybe too revealing for him.” he chuckles, and jungkook’s head snaps to look at him.

“let me change out of them, that way they stay pristine for returning.”

“no, bun, they’re yours. you can have the whole bag. i’ll find something else for his birthday and you can just let me know if anything fits weird or if you don’t like it.” he reaches out to squeeze jungkook’s bare thigh, drawing a gasp from the younger. “i’m gonna head back to the dorm; thank you for indulging me. maybe wear something from the bag tomorrow?”

jungkook just swallows, nodding. “thank you, hobi hyung. i’ll try to look,” he stumbles a little over the word, not used to using it to describe himself. “pretty for yo— i mean, i’ll wear something with my normal clothes tomorrow.”

hoseok smiles wide, gathering his phone and keys, heading back to the entrance to jungkook’s apartment. “i’ll see you tomorrow, baby bun.”

and then he’s gone, leaving jungkook to deal with the most confusing boner of his life.

—

the next day feels mostly normal, despite jungkook showing up to the guys’ dorm wearing a halter top with his baggy jeans. he gets a few wolf whistles that he’d definitely contact HR about if he didn’t melt inside at the attention. they tell him they have a full day of schedules and want him to accompany them, want someone to talk to and maybe do some coffee runs if he’s feeling up to it.

he nods, feeling a little dazed from the finger that jimin absentmindedly runs in circles on his exposed upper back. “of course, hyungs, that sounds like a good plan.”

and they’re not lying; the day mostly consists of jungkook being introduced to staff members on site at each of the places they go. he gets directed to sit on taehyung’s lap while the older places a lanyard with a ‘staff’ badge around his neck, hugging him close before letting him get back up. “cuddly bunny,” he says, face pressed against the side of jungkook’s head. he can’t hold back his giggle in response, letting the older dote on him.

he gets tasked to find sejin at one point, and once jungkook’s led him to the room, they ask the manager to get them coffee. jungkook feels like he should be suspicious of them not asking him, but the fact that yoongi’s fiddling with jungkook’s fingers when the conversation happens manages to distract him well enough. otherwise, they keep him by their sides all day.

when he takes the bus back to his place that evening, he realizes that this job has a lot more flirting involved than a personal assistant gig usually would, but he’s not going to dissuade the others from praising him at every turn, not when it feels so good.

—

on one busy day the next week, jungkook feels like he’s being tested by some higher power, his horny levels flying through the roof.

he starts out at the hybe building with jimin who says he needs someone to bring him dry towels every half hour as well as refill his water bottle while he dances. what jimin doesn’t tell him is that he’s going to ask jungkook repeatedly about his form. this wouldn’t be an issue, but jimin is shirtless, only wearing baggy shorts that show every bounce of his—

anyway, because jimin seems determined to get jungkook’s opinion, the younger has to actually watch him as he flexes his hard earned muscles, lithe body flouncing around the room. he glistens with sweat and jungkook has to physically swallow his drool multiple times, finding relief only when he goes to the supply closet to snag more fluffy towels for jimin to dry his face with.

he gets a text that pulls him away eventually, seokjin requesting his presence for a test of his new knowledge from the massage therapy class he’s taking. he assumes the older wants to rub his shoulders or something, maybe just needs help passing him supplies while he rubs another member’s back, but instead he’s instructed to remove his shirt upon entering the dorm.

“need you to tell me if i’m being gentle enough, kookie.”

the sexual undertones to that statement are all jungkook can focus on, but he’s here to do his job, and right now that means letting one of the most handsome men alive touch his torso.

seokjin leads him to the table, urging him to lay on his stomach on the padding. “taehyung and hoseok were right, you’re completely ripped. some day, you’re gonna have to show hyung how you get those muscles, maybe give him some pointers.” jungkook goes to respond, but his words are stopped by the firm press of seokjin’s fingers on his shoulder blade. “tell me if it’s too much, bun.” jungkook nods, and it seems to be all the permission seokjin needs, because he starts working out knots jungkook didn’t even know he had.

he loses himself in the sensations, realizing he’s moaning in pleasure but unable to stop himself, not when the tension is being forcibly removed from his back. eventually seokjin seems to be finished, landing a light pat on his ass, startling him from where he was practically lost in his own head.

“you have magic fingers, jin hyung,” he slurs out, and seokjin bursts into loud, squeaky laughter.

“thank you for the glowing review, bunny.”

he’s about to start heaping more praise on seokjin’s skills, but there’s a knock on the doorframe that pulls both of their attention from the calm atmosphere of the room.

“can i steal him next, hyung?” namjoon asks and seokjin nods.

“he’s all loosened up for you, joonie.” the words are innuendo-laden enough, but seokjin’s eyebrow waggle just adds to it and jungkook fights back his second boner of the day as he pulls his shirt back on.

he meets namjoon in the hallway. “i’ve got another easy task for you today, sweetheart.”

jungkook knows he’s blushing, but he’s feeling more accepting of it today, for some reason. “are we going to take care of your plants again, joonie hyung?”

namjoon smiles gently at him, before he seems to shake himself out of his thoughts. “no, i want your opinion on what color i should choose for my new bike.”

it feels like a task that he isn’t really needed for, but he follows anyway, namjoon bringing him to his own room to sit at the desk where his laptop lives. he shows jungkook a wide array of colors, laughing and telling him to try again when he instinctively goes for all black.

“i don’t think i can pull off the goth aesthetic as well as you, junkookie. maybe something a little brighter?”

jungkook preens at the almost-praise, pointing at one that’s a dark green. “this one reminds me of your bonsai.”

namjoon looks up at him from his spot in the chair. he stares intently at jungkook, and the younger has to force himself to not freak out at the intensity of his attention. “i like that a lot, bun. thank you for helping hyung, you’re such a good boy.”

there’s nothing he can do to prevent the soft gasp from falling from his lips, hands tugging at the bottom hem of his shirt to use it to cover where his dick is absolutely raring to go. he’s almost entirely certain that the older knows what’s happening, but he doesn’t say anything, just scritching along jungkook’s arm and sending him off for the day.

he only just manages to last until he falls on his bed before he’s pulling his cock out, jerking himself off fast and rough to the images in his brain of how small he feels around his employers, small in the best way possible.

—

he’s informed that the entire group is going to be doing studio time, and that they want him to join them. he’s unsure if he’s going to be bouncing between studios, or if they want him to chill in a break room until summoned, but rap line tugging him into namjoon’s studio answers his question.

“it’ll be just like the other times you’ve joined me, bun,” yoongi says, running a hand down the back of jungkook’s head repeatedly. the motion is soothing enough that he zones out a little, relaxing into the sounds of hoseok and namjoon debating the style of percussion on the track while yoongi hums his responses.

“—un. bun, jungkookie.” he shakes off the comfortable haze he’d been floating in at the sound of hoseok’s voice. “ah, there you are.”

jungkook blushes, pulling away from yoongi’s hand as he goes to instinctively hide his face from their gazes. he barely makes it a half a foot away before yoongi is grabbing him around his waist, pulling him back so he’s soaking up the heat from the older, all along his side. “you’re okay, sweetheart. we just want you to check out this song, let us know what you think.”

he nods, putting in effort to lose some of the stiffness in his upper body so yoongi stops worrying. namjoon nods back, turning to press play, and a fast paced burst of music comes pouring out of the speakers. it feels like one of the band’s Cyphers, the ones jungkook goes back to again and again, but he can’t say that out loud, not when they still don’t know he’s a fan. and it feels like every day that passes in the presence of bangtan brings him closer to them in a way that makes him feel less like a fan, but that doesn’t change the fact that he knows his place.

jungkook lets himself get lost in the music, the instrumental washing over him as he absorbs the words like he’s greedy for them. when it ends, silence filling the room, he whines.

“it’s done?”

the three men stare at him for a moment before they all burst into laughter, more or less at the same time. “kook-ah, it’s a song. it can’t last forever.”

“yeah, but it’s so good.”

hoseok sits down on jungkook’s other side, tickling at his tummy. “i’m glad to know we’ve won you over with our awesome music stylings.”

jungkook fails to hold back his giggles at the squirming of hoseok’s fingers. “you’d already won me over, you guys are so cool.”

yoongi coos, going back to petting his hair. “anything you think we should change on it?”

“i’d have to listen again, i was too busy getting lost in the sound the first time.”

“ah, that makes sense. joonie, play it again for the baby.”

“got it, yoongi hyung,” namjoon says, pressing play once more, and jungkook forces himself to really listen this time. when it ends again, he sighs, that sadness that it’s done sweeps through him once more, but he brings up the first thing that caught his attention.

“i think the pre-chorus might make more sense before the bridge.”

namjoon’s jaw drops and then he’s swivelling the chair around to bend over the keyboard, copying the file into a new project to tweak it. hoseok and yoongi start debating various other aspects of it and jungkook lets himself zone out again, comforted just being around his hyungs.

he eventually gets a text asking him to come join vocal line, who are finished with warm ups and want to bring him in for their harmonies. he eyes where hoseok and yoongi are pressed together in front of the computer, namjoon having swapped places to curl his arm around jungkook’s shoulders while the other members worked.

“namjoon hyung?” namjoon hums, the deep noise vibrating through him and into jungkook who has to stop a shiver from rolling through him. “i need to go help out vocal line, is that okay?” he gets another hum in response, and when he looks up to make sure namjoon actually caught what he said and isn’t just agreeing thoughtlessly, he sees the older’s soft gaze already on him.

“go on, bun, we’ll see you after. have fun and don’t let them torture you.”

jungkook beams, trying to be quiet as he slips out of the room to find the practice room seokjin had mentioned in his text.

—

jungkook’s on his third loop of this floor’s layout, and he still doesn’t know where he’s supposed to be going. he turns a corner, frustration making tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and he lets out a loud yell when a heavy weight makes contact with his side, sending him plummeting to the floor.

“koo!” the battering ram cheers, and jungkook groans, realizing it’s one of his hyungs.

“you found me, yay,” he deadpans, wincing a little at the knee that’s being pushed into his kidney.

“you don’t need to be so grumpy,” he hears from above him and tilts his head to spot seokjin watching him, smile on his face. “c’mon, minnie, get off the baby so we can put him to work.”

the weight that was apparently jimin climbs off, unintentionally pressing even harder on jungkook’s prone abdomen, but once he’s standing, he reaches out a hand to help jungkook get up. “where’s tae?” he asks as he dusts off his clothes.

“getting ice cream,” jimin chirps, and jungkook is confused, but seokjin steps in.

“don’t listen to him. taehyung is getting us water, we’ve been singing for so long there’s risks involved if we don’t stay hydrated.”

“hyung, why can’t you just let me dream?” jimin pouts.

“because then you’d be whiny when no ice cream is manifested.”

jimin’s pout intensifies and jungkook doesn’t know what comes over him, but he reaches out to prod the older’s lower lip. jimin just blinks at him for a second, but then he’s opening his mouth to bite down gently on jungkook’s finger.

he doesn’t know where they’re supposed to go from there, the entire series of actions so unprecedented that it feels like anything is possible, but taehyung’s deep voice calling from down the hall draws them from what feels almost like a standoff. “c’mon guys, i wanna see how jungkook sounds singing with us.”

jungkook just splutters. “oh, um, i’m not up to par with you guys, but i’ll come listen, for sure.”

seokjin laughs, pinching jungkook’s arm. “nope, you’re singing and that’s the end of that.” he cups his hand around the nape of jungkook’s neck and starts guiding him to where taehyung is still waiting. “now be good for hyungs and maybe you’ll get a reward.”

jungkook gulps, nodding his head, but his brain is already starting to feel a little fuzzy again.

“ice cream?” jimin chirps, and seokjin humming in response helps him get a grip on reality once more.

“of course it’s ice cream. how else would you be rewarded?” seokjin asks, tone full of disbelief.

“i can think of other ways, hyung,” jimin says, a sultry edge to the words that jungkook hasn’t heard from jimin before. taehyung must have heard as well, because he high fives jimin as they pass him, shutting the door behind them to keep the noise in.

seokjin letting go of his neck feels like the greatest loss he’s ever experienced, but he’s distracted right away by taehyung explaining the part he needs to learn. “it’ll probably take some time to get it figured out, but you’re a fast learner; we should have some progress before we leave today.”

jungkook just nods, and after they give him his starting note, playing the bit they’re working on a few times, he joins them at the beginning of a loop of the instrumental. he realizes about halfway through that they’re all looking at him, wide eyed, and a small part of him fears that he sounds horrible. but they’re not stopping the track, continuing until the end of the last line, so he keeps singing.

jimin scrambles to pause the song before it starts up again. “holy fuck,” he breathes out.

“why aren’t you on stage, you have the talent for it, that’s for sure,” seokjin adds.

taehyung smacks seokjin’s bicep, turning a light glare at the older. “he said it’s not what he wants to do, don’t make him feel guilty.” he turns to jungkook, then. “you sound wonderful, jungkookie. we’re so lucky we get to hear your beautiful voice.”

jungkook flusters, succeeding at hiding his face this time. seokjin cupping his jaw, though, makes him come out of his little shielded world. “you’re such a smart bun, picked up on your part so quickly.”

jimin’s arms wrapping around his waist from behind startle him a little, but he melts back into the embrace when he feels the older nuzzling his cheek into jungkook’s back. “thank you for indulging us, honey. such a good boy for hyungs.”

it takes every last ounce of restraint in jungkook’s body to keep himself from whimpering, but he manages to prevent the reaction. he just nods, instead, quietly thanking the three vocalists for their kind words.

he ends up hugging his legs on the couch, chin resting on his knees while he listens to vocal line practicing, figuring out a few small changes before they actually record later in the week. he feels less floaty by the time they leave, slipping away to catch his bus before any of the band manages to coddle him again and make him want to stay longer.

—

things really change a few days later, when jungkook barely steps foot on the ground at the bus stop near the dorm before jimin and taehyung are scooping him up, chattering on and on about their “secret spot” and how they need to show him it.

he blushes a little at the way they phrase it, reminding himself that they don’t mean the term in the sexy way, and ending up so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn’t even realize they’ve walked him to a spot further down the road where a car sits, a driver texting inside. “why didn’t you just have me meet you guys there?” he asks, feeling guilty that they had to wait for him to arrive.

“because then it wouldn’t be secret, duh,” taehyung says, only slightly distracted with figuring out why his seatbelt won’t buckle. jimin leans forward to tell the driver where to go, and then they’re off to destinations temporarily unknown.

jungkook gets sucked into conversation with the two, but out of the corner of his eye, he keeps spotting places he recognizes really well. he eventually manages to get the topic put on pause to speak, by chance right as the car slows to a stop—

“hey guys, why are we at my house?”

jimin and taehyung look confused, and jungkook is even more confused, considering taehyung has been here before. they climb out of the car, jimin distractedly talking to the driver, and taehyung looks at jungkook in confusion. “this is where you live?”

“taehyung, you woke me up to go game shopping, remember?”

“well, yeah, but i slept for the entire car ride over,” he mumbles and jungkook just laughs, realizing he’s not shocked at all about this development.

jimin pipes up from behind them, then. “which one’s your place, kookie?” jungkook points directly in front of them, angling his finger up so it’s aimed at the third floor.

“you guys still haven’t explained why we’re here, though.”

“oh, um.” taehyung is fumbling, but jimin just points at the little alleyway next to the building.

“the dumpster?” jungkook asks, baffled, but jimin just starts walking, apparently expecting them to follow. jungkook doesn’t question him any further, just falls into step as they go past the smelly dumpster, stopping in front of what jungkook has always just assumed was some sort of basement access for the landlord. “what are—”

jimin tapping his shoe a few times on the door compels jungkook to stop, expecting an explanation for why they’re trying to barge into the place where likely only a snowblower is kept, but then the door is opening and a cacophony of sound is spilling out.

“wait, is that an arca—”

“boys!” comes a jolly, booming voice from inside, and jungkook’s confusion just grows when the man steps into the light to reveal that it’s his grumpy neighbor from across the hall.

“mr. nam?”

the older man just laughs, and jungkook didn’t even know he was capable of any emotion other than disdain. “jungkook-ah, it’s nice to see you! i didn’t know you knew my two favorite customers!”

jimin apparently decides he’s sick of standing among the aroma of rotting garbage, and grabs jungkook’s and taehyung’s wrists, tugging them down the stairs. “hello, mr. nam, it’s good to see you. same deal as always?”

he passes the man a handful of bills, jungkook not even daring to guess how much won the stack contains, and gets a nod in return. “it’s all yours, no one will be allowed inside.” he wanders off, then, leaving the three of them alone in the brightly lit, loud room.

“okay, explain,” jungkook says, turning to face the two musicians.

“this is mr. nam’s little secret. he runs the arcade but it’s kinda invitation only?” taehyung starts.

jimin picks up where taehyung left off. “we have a deal with him, though; he lets us rent out the place for as long as we want, no potential army wandering in during our free time.”

“has this place really been here the whole time i’ve lived here?” jungkook mumbles to himself, but his hyungs must get bored of standing around because they drag him to a machine, inserting a few coins that jungkook had no idea were even in their vicinity.

“go for it, koo,” taehyung says, smiling wide. jungkook just looks at the game, confused by the mechanics of it, then reaches forward just in time to watch his character die onscreen. jimin bursts into laughter, clutching the game’s case to avoid falling, and taehyung looks like he’s fighting back a smile at jungkook’s misfortune. “here, let me help.”

he says this as he’s digging out another coin, arms coming around jungkook from behind to guide his movements, helping him advance through the level. he and jimin keep a running commentary the whole time about his game objective, but jungkook isn’t absorbing a single word of it, too caught up in the solid warmth of taehyung at his back, jimin pressed close to his side while he plays.

jungkook only realizes he’s zoned out when it registers in his mind that taehyung’s hands are no longer moving his. he goes to pull away but before he can, something inside of him screams at him to wait.

so he does. he lets his senses come back online, one by one, to realize that taehyung is rocking him back and forth, nose pressed into the hair on the back of jungkook’s head. jimin’s fingers are tracing invisible patterns on his arm and hand, and both of them are humming along to the game’s theme music.

he basks in the closeness, lets himself pretend like he’s still drifting away to that fuzzy place in his mind, and only speaks up when his legs start to get sore from not moving for too long. he’s expecting things to be awkward, but jimin and taehyung don’t let the moment shift from fun and intimate, pulling jungkook along with them and keeping him close the whole time.

they end up walking him up to his apartment after they’ve used up the massive stash of coins they’d brought along. he’s expecting them to head home right away, but they follow him to his room, curling up on the bed with him and chatting about mundane things, clearly just wanting to stay in his presence.

—

jungkook wakes up to an empty bed, sad that jimin and taehyung went home, but understanding that he was lucky to get as much as he had the day prior. his phone lights up on the nightstand and he grabs at it, seeing a whole slew of texts about how, if he’s willing, there’s a room at the bangtan dorm set aside for him that he can move into.

he’s confused, unsure why they want him so close, but then he sees a follow up message explaining how it makes little sense for jungkook to make such a long commute each day, and that the boys would enjoy having him around for whenever he’s needed. there’s also a decently large pay raise involved that, if he hadn’t wanted to move in anyway, would have sold him on the idea, for sure.

he sends back a text saying that he’s more than happy to move in, and he can’t stop his smile at the immediate barrage of texts from the members of bangtan, all senseless screaming and excited emojis at the prospect of having jungkook within reach anytime they want.

—

jungkook makes sure to stipulate that he wants the company to handle his rehousing if he leaves his position, and as soon as they agree, he sets to work packing up his things to relocate himself into the bangtan dorm.

“we’re gonna be able to hang out all the time now,” taehyung and jimin keep saying, and jungkook is endeared by how they both sound like preteens planning a sleepover.

“guys, i’m moving in so i can be around for like. shopping and rearranging furniture and coffee runs.” he has to hold in his laughter when someone sneaks up from behind to tickle his side when his shirt gets rucked up, but he manages to get the sentence out.

“well, yeah, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’ll be together more often and we can take you to all the cool places we’ve found that we can pay to explore alone!”

jungkook snorts, jolting at the loud call of seokjin from the kitchen. “can we just donate all of your kitchen supplies? we’ve got enough at the dorm for you to use!” he calls back an affirmative and the loud clatter of what sounds like his entire silverware drawer hitting the tile makes him laugh. “kim namjoon! you could’ve at least dropped them into the box!” he hears and his laughter upgrades to the hiccuping, holding his stomach, kind.

it takes them most of the afternoon to get everything transferred, and jungkook doesn’t even realize how strange his life has become until he’s collapsing into bed in his new room that night, thinking on the fact that the six members of the biggest band in the world just helped him move house.

“oh fuck,” he hisses, bolting out of bed and into the living room in the hopes that at least a single member is around. he’s shocked to see them all still there, and once yoongi turns to look at him as he pants in the doorway, the rest of the members follow suit.

“is everything okay, koo?” hoseok asks.

“yeah, i just.” he has to pause to catch his breath. “i just wanted to thank you guys for helping me out today. it probably wasn’t a fun way to spend your only day off this week, but i appreciate—”

“bun,” seokjin cuts him off. he gestures to the empty spot on the couch next to him, and jungkook treads over, sitting down far enough away from the older that he doesn’t gross him out with his still sweaty hair. “we’re just happy you’re here.”

“yeah, kook, we’d help you move anytime if it meant you’re happy,” taehyung adds on.

jungkook just blushes, murmuring another “thank you”. seokjin seems to not care about his sweat because he pulls jungkook close to his side and tells him to just relax with them. jungkook nods, nuzzles in the tiniest bit, and lets himself drift off.

—

his first day of living with bangtan is more hectic than he’s normally used to; the guys have an early start to the day, schedule jam packed until late at night. he wakes up to a knocking at the door and it scares the living shit out of him, making him sit in bed while he catches his breath, struggling to remember that he’s not living alone anymore.

“koo? you’ve gotta get up, we’re leaving in about twenty minutes,” he hears hoseok say, voice as soft as it can be while still loud enough to hear through the door.

“okay, hobi hyung, i’ll be ready in a few.”

he sighs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and shuffling over to his wardrobe to find an outfit. it’s then that he remembers he didn’t have the energy to unpack everything the night before, so his options are limited and he groans in frustration. he zones out, staring into the small selection, and doesn’t start moving until another member gives him an update on their time remaining, their knock startling him almost as much as hoseok’s had.

jungkook grabs a pair of jeans, the fit tighter than he’d normally wear on the job, but still appropriate by the standards set so far, as well as the only black shirt hung up, which is—

“oh god, i’m gonna look like an absolute slut today,” he whines, staring forlornly at the crop top that someone decided needed to take priority for what got put away.

he gets dressed, splashing water on his face and rushing to finish getting ready, before heading to join the others near the door.

“ah, you look so cute,” seokjin coos, poking a finger directly into jungkook’s bared belly button.

“it was the only thing i had unpacked,” he pouts.

jimin walks in then, whistling when he eyes jungkook up and down. “looking stylish as hell today, kookie.” and jungkook would thank him, but that’s when jimin seems to decide the appropriate course of action is to reach under the short hem of his shirt and tweak jungkook’s nipple. the younger yelps, hands flying up to hide his chest from any other sly fingers.

“hyung!”

jimin just cackles. “what? you needed a wake up call! i’ve never seen you look more dead behind the eyes and i figured this was a good solution.” jungkook sends him a glare, and grabs his bag off the hook near the door, shuffling into the outside hallway with his arms crossed.

he lets the rest of the group think he’s annoyed, but really he’s just trying to think of everything gross he possibly can to keep his dick from reacting beyond the initial twitch it gave when jimin’s fingers came into contact with his chest.

—

the guys end up having him make multiple coffee runs that day, giving him long and complicated orders each time. he’s not used to having to do a lot of actual work, realizing how much the members pamper him normally, but he swallows his annoyance when he remembers this is what his job entails on paper.

he realizes he enjoys the lingering gazes of strangers on the streets much less than he does the same behavior from his employers, and it makes him hurry a little bit more, wanting to return to the comfort of being around them.

jungkook places the trays of drinks onto a table in the dressing room provided for the band, movement harsh enough that liquid spills over the tops of a few of the cups. “whoa, bunny. is everything okay?” namjoon says, coming around jungkook’s side from behind, his hand coming to rest on his bare back.

“yeah, just,” he swallows, trying to gather himself. “felt like a piece of meat for a little while there.”

namjoon’s hand leaves his back so quickly, it makes jungkook whimper. “jungkook-ah,” the older says, suddenly serious, and jungkook is filled with dread so quickly it makes me dizzy. “you need to let us know if we’re making you uncomfortable.” it takes a second for his brain to wrap around the words, and when he realizes the miscommunication, he tugs on namjoon’s sleeve, abandoning his shame for the greater good.

“hug?” he looks up at namjoon, hoping he won’t be denied, not when his emotions are all over the place and this specific man radiates all of the warmth and safety that jungkook needs right now. namjoon lets out a small sound, something between a gasp and a sigh, and tugs jungkook in close, letting the younger melt against his chest. “i don’t mind anything you guys do. it’s the random strangers on the street that made me feel gross, hyung.”

“oh, baby,” the older whispers, and jungkook would worry about boundaries being pushed, about setting himself up for heartbreak, but none of that matters when namjoon starts rubbing circles into his back with his palm. “no more errands today, you’re just going to keep everyone company instead, okay?”

jungkook nods, grateful for everything bangtan has done for him, in spite of the entire situation being so incredibly unusual. he stays close to namjoon until the older is called away for something, but hoseok immediately takes the leader’s place, pulling jungkook to sit on his lap on the squishy couch away from the chaos around them.

“you feeling okay, bunny?” he asks, tugging jungkook’s head so it’s nestled against hoseok’s collarbone. “you look so distressed, all of us are worried.”

“i’m okay, hobi hyung; just felt kinda icky for a while.” he can feel hoseok rest his chin on top of his head and he’s about to let himself go boneless when he hears jimin from behind him.

“dammit, i really wanted to bring that jacket today, it would’ve worked so well for the behind the scenes filming.”

it clicks in jungkook’s head, then, that running back to the dorm to retrieve the jacket is something he’s supposed to do. he plants a hand on the armrest of the couch, pushing up so he can climb off of hoseok, and turns to jimin. “i’ve got it, hyung. i’m pretty sure i can get to the dorm and back before—”

“what?” jimin says, blinking at him. “no, i don’t— you just relax, bun. it’s not the end of the world.”

jungkook is just confused now. why are they paying him if they’re not putting him to work? “but, this is why i’m here? i’m your personal assistant, remember?”

yoongi walks by right at that point, deciding to cut in. “well, you can come ‘personally assist’ me with some pre-filming napping.” jungkook chokes on his own spit, confusion growing more and more with each word uttered by any of the band. yoongi stops walking, looking back at jungkook. “well? i need a big spoon and this is about the only time you’re going to hear me say those words so take advantage of them now.”

seokjin cackling from where he’s getting his makeup done draws jungkook out of his worried musings. he follows behind yoongi to a slightly larger couch on the opposite wall, laying down when yoongi gestures pointedly. it only takes a moment before the older is pressing his back to jungkook’s chest, grabbing his arm to wrap around his waist. “is this okay, koo?”

“of course it is, hyung.”

“no, is any of this okay? this isn’t exactly what a person would’ve expected when applying as a personal assistant, but i guess we’ve all just taken your lack of negative reactions for granted.” he pauses, and jungkook waits while the older gathers his words. “you won’t get fired and things won’t get awkward, no matter how you answer, but i need to know: are you happy working with us? do you feel like we’re objectifying you or forcing you to do things you don’t want to?”

jungkook lets the words sink in, tightening his hold around yoongi, tugging him back into his chest. “no, hyung. i only ever feel safe and happy around you guys. it’s not exactly what i was expecting when i took the job, but i can’t say i’m not enjoying myself.”

yoongi hums. “good. now relax and let me enjoy some skinship. one of the perks of being our personal assistant—and not working for someone else in the company—is that we get to decide what tasks to put you on. we managed to get by without someone else in your position for years, bun; we have other staff that can do our shopping or help us with menial tasks. all of us are just happy to have your company, and as long as you’re okay with it, i’d much rather assign you the job of ‘help hyung feel less anxious through cuddling’ then ‘get hyung coffee’.”

it feels too good to be true, but jungkook just nods. “okay, yoongi hyung. i’m here to hold you for as long as you need.”

“good. now try to get some rest, baby bun. we’ll wake you up when we need you.”

he takes a chance, then, burying his face in the soft hair on the back of yoongi’s head. he’s scared that he’ll be shoved away, that the line between “skinship” and “romance” will be pushed too much, but yoongi just sighs softly, relaxing his entire body in jungkook’s grip. he sees the rest of the band when his eyes dart around, and they all are looking at them so fondly, it squashes his last worries about not doing enough.

jungkook tells himself he’s going to stay awake, that the cuddling is for yoongi’s benefit and not his own, but he ends up falling asleep, warm and content.

—

jungkook's managed to avoid any of the members seeing his bangtan posters or other merchandise so far, having boxed it all up when he got hired and begging jaehyun to let him store it at his house. but despite his employers still being in the dark about his fan status, jungkook can’t resist still listening to the music. he’s gone a few months now without anyone questioning what’s pumping through his earbuds, allowing him the blissful experience of getting lost in seokjin’s sweeping vocals or hoseok’s bouncy rapping.

the thing is, though, that jungkook’s favorite way of winding down after a particularly stressful day is to put on Cypher 4 and go to town on himself, something that he hasn’t been able to do since he moved into the dorm, at the very least. he worries that if he uses earbuds, he won’t be able to hear someone in the band coming into his room, exposing him to risk of his employers seeing him getting off. and listening from his speakers just increases that risk, so he’s been avoiding the act entirely.

it’s on a day that everything feels like it’s going wrong that he caves.

the band was busy and had left him at the dorm with a list of tasks that he normally wouldn’t do, but that he’d promised weren’t a big deal to handle. he tried to get started right after they left, throwing in a load of laundry before checking around the kitchen to compile a full list of groceries to get an order in for delivery.

he’s halfway through watering namjoon’s plants when he hears an almost comically loud bang from the other side of the apartment. in his haste to figure out the source of the noise, he drops the watering can on the floor, bolting down the hallway to the common rooms.

there’s an even louder bang when he gets closer, and he follows the sound to the laundry room; opening the door reveals the washing machine shaking dangerously and water trailing all over the floor, tinging the white carpet pink from the detergent.

“no, no, no,” he chants to himself as he frantically searches the control panel for an ‘off’ button, holding it down when he finally finds it. the racket ends abruptly, but then jungkook hears a loud knocking at the door. “what kind of timing is this?” he yells his frustration to the empty room, working to avoid trailing detergent along with him as he goes to answer the increasingly fast knocking.

he swings the door open to find a delivery guy, soaked from head to toe.

“h-hello?” jungkook asks, his own frustration evaporating at the guy’s pitiable state.

“i’ve got your groceries,” he says, gesturing to a spot beyond the doorframe, out of jungkook’s line of sight. “they’re a little bit damp, considering the weather.”

it’s then that jungkook realizes he never checked what it was like outside, just going about his business in the quiet of the dorm. he glances over his shoulder to the window and registers that there’s a veritable tsunami in effect, so he rushes to grab his wallet, intent on giving the courier a hefty tip.

“here, here, this is for you,” he says, shoving a wad of cash at the man. he gets a relieved smile in return, and then the guy is walking off to once again brave the storm. “could this day get any worse?” he mumbles to himself, stepping out into the hall to grab the bags.

he brings them all inside, already planning to soak up all of the water off the table when he’s done putting everything away, but is struck motionless again upon pulling out the first item—a box of cereal—to realize the cardboard is almost entirely disintegrated.

“wha—” he places it down, ignoring the wet ‘plop’ noise it makes, and pulls out a bag of cookies. the bag is also in a dreadful state, the seams bursting from how saturated the whole thing is, and when he opens it to hopefully dump the contents into a container, he’s met with the sight of what looks like a baked goods soup. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

almost every item in the bags is destroyed, and it takes him about an hour to get everything rehoused in reusable containers and put away, the bags thrown out, and the puddle it had all been soaking in wiped up. he sighs, ready to sink into the couch, when he remembers the mess of laundry soap he had to abandon.

he trudges to the laundry room, dreading what he’s going to find, and can feel the tears of frustration building when it’s just as bad as he was remembering. pulling out his phone, he reluctantly finds sejin’s number, pressing the ‘call’ button.

“hello?”

“hi, sejin hyung, i’m having a little issue at the dorm and i don’t want to bother any of the band to fix it. maybe you could help?”

he hears the background noise grow quiet, presumably sejin leaving the chaos of a dressing room, and then the manager finally responds. “what’s going on, jungkook?”

jungkook sighs. “the washing machine tried to relocate itself and spilled brightly colored detergent all over the rug in the process.” he can’t blame sejin for snorting at his wording, but it doesn’t give him a solution, so he waits.

“well, maybe the load wasn’t balanced? that’s happened with mine before, so give it another shot but shift how you have it filled before doing so.” jungkook just hums in agreement, already working to move some towels from one side of the machine to the other. “and as for the soap, there’s a carpet shampooer in the linen closet, i know because i had to use it after my dog peed in the hallway when i was housesitting once.”

“thank you so much, hyung, you just made a bad day a little bit better.”

“of course, jungkook-ah. and good luck.”

the line goes dead with a click and jungkook pockets his phone again, finishing his artful arrangement of the wash and turning the machine on again. as soon as he feels comfortable leaving the room without risk of it freaking out again, he goes to hunt down the shampooer.

it looks practically unused, when he finds it, and it makes him laugh. “i shouldn’t be surprised that they don’t clean the carpets themselves,” he says aloud, the image of taehyung wielding any form of vacuum-like device hilarious in his head. he wheels it to the mess, taking a moment to figure out how to set it up, then gets to work returning the carpet to its former color.

he leaves the laundry room door propped open when he’s done, thinking it’ll dry a bit quicker with better air circulation, then sighs, deciding to get back to the calm of namjoon’s plant room.

jungkook walks into the dim world of green to see that the watering can had spilled everywhere when he dropped it, and one of the plants had hit the deck in the process, leading to a small puddle of what’s essentially mud in the doorway.

he wants to cry, wants this hell day to be over, but he takes a deep breath and decides to put off his tears until after he’s done fixing his own mess. he hunts down a roll of paper towels, pushing up his sleeves and kneeling down to start the arduous process of absorbing the gunk from the floor. it takes him a while, but he gets it cleaned up, focuses on repotting the fallen plant, watering the rest as quickly as he can, then rushing back to swap the wash.

he changes out of his soaked, muddy clothing, throwing them into the load of wash, and scurrying, naked, back to his own room. once he’s changed into warm sweats, he collapses on the couch, resigning himself to completing the mound of dirty laundry, deciding the rest of the list can wait.

—

jungkook eats dinner, finishes the laundry, and watches a little television, all before he realizes how late it is and that the guys still aren’t home.

he has a moment of worry, but after checking twitter and seeing nothing bad trending, he shrugs it off, deciding to make his shitty day a little less shitty.

he turns off the main lights around the dorm, meandering to his room to dig out the new fleshlight he’d bought to give it a spin. he makes sure the door is closed, that the lights are dimmed in his room as well, then strips.

“i know i have lube around here somewhere,” he mutters, digging through his dresser drawers, eventually unearthing the bottle. “aha!”

he flops down on the bed, squirts a generous amount of the lube into the tunnel, then slides it down his dick, already hard just from the thought of getting alone time. he sighs, the wet suction around his cock delightful after the day he’s had.

jungkook spends some minutes just jacking himself off, his hips coming off the bed occasionally from the sheer pleasure the fleshlight is bringing him, but eventually he realizes that, no matter how much he wants to, he isn’t even close to coming. the toy is doing its job, and his body seems ready to let go, but he just can’t get there.

he groans, working his wrist faster, but it just isn’t enough. with a defeated sigh, he slumps against the bed, arms splaying to his sides, hard cock keeping the fleshlight aloft. he knows what will help, but he’s been so good at not giving into the urge. but the band isn’t around, and he’s close enough to coming that he’ll be done before they even get back, and it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.

“fuck it,” he says, grabbing his phone and turning up the volume. it takes barely any searching, the entirety of bangtan’s discography in his recent plays, but when his thumb lands on Cypher 4, his hips buck, almost in a pavlovian response.

his hand flies down to grip the fleshlight once more, letting his hips work to the beat of the song, fucking into the toy like his life depends on it. the rhythm of the song keeps him at a constant pace, and the sounds of his crushes voices spitting out cocky words, the kind of words he’d love to have directed at him, makes his head feel light and blurred around the edges, and he’s so so close, only a few more pumps, and then yoongi’s verse starts and he’s begging, pleading to the empty room, “please, please, please let me come, please—”

“JUNGKOOKIE!”

the door slams open and hoseok stands there, arms spread wide and huge grin on his face, silhouette flanked by yoongi and namjoon.

there’s a moment where it feels like time has stopped, no one saying anything, the song coming to an end in the background, and then the three men are spilling out apologies as they leave the room, closing the door behind them.

jungkook sits there, alone, the song starting from the beginning again, and cries.

—

when the tears finally stop, he shuts off the music to realize that the entire dorm is extremely quiet. his next realization is that he’s still hard as a rock.

his brain isn’t in the right place to keep going, but his body clearly didn’t get the memo; the fleshlight is still angled at a full ninety degrees from his stomach, dick aching inside of it. he looks at his own dick, sheathed in a pocket pussy, jaw dropped at the audacity of his body to ignore the crisis he’s going through. he slides the toy off, shivering at the overwhelming sensation of wet friction when he’s not in the mood for it, and thinks about everything that just happened to figure out why he didn’t go soft.

it’s once he’s at the moment of catastrophe, when three of the members burst into his room, that his dick gives a massive twitch; he groans to himself. “humiliation? really?” he hisses at the universe, annoyed that he’s got this kink to apparently add to his list.

he lays there, unsure of what to do now, while the minutes tick by. eventually, he decides to clean himself up, ignoring how his cock is refusing to calm itself down, and gets dressed, the sweats from earlier comfortable on top but rubbing directly against his dick on the bottom. he’s thirsty enough that he decides to take a chance, hoping and praying that the guys will have gone to bed by now, and ventures to the kitchen for some water.

he’s about to pass through the living room when the light flicks on, and all six members of bangtan are sitting there, eyes locked on his frozen form.

“uh.”

jimin gets up from where he’s squished into an armchair with taehyung, padding over to jungkook to pull him to sit. “it’s okay, baby, you’re not in trouble.”

“but i—”

“have nothing to be ashamed of,” taehyung finishes, scooting over a little so the three of them can cram into the small space provided by the chair.

yoongi clears his throat. “we’re sorry we just barged into your room, we shouldn’t have done that.” jungkook nods a little, unsure what to even say in response to that. “you shouldn’t be afraid to have private time, either, jungkook. we hope we haven’t broken your trust, you shouldn’t have to question whether we respect your space and your time. you’re an adult just as much as we all are, and this is your home, you deserve to be comfortable.”

he has to ignore the warmth that grows in his chest at the mention of this being his home, knows he needs to focus on the more serious side of this.

“thank you, hyungs,” he whispers, letting jimin tug him even closer.

“do you need some time away from us?” hoseok asks, voice meek.

jungkook shakes his head at that. “no, no, i’m just a little embarrassed. you guys shouldn’t have had to see any of that, y’know?”

yoongi snorts. “you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, bun.” jungkook wants to pretend that his hyung isn’t looking directly at his crotch, but he’d be lying to himself. he whines, tugging his shirt down over where his dick still hasn’t gone soft, and buries his face into jimin’s neck.

“don’t tease him, yoongichi,” seokjin scolds.

jungkook thinks yoongi responds with, “well, he seems to like it,” but jungkook isn’t sure because namjoon speaks over him.

“jungkook-ah, i think i’m just most curious to know,” and jungkook is so scared he’s about to be fired for getting off to this very man’s voice, but namjoon barrels on like he’s not even concerned about jungkook’s worry. “are you a fan of us?”

he’s so confused, not at all expecting that to be the line of questioning he’d receive. “huh?”

hoseok picks up where namjoon left off. “i mean, you were jacking off to our song, that’s not really something a non-fan would do, y’know?”

he knows he looks silly, that his mouth gaping open isn’t the most attractive expression, but he’s dumbfounded by the nonchalant attitude everyone seems to have. “you’re not— you’re not mad?”

“why would we be mad?” seokjin asks. “it’s an honor to know you like our craft.”

taehyung joins in next. “and it’s not like you’re selling our trash or toiletries on the internet.” he pauses. “you’re not selling our trash or toiletries on the internet, right?”

jungkook shakes his head frantically, not wanting that worry to permeate the atmosphere at all. “god no, i’m not a stalker, i promise. i just,” he sighs, disappointed that this secret has to come out at all. “didn’t want you guys to fire me if you found out. i didn’t seek out the job knowing it would be you all, i honestly didn’t even know who i’d be working for until i heard back from my friend hyukwon. it was just a coincidence and i figured i could be normal in order to further my career and get paid.”

jimin coos, nuzzling into his hair. “thank you for telling us, sweetheart. i don’t blame you for wanting to make us less worried, but you being a fan isn’t an issue.”

jungkook is slightly concerned about the reaction, feeling like they should care a little more, but he’s not going to complain, not when he gets to keep going with what has become his dream job. he basks in the warmth they’re all radiating, thinking that the most awkward part of the night has been forgotten, when jimin speaks up again.

“so, how often do you touch yourself to our music?” jungkook yelps, trying to pull away, but jimin keeps his hold firm. “does the baby do that a lot? fuck himself while imagining it’s us?”

he groans, feeling like he wants to die, but he can’t just let them assume that, even when it’s the truth. “i— well, i— this wasn’t the first time,” he whispers, and he feels like you’d hear a pin drop, with how quiet the room is. “the beats on the Cyphers are really sexy and maybe i’ve beenfuckedtothembefore.”

taehyung pinches his thigh. “speak slower, sweetheart, we couldn’t understand you.”

jungkook whimpers, but he knows he’s not getting out of this, not unless he actually puts a stop to things. he wonders why he doesn’t tell them to stop, wonders on some level what they’re getting out of this, but he can’t pretend the humiliation isn’t doing it for him. “i’ve— i’ve been fucked to your music a bunch before.”

he hears a gasp, but he can’t tell who made it. he’s contemplating asking, but namjoon’s deep voice breaks the silence. “well, if that isn’t the compliment to end all compliments.”

it breaks the tension, everyone bursting into laughter. when it dies down, hoseok suggests they watch a drama to calm down, and jungkook presses even closer to jimin. he and taehyung keep him close for the rest of the night, and every few minutes until jungkook manages to fall asleep, still pressed to jimin’s chest, he feels brushes of arms and presses of hands against his erection, all followed by soft apologies.

his sleepy brain almost manages to convince him that none of the touches were accidental.

—

jungkook calls up eunwoo the next day, frustrated about everything that’s been happening.

“they’re just so hot, and i can’t even get off because they’re always around,” he whines.

eunwoo just laughs. “god, i wish i had your problems. wanna trade? i’ve got back to back shifts at the grocery store all week.”

“sorry, dongminnie. i guess i’m just not used to this kind of situation.”

“kookie, my dude. the solution is obvious.” jungkook makes a noise of question. “go get laid.”

the suggestion makes jungkook splutter, and he doesn’t even register eunwoo saying goodbye, just hears the click of the call ending.

—

he’s not going to actually take eunwoo’s advice, but after another few weeks of what can only be called “outright flirting”, jungkook declares he’s taking a night off and going out for drinks.

“be safe, kookie,” hoseok says as he walks the youngest out the door. he places a kiss on jungkook’s forehead, the gesture oddly sweet for something meant to be platonic, jungkook thinks. “and don’t stay out too late. hyung worries.”

jungkook smiles, nodding, then heads out. he’s decked out in some of his skimpiest clothes, planning to dance a little before he lets someone take him home, and there’s glitter on his face, just enough to sparkle under the lights of the dance floor.

when he arrives at the club, there are a few people waiting in line outside, so jungkook hops in behind the last one. he digs in his back pocket for his phone, struggling a little to yank it out due to how tight his jeans are, and tugs the case off to pull out his license as he gets closer to the bouncer.

“ID?” the man asks, and he hands it over, smiling brightly when the guy looks up from the picture to check that it matches his face. “you’re all set, have fun.”

“thank you!” jungkook chirps, then struts off into the darkened club. he scans the room, in search of the bar, and when he spots it, he weaves his way through clumps of people to reach it. sitting down on one of the stools, he sighs, glad that he’s finally on his way to relieving some of the sexual tension that feels like it's been building up without any release for ages now.

“can i get you a drink?” someone asks from behind him, their hand grazing along the skin of his side where his shirt is raised. jungkook turns, prepared to turn the guy down, but is startled at how handsome he is.

he swallows, preparing to take a chance like he hasn’t since he was in university. “only if you’ll dance with me, too.”

the stranger throws back his head on a laugh, waving down a bartender and leaning even closer against jungkook’s spine. “i’ll have whatever’s on tap, as well as whatever this pretty boy wants.”

a thrill runs through jungkook at the compliment, and he orders some mixed drink that’s on special, leaning back a little to feel the warmth of the man’s body. “what’s your name?” he asks, turning his head to talk to the guy over the music pumping through the speakers.

“jihoon,” he responds. “you?”

“jungkook.”

“are you—” jihoon is cut off by the bartender returning with their drinks, taking a moment to hand over his card before he talks again. “are you from around here? i’ve never seen a face as cute as yours here before.”

jungkook feels like he probably uses the line all the time, but he’s here to get fucked, not find his future husband. “yeah, i just moved in a little while ago. this is the first time i’m getting to check out the local scene and not just the inside of my house or wherever my job takes me.” he’s expecting jihoon to volunteer his own information, but it appears the man wants the same thing jungkook does; instead of replying, he collects his card back and places an arm around jungkook’s waist, pulling just enough to indicate he wants to dance.

the two of them join the crush of people, managing to get closer and closer as each song fades into the next. jungkook finishes his drink after a while, chucking it into a trashcan nearby then winding his arms around jihoon’s neck. “forgive me if i’m being presumptuous, but i’d love it if you took me home and made me forget my own name.”

he knows how to make men fall over themselves to get to him, a skill he picked up when clubbing to forget his finals were on the horizon, and he uses that to his benefit, looking up from under his lashes at jihoon, pushing his hips forward to rub their groins together. “you’re not being presumptuous at all, baby. let’s get out of here.” jihoon grabs his hand, ditching his almost full cup in the trash as they head to the entrance, and once outside in the cool night air again, he tugs jungkook close enough to crash their lips together.

the kiss is hot from the start, jihoon not giving jungkook the time to make the experience sweet, instead pushing inside jungkook’s mouth and working to stroke their tongues together. it’s sloppy on some level, but that’s what jungkook wants tonight, something quick and dirty and over before the sun rises.

“i’m only a block away, let’s go.”

jungkook nods, getting lost in his thoughts as they traverse the short distance to jihoon’s apartment building. the elevator ride is steamy, jungkook getting pressed against the wall with jihoon’s hand down the back of his pants, fingers sneaking between his cheeks to tease at his hole. he moans, loud, and only stops trying to fuck himself on the digits when the door slides open.

jihoon doesn’t remove his hand until they’re inside of the apartment, making jungkook whimper when he pulls away to take off his shoes. “don’t worry, baby, i’ll touch you again before you know it.” jungkook just hustles to get his own boots removed, then follows the man into his room, taking off his clothes as he goes. he flings himself on his stomach on the bed, making jihoon tsk. “such a needy baby.”

the words hit jungkook hard, something about how the tone emulates the deep sound of namjoon’s voice makes him whine. “fuck me?”

jihoon groans. “of course, baby. daddy will fuck you real good.”

the self imposed title shoots straight to jungkook’s dick; he knows from experience that if he calls this man ‘daddy’, he’ll be railed until he’s numb. “c’mon daddy, please.”

he gets a slap to his ass for his pleading. “be good. daddy needs to open you up first.”

jungkook just pouts, knowing that jihoon is right, but not wanting to wait. he feels the pressure of jihoon’s knee on the bed lift, and turns to see him stripping, reaching for a bottle of lube on his dresser once he’s nude. the size of his dick is impressive and jungkook can feel the drool building up in his mouth; he brings his hand up to slide fingers inside, satiating the desire to suck.

jihoon wastes no time, slicking up his fingers and pushing into jungkook with two from the start. he slows his speed at the yelp jungkook lets out, but doesn’t stop moving completely, clearly intent on getting the show on the road. after what feels like an eternity, jungkook starts begging for more, the appeal seeming to be enough to get jihoon to add progressively more fingers and more torque to his thrusts.

“please daddy, please fuck koo. koo’s been good, best boy for daddy,” he slurs out around his fingers and jihoon seems to decide he’s prepped enough, wrapping his dick and pushing in so quickly jungkook moans in surprise more than pleasure.

the friction feels so good each time jihoon moves, and his aim is pretty accurate, hitting jungkook’s prostate enough to push him higher and higher so much quicker than he would have expected. it doesn’t even feel like it’s been fifteen minutes before jihoon’s choking out “gonna come soon, baby. doing so good for daddy. what do you need from daddy, just say the word.”

jungkook whines, high and loud. “nipples, play with my nipples.”

jihoon complies, balancing himself on one hand while the other comes to pinch and twist jungkook’s bud, warm hand cupping the swell of his pec. his hips don’t stop their driving motion, and before he knows it, jungkook’s coming onto the sheet below them.

his mind goes blank, pulse pounding in his ears and making everything else sound like it’s coming to him from a distance. he wants to stay in that place forever, basking in the high that his orgasm brings, but before he knows it, jihoon is pulling out to collapse on the bed next to him. “fuck, that was so good.”

jungkook hums, a little bummed that he’s been pulled out of his own head so quickly, but he can’t complain about anything else; the entire experience was one for the books, a one night stand he won’t forget anytime soon, if the shaking in his legs is anything to go by. “thank you, daddy,” he says, smiling teasingly, then climbs out of the bed to start collecting his things.

“hey, wait, don’t you want to cuddle?” jihoon asks, sitting up on his elbows, and jungkook feels some affection toward him, appreciative of how thoughtful he is.

“nah, it’s okay. i’ve got work in the morning, anyway, so i should probably head home.”

“are you sure?” and now jihoon looks a little worried, but jungkook just waves him off.

“positive. thank you so much for the good time though. you made me feel amazing.” and with that, jungkook shoots him a wide smile and heads for the door, pulling his shoes on, untied, and starting the trek back to the dorm.

—

jungkook doesn’t really realize how out of it he feels until he’s halfway back to the dorm. he moves on autopilot, forcing himself to aim for his destination and figure out what his brain’s doing once he’s not in public. he’s grateful upon arriving home that none of the band are lingering in any of the common rooms, so he heads to his own bedroom, mind still hazy as he changes into sweats and crawls into bed.

he feels weird, eyes watering just enough that tears continually threaten to fall, body buzzing like he’s just finished running a marathon, a solid ache in his chest like there’s a fist sized rock that’s taken up space in it. he flips back and forth a few times before sighing, grabbing his phone and turning on The Truth Untold on loop and leaving the phone on the nightstand.

it’s right around the first chorus that the dam breaks and he sobs, unsure why he’s even crying, but knowing that he can’t hold it back anymore.

he loses himself in his distress, not even hearing the knock at his door. he startles when there’s suddenly multiple people sitting on his bed, wiping the tears from his eyes to see vocal line.

“hey,” he has to stop to swallow down another sob that wants to come out. “hey guys. what’s up?”

seokjin looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “you’re crying, that’s what’s up.”

“yeah, bunny, what’s going on? did someone hurt you?” taehyung asks, crawling up to the head of the bed to curl up against jungkook’s side.

“we’ll hurt anyone that hurts our baby,” jimin continues, moving to mirror taehyung.

“no one hurt me, i had a great night actually. i don’t know why i’m,” he hiccups, sniffling to prevent snot from dripping out of his nose. “why i’m crying, really.”

he feels pressure on his thigh and he lifts his head to see seokjin using it as a cushion. “well, something’s clearly wrong, considering you’re in here alone, sobbing, listening to us singing one of the saddest songs we’ve ever written.” he nuzzles his cheek into the muscle of jungkook’s leg, and the tenderness of the motion draws another wail from jungkook’s throat.

everything goes quiet after that, the three singers holding jungkook close from different angles, stroking up and down his limbs, rubbing wide circles into his stomach, pressing butterfly kisses on his cheeks and hip bones. eventually, he feels less like his world is ending and with a soft “thank you”, he drifts to sleep.

—

the next day he feels fine, sending a grateful smile at vocal line as a thanks, since none of them seem like they’re chomping at the bit to bring up his breakdown. and despite how weird he felt afterwards, his romp with jihoon left him sated, so he goes back to his day to day life with no qualms.

jungkook thinks that the members may be coddling him a little more than normal, but he writes it off as just a projection of his own neediness. he overhears yoongi and hoseok one day, the words muffled due to the rest of the band playing mario kart at full volume, but still clear enough that something buried deep in jungkook’s brain tells him to pay attention, that what he’s hearing is important.

“it’s okay if—”

“EAT SHELL, MOTHERFUCKER!”

“sleep with other people, but—”

“AW, THAT ISN’T FAIR, HYUNG!”

“life isn’t fair, brat.”

“he was so out of it—”

“you’re just mad someone ate your leftovers, don’t take it out on us.”

“glad they took care of him—”

“excuse me? ‘someone’ ate my leftovers? it was you punks!”

“he’s ours.”

“you can’t prove anything, hyung!”

jungkook feels an ache in his chest, trying to file away the words for later, but the playful trash talk between the other members turns into an all out wrestling match, and he gets distracted by a throw pillow being flung at his face.

—

jungkook has another bad day a week later. it’s not the same level of horror as the day when everything got soaking wet, but he spills an entire tray of iced coffee on himself and then scuffs his knee trying to gather the trash up. he manages to make it through the rest of his shift, but when they all get back to the dorm at the end of the day, he declares that he deserves to relax and get laid.

“i’m going to the bar again, i’ll be home at some point, but i need to forget how my favorite jeans are going to reek of americano for the rest of eternity.” he gets a snort from hoseok at his phrasing, but the rest of the members just send him polite smiles; he’s confused but he honestly doesn’t care enough to figure it out, not when he’s at his mental limit for the day already.

he shrugs it off, heading to the same bar as the last time he’d gone out, hoping to get lucky in the same way; it’ll be nice to not have to put in that much effort to find a hookup.

—

the night goes almost exactly the same as the last time, jihoon happening to be at the club already when jungkook walks in. he doesn’t question his good luck, choosing instead to flirt, skipping the drink this time. they move to the dance floor right away, bodies quickly getting slick with sweat as they grind against each other.

“would you let me fuck you?” he gasps into jihoon’s ear, the man’s thigh pressing between his own and providing the perfect firmness to rut against. jihoon moans softly, nodding his head and grabbing jungkook’s hand to pull him to the door.

jungkook gets lost in haze of pheromones, letting jihoon take the lead and guide them to the same small apartment as before. he pushes jungkook down on the bed, creeping over his prone body and bending in to suck hard on jungkook’s neck. it doesn’t take long for jungkook to start begging, and jihoon preps himself, sitting on his stiff dick and riding him for almost an hour, not letting jungkook come until he himself has at least once.

when they’re laying side by side, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow, jihoon turns onto his side to try to tug jungkook close. “c’mere, baby, lemme hug you.”

jungkook just giggles. “ah, it’s okay. i’m getting tired and should head home.”

jihoon outright frowns this time. “but jungkook, you’re gonna crash.”

he just shakes his head, smiling cockily as he tugs his pants up his sweat damp legs. “i’m not driving, so don’t worry about me.”

“that’s not—” but jungkook just giggles.

“for real, i’m okay. thank you so much for another fun night, maybe i’ll see you around.” and with that he’s wiggling his fingers in a little wave, heading to the door to put his shoes back on and start the walk to the dorm.

—

he starts feeling odd about halfway back to the dorm, just like the last time he went out. he wonders why he’s experiencing this same lightheaded, unpleasant sensation again; he tries to think back to what he ate earlier, maybe he just skipped a meal? but the haze that’s causing the sensation in the first place makes it hard to think straight, memories feeling blocked off by almost a wall.

jungkook trudges onward, the only thought spinning around his head being that he needs to get back to his hyungs, needs to know that he’s safe. someone bumps into him and he murmurs an apology, focusing mainly on not falling on his face, and a tiny bit of guilt filters in, overshadowed by everything else.

before he knows it, he’s at the gate, staring at the building, large and imposing in the dark. he sighs, already dreading the solitude that awaits him once he gets upstairs, his room comfortable but empty. jungkook squares his shoulders, greeting the girl at the front desk as he heads to the elevators, slumping against the wall as soon as the doors close behind him.

walking into the living room, he’s expecting the quiet comfort of the dorm at night, but he’s instead shocked to see all six members of bangtan chatting quietly.

“hyungs?”

six heads turn to look at him and the concern on their faces is enough for the uneasy feeling reaching every part of his body to just become too much. “sweetheart,” he hears a voice say, but he can’t tell who it is over the loud sob that he’s physically unable to hold in. he brings his hands up to cover his face, anything to prevent his favorite band and crushes and employers from seeing him like this, but a set of warm hands on his forearms pulls them away, leaving him exposed.

“no,” he whines, not enjoying being seen right now, but the same hyung pulls him in for a hug. “hyung, no, you shouldn’t have to see me like this.”

“baby, it’s okay, let us help you,” and he finally realizes it’s namjoon, the older’s cushiony chest calling to jungkook to just sink into it, let the embrace happen and help take away the horrible things he’s feeling.

“i’m so gross,” he murmurs, sniffling.

“did he hurt you?” he hears from across the room, and he shakes his head.

“no, it was all really fun.”

there’s whispering from the couches and he’s filled with dread that he messed up, that his inability to keep his composure is something that he should’ve just tried harder to prevent. “koo—”

“i’m sorry.”

suddenly, another body is pressed against his back, arms circling his waist. hoseok’s voice in his ear just makes him have to choke down another sob, despite the contact being only reassuring. “why are you sorry, baby bun? you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“i’m sorry i’m a crybaby,” he says, feeling the irony of the words coming on the crest of a sob.

“for the love of god, you two, jungkook-ah needs more than just a hug,” seokjin snaps and jungkook flinches a little at the tone. seokjin seems to see the reaction because he sounds more gentle when he speaks directly to jungkook. “come let hyungs make it better, baby.”

part of jungkook is rebelling, the part that wants to be strong and independent and capable of fixing his own problems, but the part of him that just craves contact is louder. he nods, and both namjoon and hoseok seem to slump a little, presumably in relief; jungkook doesn’t know how to process that his wellbeing is so important to them.

he’s pulled from his thoughts by taehyung coming into his line of sight, his face blurry from how jungkook’s eyes are still watering. “come sit with minnie and i, we wanna hold our pretty bun.” he can feel his breath hitch at the words, but his focus is more on the beautiful lines of taehyung’s face.

jungkook shuffles across the room, led by three sets of hands, and collapses onto the same squishy armchair that he ended up in after being caught on the night that caused all of these overwhelming feelings to start, flanked by jimin and taehyung. “tell hyungs what happened,” jimin encourages from where his nose is pressed into jungkook’s hair.

“went out to the club, saw the same guy i slept with las’ time—”

“if he drugged you, i’ll kill him,” yoongi cuts in, but jungkook shakes his head adamantly.

“no, no, jihoon didn’t do anything like that. i didn’t even have anything to drink; we just danced for a little while then went back to his place. he rode me and it was really good. then i came home.”

“did he—” hoseok starts, pausing to gather his thoughts. “god, i don’t know how to even phrase this. did he tell you what to do?”

jungkook pulls his head up from where he didn’t even realize he’d been squishing it into taehyung’s armpit. “what do you mean?”

yoongi takes over. “did he call you pet names? make you feel small and safe while you were together?”

he wonders how they know what happened, how he felt, but he trusts them to not laugh so he nods. the silence is tense and he wonders what happens next. namjoon tries to get more from him next. “and you said you just left? did he offer to get you a drink or hold you or anything?”

he finally is starting to feel like his head is attached to his body again, but he still feels broken. he turns to namjoon, looking right into his deep eyes, trying to remember what he was asked. “baby, did he try to make you feel safe after?” jimin says, low in his ear.

jungkook nods, keeps nodding as he loses himself to his thoughts. he doesn’t realize how long he’s just mindlessly gesturing an affirmative but eventually he remembers something that he thinks might be relevant. “he wanted to cuddle, but i didn’t stay.”

he doesn’t even see the older move, but suddenly namjoon is right in front of him, hands cupping his cheeks and waiting until jungkook looks at him. “you didn’t stay? why not, sweetheart?”

and the same shrill voice in his brain that didn’t like him showing weakness is banging its fists on the floor, screaming for jungkook to shut up, but he doesn’t listen. can’t listen when namjoon is looking at him with only care and encouragement in his eyes, gentle like the only thing he ever wants to do is make jungkook happy.

“because he wasn’t hyungs.”

he hears a gasp, and when he turns his head, yoongi’s jaw is dropped open, seokjin beside him, wide eyed. jimin’s grip on his bicep tightens and he whimpers, unsure what to make of everything.

hoseok stands up, coming over to kneel on the floor next to namjoon, balancing himself on jungkook’s knees. “sweet, sweet, precious baby bun.” he leans up, and jungkook thinks he almost passes out when there are suddenly soft lips pressed against his. “thank you for telling us, baby. hyungs want to make you feel better, will you let us do that?”

jungkook gives in, nodding and slumping forward, resting his weight on hoseok’s chest. namjoon’s hand comes up and starts stroking his back, and he lets out a delayed yelp when he’s suddenly being lifted up, seokjin sweeping him up into his arms. “namjoon, go grab the blankets, we’re having a cuddle pile.” jungkook cries out when namjoon’s warmth disappears, but seokjin shushes him gently. “honey, don’t cry, he’ll be right back.”

jungkook reluctantly nods and seokjin rewards him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. he’s just as shocked as when it was hoseok, but his head feels heavy and the most he can do in response is curl even closer to his hyung’s chest. “‘m sleepy, hyung.”

he hears what sounds like an entire ton of pillows hitting the floor, but his attention is drawn more to where taehyung is pulling his hair from his forehead to plant a kiss between his eyes. “you’ll get to rest soon, baby.” he wonders why taehyung’s mouth didn’t move when he spoke, but jimin leaning over him to place his own kiss in the same spot taehyung did explains it, jimin continuing to speak when he pulls away. “hyungs will keep you safe, don’t worry.”

seokjin starts walking, jungkook bouncing a little in his hold, and he gets laid down gently onto the sea of blankets, only having a single second of loneliness before yoongi is tugging him to the side, pulling him against his chest. “is this okay?” he asks. “i know you’re usually the big spoon, but hyung wants to hold you tonight.”

he nods, exhaustion taking over him. he realizes, distantly, that he no longer feels like the smallest thing will shatter him, and he hopes he remembers to thank the members when he’s more put together. namjoon appears in front of him, suddenly, and slings an arm over his waist. “just sleep, bunny. we’ll talk about it tomorrow, but you need your rest.”

he thinks he feels more kisses pressed to his cheeks, but the pull of sleep is too great, dragging him away from consciousness quicker than he was expecting.

—

he wakes up alone in his bed, more drained than he should be, considering he feels well rested; he’s not used to such conflicting states of being and it makes him wonder if he dreamed everything that happened the night before. the idea of all of his crushes returning his feelings is outlandish, and he likely just collapsed into bed, cried a little bit, then passed out.

jungkook wonders if he even went to the club or if that too was a dream, but when he pulls back the blanket to plant his feet on the floor, he realizes he’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes and the zipper and denim rubbing against his dick hurt, making him sore in the way that only comes after being pushed to his limits fucking someone. he whimpers, tugging off the offending article of clothing and walking to his dresser, bottomless, to find his softest boxers.

he wanders to the bathroom, washing away the remnants of his night out, and once he feels clean again, he slowly shuffles to the kitchen, body feeling exhausted like he ran a marathon. he’s watching his own feet as he walks, trying to make sure he doesn’t trip, so it startles him to hear yoongi’s voice from close by.

“how do you feel, honey?”

jungkook grunts his response, not even sure himself how he feels, not completely. “weird dream.” he continues his mission to find breakfast, yoongi apparently deciding to join him.

“what kind of dream?” is yoongi’s response, hesitation clear in his voice.

there’s a moment where jungkook thinks he could lie, but he’s not thinking clearly enough yet to manage to come up with a lie, so the truth just falls past his lips. “you guys kissed me and i cried a lot.” he bends over in front of the open refrigerator, pulling out a can of coffee, hoping it’ll wake him up. “give me a few and i’ll be normal again; trying to stop feeling like i was hit by a truck.”

he manages to find the case of canned coffee, all the way in the back on the top shelf, and after some careful maneuvering to retrieve it, he stands back up, turning around—

to come face to face with a sleep rumpled yoongi, expression soft as he takes a step closer to jungkook. it’s then that he notices the rest of the band scattered around the room, watching them in silence, like something big is about to happen and jungkook is the only one not in on it.

yoongi takes one more step closer. “i know the crying wasn’t fun, but was the kissing bad?” he looks so serious, and jungkook doesn’t know why he wants to know.

“it,” jungkook swallows, frozen in place. he wants to look at the other members to see if maybe he’ll get context from them, but yoongi’s gaze is arresting; it feels nothing short of physically impossible to look away. “it was amazing, hyung.”

large hands cup his cheeks, yoongi taking the final step into jungkook’s space. “wasn’t a dream, baby boy.”

it feels like the whole world just stops.

“what?” he gasps, leaning forward toward yoongi like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.

“you didn’t dream it, sweetheart.”

“you—” he gulps. “you kissed me?”

yoongi pouts a little and jungkook would give him the world, if he could. “well, jin hyung and hobi did; i got to hold you while you slept, which was wonderful, but that doesn’t mean i don’t want to kiss you.”

jungkook finally manages to tear his eyes away from yoongi, looking at the others for what he should do in this situation. hoseok is looking at them with what can only be described as ‘heart eyes’, seokjin is smiling gently, taehyung’s jaw is dropped open, jimin is absently rubbing up and down his own leg while biting his lower lip, and namjoon seems like he’s barely holding himself back from pouncing.

“do you all want to kiss me?” jungkook breathes out, and faster than he thought the man was capable of moving, namjoon is suddenly standing right next to yoongi.

“bun—” he starts, bringing a hand up to reach for jungkook’s face, one of yoongi’s own dropping to make room.

“nope! no, nuh-uh,” jimin says, voice raised to break through the haze that’s engulfed them all. “someone needs to be the voice of reason and i guess it’s me this time.” when namjoon and yoongi don’t make any moves to get out of jungkook’s space, jimin stomps over, grabbing the two older member’s ears like he’s in a cartoon, and tugs them away. “you can make out after we talk about what happened last night as well as last week.”

namjoon looks chastened, but yoongi just pouts harder, slipping out of jimin’s grip to approach jungkook once more. “sit with me, bun?”

jungkook nods, and despite worrying about crushing yoongi with the bulk of his muscles, manages to be persuaded to sit on the older’s lap. once he’s comfortable enough, yoongi’s arms wrapped around his waist in a way that would be innocent if not for the rest of the morning, he clears his throat. “what do you mean about last night? i was just in a weird funk, nothing that we need to have a meeting over.”

“jungkookie,” jimin says, angling his chair so he’s facing the younger dead on. “how much do you know about bondage and kink?”

the youngest splutters, not expecting the conversation to take this turn, not even a little. “a little bit? why?”

seokjin speaks up, then. “okay, if that’s the case, do you know what subspace is?” at jungkook’s shake of the head, the oldest leans forward to link their fingers together. jungkook squeezes his hand, comforted in a way that he wouldn’t have expected from such a simple bit of contact. “sometimes, when a submissive person gets treated like they really want, it makes their mind go fuzzy.”

“some people get there through pain or degradation, others need praises and affection, but either way, it’s a mindset where it feels like you’re floating, or like a high,” hoseok adds on.

and jungkook is starting to realize that he knows exactly what they’re talking about. he’s reached that headspace before; basked in the softness everything gets shrouded in, lost time when he feels safe, coming back to himself later and feeling like he’s coming up from being underwater.

yoongi’s hand shifts to scratch at jungkook’s stomach and the feeling is comforting and calming, pulling him away from what feels like a swell of anxiety from not realizing what his brain has been doing without his permission. “so you guys think my hookup helped me reach subspace? i’m not even sure if i’m submissive, though.”

taehyung snorts and hoseok leans over to smack him in the arm. taehyung turns apologetic eyes on jungkook at his bandmate’s glare. “sorry kookie, i’m not laughing at you, i promise. you just tend to be—”

“incredibly submissive in non-sexual situations, so it wouldn’t be a reach to assume you’re the same in bed,” jimin says.

jungkook pouts. “i’m not that submissive.”

namjoon finally speaks up, expression unreadable as he looks at jungkook’s lips. “can i touch you? to help prove a point?”

yoongi tuts from behind jungkook. “keep it in your pants, joonie.”

“no, hyung, not—” namjoon sighs. “jungkook-ah, if you don’t like what i do, just shake your head and hyung will stop, okay?”

jungkook looks at him, takes in the determination on the leader’s face, and is reminded of being a teenager, watching bangtan perform on music shows and being unable to look away from what had to be the coolest person on the planet, rap monster. he’s reminded that he could probably be persuaded to do anything—climb a mountain, swim with piranhas, eat moldy bread—if it was suggested by kim namjoon in particular. with this thought in mind, he nods.

namjoon seems to let out the tension he’d been holding in his body, smile growing at jungkook’s compliance. “okay, bun.” he uses two of his fingers to lift jungkook’s chin up. he taps on his jawline before pulling away, voice deep and rich when he speaks. “open.”

there isn’t a single moment of hesitation; jungkook lets his mouth fall open, still unable to look away from the intensity of namjoon’s face. he sits there, saliva gathering in the pouches of his cheeks, tongue tempted to loll out, willing to remain like that for however long he’s asked to, but curious why namjoon commanded this of all things. then, the leader’s thumb is trailing along his lower lips, his eyes tracing the digit’s path. “good boy.”

jungkook whimpers, and that’s when namjoon takes two of his fingers and brings them to rest on jungkook’s tongue. the youngest goes still, unsure of what to do, but after the fingers exert a little bit of pressure, he can’t resist any longer, closing his mouth and sucking.

namjoon gasps, his other hand disappearing under the table, and jungkook is almost positive he knows why, can feel yoongi’s dick growing hard under his ass, seokjin’s grip on his hand growing tighter as his thighs tense up. “can imagine what that mouth would do around other things,” he mumbles, but jungkook hears it, clear as day.

whining, he tries to pull his hand away from seokjin’s, needing to touch, needing just a little pressure on his dick that he’s now realizing is so hard. seokjin just tightens even more, though. “no, be good for your hyungs, bun.”

he wants to—so, so badly—but the command is like a bucket of ice poured on him. he shakes his head, and without any question, namjoon’s hand is retreating, the look on his face full of fear, like he’s afraid he pushed jungkook too far.

“no, don’t look worried, i’m okay, just. you’re right, i’m a lot more submissive than i thought i was. but if you guys want to have the rest of this conversation, you need to stop because i was getting really close to only caring about pleasing you.”

there’s a collective groan from the entire band, before hoseok steps up to the plate. “okay, i know it’s hard—” there’s another snort from taehyung. “but we need to talk about why this is coming up at all before it happens again.”

everyone seems to be reluctant to get back to the conversation, and jungkook worries why, but taehyung decides to keep things going. “so, now that we’ve covered that you understand submission and subspace, there’s a third, less fun, word that we’ve gotta ask about. jeon jungkook, my adorable bun.” the way that he pinches jungkook’s cheek makes the younger feel like he’s having the impact of what’s about to be discussed eased a little. “have you ever heard about subdrop?”

jungkook shakes his head, trying to gather context clues, but drawing a blank. yoongi speaks close to his ear, “subdrop is when that fun rush of chemicals in your brain from being in subspace, all the endorphins that make you feel high, crash.” yoongi pauses when jungkook stiffens up, rubbing jungkook’s stomach in an attempt to calm him. “it can feel like you’re suddenly all over the place, like everything’s going wrong or like you’re numb, but there’s nothing that you can say is causing those emotions.”

“oh,” jungkook breathes.

“you might cry, or get irritable. you might want to distance yourself in an attempt to self-regulate because you don’t know any better,” jimin says, voice soft and mirroring the motions of yoongi’s hand, but on jungkook’s leg instead.

“oh,” he says again, his hyungs’ words starting to sound like they’re coming from a great distance.

“it happens because your brain has all these fun chemicals swirling around, but when you come back to your normal headspace, your brain expects those chemicals to still be there, but they aren’t and it doesn’t know how to react,” adds hoseok. “normally your dominant would help you come down gradually, give you aftercare, so it doesn’t feel like a crash.”

“but i—” it hits jungkook, then, what they’re getting at. “i left before he could—” he cuts off. “i felt like that because i didn’t let myself be taken care of? oh god, you all must think i’m stupid.”

“no, no, baby bun, don’t start thinking like that.” seokjin says, bringing one of jungkook’s hands up to his mouth to press tiny pecking kisses to each of his knuckles.

“you didn’t know any better, sweetheart. that’s why we’re having this conversation now.” jungkook looks at namjoon and can’t resist tugging one of his hands from seokjin’s, reaching out to poke namjoon’s dimple. it earns a surprised laugh from all of them, and the tension feels a little less tense all of a sudden.

he giggles, the realization that he’s sitting with all six of his crushes, everything about the situation bordering on romantic, and discussing bondage. “what would you guys do to help me? what’s good aftercare?”

it’s like they fall over themselves, then, trying to make jungkook happy, and he feels like he’s dreaming, like this couldn’t possibly be real; the only things stopping him from pinching himself are the hands now placed on his body, each of the hyungs apparently deciding they need to have contact with him. “cuddling,” yoongi starts, nuzzling his cheek into jungkook’s shoulderblade.

“so much cuddling,” adds jimin.

taehyung perks up, “snacks!”

seokjin rolls his eyes, smile teasing but tone fond. “healthy snacks. we’re not letting the pup feed you potato chips after sex.” and jungkook manages to hold in the whimper that tries to escape at the implication that they’re going to have sex with him.

“i think yoongi would let us raid his bath bomb collection for a nice soak in the tub,” hoseok says, and yoongi grumbles, but he nods that he would.

jungkook once again looks to namjoon, anticipating some huge revelation. “banana milk,” he says, which is not at all what jungkook was expecting, causing him to burst into laughter.

“that all sounds like fun but something’s missing,” he finally says, making sure to pout to add to the effect.

“anything, bunny,” hoseok says quietly.

jungkook just hums, looking from hyung to hyung, storing this moment away in his brain in case it ends up being a dream. “kisses.”

he can’t say he’s expecting to be showered in butterfly kisses to his cheeks, his hands, the tops of his feet, really anywhere the members can reach, but he’s not going to complain when it happens.

jungkook gets about two minutes of sweet pecks to his cheeks before the sound of all of bangtan’s phones going off at the same time brings the moment to a halt.

“fuck, we have stuff to do today, don’t we?” taehyung says, pouting.

there are nods and sighs and jungkook is incredibly disappointed when everybody starts pulling away from him. “wait, what—”

yoongi scritches near his ear. “don’t worry, bun, you’re coming with us.” it doesn’t necessarily answer his questions, but it’s enough reassurance to climb off the older’s lap and rush to his room to put on real clothes.

jungkook ends up being the first one ready, waiting in the entranceway for the band to show up again. he’s debating on texting bambam to update him, maybe even gloat that he gets spoiled by his crushes while bambam is stuck pining over blackpink from afar, but hoseok appears from around the corner right as he’s patting his pockets to find his phone.

“kookie!” hoseok says, smiling brightly at the younger. “the others still aren’t ready?”

he shakes his head. “nope! just me so far.”

the older hums and jungkook thinks it’s the end of the conversation. he’s about to go back to figuring out which pocket his phone is in, but hoseok suddenly appears right in front of him, placing a hand on his wrist, stilling jungkook’s movements. “hey, pretty boy.”

jungkook flushes, unsure how to respond in the face of such blatant flirting. “h-hey hobi hyung.”

the hand on his wrist starts migrating upward, fingers trailing lightly along the skin of his neck, coming up to graze his cheek. “you were so good for us, earlier; listening to everything your hyungs had to say. would you like your reward for being such an obedient bun?”

jungkook shivers, biting his own lip. “bun gets a reward?”

he can hear hoseok’s breath hitch from this close up, and while he’s curious what caused it, he’s quickly distracted by hoseok’s other hand at the nape of his neck. “if bun wants, he’ll get all the rewards his little heart desires.” it makes jungkook beam, and he nods, excited for whatever his hyung is planning. hoseok looks into his eyes, the intensity making jungkook shiver again, then murmurs, “push me away if you need to.”

and then he’s leaning in, lips planting firmly against jungkook’s. the younger whimpers, hands coming up to grip at the fabric of hoseok’s shirt, trying to push the older to speed things up by nibbling at his lips.

hoseok pulls back, cheeks red and eyelids already a little heavy, just from a simple kiss. “does my pretty bun want more?” at jungkook’s fervent nod, he dives back in, not resisting when jungkook goes straight back into his attempts to get him to open his mouth. “needy baby.”

jungkook nods, not bothering to fight the accusation, gasping when hoseok takes the confirmation as permission to lick into the younger’s mouth, swallowing down his moan as he brings their bodies even closer together, hips colliding for a slow grind. jungkook tugs at the front of hoseok’s shirt, and the older pulls away to catch his breath, hand gripping tight in jungkook’s hair and tugging, drawing a choked moan from him. “such a pretty bun, my sweet baby girl—”

jungkook will examine later why that makes his dick kick inside his pants, but before he can process anything about it, there’s a throat clearing from a few feet away. hoseok jumps back, jungkook turning in shock at the realization that they’re not alone, and sees the rest of the band watching them. none of them look mad, instead their expressions look awed, and it makes jungkook smile.

namjoon seems to be the first to snap out of it. “okay, while that was one of the best things i’ve seen in a while, we need to leave.” no one makes a move to put shoes on and clearly namjoon is getting tired of having to be in charge, for his tone is more stern when he tells them to get their asses in gear. “we’ll all have our turn with him, but we need to go, the car is waiting outside.”

jungkook squeaks. “you all want to kiss me?”

the leader seems to soften at that. “of course, baby, as long as you want it, too.” when jungkook nods eagerly, he laughs. “perfect, but it can happen after we leave.”

the rest of the band laugh a little when jungkook rushes to grab his shoes, but can he be blamed when starting their day means he’s one step closer to getting kissed again?

—

he doesn’t end up having to wait for long.

jungkook gets into the back row of seats in the van, buckling up and settling his bag at his feet. he remembers his desire to text his friend and makes to pull out his phone once again, but he’s stopped by a sudden lapful of kim taehyung.

“hyung!” he admonishes, but taehyung just smiles all wide and pretty.

“are you telling me i can’t have my turn?” and jungkook knows the older would pout, but he seems unable to hide his glee about what’s happening.

“you—” jungkook gulps when taehyung pulls back. he’s disappointed on some level that the older is actually listening to him, but that evaporates when he realizes taehyung’s only shifting to be able to straddle jungkook’s thighs. as soon as he seems comfortable, he slides closer to jungkook’s torso, stopping when he can’t go any further. “you should be buckled up, taetae hyung. safety first, remember?”

taehyung’s smile grows even more and then, without a word, he’s draping his arms over jungkook’s shoulders and diving in for a kiss.

it’s all tongue and teeth and jungkook might want this band to baby the everloving fuck out of him, but he’s not inexperienced, so he knows it’s not the best kissing technique, but taehyung’s enthusiasm makes up for a lot. when he pulls away, jungkook giggles. “god, i get why they call you puppy, now.”

any of taehyung’s playfulness disappears, his expression going harder suddenly; it sends a thrill through jungkook that makes him whimper. “you don’t get to call me that, bunny, at least not when you’re not a drooling, babbling mess.”

jimin’s voice from nearby should startle him, but he’s feeling even more fuzzy than he did from hoseok’s kiss, this entire experience pushing him further into what he’s pretty sure is the subspace they talked about earlier. “aw, are my two pets having fun?” he strokes a finger along the underside of jungkook’s jaw, and it draws a groan from him.

“i— pets?”

he gets to watch from up close as jimin grips firmly onto taehyung’s chin, pulling him in for a wet and dirty kiss; the sight of it is a surprise, but maybe it shouldn’t be, not with how inseparable the two are in every other facet of their lives. he can feel his dick getting hard again, and taehyung’s loud whine makes his hips buck.

the two stop kissing abruptly, turning in unison to look at jungkook. “no, bunny. you don’t get to play with puppy, not yet.”

it crashes through jungkook, then, what jimin meant by ‘pets’. he feels like he’s short circuited, staring wide eyed at jimin while images of bunny ears and tail plugs flood his brain. jimin must be concerned by his silence, though, because any of the domineering attitude he had rushes away suddenly. “are you okay? is this too much?”

jungkook stutters over his words, wanting to feel small under jimin’s gaze again. “no, not too much, fuck, please, wanna be your bunny.” both taehyung and jimin groan at that, taehyung’s hand coming down to palm at jungkook through his jeans, his other hand doing the same to himself. the sensation of being touched by any of his crushes is almost too much, pushing him close so quickly he gets dizzy. “please, jimin hyung. kiss?”

“we’ll talk about it more later, fuck,” jimin gasps, leaning in to land his lips on jungkook’s own parted ones. he dives right in, tracing along the younger’s teeth and sucking on his tongue. jungkook’s hands come up to hold onto any part of jimin he can reach, and all it takes is a well timed bite to jungkook’s lower lip alongside a firm press of taehyung’s hand, and he’s coming into his pants.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, waves of pleasure rolling over him and jimin slows the kiss down a little, taehyung mouthing at his neck.

“jesus,” comes from the row in front of them, hissed out by what sounds like a flustered seokjin. “you guys need to stop, we’re almost there and, as bad of an idea as this whole safety hazard was, the only worse idea is having jizz in your pants onstage.”

it seems like the older’s words strike a chord in jimin and taehyung, considering they pull away abruptly. it yanks a whine out of jungkook and the two of them soften up, cooing at him and petting his hair, making him feel less nervous about being alone. he’s surprised at how quickly the sexual tension evaporated, but maybe performing with cold come in your boxers is even more unpleasant than he can imagine.

—

jungkook assumes that seokjin was more into their little show earlier than he’d let on, since as soon as he’s done getting his hair and makeup touched up, he’s tackling jungkook to the floor of the music bank dressing room they’ve been assigned.

“hello, koo,” he says, voice low and smile sly. jungkook wiggles, testing the hold seokjin has on his wrists, finding himself pinned to the ground. “you’re looking mighty tasty, sweetheart. makes hyung wanna ravish you.”

jungkook whines, loudly, and immediately freezes up. “jin hyung, there are people—”

“don’t worry, honey, they’re not a problem.”

he wonders about the validity of that statement, but seokjin leaning in to bite at his neck takes his mind off his concerns. “hyung!”

seokjin hums. “tasty, just like i expected.” he licks his lips and the gesture is enough to make jungkook giggle, pulled away from his arousal just a little. he decides to fight back, wants to get the upper hand and show seokjin that he’s just as strong, but when he bucks up, seeking to shove his hyung off balance, he just gets an even tighter grip on his wrists and a sharper grin. “feisty. i like it.”

it hits jungkook, then, that seokjin is hard against his thigh. the realization that their play fighting is riling up his hyung, just as much as it is himself, drives him to tease even more. “god, hyung, is this some kind of wolf kink thing? are you—” he gasps, dramatically, “a furry?”

“you little brat—” he manages to yank jungkook’s arms up, using a single hand to keep them anchored there, and draws up jungkook’s shirt with his other hand, smacking down onto the tensed muscles of his abs. “don’t be mouthy or hyung won’t take it easy on you.”

there’s a sharp gasp nearby and he manages to tune in to hear yoongi’s dazed voice. “god, he’s so pretty when he’s helpless.”

it all comes together at once to fill him with a sudden, desperate need; he arches, trying to get seokjin’s touch back on his stomach, and when it doesn’t return, he throws away his pride in order to beg.

“just fucking kiss me, hyung, please!”

he registers the sound before he feels the sting as seokjin brings his palm down again, right under jungkook’s bellybutton. “ah!” and as soon as his mouth falls open to cry out, seokjin is swooping in, pushing his tongue straight into jungkook’s mouth and working to get the younger’s own to move. the air is heavy and seokjin feels all-consuming; it makes jungkook’s dick throb and he tries once again to get friction to it, planting his feet to attempt to brush himself against seokjin’s hip.

he yanks his mouth away from jungkook’s, making him cry out. “no.”

jungkook startles, the hardness of the denial feeling like a slap to the face. “but, hyung!”

“you take what you’re given like a good boy, or you get nothing at all.”

the call of someone from the venue’s staff catches his attention. “five minutes!” with that fact in mind, and seokjin’s tentative expression while he sees if he’s pushing jungkook too far, jungkook makes a decision.

summoning his acting skills, he ignores how badly he wants to be taken by seokjin, willingness to bend to his every command being shoved to the back of his brain. he smirks, wide and cocky. “prove it, hyung. you can’t deny me anything, and you know it.”

he lays there, hoping he hasn’t pressed the wrong buttons, but he watches as everything clicks for seokjin, his expression turning sly as he laughs. “you’re lucky we haven’t discussed limits yet, koo, you won’t get punished for that; one day, if you want it as much as i think you do, i’m gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

jungkook keens, yanking his hands out of seokjin’s grip to instead tug the older down to kiss him hard, not letting him leave the liplock until the staff member from before appears again to summon bangtan to the stage.

—

while the members perform, jungkook works to calm himself down. he goes to the bathroom, tries to wipe up as much of his own come as he can, no longer loving the thought of people knowing what happened if they were to look closely at the tiny damp spot, not now that he’s not swimming in arousal. he’s not stupid, he realizes that they’re going to do more than just kiss him, knows he’s going to get what he wants, but they also all seem set on talking about it before they do anything. and he’s happy about that! it’s reassuring to know that all six of them care so much about him and his comfort and safety. but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s horny and doesn’t want to guilt them into doing anything more than what they’re willing to give.

what he isn’t expecting, however, is to finally get his dick to go soft—the thought of seokmin throwing up all over the shoe rack in their college dorm tends to work wonders for killing a boner—so he can laze around and browse the internet, and have his efforts all be for naught when the band comes back into the room, sweaty from performing, and have yoongi come over and yank him up from the couch.

“wha—”

“if you’re up for it, hyung wants to fuck your throat.”

silence takes over the entire room, and jungkook doesn’t care that everyone is basically listening, now. he just wants.

“please, please, please,” he begs, tears already springing to his eyes over how badly he wants this. he drops to his knees at the slightest pressure from yoongi’s hand on his shoulder, spreading his thighs apart to anchor himself.

“lemme see your tongue, bun,” yoongi says from above him, and he drops his mouth open, hoping he’s as enticing as he wants to be. “i know we haven’t talked about safewords and stuff yet, but i need you to pinch me, smack me, push me away, whatever you need to do to get me to stop if i’m hurting you, okay?”

jungkook nods, and it feels like he’s overheating already, sweat beading on his forehead, yoongi’s dick long and pretty when he finally gets to see it pulled out of his jeans. he lets out a choked noise, body swaying forward a little to try to get his lips on it, but yoongi’s hand on his shoulder holds him in place. “okay, baby?”

it’s then that jungkook realizes what he wants. “wait!” yoongi goes stiff, his erection already starting to wilt at the urgency in jungkook’s voice, and that’s not at all what he wants. “no, not—” he pushes past the resistance of his hyung’s hands to lean in, lips wrapping around the head of yoongi’s dick to suck a little. “don’t go soft, need you in my mouth, just—” he says when he pulls away, watching yoongi fight back the urge to thrust. “can i touch myself, hyung?”

he’s once again reminded that the rest of the band is in the room, watching, because they all let out noises that indicate arousal.

yoongi curses, hand fisting into jungkook’s hair. “of course you can, bun.”

jungkook thinks that’s it, that he’ll get to deepthroat his hyung, finally, but there’s a sharp pain in the middle of his back that makes him jolt. “what the fuck!” he turns around and there’s a— bottle of lube?

“sorry!” jimin chirps, looking embarrassed. “didn’t mean to hit you, just wanted you to have it!”

“thank you?” jungkook grabs it, looking at the label in confusion. he’s just going to jerk off, doesn’t really need the extra slick, so it’s not really a necessity. “why would i—”

yoongi bends over, then, to get close to jungkook’s ear. “jimin was probably thinking about when we're done; you're gonna wanna get comfy, right?” jungkook nods, confused how it all fits together, but not denying that his knees are going to ache. yoongi smiles, and despite his attempts otherwise, it's the furthest thing from innocent jungkook has ever seen. “maybe joonie will let you curl up in his lap.”

the tone is suspiciously sly, so he turns to namjoon. the older is flushed, hands fisted at his sides, and—

“oh, fuck, okay, got it.” he unbuttons his jeans, tugging them down below his ass cheeks, no longer caring who sees, not if the members don’t give a shit. he turns again as he slicks up his fingers, eyes landing on where namjoon’s—apparently massive—cock is tenting his pants, and the whine he lets out is so desperate he wouldn’t blame anyone for teasing him over it.

he’s still locked onto namjoon’s dick when he brings his first finger to touch his rim, and that’s when namjoon seems to give into temptation, hands flying to his zipper.

“namjoon-ah, you might want to hold off. sweet thing here seems more than willing to help you out, if you can wait.” and jungkook knows he doesn’t need to, but he can’t stop himself from nodding along to yoongi’s words.

“c’mon, yoongs, give us a show,” seokjin rasps out, and it makes jungkook turn back just in time for yoongi to come closer, putting pressure on the hinge of jungkook’s jaw to make him open up, and pushes in.

“fuck, that feels good, baby,” he groans out, other hand tightening in jungkook’s hair to hold him in place. the weight of his cock on jungkook’s tongue is heavenly and he just moans when it slides back out, friction satisfying something deep inside of him. “been wanting to use your pretty mouth for so long, make your lips get all puffy so you can’t pretend like you haven’t been sucking dick.”

the thought of everyone knowing about him letting his employers use him is humiliating, so it shocks jungkook when it settles hot in his chest, making his dick drip precome. yoongi seems to catch his desperate little wiggle, maybe he notices that the pool on the floor below jungkook’s leaky dick has grown, or perhaps he just already knows what jungkook’s into, even if he himself hasn’t figured this one out yet. “you like the idea of strangers knowing you’re a good little toy for your hyungs?”

jungkook whines, the sound only cutting off when yoongi finally pushes deeper, making jungkook gag. he pulls out right away, letting the younger catch his breath, but as soon as he whines again from yoongi’s stillness, there’s cock once again down his throat.

“he takes it so well, doesn’t he?” comes hoseok’s voice.

“i’m pretty sure he has an oral fixation, so it’s not too shocking. hot as hell, though.” this time it’s jimin.

“maybe he’ll like that dildo gag minnie and i bought that hurts my throat. it doesn’t seem like he’s having any trouble with yoongi hyung’s dick; if anything, he’s loving it,” taehyung says, chipper tone in contrast to the words he’s speaking.

the thing is, taehyung isn’t wrong. the feeling of being used by yoongi, in front of everyone, is like fire in his veins. he wants to quench it, to find release so it’ll stop feeling like he’s about to combust. he realizes all at once that two fingers isn’t enough, that the light brushes to his prostate aren’t getting him there fast enough, that he needs more of the stretch.

he slides in a third finger, groaning deep in his chest at the pure pleasure it brings, and startles at how yoongi’s thrusting falters, his grip going even tighter, the tugs to jungkook’s scalp sending more pleasure to his dick. “fuck, pretty baby, can hyung come in your pretty mouth?”

jungkook nods as best as he can, forcing a fourth finger inside and gripping yoongi’s ankle with his other hand, refusing to touch his cock just yet. two more deep thrusts later and yoongi stills, forcing jungkook to swallow quickly to avoid choking as his come goes straight down his esophogas. the older pulls out, dropping to his knees in front of jungkook, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

he pants through it, letting yoongi just take, basking in the raw sexual pleasure centered around his groin, while whining at how the kiss grows so much more tender the longer yoongi teases his lower lip and flicks his tongue against jungkook’s. he whimpers, tugging his fingers out of his ass to apply more lube but disliking how empty it makes him; yoongi just chuckles against his mouth, placing a soft kiss on jungkook’s cheek before getting back up to go collapse against hoseok.

for a solid five minutes, jungkook kneels in the center of the room, fingering his own ass, the eyes of six of the hottest men on the planet burning into his skin. he wants more, wants to come so badly, but he can’t bring himself to stop, the feeling of being full and wanted satisfying him in a way he can’t explain. he only stops when there’s a loud cackle from seokjin.

“having trouble there, joon-ah?”

jungkook turns around completely, curious what’s happening, and realizes suddenly that his mouth is still dropped open; knows this because a string of drool falls out of it and drips low at how hungry the scene in front of him makes him.

he assumes the pressure of namjoon’s bottoms was starting to hurt, because the older’s dick is now hanging out in the open, long and thick and jungkook’s unsure if he’s ever wanted something in his ass more than in this moment. he throws the last of his shame to the wind and crawls over, sitting on his feet in front of namjoon.

“rapmon hyung,” slips out of jungkook’s mouth, and the laugh from hoseok should be proof enough that it’s the least sexy thing he could say, but namjoon’s dick twitches and jimin sounds amazed when he calls out to jungkook.

“baby bun, how long have you been wanting your rapmon hyung to fuck you?”

jungkook’s hit with flashes of memory, the thought of himself at sixteen, jerking off to pictures of namjoon’s thighs. dreaming about sucking on namjoon’s nipples as the man started to bulk up. fucking himself with a dildo a few years ago when the clip of namjoon’s deep deep everyday voice came out.

and jungkook has very real feelings for the rest of the men he’s putting on a show for, knows that even if he hasn’t acknowledged it yet in its entirety, the word ‘love’ floats around his brain and permeates his day to day life around them, but namjoon was his first crush and something about being at his knees, ready to give him anything he asks for, hits him hard.

“please,” he asks, quietly, the moment feeling big.

namjoon audibly gulps. “c’mon sweetheart, answer your jimin hyung’s question.”

he doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to reveal just how deeply he wants all of them, but he refuses to leave this room unfucked. “since your debut.”

there’s a loud gasp from one of the members, but it’s just background noise as namjoon seems to decide he’s done waiting, hands slipping under jungkook’s armpits and pulling him up into his lap, legs flailing as they land on hoseok’s thighs. “can someone get his pants off? please?”

“yeah, yeah, kiss him and get it over with,” is the fond response from yoongi, and jungkook looks up at namjoon, trying to prepare himself for the last person he ever expected to kiss him to, well, kiss him.

“‘s not just me, right?” namjoon asks, hand cupping jungkook’s cheek. “‘s all of us, right jungkook-ah?”

jungkook hopes he’s answering the right question, but there’s something in his gut telling him that he knows exactly what namjoon is worried about. “all of you. want you all so much. you’re just,” he cuts off, startling at the denim of his jeans and his boxers being yanked off his legs suddenly. “didn’t know i was gay till i saw a video of you, rapping about dreams, tryin’ to get people to audition.”

namjoon looks stunned, and it feels like slow motion when he moves, leaning up to kiss jungkook hard. he takes control immediately, tilting jungkook’s head wherever he wants it, one of his hands gripping his shoulder firmly, the other copying yoongi from earlier and tangling in jungkook’s hair. jungkook pulls away to gasp in a breath, putting a hand on namjoon’s chest to hold him back for a moment. “‘m gonna come, hold on, lemme calm down.”

he manages to get a grip on his arousal, choosing to move so he can straddle namjoon instead, precome covered cock sliding against namjoon’s as he shifts. they both groan, loudly, and a staff member that he didn’t even realize was still in the room just chuckles.

“bet he has a daddy kink.”

apparently there’s more staff than that and jungkook will be embarrassed later but for now he just listens. “bet they both have a daddy kink.”

and he’s used the name before, called exes and hookups and even his friends when he wanted free food “daddy”, knows it gets him what he wants and he’s not ashamed to use that. but now, looking at a flustered namjoon, his broad chest heaving, clearly keeping himself from just taking from jungkook, he realizes that maybe he understands the actual appeal of the word.

knowing that he’s safe, that namjoon’s gentle nature won’t allow him to shame jungkook for anything, he presses a soft kiss to the older’s lips, pulling away to speak loud enough for only namjoon to hear. “fuck me, daddy?”

he gets to watch in real time as namjoon’s pupils dilate, gasping when his large hands settle onto his ass cheeks. “are you clean?” he asks, voice so low it sounds like he’s growling.

jungkook nods. “haven’t gone bareback in years.”

“good,” he says, lifting jungkook like he weighs nothing and yanking him forward. “hobi, help—”

“i got you,” hoseok says gently, and jungkook doesn’t know how he’s helping until he feels three fingers press into him without any warning. “he’s good, i’ll hold your dick.”

jungkook would laugh at how they’re using teamwork to fuck him, but the head of namjoon’s dick pressing to his hole keeps his attention, the pressure on his rim as it forces his hole to make room is amazing. “oh fuck, daddy, more.”

namjoon teases him, pushing like he’s about to slip in, and once the very tip breaches, hoseok pulls away, jungkook putting all of his weight in namjoon’s hands, ready to be filled like he’s been dreaming of. a door slamming in the distance startles namjoon, though, and in his shock, he lets go.

it all happens so fast, jungkook can’t get himself to do anything other than flail as he sinks down onto namjoon’s dick in one go. the older lets out a loud yell at the sudden sensation, too, his hands flying back up to hold jungkook’s waist. “oh shit, oh, fuck, jungkook are you okay?”

jungkook can only hear the rush of blood in his ears, body tingling from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. the rest of the members jump up, surrounding them, lips all moving quickly; jungkook sees it happen, but it’s like his entire world has narrowed down to the thick length buried in his ass. he blinks, then shakes his head like he’s trying to clear water from his ears, then realizes namjoon isn’t saying anything, is just sitting there with his eyes clenched shut and mouth a thin line. the concern he’s suddenly flooded with seems to burst the bubble that he’s found himself in, and suddenly the overlapping voices of the other five members of bangtan are loud in his ears.

“—holy shit are you bleeding?”

“why isn’t he responding?”

“yoongi, check on namjoon—”

“do we need to call the doctor?”

he looks from one of them to the other, shaking his head slightly. when he goes to open his mouth to tell them he’s fine, his brain decides to kickstart the rest of his senses again, and he suddenly realizes why namjoon is reacting the way he is— jungkook has been subconsciously rocking his hips back and forth the whole time. just small, gentle sways, but it’s enough to keep both of them on edge.

“m’re,” he gasps out and it stuns them all into silence. he stops moving, hoping to snap namjoon out of it, hopes it’ll drive him to give into his base instincts and just move, but he doesn’t fuck into him, doesn’t react at all. “‘s okay, joonie?” he slurs, and falls against namjoon’s chest, wanting to help somehow. “‘re you hurt?”

namjoon’s arms come up to wrap around his back, and he pulls jungkook close, letting out a huge shuddering breath. “are you okay, sweetheart?”

jungkook nods. “‘m okay, daddy, why aren’ you fuckin’ me, though?”

the anxious tension breaks suddenly, namjoon gripping jungkook tightly and twisting his body, moving to lay the younger out on the couch that opened up when the members rushed to check on them. he pulls out, ignoring jungkook’s cries as he speaks. “pretty baby falls on my dick and we all worry, but he just wants more.” he punctuates the last word with a hard thrust, and it makes jungkook scream.

“please, daddy, please!” he begs, sore hole aching, but the pressure against his prostate is going straight to his dick.

“such a good boy, using his manners for his daddy,” he hears from his side, and when he turns his head he sees jimin, kneeling so he’s level with jungkook’s head. “gonna let him come in you? let it leak out of your pretty hole until we get home?”

jungkook nods frantically, whimpering with each thrust. “wan’ daddy’s come, please please please—”

there’s a hand suddenly on his dick and he looks to see who it is, not entirely sure that it isn’t his own hand, not with how loose limbed and fuzzy he feels. his eyes follow the arm it’s attached to, all the way up to namjoon who’s still fucking into him roughly. “tell daddy what you want, baby bun,” he says, thumb pressing against jungkook’s slit.

“wan’ come, daddy!”

namjoon just chuckles, the sound strained. “thought you wanted daddy’s come, bun?”

and jungkook is so confused, wants both and doesn’t understand why his daddy doesn’t just know that. he opens his mouth to voice that concern, but doesn’t get to say anything, because a set of hands grips tight onto his nipples and squeezes, the sensation going straight to his cock and without a word of warning, he’s crying out as he comes.

he doesn’t even have to beg namjoon to come inside of him, the older following him over the edge a few thrusts later. he pulls out and jungkook winces, hole sensitive from the abuse it’s taken. he gets scooped up into someone’s lap, curled against their chest, and it takes him a little while to realize it’s namjoon he’s burying his face into. “hyung?”

“it’s okay, baby, hyung’s got you.”

“tired.”

“we’ll be going home soon, kookie. get some rest, our wonderful bunny.”

jungkook nods, listening to his hyungs talk quietly as he lets himself relax.

“wow, hyung, you went full fanfic alpha male on his ass,” he hears jimin say between giggles.

namjoon’s chest rumbles under jungkook’s ear as he speaks. “you’re telling me you wouldn’t have done the same thing?”

“i mean, i don’t really know, hyung. i don’t have a daddy kink.” and jungkook snorts, going to tease jimin for the pet play thing from earlier, but he never gets the words out, drifting off to the steady rise and fall of namjoon’s chest as he breathes instead.

—

the next day he wakes up in seokjin’s bed, but it’s empty. dread fills his gut but it’s soon replaced with confusion. if they regret what happened and left him alone, why did they do so in one of their beds instead of his? he groans, rolling onto his side to get showered and figure everything out, but the crinkle of paper catches his attention.

he sits up, looking at the bed next to him, and realizes he’s laying in a sea of photocopies of the same paper. he picks one up, scanning the text on it to discover that bangtan had dance practice and couldn’t stick around while they waited for him to wake up. the note ends with a request for him to come join them, so he smiles, preparing to head back to his own room to change, but upon standing, realizes how sore his entire body is.

“oh, fuck, that’s not good,” he grumbles to himself as he takes a tentative step, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his rear.

he takes his time getting ready, requesting a driver to bring him to the building so he doesn’t need to attempt to walk there. once he’s dropped off, he stops at the small cafe in the lobby to pick up cups of lemonade for the members, hobbling to the elevator and hoping he doesn’t spill one of them on the floor. he makes it into one of the lifts just in time, the two men inside holding the door for him, and he sighs as he finally relaxes a little.

“had fun last night?” one of them says into the silence as they go up to the higher floors. jungkook is stunned, not expecting a stranger to ask him something so personal.

“excuse me? who are you to be asking that?” he turns to send a glare at the man, but he’s confused when the expression he gets in return is equally confused.

“i—” he looks at the other worker for backup and jungkook realizes he’s just as baffled looking. “isn’t that your job? i wasn’t trying to be rude, i’m sorry.”

“my, my job?”

there’s hesitation on the part of the two men, but one of them finally speaks up. “weren’t you hired so bangtan wouldn’t fuck around?”

“what? i was hired as a personal assistant!” the bell dings as they arrive on jungkook’s floor, but he refuses to just let this go. “come with me for a minute, i need to know what you’re talking about.”

the three of them walk into the hallway, and jungkook looks around to make sure they’re alone before he even thinks about entertaining this idea. “okay, what the actual fuck are you talking about?”

one of the men gulps. “hold on, i’ve got—” he digs in his pockets for his phone, scrambling to find something on it while the other man takes over.

“we were all sent a notice, told to make sure you felt safe and what you’d be doing around the company. we’ve all signed ndas, so it’s not something known outside of our staff, but they had to notify us of who you are.”

“found it!” jungkook turns to look at the phone being held in front of him. it’s an email, clearly mass sent, from bang sihyuk himself. he scans the lines of it, and it checks out against what he’s just been told, and he’s baffled.

“they’re—”

“oh god, i’m so sorry, jungkook-ah. we can show you where human resources is to file—”

“they were supposed to be fucking me this whole time?” he screeches. “and they weren’t?”

he turns to storm off to the dance practice room, planning to give his hyungs a piece of his mind, but he remembers the two strangers. “thank you, seriously. i had no idea that’s what was supposed to be happening, i appreciate the explanation.”

“if you’re sure you don’t need HR, jungkook-ssi—”

“oh, i’m positive, i just now have six musicians that have a lot of explaining to do.” he smiles brightly and turns on his heel, hindered only slightly by the limp from how tender he still feels.

—

jungkook slams open the door, ignoring the wave of heat that rolls out from so many bodies exerting energy in an enclosed space, and when all six members of bangtan turn to look at him, he yells to be heard over the music.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

there’s a scramble as the music gets paused, foreheads get wiped off, and the tray of drinks gets removed from jungkook’s hands.

taehyung is first to speak. “we tried to leave you enough notes so you wouldn’t worry, should we have left more?”

jungkook’s annoyance falters at taehyung’s earnest answer. “no, taetae hyung, that was fine, thank you guys for doing that.”

“did someone harass you?” is the next attempt from them to figure it out, this time from yoongi.

“no. i mean, not intentionally, at least.”

that seems to catch their attention, the whole group rushing to stand near him. “who hurt you?” yoongi continues.

“no one, hyung, i’m just annoyed that i only just now found out what i was actually hired to do.”

with the music paused, jungkook is sure he’d be able to hear a pin drop. he lets them stew in their guilt for a little bit, enjoying the dread on their faces that echoes how he felt in the elevator. “well?”

they all look to namjoon, and jungkook has to fight back laughter at how comical it is to see them defer to their leader, even in sexual situations. “we meant to tell you after the first week, i swear,” he says. jungkook hums, waiting for more. “we wanted to get to know you, make sure you were safe and compatible, but then—”

hoseok cuts him off. “then we found out how much we adore you, and that we didn’t want to ruin the closeness that was building by dropping the bombshell on you that you were hired as practically a sex worker.”

it crosses jungkook’s mind, then, about a very large hole in their plan. “but what if i hadn’t wanted to do that?”

“we would’ve given you the option to either be a normal personal assistant, release you from your contract so you wouldn’t have the failed experiment on your resume, or if we built up only a friendship, we’d have gone with the second option, but stayed in contact,” namjoon explains.

“shit, is this why the staff has been weirdly chill about everything?”

“yeah, they,” jimin coughs to clear his throat. “they all knew about you being hired, and all of them are here to do a job so the ones that didn’t want to see it were swapped to work with other groups.”

jungkook goes quiet, processing this. seokjin breaks the silence, though. “are you mad? we can figure out a solution to fix everything, i promise.”

he can’t hold back his smile. “oh, i’m not mad, not even a little. i’m just really annoyed.” he waits, refusing to offer up more information until someone asks for his reasoning.

“how are you not mad, jungkook-ah?” taehyung’s voice asks, so quiet that it almost gets lost in the overwhelming silence surrounding them.

“i’m annoyed because i’ve been living, for literal months, with the six men i’ve had a crush on since i was a teenager, and they never bothered to tell me that they’re paying me to sleep with them.” he lets that stew, and he can see it clicking in their heads, the worry on their faces dissipating to be replaced by curiosity, excitement, and in jimin’s case, arousal. “i’m not mad because this whole thing sounds like a dream come true, i’m just not thrilled that i had to find out through some random guy in an elevator.”

“so you wanna keep doing this?” hoseok asks, eyes bright.

“do i want to get paid to sleep with the hottest band in the entire world?” jungkook asks, raising an eyebrow.

he thinks his answer is enough, but yoongi comes forward and places his hands on jungkook’s shoulders. “i know what you’re trying to get at, but now that you know that’s why you were hired, are you okay with everything? our time with you has been amazing so far, and it’ll probably just keep getting better, but we can’t keep going if you’re harboring feelings of discomfort.”

jungkook swallows, grateful for the seriousness from yoongi. “i mean, i’m the only one you guys hired for this, right?” he’s worried, suddenly, about the potential for another pretty boy who bangtan keep around to get off with.

“you’re the only one, for sure.” jimin answers, nothing but honesty in his tone. “well, the only one except for us.”

“except for—” jungkook cocks his head to the side. “you?”

“oh, um,” jimin looks from member to member, eyes just as fond as when he looks at jungkook. “we all kind of mess around sometimes? y’know to let off stress.”

“but, if you have each other, why do you need someone else?”

jimin smiles ruefully. “it’s hard to fuck out the stress when the person you’re fucking caused the stress in the first place.”

there’s a pause, then jungkook bursts into laughter. “yeah, that makes sense, even though i wish it didn’t.” when his laughter dies down, they all just stand there, smiling at each other. eventually, jungkook speaks up, smiling wide. “can we sit down? i spent my hard earned money on those drinks and my leg has long since gone numb from how sore i am from yesterday. you guys sure know how to show a boy a good time”

jungkook watches them as they finish up their dance practice, no longer hiding their affections towards each other, as well as occasionally coming up to pull him into a kiss. it all feels wonderful, like there are infinite possibilities out there, and jungkook is excited to explore them all.

an alarm starts buzzing around dinner time, and they pack up their stuff and move as if in a herd on their way to the car outside. “after dinner we have to have a serious adult conversation,” seokjin mentions offhandedly about halfway back home. “we went into yesterday really underprepared and we’re just lucky everyone had fun. before anything else happens, it’s kink negotiation time.”

jungkook groans, not wanting to have to deal with discussions when they could be cuddling him, but he nods in agreement, turning to bother jimin for the rest of the ride.

—

“okay, so let’s start with what you’re into, kookie,” hoseok says. they’re still sitting in the dining room, dinner dishes cleared but they’ve collectively made the decision to talk in a neutral space, somewhere bright and familiar.

jungkook thinks, images of things he’s done and things he’s seen in porn swirling around his head. “well, i love being fucked, to start.” there are nods and it gives him the courage to keep going. “i do like topping, but i’m realizing now that i don’t love being in control when it happens.”

“ah, a service top. now we have two!” jungkook is about to ask who yoongi means, but the flush that appears on taehyung’s face explains a lot.

he gets lost in watching taehyung squirm and doesn’t realize the rest of the band are waiting for him to continue until he’s nudged by jimin. “c’mon, koo. what else do you like?”

“i like to be called pretty,” he mumbles, earlier confidence starting to dissipate with the knowledge that they’re all watching him.

“can you speak up, sweetheart? we want to make sure we know what will make you feel good.” jungkook looks at seokjin, the man staring back with encouragement and curiosity in his eyes. he nods, turning to hoseok.

“i think i want to explore being treated like a girl. i think the term is feminization? i’m not sure what my limits are yet, but you called me a pretty girl and it hasn’t left my brain since.”

hoseok smiles, looking excited that jungkook is potentially into something that he’s also into. “i’ve got an oppa kink a mile wide, so i’m definitely your guy to try it with.” the thought of calling any of the members ‘oppa’ makes jungkook shiver, anticipation hot in his veins.

“i think i’ve also got a daddy kink,” he adds on, looking at namjoon. “i didn’t think i did, but yesterday kinda proved me wrong.”

namjoon seems to go through the five stages of grief, finally landing on acceptance. “you’re looking to murder me, aren’t you?” he asks, rubbing at his forehead. “like you weren’t already tempting in every other way, but you have the one kink that hits me hardest.” it makes jungkook giggle and it seems to amuse the rest of the band, going by the light teasing that briefly picks up.

once the joking has died down again, jimin joins in. “taetae and i are together a lot—”

“an understatement,” yoongi mumbles.

“—and we’ve talked about it and would like to maybe play together? you seemed to be into pet play, at least a little, when it came up yesterday; if you want to try it out, we’d love to have you as a part of our scenes.”

jungkook nods, feeling his cheeks heat up when he remembers the way taehyung deferred to jimin, and how much he wanted to get into that headspace with him. “we also have, like, a fuckton of sex toys and i think it would be hot if we used them on you,” taehyung adds and jungkook chokes on his own spit.

“why does it sound like you don’t use them normally?” he asks, wary.

“we do use some of them a lot, but what started as a joke a while ago became a collection?” taehyung looks like he’s struggling to explain what he means, and jungkook’s about to shrug him off, tell him he can tell him later, when the older seems to give up anyway. “we’ll just show you, see what you think.” he nods, realizing the discussion of the things they’re going to do to him, what all of them are going to do to him, is turning him on way more than such a calm conversation should.

yoongi seems to decide it’s his turn. “how do you feel about cockwarming, bun?”

despite feeling like he’s as red as a stop sign, jungkook forces himself to move forward. “that sounds like it could be fun, yoongi hyung. it’s no secret that i like to be filled on both ends.”

there’s a moment where it seems like he’s said something weird, the table going completely silent, but then seokjin makes this weird squawking noise. “dear god as if he couldn’t get hotter.” there’s a chorus of grunts of agreement and it makes jungkook giggle.

“okay, but jungkookie,” yoongi’s grin is a bit sharp, like he’s planning to ruin jungkook’s sanity. “i was thinking more about me cockwarming you.”

the noise he makes is even more bizarre than seokjin’s bird call from a minute prior. yoongi’s smile falls, but jungkook rushes to reassure him. “no, that sounds really fucking good, i’m just trying to figure out how to function when my brain’s melting out of my ear.” yoongi relaxes, smile looking normal once again.

“good, that’ll be fun then.”

jungkook just nods. “i also really like being put down.” he sees a sudden rush of concern on hoseok’s face, and it makes him wish that he could just give these men his brain so he wouldn’t keep unintentionally worrying them. “not like, seriously! i like being told i’m only good for sex, or reminded that i go dumb with a dick in me. stuff like that. call me your slut, make me cry, just. be mean.” he pauses, looking from hyung to hyung, all of them suddenly looking ready to jump him. “just, like, don’t call me ugly or anything like that; otherwise, i’ll probably enjoy it.”

“i—” namjoon starts, but jungkook suddenly remembers another thing he wants to mention before he loses his courage.

“also i’d like you guys to use me, like whenever. sit me on your dicks or use my mouth while you’re doing other stuff? i think i’d like it even more if it’s in front of other people, like the staff. i mean, obviously, there are days when i don’t want to play like that, but maybe do a small check and if i give the go ahead, just go ham.” namjoon looks like he’s about to drool and jungkook would laugh, but he remembers he cut him off. “sorry, hyung, what were you saying?”

namjoon clears his throat. “no, it’s—” he coughs, shifting in his chair. “—not important, not when you just broke my brain.”

seokjin cackles. “joonie, think hard; we should discuss all of it now, try to cover as many bases as possible before we dive into things.”

“right, you’re right, hyung. i was going to ask jungkook if he had any limits or anything that he might be holding back because he thinks they’re too extreme.”

he blushes, unsure how the older knew that he was hiding something. “well, i don’t really have any big limits. just getting my consent and not causing permanent damage.”

“and extreme kinks?” hoseok prods, and jungkook is a little disappointed that his evasion hasn’t gone unnoticed.

jimin seems to catch on to his hesitation. “you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, koo.”

“no, no, i’m just not used to talking about it.” he takes a deep breath, ready to say out loud the one thing he’s into that he’s never shared. “it’s only in theory, since i haven’t had the chance to really explore it, but i’m pretty sure i’m into watersports.”

there’s a hush so he hurries to continue, “but it’s not something that has to come up! and if it grosses any of you out—”

“jungkook-ah, even if it did gross us out, we wouldn’t kink shame you,” hoseok says, smiling softly at jungkook. “i just don’t think any of us were expecting it. i know i’m, well.” he loses a little of his momentum, but after seemingly debating with himself, continues. “i’m into it.”

“me too,” namjoon adds, yoongi nodding along from next to him.

taehyung smiles wide, which almost throws jungkook off. “jimin and i are willing to try anything once.” jungkook glances at jimin who nods in confirmation.

at the realization that seokjin still hasn’t said anything, he turns to him, worried about his silence. “i haven’t thought much about it, but i don’t think i’d have an issue with it,” the oldest says and jungkook relaxes in his chair. “is there anything else you can think of, bunny?”

at jungkook’s shake of the head, the conversation seems geared to move on, but jungkook realizes all at once what they’ve forgotten. “wait! what about you guys? what are your limits?” he looks from face to face, each of them adopting fond smiles.

“such a good boy, checking on his hyungs,” seokjin says, and it makes jungkook squirm. “i don’t love being feminized or scat, but that’s about it.”

hoseok jumps right on the tail of his statement, adding his own limits to the mix. “my gag reflex isn’t great so i don’t like giving oral. also not into feet. thank you for asking, bunny.”

jungkook can feel his dick getting hard. “i don’t like being hit.” taehyung says, and jungkook nods, waiting for more, but nothing comes.

“that’s his only limit,” jimin says, smiling wide. “i’m dominant only, so i won’t switch like that, but i don’t mind bottoming. i’m not into food play either, or being restrained.”

“he also doesn’t like feet,” taehyung adds, pouting, and it makes jimin laugh.

“ah, thank you for remembering, pup. maybe jungkookie will be into it so you can play with him like that.” taehyung blushes and whimpers at jimin’s suggestion, and jungkook can’t blame him. “my good boys, i’m so proud of you,” he adds, looking from taehyung to jungkook.

“okay, this is devolving fast, let’s get through this quickly before the wonder twins pounce on him.” yoongi chuckles, rolling his eyes fondly at the youngest three. “i don’t like being degraded or treated like a baby.”

“he punched me the first time he figured that one out,” namjoon adds on, and yoongi looks apologetic, opening his mouth to speak, but being waved off by namjoon. “it’s in the past, hyung, we know better now.” at the older’s nod, namjoon turns back to jungkook. “i have yet to find a limit outside of one of yours, koo; i’m not into permanent damage.”

“he’s a kinky bastard,” hoseok jokes and it makes the whole table laugh. jungkook is comforted in the fact that they’re all so willing to discuss these things, finding safety in the entire discussion. “now, before we go watch tv, there are two things left, koo.”

jungkook hums, wondering what they still haven’t talked about, but namjoon dives right into it. “would you like to use a safeword? or would you rather use the stoplight system?”

“huh?”

the leader just blinks at him, clearly unsure how to continue. “you’ve— you’ve never looked into bdsm before?”

jungkook hunches in on himself, embarrassed about his lack of knowledge. “not seriously, no. i know about a bunch of kinks, and subspace, but that’s about it.”

“don’t worry, bunny, we’re just surprised, not disappointed,” seokjin reassures, hand running up and down jungkook’s back. when the younger looks up at him, he’s glaring at namjoon.

“i didn’t mean to imply anything bad! i’m sorry, jungkookie, i guess i assumed you were more into the scene, after you dropped the daddy kink on me yesterday.”

“oh, i picked that up in college. it was only ever something i used to get what i wanted, but i finally understood the appeal. at least when it was with you, hyung.” he brings his hands to cover his face, not wanting to know if they’re looking at him while he admits that fact.

namjoon wheezes. it makes jungkook uncover his eyes, looking at the older in worry, thinking he’s being laughed at, but instead he just sees namjoon with his hands fisted on the tabletop. seokjin leans in, speaking directly into jungkook’s ear, “he’s trying to avoid touching himself, baby.”

the knowledge makes jungkook go rock solid, the erection he’d been fighting off this whole time finally winning the battle. he shoves a hand below the table, pressing down hard on his dick, and he knows they’re all watching, but it just makes it feel better.

hoseok grabs his arm, pulling it away from his crotch, and jungkook cries out. “what the fuck!”

he gets a stern look in return. “be good, bunny. we haven’t talked about safewords and there’s no consent from me if we don’t have this discussion.” it’s like a slap to the face, the fact that they still haven’t given the okay to do anything again. he nods at hoseok, folding his hands together on the table to join namjoon in trying not to touch himself. “i’d praise you, but you seem close to slipping and that’s counterintuitive.”

“okay so,” jimin takes over, “both of the options mentioned before are ways to stop everything.”

“but wouldn’t you stop if someone said ‘stop’?” jungkook asks, slightly confused.

“sometimes a person likes to stay ‘stop’ a lot during their play, but they don’t mean it unless they use their safeword,” yoongi says gently.

“consensual non-consent, and the like,” jimin continues. “a safeword is a word that you wouldn’t say otherwise, one that you could use that would bring everything to a halt. the stoplight system is what it sounds like: if you say ‘green’, it means you’re good to continue. ‘yellow’ is so things can slow down or even just pause, to figure out a problem or renegotiate things. and ‘red’ is a hard stop, the kind where no matter what, everything stops so the person who used the word can be taken care of.”

jungkook nods, following along. “and no matter which option you choose, you won’t be punished for using it. hyungs will always be proud of you for knowing your limits and being able to express your boundaries,” yoongi says, voice just as soft as before.

“which one do you guys usually use?” jungkook asks, both options seeming reasonable.

“tae and minnie are the only ones of us who tend to veer into the hard kinds of play more than occasionally, but i’m pretty sure we’ve all just used colors in the past.” hoseok says.

“that sounds good to me, then,” jungkook says, smiling. “and besides, i’m assuming whoever is domming can use it too, right?” at the nods from the members, he goes on. “it’ll probably be the fastest to register in my brain instead of memorizing a bunch of different safewords.”

jimin beams at him. “such a smart bun, learns so quickly.” the words make jungkook feel small. “i think we all need to burn off some of this energy, so let’s get this last bit done quickly. kookie, you remember when we talked about aftercare?” at jungkook’s nod, jimin’s smile just grows. “okay, so is there anything you’d like us to do? at least, outside of what we mentioned that day we first talked about it?”

“i think i’d just want cuddles, most of all. the rest is just a fun bonus,” he says, and the members all laugh, hoseok and seokjin leaning closer to ruffle his hair and scritch at his back.

“we can do that, baby bun,” yoongi coos. “now, let’s get to the living room, i wanna watch the news and i can see jimin dying to play.”

“are you up for that?” jimin asks as they stand up, the ruckus of chairs being moved loud after their little bubble of comfort for the last hour has been popped. “you don’t have to do anything tonight, not if you don’t want to. but if you want to play, taehyung’s been needing to be punished and i think you’d enjoy his punishment.”

the itch under his skin is so great, he doesn’t know what he’d do if he turned down jimin’s offer. “what did taehyung do?”

“that doesn’t matter,” jimin says, voice tight as he grabs taehyung’s arm. “green, taetae?” at his nod, jimin’s expression grows to be nothing short of evil. “i’m thinking the puppy makes you come tonight, as many times as you want. only allowed to use his tongue, he can lick your pretty little hole until you cry, if that sounds good to you, bunny.”

jungkook whimpers, the words flowing from jimin’s mouth forming an image so easily in his brain. “please, hyung, i want that so bad.”

jimin just laughs. “okay sweetheart, let’s get some blankets laid out for you, you can stretch out on your tummy on the floor, give all of us a nice show while we calm down before bed.” jungkook already feels a little dazed, nodding along to the words like jimin is speaking the gospel.

“i’ll get it set up,” he hears seokjin say, and he’d offer gratitude, but jimin is pulling him down by his shirt to kiss him.

the kiss is hot, jungkook feeling like he’s being devoured, and it only breaks when taehyung starts to whine at being ignored. jimin turns to peck him on the lips, the action clearly not satisfying taehyung well enough. “if you hadn’t pissed on my shoes to get back at me for making you come onstage, you wouldn’t be in this boat, taetae.”

the image of taehyung standing over jimin’s shoes, letting his dick rain down piss on them, is both hilarious and arousing, and jungkook is just glad that namjoon calls to them from the other room, summoning them to get comfortable for the evening. he hesitates in the doorway, unsure about how he should be dressed for this, but when yoongi sees him playing with the waistband of his pants, he smiles encouragingly. “we’re all into it, bun, so you can take them off if you want to.”

jungkook nods, feeling his dick twitch underneath the fabric. he tugs them off, as well as his briefs, then goes to lay down on what looks like a mattress of comforters. he doesn’t know what to expect from there, but namjoon standing over him to spread his legs isn’t it.

namjoon just chuckles at his yelp. “gotta make room for tae, right bun?” and jungkook knows there’s logic to his words, but he’s so exposed and it makes him strain to not come, then and there. “don’t forget you can put the brakes on this anytime you want, kook-ah. give us a ‘yellow’ or a ‘red’ and it’ll stop right away.”

“okay, hyung,” he agrees and is once again startled by weight on the backs of his thighs. he turns his head to look over his shoulder to see taehyung, and the older just winks at him before leaning in, licking a thick stripe along the inside of his crack, right over his hole. “oh, fuck.”

there’s a round of laughter from behind him, but he’s too focused on how taehyung dives in, working to get his tongue into jungkook’s asshole. he gets lost in it, coming for the first time not even ten minutes later, then begging for more.

after an hour of taehyung sloppily eating him out, having come three times and whining in pleasure as taehyung was allowed to aim his own release right onto jungkook’s relaxed hole, namjoon and seokjin have to help him stand. his entire body feels boneless, but once they’ve tucked him in, he falls asleep within minutes.

—

jungkook expects that they’re going to ease him into the kinkier side of things, but the first time it happens is entirely unexpected.

he wakes up one day, a few weeks after their initial conversations, to find hoseok and taehyung already in his room. hoseok is in his desk chair while taehyung sits on the bed, hands stroking along jungkook’s leg.

“wanna play today, baby?” hoseok asks and jungkook doesn’t even need to think about his answer, just nods eagerly. “go to the bathroom, wash up, then come back.”

he does so, already coming up with ideas of what might happen, and upon entering his room again, he’s instructed to lay down, ass up. there’s a set of hands pulling his cheeks apart, another one squeezing lube onto his hole. “that’s cold!” he yelps, but gets ignored.

“you’re gonna need it, baby, trust hyung.”

he just whines, growing even louder when there are fingers pushing into his hole, one quickly turning into two and putting in the effort to make sure he’s stretched. he’s expecting to be fucked, hopeful that he’ll get to join the rest of the band for breakfast with come leaking out of his ass, but coldness returns when there’s suddenly metal pushing into him. “is that—”

taehyung giggles. “gotta make sure you’re plugged up for us, ready to go at any moment.”

he moans, trying to hump the bed to get some relief, but he’s stopped by hoseok. “not yet, honey, you’ve gotta finish getting ready; we’ve got a photo shoot today and we’re gonna need our personal assistant with us.” he ignores jungkook’s disbelieving stare to kiss him instead, and once he’s pulled back, taehyung is leaning over his torso to get his own liplock from hoseok.

the thought of just waiting for his hyungs to leave the room and getting off once they’re gone crosses his mind, but the knock on the door followed by yoongi telling them to get ready keeps the temptation at bay. he groans, rolling out of the bed, then shoos the two older boys out to gather up his outfit.

—

seokjin is usually so stoic when there are full day schedules like this, trying to save his energy, but today he’s overflowing with chaos; trying to drag jungkook into wrestling matches and screwing with the younger’s hair and making increasingly terrible puns. namjoon eventually approaches jungkook, exasperation on his face. “if you’re up for it, baby, maybe you can help jin hyung out? i heard you’re all wet and open so it shouldn’t be too much work, right?”

jungkook flushes; hearing namjoon talk about how he’s easily fuckable sends heat to his gut. “of course, rapmon hyung.” he gets a smile in return, namjoon’s dimple popping out, then struts over to seokjin.

he plops down in the older’s lap, holding in his noises at the feeling of the plug shifting against his prostate. “hey old man, how are your joints holding up today? i’ve seen you screwing around; be careful you don’t throw out your back.”

the goading does the trick, for he doesn’t even register how it happens, but he’s suddenly on his stomach on the floor. “hey! seokjin-ssi, you can’t get those clothes dirty!” he hears from someone across the room, but seokjin ignores them, tugging down jungkook’s sweats so they’re resting below his ass.

“pretty baby doesn’t know how to ask to be fucked so he riles me up?” jungkook shakes his head, not wanting to admit that he went into the interaction with this exact outcome as his end goal. there’s a smack on his ass cheek, though, and it makes him cry out. “answer me, slut.”

“i didn’t know how to ask for hyung to fuck me!” he cries out, body shaking even harder when seokjin pulls at his plug, holding it stationary so the widest part stretches him out until jungkook begs again. “please, jin hyung, fuck me!”

the toy gets removed entirely, a dull thud indicating seokjin threw it across the room. he doesn’t even get to process what’s happening before the solid heat of his hyung’s cock is pushing into him, making jungkook whimper. “god, you feel so good.”

jungkook just moans, pushing his hips back as best as he can. seokjin starts humping into him, causing jungkook’s dick to rub along the floor, and he wants to cry, the pleasure so great it’s like his brain is soaked in it. he’s getting so close, but the sound of sejin clearing his throat causes seokjin to freeze in place. “might i suggest you go find a closet or something? our staff aren’t the only ones here today, and i’d rather not have to deal with a sexual harassment report from you two punks getting down and dirty where they work.”

there’s logic to his words, but it doesn’t stop jungkook from wanting to sob when seokjin pulls out, tugging jungkook’s bottoms back up. “c’mon, jungkookie.” he stands, letting seokjin pull him out of the room, only slowing down a little when jungkook complains about his gaping asshole feeling weird to run with.

they end up in a single stall bathroom, and jungkook is grateful for the privacy, but seokjin purposefully doesn’t lock the door. he pushes jungkook to his knees and tells him to open his mouth, sliding his lube slick dick into it, the tip bumping the soft palette of jungkook’s mouth. “bet you’re hoping the others come in and use you too, aren’t you? that’s why the door’s open, so your greedy ass can maybe get fucked so you don’t whine to hyung all day.”

his grip on the back of jungkook’s head just adds to the thrill of his words, and before he knows it, seokjin’s entire dick is in his throat. he moans, garbled and wet, and the vibrations of it must feel good for him, because seokjin is pulling out, thrusting back in harshly. he feels so good, but his asshole is now so empty, so he brings his arm around to stick his fingers into it again, but a soft smack on jungkook’s cheek stops him. “focus on hyung, baby slut, then you can think about getting off.”

he whimpers, but does as told, letting his lips close around seokjin’s shaft, letting them get tugged to and fro with each buck of his hips. the older seems to like the sensation, speeding up and making jungkook gag, his eyes watering. he feels lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making him feel high, but seokjin pulls out before it gets to be too much, hand encircling his cock to pump it while the head rests on jungkook’s tongue. “gonna come, gonna come,” he babbles, and jungkook groans when there’s suddenly spurts of warmth on his tongue.

jungkook’s already standing up to lean against the sink for easier access, hoping seokjin will finger him to completion, but the older just straightens his own clothes out. “hyung,” he whines, reaching an arm around to hold his ass cheek out of the way, displaying his loose hole.

“hyung’s already come, bunny. he’s gotta go back out for more photos to be taken, remember?” the words, however, are completely at odds with seokjin’s tone; it sounds like the older wants jungkook to beg, to show that he can be fast enough to not keep him from his job.

“i’ll be quick, jin hyung, please. i can’t reach my own prostate that easily, just need a little nudge.”

“that sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” seokjin laughs, eyes looking down on jungkook and it makes him feel hot inside. jungkook whimpers, pressing his face against the glass of the mirror so he can free up his other hand, balancing his weight like that so he can press three of his fingers inside himself, panting as he tries to get them deep enough. seokjin swallows and jungkook can tell his plan’s working. “having trouble, baby?”

“‘s not enough, need hyung to do it.”

seokjin sighs, but steps closer, tugging jungkook so he’s straightened up enough to rotate, letting him lean on seokjin’s shoulder instead. “hold yourself open for hyung.” jungkook nods as best as he can, swallowing a mouthful of spit so it doesn’t get on seokjin’s fancy borrowed clothes. he feels the older’s fingertips tease around his rim, only pushing inside when he whimpers again. “good boy, you listen so well.”

he doesn’t know how seokjin pulls it off, but suddenly the older has a paper towel in hand, placing it at the tip of jungkook’s cock. the material is rough, but the sensation is so strong it makes jungkook buck forward, almost losing his balance. “careful, sweetheart.”

“hyung, ‘m close,” he whispers, and seokjin chooses that moment to push deeper, fingers going straight for jungkook’s prostate and pressing down, moving around so he’s massaging small circles into the gland. “ah!” he cries out, pushing back, hoping to get even more contact, but seokjin just shushes him.

“stay still, let hyung take care of you.”

“‘kay, hyung,” he says on a moan, and it just grows louder when seokjin adds a third finger at the same time as he rubs the rough textured paper towel over jungkook’s tip, not letting jungkook escape either sensation. it rips a hiccup from the younger’s chest, and he just barely manages to mumble a “coming” before he’s shooting into seokjin’s hand. he realizes quickly what the purpose of the napkin was, beyond torturing his dick, when seokjin uses it to wipe up the rest of his mess before pulling away; there’s not a single drop of come on the older’s suit.

“did so good, baby, thank you for making hyung feel good.”

and he feels a little hazy, but it’s easy enough to walk back out to the dressing room. he curls up against yoongi, seokjin walking by to throw a blanket over them. he zones out to the sounds of his hyung typing and the rest of the day passes before he knows it.

—

jungkook’s sitting around, flipping through a fashion magazine that somehow ended up in his backpack, when hoseok joins him. he doesn’t even realize he’s pausing on certain pages, staring longingly at the delicate lace and pleated skirts and billowing blouses, not until hoseok stops him from turning the page.

“did you want to try something like that, sweetheart?”

jungkook looks up at him, fighting past the knee jerk reaction of toxic masculinity. “i— yeah, i think i do.”

that night, hoseok detours him from going to his own room to instead sit him down on the older’s bed. he pulls out his computer, navigating to a few random sites, and placing anything that catches jungkook’s attention into the cart. by the time he’s at the checkout, jungkook’s got about thirty new clothing items to look forward to receiving.

it isn’t until the packages are delivered that jungkook finds out that hoseok went to a different online store, ordering a collection of lacy underthings for the younger as well.

“thought you’d look pretty in them,” he says softly, pecking jungkook on the lips. he hands jungkook an outfit, digging through the pile of panties to select one that matches, then tells him to go change. he decides against returning to his room, instead slipping into the ensuite and pulling off his own clothes.

jungkook unwraps one of the bags, pulling out a button up shirt with a floral design, he slips it over his arms, doing up the front, then opening up the tiny slip of cloth to see what kind of underwear he’s being allowed.

they’re modest, as far as lacy undergarments go; black with a tiny bow on the front, the hem on the back high enough that half of his ass will likely be visible. he slips them on, gasping softly at the sensation against his dick. he shakes off his shock, figuring out what the last item is and smiling when he finds a wide legged pair of dress pants in a dark charcoal grey.

after looking at himself in the mirror to make sure everything is done up properly, he steps back out to join hoseok again. the older looks up from his phone and smiles wide. “you look so nice, jungkookie.”

jungkook returns the expression, glad that his hyung also thinks he’s pulling it off. “thank you, hobi hyung. i feel like i’m going business casual, like i’m a professional and not hanging around a group of ruffians all day.”

“punk,” hoseok laughs. “you should wear it out one day, you’ll look so pretty that no one will even bother watching us, only you.” he blushes, letting hoseok wave him over for a soft kiss. “here, try this next.”

this goes on for a while, the outfits a variety of blouses and crop tops, dresses and skirts, pants and shorts. he gets to the end, though, and hoseok hesitates to give him the clothes. “if you like this one, hyung will get you more like it. and i think you should wear it when we fly to japan this weekend, if you’re up to it.”

jungkook is curious, but he just nods, assuring the older that he’ll keep it in mind. he’s a little slower in his undressing, not wanting to end his fashion show just yet, but he can’t put things off anymore once he’s standing alone in the bathroom, nude and staring at the three plastic wrapped items.

he starts with the largest one first, opening it up to reveal a silk blouse in a royal blue. when he puts it on, the material drapes over his frame in a way that encourages him to tuck it in; he knows his waist is going to be accentuated in that way people always compliment him on. there’s a sash-like piece of cloth in the bag that emulates a tie enough that he loops it around his neck. the neckline leads down to where the buttons start, and that’s the first sign of something being different: the buttons are much lower than he’s used to, showing a fair deal of his bare chest.

after getting it buttoned, he goes for the next largest bag, having a gut feeling on the panties being important, especially since they’re in a deep burgundy color, the only article of clothing they’d purchased even close to it. the bag opens to reveal a skirt, black and flared at the bottom, just long enough that it’ll stop about halfway down his thighs.

he pulls it on, zipping up the back after tucking in the shirt, then looks into the mirror, satisfied at his appearance so far. he takes a steadying breath as he reaches for the panties, ripping open the plastic to reveal an item that’s more strings than anything else.

his breath hitches as he holds them up, taking in the fact that—aside from the waistline and the almost triangular pieces of fabric on both the back and front, designed to frame everything from his dick all the way back to his hole, connected by thick hemming—there’s nothing to cover him up.

jungkook ponders if he should try them at all, wonders if maybe they’re not something he’s into, but the thought of being so exposed under his skirt is so tempting, he swallows and figures out how to pull them on.

stepping out of the bathroom for the final time that night, he doesn’t have to do anything to gain hoseok’s attention, the older watching the doorframe intently.

“you got me crotchless panties?” he asks, whispering like the moment will be shattered otherwise. hoseok nods, standing up to come closer. “this isn’t anything like trying on the clothes you were getting your cousin, my assumptions from when we started were so wrong.”

hoseok laughs. “those were never for my cousin, baby. i just wanted to get you pretty clothes. now the panties: do you like them?”

“i—” jungkook gasps when his hyung wraps an arm around his back, palm on the silky fabric right above his skirt. his hand starts to drift lower, creeping closer and closer to the bottom of the skirt, and once it’s finally there, he slides it back up under the cloth. his fingertips brush the inner edge of his cheek, right along his crack, and it makes jungkook choke out a moan. “i like them a lot, hyung.”

“hm, good,” hoseok says, smiling smugly. he pulls his fingers away from where jungkook was desperately hoping he’d push deeper, touch his hole, maybe open him up to fuck him senseless.

“hyung, please,” he whines, hoping that hoseok will take pity, but the older just brings his hand around, cupping jungkook’s dick and squeezing once before pulling away.

“don’t be greedy, bun,” he laughs. “i know for a fact that taehyung fucked you earlier.”

jungkook just pouts. “but i wanted your dick this time.”

hoseok throws back his head when he laughs. “wear it on saturday and you’ll get what you want.”

—

he does as requested and wears the flowy outfit to the airport that weekend. he’s been adding the other items into his wardrobe so no one questions him when they all meet up near the entrance to the dorm.

“you look pretty, baby,” yoongi coos and jungkook bends down for a kiss. he gets caught up enough in the press of lips that he doesn’t hear taehyung and jimin come barreling down the hallway, not until they’ve collided with him. the impact sends jungkook falling to the floor on top of yoongi, and he’s gathering his wits when he hears a wolf whistle.

“what’s this?” says seokjin as he raises on his hands and knees to assist himself in standing again, not remembering what he’s wearing until there’s a palm flat on his back, holding him in place.

there’s a sudden breeze as the skirt gets flipped up, baring his groin to whoever’s in the room, and going by the reactions he hears, it’s the entire band by now. “doesn’t he look gorgeous? our slutty little baby, wearing clothes that make it as easy as possible to fill his needy hole up.” he whines at hoseok’s words, and a turn of his head provides the knowledge that he’s the one holding jungkook down.

“hyung,” he whines, but hoseok just slaps his ass.

“let hyungs look at you, bunny.”

he whimpers, trying to stay still while he feels fingers tracing all over him in every place except where he wants it most. eventually, they all retreat, and namjoon holds a hand out to help him stand. “needy boy,” the older says, eyes locked on where jungkook’s dick is tenting his skirt.

he just pouts, ignoring the members until they get to the car; punishment for leaving him high and dry.

—

walking into the airport to encounter a large crowd of fans with cameras should be par for the course by now, but jungkook isn’t used to experiencing it while his dick and balls are dangling in the open, only a layer of fabric protecting him, the same layer theoretically losing that ability if a gust of wind were to happen. the exposure wouldn’t be the worst thing, but he got to sit on seokjin’s dick for the car ride here, so he’s gaping open and leaking on top of everything else; it just adds to the nervous thrill running through him.

he pushes into the center of their cluster, not wanting fans to accidentally expose him, but hoseok sticks close behind him, using the cover of the chaos to continually tease at baring him for the world to see.

by the time they’re finally at the terminal, he’s hard again, not able to catch a break with one member or other fiddling with his sensitive bits every chance they can during the security check. “hobi oppa, you said you’d fuck me today, remember?” he asks, pouting at the older, hoping the appeal to hoseok’s kink does the trick.

hoseok moans, and jungkook beams. “you’re right, baby girl, let’s go have a little fun before the flight.”

the endearment makes him whine, his dick pushing at the front of his skirt, but he isn’t given the chance to try to cover it up, hoseok grabbing both of his hands and tugging.

unlike at the company building or backstage on the music shows, they have to be a lot more careful here, so hoseok finds them a single stall bathroom, triple checking that it’s locked before he turns back to jungkook who’s palming at himself. “wanna ride oppa?”

jungkook nods, eagerly helping hoseok get his pants undone and pushed down, straddling the older as soon as he’s seated on the closed lid of the toilet. he reaches under himself, positioning hoseok’s dick, then sinks down, groaning loudly at the sudden fullness. “feels so good, oppa.”

hoseok just smirks. “you feel good, too, sweet girl. your pussy is so tight around oppa’s dick, just like he likes it.” the words are like electricity, shocking through jungkook and making him sit up just to plunge hoseok back into him again.

“please make a mess of koo’s cunt, hobi oppa?”

there are hands firmly gripping his waist, and hoseok must steady himself because there’s suddenly a very controlled and powerful thrust into his ass. he lets out a cry, only remembering their location after the sound is released.

“i got the prettiest girlfriend ever, don’t i?” hoseok says, breathlessly. “lets her oppas use her anytime they want, and doesn’t look any worse for the wear, just like a good slut.” he thrusts hard on the last word and the angle hits right at jungkook’s bladder, making him cry out.

“oppa! koo’s gotta pee!”

“stand up, then. can’t have you getting oppa all dirty.” jungkook whines, not wanting to lose the feeling of fullness, and sits up enough to drop down one more time. hoseok’s hand winds into his hair and tugs, and jungkook gasps. “i know you go cock-dumb, but what do you not understand about oppa not wanting to get covered in your piss?”

jungkook bucks his hips, and it makes hoseok’s grip tighten. “i’m sorry! oppa, i’m sorry!” he’s released and the urge to be a brat is strong, his brain screaming at him to get that jolt of pain in his scalp again.

“well, get up. gotta make sure you don’t make a mess on anything but yourself.” he does so, standing on wobbly legs, and stepping away to make sure hoseok has space. he hears the lid of the toilet getting raised and then there are hands on his hips, spinning him around to face it. “piss whenever you want, sweetheart. oppa is going to keep using your cunt while you do.” he plants a kiss on the nape of jungkook’s neck, then starts thrusting again.

jungkook wails, the sensations all building up to a point where he can’t tell what’s pleasure, what’s pain, and what’s the desperation in his lower abdomen, waiting for the muscles to give in and let go. it isn’t long before a well aimed thrust hits his prostate hard and jungkook can’t hold back any longer, piss spraying from his dick and only partially getting into the bowl in front of him.

“oppa!” he gasps, arms raising to keep himself from falling forward, but due to his newfound use of the wall as his anchor, he can’t use his hand to aim his stream, so the pee ends up flowing down his legs in great spurts. “oppa, feels so good!” he knows he sounds like a cheap pornstar, but he can’t help it, panting out the words.

he looks down and sees that urine has soaked into his skirt, leaving the hem in front almost entirely wet, and he whines, trying to move it away to prevent it from getting worse, but struggling to do so without the use of his hands. “what’s this?” hoseok asks, slowing his thrusts to look at where jungkook is gazing in disappointment. “did you make a mess, pretty girl?”

“don’ wan’ army to see me like this,” he pouts.

“like what? like a cockwhore who needs her boss’ dick so bad she doesn’t ask to stop even when she has to piss?” jungkook moans, muscles clenching from the words. “ah, you like that, don’t you? like being reminded that you’re nothing but a hole for oppa.”

jungkook nods furiously, rubbing his thighs together as they get more damp from the tailend of his urination. hoseok is still thrusting slowly, the impact jolting jungkook’s body each time, and droplets of piss fling off his legs and land everywhere. “oppa, please just fuck me! don’ need you to be gentle!”

hoseok goes completely still for a moment, but then he’s digging his hands into jungkook’s waist even tighter, pounding into him hard and fast. it pushes jungkook higher and higher and suddenly he’s coming, spurts of white joining the mess he’s already made.

“fuck, baby girl, gonna come in you.” jungkook whines, moving his hips to assist the older in his rush to the edge, then suddenly hoseok’s movements stop, a low groan leaving his throat.

he pulls out, jungkook’s hole not making any progress on closing back up, and globs of come start to slide out, making a slow descent down his bare legs. there’s piss everywhere and his skirt is only just starting to dry out, the dark patches still very visible; his panties, despite being everywhere but in the way of his stream, are drenched. “messy,” he mumbles, plucking at the fabric of his shirt, pleased that it escaped the massacre.

“if you’re okay with it, oppa thinks you should leave it there. let everyone know that their idol’s girlfriend is nothing more than a piss pup.”

“‘m not a pup, that’s taetae hyung.”

“ah, you’re right. maybe you’ll be a new thing, a piss bunny.” jungkook squirms, but washes his hands beside hoseok then follows him back out to the terminal.

they sit down, and jungkook thinks about the mess he’s leaving on the seat but his legs are too tired to keep standing so it’s a risk he’ll have to take. “what’s this?” seokjin asks from the seat next to him, reaching over to trail a finger through the liquid on jungkook’s thigh.

“ah, jin hyung!” hoseok says, voice bright and cheerful again. “i don’t know if you’ve seen it yet, but our baby girl’s a squirter!”

seokjin barks out a laugh. he takes off his flannel, draping it over jungkook’s lap, then slides a hand under the skirt. “hyung—”

“shh, let hyung play,” seokjin responds quietly, and jungkook’s legs twitch as his hand wraps around the younger’s soft cock, gathering as much piss and come as he possibly can before pulling away. “here, clean hyung off.”

he sticks his messy hand in front of jungkook and the younger drops his jaw, ignoring the flash of the cameras as fansites try and fail to get a shot from so far away of jungkook licking his own piss from seokjin’s hand.

—

it’s not the first time jungkook’s been to yoongi’s studio, not by a long shot, but it is the first time he’s specified that jungkook should wear comfortable sweats. he shrugs, unsure why exactly his clothing choice matters, but ends up assuming that he’ll be sleeping on the studio couch or something similar.

when he gets to the studio, toeing off his shoes outside next to yoongi’s, he keys in the code and slips inside. yoongi is sitting at his desk in the dark and jungkook sighs.

“hyung,” he says, trying to keep his volume low in case yoongi doesn’t have music playing in his headphones, not wanting to startle the older. when he gets no response, he turns to the light switch, very slowly inching the dimmer up to draw the older’s attention to him.

“what—” yoongi says, sitting up and looking at the ceiling. jungkook snorts, endeared by his hyung being so into his music that he forgets that the lights changing likely means he has a guest.

“yoongi hyung, you wanted me to come by, right? i’m not interrupting your attempt to become a mole or something, i hope.”

jungkook still manages to startle yoongi, the older jolting in his chair and spinning it towards the door, hand on his chest. “jesus, kook. warn a guy.”

he laughs, moving to flop down on the couch. “i did, hyung. did you think your lights gained sentience?” at yoongi’s pout, he smiles. “what was up? need help with some new song? or is this just a coffee run?”

shaking himself out of the mindset he gets in while working, yoongi smirks at jungkook. “i want you to sit on my dick.”

jungkook blinks. “that couldn’t have happened at the dorm later? hyung, you know you can always just say when you want to fuck me; you don’t have to make up excuses for it to happen.”

“no, bun. i’m struggling to get this idea out and i’ve read things about cockwarming being good for concentration.”

jungkook waits to see if he’s being strung along, if maybe this is a prank or something, but at yoongi’s continued look of genuine hope, he rushes to get up and take his clothes off.

“wait, kook-ah, you don’t need to get fully naked. not yet, at least. just, take your shirt off and tug down your pants.”

“but yoongi hyung, what if i want to get naked? what if i’m embracing the nudist lifestyle i’ve always been meant for?”

yoongi rolls his eyes. “embrace it another day, hyung needs your warm hole right now.”

the words send a shiver through jungkook, so he stops playing around, digging through a drawer that he knows yoongi uses to store lube. “gimme a sec, i’ve just gotta prep myself; i wasn’t expecting to be fucked today.”

yoongi nods, going back to his computer. “technically, you’re not being fucked, but i get you. come sit down once you’re ready.”

if he pouts while pushing in his fingers, saddened that he’s not going to get railed, no one will know since yoongi isn’t even looking at him. he shoves down that part of him, though, refusing to sully this moment of intimacy, not when yoongi is trusting him to help in a way he trusts no one else. he lets himself get lost in his thoughts as he spreads his fingers, not working to get hard, just loosening his muscles; when he finally feels open enough, he wipes his hands off on the underside of his shirt and walks up to the desk chair.

“okay, hyung, i’m ready.”

yoongi pulls the chair out, pulling down his waistband so his cock and balls are resting in the open air. he pats his thighs, looking at jungkook fondly. “face away from me, i want to hug you while i work.”

jungkook smiles, easing himself down onto yoongi’s legs, scooting back enough that he can angle the older’s cock to sink it into himself. he moans at the friction, registering how yoongi’s thighs tense; before he knows it, he’s panting as he leans against the older’s chest. “fuck,” he hisses.

he gets a laugh in response. “turn a little so you’re not blocking my view of the screen.” he does just that, practically curling into yoongi’s lap sideways, the feeling of fullness absolutely wonderful. “okay, baby, now just relax. and if you need to stop, just say the word and you can climb off.” jungkook nods and allows himself to drift, basking in the warmth yoongi radiates.

occasionally, the older will say something—usually while he’s waiting for his project to save—and almost every time it’s about how hot jungkook is, how good he is for being there for his hyung, how sexy it is that despite all of his muscles, he’s still just yoongi’s baby. it makes jungkook flush, but he focuses on keeping relaxed, finding that the entire setup feels calming for him as well.

they’re not even settled for an hour when yoongi slams his mouse down on the desk, startling jungkook. “oh, baby, i’m sorry, it’s okay.” jungkook just hums, going to settle down again, but yoongi stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “i can’t focus any more and this isn’t working, i’m sorry.”

jungkook pouts, but he gets it; he goes to stand up but yoongi stops him again. “bun, i’m not telling you to leave, i just think it might help more if it’s the other way around.” it takes him a moment to process, but when it clicks, jungkook’s dick is springing to life. he lets out a hiss as he slides off yoongi’s cock, but that’s not his main priority as he gets to his feet.

“well, get up then, hyung, lemme sit.” he urges, giggling at yoongi’s long suffering sigh. jungkook sits, the leather feeling cool on his ass, and stands back up immediately. “i’m gonna make a mess, i’m leaking lube everywhere.”

yoongi grunts, turning to the drawer. he passes jungkook the lube again, and the younger is about to ask why when he points out that he needs to be opened too. his dick kicks again, eager to get his fingers into his hyung; but yoongi keeps digging in the drawer.

“found it!” he says, triumphant, holding up a fairly large butt plug. “here, put this in, it’ll keep you from ruining my chair and i know you won’t turn down being full.”

jungkook pouts at how accurate yoongi is, but does what he’s told, standing up and fully stripping off his sweats, sitting back down in only his socks. yoongi snorts when he sees this, but jungkook just beams, proud of himself for making his hyung smile. “can i finger you, hyung?”

“nah, sweetheart, not this time. i’m still open from earlier, anyway; just gotta make sure i’m wet enough,” he smiles as he takes the lube back from jungkook, squirting some directly into his own hole.

the image of yoongi being fucked pops into his mind and he gasps. “did you use a toy?”

yoongi snorts again. “nah, joonie was just itching to fuck and i was only a room away.” it’s hard for jungkook to not drool at that mental image. “okay, i’m ready to do this, so sit back and be a good chair.”

jungkook just laughs at the phrasing, shifting and then immediately hissing when the plug nudges in the opposite direction. yoongi stares at him, waiting until he settles, then sits down, taking jungkook’s dick in one motion, moaning loudly once he’s seated. “fuck.”

the expletive rings true to jungkook, too, who thrusts up right away, unable to hold back. there’s a hard smack to the outside of his thigh, though, and it makes him cry out. “hyung!”

“stay still, this isn’t about you getting off and you know it.”

it makes the younger whine, but he curls his arms around yoongi’s waist and rests his cheek on the older’s shoulder blade, doing his best to stay still.

yoongi ends up working for a few hours like that, but near the end of it, he starts squirming, inner muscles pulsating around jungkook’s dick in a way that he can’t ignore. the first time he thrusts up and doesn’t get punished, he knows something’s changed and from there he barely manages to keep himself from fucking his hyung.

jungkook watches as yoongi saves his program, shutting it all down, and climbs out of jungkook’s lap. he whines, not loving being left hard and wanting, but yoongi just bends over the desk, shoving the keyboard out of reach. “c’mon, koo, fuck me.”

“hng,” jungkook says and it makes yoongi let out a breathless laugh.

“eloquent, bun. now get your dick in me before i throw a fit.” and jungkook doesn’t need to tempt fate, standing up and slamming into the older. “oh, fuck, pretty baby’s got such a nice cock.”

jungkook whimpers, the praise affecting him like yoongi probably intends it to. “did koo’s dick help, hyung?” he asks, already feeling light and like he only cares about making yoongi feel good.

“helped so much, koo. gonna bring you here every day and do it again, keep you full while you do the same for me.” jungkook groans, rabbiting his hips forward, encouraged by the loud moans yoongi is letting out. “they’re gonna have to give me better soundproofing if you—fuck, right there—manage to fuck me this good every time.”

“anything for hyung, koo would do anything. keep hyung feeling satisfied.” and jungkook knows, on some level, that he’s slipping, but he doesn’t want to prevent it, not when he feels so wonderful, just from making yoongi feel good.

“such a good boy.” and yoongi’s hissing, reaching down to jack himself off, crying out as he comes on the floor under the desk. jungkook makes a noise of protest, not ready to pull out, not when he’s been on edge for so long today. “keep going, baby, fill me up.”

he hums, going back to thrusting quickly, chasing after his climax through the rush in his ears, and yoongi clenching is what he needs to finish, pumping come into yoongi’s hole and collapsing over his back.

“okay, get off me, muscle bunny,” yoongi chides, fondly. jungkook groggily gets up, wincing along with yoongi as he pulls out. “turn around, let hyung get that toy out of you.” he nods, gripping the back of the chair while yoongi eases the plug out. he helps jungkook get dressed and calls them a car, heading back to the dorm with jungkook hugging him the whole ride.

—

that night, yoongi gets jungkook set up on the couch, reassuring the dazed younger that he’ll be right back, wandering off and leaving jungkook to drift. he startles when the older arrives with a plushie and some hot chocolate, smiling appreciatively. “thank you, hyung,” he says softly.

he gets a kiss on the forehead and then yoongi’s rearranging his spoils to plop down on jungkook’s thighs, making himself small in the younger’s lap. “feeling okay, baby?” he asks and jungkook swallows a sip of his drink, smiling.

“feel amazing, hyung.”

they sit there like that for a while, eventually making their way to yoongi’s room where they fall asleep almost immediately.

the next morning, jungkook’s being nudged awake by yoongi. “i’ve gotta finish that song, wanna come and do a repeat of last night?” and who needs an alarm when you have a hot hyung to dirty talk you into the day.

jungkook nods, rushing to get ready. they end up at the studio before he knows it, this time with jungkook fully naked, straddling yoongi’s lap with his dick snug inside his hole, face buried into the older’s neck.

he’s drifting off, the world fuzzy and soft, when the door opens. hoseok and namjoon come strolling in, both of them stopping dead when they see how they’re sitting. yoongi stops clicking nonchalantly at his computer to turn and stare at the dazed looking boys. “yes?”

namjoon opens his mouth, but shuts it after some time with nothing coming out. hoseok manages to eventually speak, but it’s not what jungkook was expecting at all. “fuck, this is an option?”

jungkook giggles and yoongi strokes down his back, kissing the side of his head before thrusting up; he’s clearly ready to get to the fucking portion of the day and jungkook’s not going to complain. “he’s such a nice hole to be warmed by. doesn’t even make a fuss when he gets hard and isn’t allowed to get off.” jungkook flushes at the words, but he knows it’s true. yoongi’s smirk grows as he continues, “sometimes you’ve gotta pinch his nipples to stop his whining, though.”

he’s hoping the older will demonstrate, but after they all just take in the words and nothing happens, he whines and isn’t disappointed; yoongi grabs at his perked up nipple, the sensation overwhelming, and he cries out, clawing at the chair. “see?” yoongi asks, and jungkook just whimpers.

namjoon breaks the silence finally. “wanna come help us out tomorrow instead, koo?” and jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever agreed to anything faster.

—

he’s folding laundry when his phone goes off.

[jimin-ssi (1:24 pm)]
can you come to the studio? im working on this choreo and want your opinion

he’s not used to this kind of request, but the thought of getting to watch jimin in his element is enticing so he finishes matching his socks and heads to the company building.

jungkook spies a few people he recognizes as he walks through the halls, waving casually and trying to forget that they all know he gets paid to get fucked. he sees a group of trainees coming around a corner right as he’s approaching his destination, so he ducks into the room, hoping they don’t notice him.

jimin yelps when the door slams shut, turning to jungkook with shock on his face. “is everything okay, baby?”

“trainees.”

jimin laughs. “still don’t like interacting with them?”

jungkook whines, scrunching his nose in annoyance. “they all talk to me like i’m an idol, all ‘jungkook hyung, what is it like touring?’ this and ‘jungkook oppa, have you ever had to punch a creepy fan?’ that. it’s so weird, i’m not famous, i’m just—”

“constantly around famous people?” jimin finishes, and jungkook realizes he’s fighting back a smile.

“don’t patronize me, i’m allowed to feel my feelings, even when they’re about my incredibly privileged problems.” he manages to look down his nose at the older for a solid twenty seconds before they’re both bursting into laughter.

“sit your first world problem ass down, i’ve got moves to show you,” jimin says, waggling his eyebrows; jungkook thinks about how the older makes even regular dance moves sound sexual, but then the music starts and he gets that he’s not here for an ‘opinion’.

the music is slow and sultry, and the only way to describe what jimin’s doing is to call it a ‘striptease’. he takes off his shirt, muscles flexing, and jungkook chokes. he gets a wink for his troubles and then jimin’s pulling off his track pants and jungkook’s fighting to keep his hand from touching his own dick.

by the time jimin is sauntering towards the mirror, completely naked, jungkook is outright panting. “well, are you gonna come fuck me or not?” he asks, looking back at where the younger is seated to smirk at him. “prepared myself and everything for you, baby boy.”

jungkook whimpers, rushing over to the older. he tugs his jeans down and strokes himself a few times to make sure he’s filled out, then starts to push into jimin’s heat. they both moan, and when jungkook bottoms out, jimin goads him on.

“if you can wait to come until i do, tae and i will finally show you all the toys we want to use on you.” the thought is enticing, so he pulls out all the stops to work jimin up.

“you’ll fuck me?” he pants into jimin’s ear, so hopeful it’ll finally happen; they’ve been teasing him with the knowledge of their collection for a while now, but so far everything’s been pretty vanilla when either of them are with him.

jimin is keening, jungkook clearly doing his job properly, but he manages to control himself enough to respond. “i could, but i could also have the puppy fuck you instead. sit back and watch my babies have fun together.” his breath hitches on a particularly hard thrust, and jungkook hopes it means he’s getting close, his own orgasm tangible now. “we bought bunny gear, just for you. bet you’ll look so cute, all dolled up with a cotton tail.”

he groans at the idea. “hyung, please, i’m so close.”

“you’ll get nothing if you don’t get me off first, bun,” jimin warns, but jungkook isn’t above playing dirty; he wraps an arm around jimin, hand enveloping the older’s cock and trying to match the rhythm of his hips as he jerks him off. “oh, fuck, koo—”

jimin comes without warning, and jungkook focuses on himself, then. “did koo do good?” he asks, wanting to hear the sweet praise, knowing it’ll help push him to completion.

“so good. made hyung feel amazing. c’mon baby bun, come in hyung.”

he goes flying over the edge, only pulling out when his legs can’t hold his weight anymore. they both collapse to the floor, and when jimin starts patting around in search of his phone, jungkook’s curiosity gets the best of him. “what are you doing?”

“texting taehyung to drag out the toy chest.” he just laughs when jungkook groans.

—

“don’t try to talk to us for at least a few hours,” jimin says that night as he pulls taehyung and jungkook out of the dining room. “and don’t come running if you hear screaming, it’ll be both expected and embraced.”

seokjin bursts into laughter but jungkook doesn’t get to see how anyone else reacts, not with how quickly he’s being dragged away from them. “jimin-ssi—”

“i know you like playing around with that, kookie, but tonight i’m either ‘hyung’ or ‘master’. your call, but just know if you forget, you get punished.”

jungkook whimpers, swallowing his urge to be a brat and trying again. “jimin hyung, what do you have planned?”

“good boy. we’re gonna show you our toys, then i think the pup’s rut is coming up so you can be a good boy and help him out, right?”

taehyung moans at the same time jungkook starts nodding, the motion feeling automatic as he imagines being pushed down and obliterated. they walk into the room, and there’s a large box at the foot of the bed that normally isn’t there.

“sit. hyungs will show you what we have, figure out what you’d want to try.” jimin kisses him lightly, then turns to taehyung. “can you stay with me for a little while? you can go into pet space after, i promise, but can you be a good boy and help me first?”

taehyung nods, tongue already lolling out, but jungkook sees him pull it back in, straightening up and shaking off whatever mindset he’d been falling into. it’s fascinating and he wonders if he looks like that, but his pondering is cut short by taehyung unlocking the chest, propping the lid open before bending over to start digging through it.

“how did you guys even end up with so many toys?” jungkook asks, remembering that they said it started as a joke, but never getting any explanation beyond that.

jimin hums, voice distracted when he answers, attention seemingly on pulling out items and placing them on the floor, out of view from jungkook. “we ordered a dildo back when we first started screwing around, but they sent us the wrong thing.”

“big ol’ bad dragon,” taehyung adds, looking up at jungkook with a glint in his eyes. “it was so intimidating at first but it was early into our career and we didn’t have the money to get a second one, so we just worked up to using it instead.”

jimin seems to get lost in his memories of their first time with the toy, speaking as if from far away. “god, kookie, taetae looked so hot taking it the first time. he cried, and when i tried to stop, he begged for more instead.” the thought makes jungkook’s mouth go dry, wanting to see it for himself. jimin shakes himself, continuing. “from there it just became us trying to figure out what else we might like.”

“then we got more famous and had money to spend so we’d order the first thing we saw on every sex toy site we encountered. most of that stuff has just been sitting here, since neither of us like them used on us.” taehyung pulls out a dildo that looks barbed, staring at it pointedly. “you’ll let us try them on you, though, won’t you?”

if jungkook thought he’d be able to stay focused, he learns now that he’s wrong; things are starting to lose clarity, a steady thrum of desire building up in him and getting harder to ignore. “hyung,” he whines, and both jimin and taehyung look up at him.

“shit, that was quick,” jimin says. “we can save the speculum for another time; tae put back the tiger dick, grab the cuffs instead.” the chest gets closed soon after, jimin putting a small pile of toys onto the bed before turning to taehyung again. “okay, pup, you can go lay down with him. why don’t you get the bunny all opened up for your knot while master talks to him.”

taehyung nods. “yes, master.” he gets a kiss for his obedience and jungkook wants that, too. jimin comes around to the head of the bed, urging jungkook to roll on his side; he wonders why, but then taehyung is prodding at his hole, pushing in a finger when jungkook shoves his ass back for easier access.

“okay, bunny, let’s figure out what we’re using today. can hyung cuff you? i’ve got nice, soft leather cuffs to keep you from getting away while taetae abuses your hole.”

jungkook nods. “please, hyung, please.”

he gets a ruffle of his hair, then jimin is pulling something from out of jungkook’s sight, holding it up close to the younger so he can see. it’s a collar, soft black leather with a pink heart shaped tag hanging off of it. it’s hard to focus on what’s etched onto the tag, especially when taehyung’s upgraded to three fingers and is ramming them into his hole without care for jungkook’s sanity. “hyung got this for you, baby bun, if you want to wear it. that way people can see whose pet you are.”

he realizes why the flashes of writing look so familiar despite the haze in his brain: the tag has his own name on it. he moans, loud, nodding furiously. he moves as best as he can, tugging his head back to bare his neck, trying to get jimin to wrap the collar around it.

“words, kookie.”

“please! hyung, wanna be your bunny, please let me be your bunny.”

jimin chuckles, reaching up to put the collar on, clasping it in the back and making sure it’s loose enough. taehyung stops moving, though, and jungkook squirms, hoping to get the friction to start again. “taetae, why’d you stop?” apparently, jimin realizes it at the same time, for he’s rushing around the bed, cooing at taehyung.

“you want yours too, puppy?” jungkook hears him ask, and taehyung’s whimpering sounds distinctly dog-like, so he assumes that’s a yes. there’s the noise of metal clacking together, then the snick of a clip, and then the machine-like thrusting of taehyung’s hand starts again, startling jungkook completely. he holds onto the pillow, moaning and begging for more, and jungkook feels his dick twitch when taehyung starts pressing his erection against jungkook’s ass. jimin seems to decide to have mercy on both of them, then. “on your tummy, arms in front of you, bunny.”

he moves into position, desire only growing stronger when jimin comes around to secure the leather cuffs around his wrists, keeping them together in front of him. “remember you can safeword at any point, both of you.”

jungkook nods, and he’s expecting a dick in his ass but instead there’s the bizarre sensation of what seems to be liquid pushing into it instead. “so wet, bunny. with a hole as slick as yours, i’d say you were going into heat.”

he looks over his shoulder at jimin’s words, and sees taehyung squeezing a whole bottle of what seems to be lube into his hole. “heat?” he murmurs, dazed.

“mm-hm. gonna wanna be fucked till you pass out, right?” and jungkook knows what jimin means; it’s something they’ve talked about before—all starting because jimin caught the younger reading fanfiction of the band on his phone—playing around with fantasy heats and ruts. he knows they’re basing their scene today on taehyung’s ‘rut’, but he didn’t think his ‘heat’ would happen so soon, if at all. the thought of being railed until he passes out is all he wants, now that it’s come up.

“‘m in heat,” he mumbles, and jimin spanks his ass cheek, making him cry out.

“what was that?”

“i’m in heat!” he yells, and taehyung seems unable to restrain himself any longer, pushing in and falling onto jungkook’s back. he starts humping immediately, barely pulling out on each thrust, but the lack of substantial friction is made up for by how his cock is jabbing directly into jungkook’s prostate every single time.

he barely registers jimin’s weight being lifted from the bed, the older pulling a chair over to watch the two of them go at it. he does, however, hear the slick sounds of jimin’s hand as he strokes his own dick, and it makes him turn his head more to watch, the sight almost as wonderful as the feeling of taehyung inside of him. “pretty ‘yung,” he gets out, the words garbled from how he can’t really close his mouth, jaw dropped open and spit spilling out as he’s fucked dumb.

jimin smiles, face flushed red. “not as pretty as my babies.”

taehyung whines from behind jungkook, speeding up briefly at the praise; jungkook’s pretty sure his eyes roll back, and jimin laughing is near confirmation of it. “gonna breed the slut, taehyungie? fill him up with your pups?” he kicks his hips a few more times, and jungkook is sure he’s about to come but then taehyung stops, whimpering as he climaxes, his come joining the lube that feels like it’s leaking down the backs of jungkook’s legs.

jungkook cries out, panicking as he’s left empty, and jimin lets go of his dick to rush over and run his hands all over jungkook. “baby, are you okay? what’s your color?”

“green! but don’ wanna be empty!” he knows he sounds petulant, but his high feels disrupted and he needs more. jimin kisses him softly, murmuring that he’ll help, but he needs to be good and hold on, then climbs off of jungkook.

“taetae, will you let jungkookie hold you while i finish getting him off?” he hears jimin ask, and he hopes so much that taehyung will agree; he wants to be close to his hyung, wants to kiss him again. he doesn’t hear taehyung answer, and it makes him wonder if the older is still feeling floaty, too, but jimin responds so he must have nodded. “good baby, let’s get the bun up and you can lay under him.”

they work together to rearrange, and once taehyung is laying on his back, staring at jungkook who has his cuffed wrists between taehyung’s neck and the pillow, bodies pressed together, jungkook can’t resist leaning down and connecting their lips. he pulls back, nuzzling against the older’s cheek. “bred me so well, hyung, thank you.”

taehyung beams, but still doesn’t speak, just soaks up jungkook’s body heat and hums as he nibbles on the younger’s ear. jungkook ruts down, but at taehyung’s wince and noise of pain, jimin steps in and pulls at jungkook’s hips, forcing him to hold his lower half up on his knees. “don’t hurt the puppy, koo; that’s not how you thank him for knocking you up like you wanted.”

jungkook whines, wiggling his rear back and forth. “is hyung going to fuck me, too?”

there’s silence, then without warning, jimin is pushing his dick into jungkook’s loose hole. it draws groans from the both of them, and jungkook pants as the older grips his hips and starts pumping. “master always feels so good, doesn’t he, bunny?” taehyung whispers into his ear and it makes jungkook sniffle, tears he didn’t even realize were ready to emerge starting to fall down his cheeks. he nuzzles against taehyung, little hiccups leaving his throat as jimin picks up his pace.

“s’ close,” he pants out, and taehyung bites hard on his earlobe. jungkook comes, then, making a mess between him and taehyung. jimin seems to realize this and goes to pull out but jungkook sobs, panicked again. “no! keep going!”

“but you’re sensitive, baby,” jimin says gently, but jungkook just tries to shove back onto the older’s cock again.

“‘s okay, i can take it.”

taehyung tightens his embrace around jungkook and pulls him up for a deep kiss, jungkook making little hitching sobs into it as jimin doesn’t let up on his swollen prostate. it feels like jimin’s never going to stop and jungkook isn’t sure what his body’s doing but he feels wound tighter and tighter again, like he’s going to come. he’s confused because he doesn't feel his dick getting hard, but he’s too hazy to really worry about it.

jimin speeds up and jungkook is on the edge of the cliff, about to give into the pleasure again, so he pulls away from the kiss, taking deep gulps of air as he lets go—

and pisses.

jimin stops abruptly, his voice sounding shocked when he speaks to taehyung. “did he just—”

taehyung nods, and jungkook can feel his throat move when he speaks, from how his face is pressed so close to it. “yep.”

“fuck that’s hot,” jimin gasps, thrusting in harder than before a few times before coming, waiting until jungkook’s finished relieving himself before pulling out.

jungkook stays pressed up against taehyung for as long as he can during the come down, feeling needy in the same way he’s sure taehyung is, considering he didn’t get full aftercare due to jungkook not being done yet. jimin eventually separates them, helping to remove the collars and jungkook’s cuffs, then the three cuddle up together, jimin petting their sides and showering endearments on them until they’re coherent enough to get washed up.

he ends up falling asleep with them, arm draped over taehyung’s and jimin’s waists as he spoons up behind taehyung, drifting off quickly.

—

jungkook’s exploration of watersports gets taken up a notch one day when they’re travelling for some hours in a van to get to a festival being put on by show champion.

“hyung, can we stop? i’ve gotta pee really badly.”

sejin sighs from the passenger seat. “namjoon-ah, you should’ve gone before we left.”

he looks ashamed and jungkook is tempted to stand up for him, but while he’s formulating his approach so he hopefully doesn’t lose his job, sejin distracts him. “jungkook-ah, can you take care of this?” he turns back around to continue typing on his phone, then, leaving jungkook staring at namjoon blankly.

“what does he mean?” he asks, and seokjin laughs from the back row.

“i’m pretty sure he’s expecting you to drink it, bun.”

namjoon splutters. “what? koo, you don’t have to—” but jungkook is already unbuckling his seatbelt, crawling over namjoon’s thigh to kneel on the floor between his legs. he can’t pretend the concept isn’t intriguing, and even if he doesn’t like it, he can suck it up this once. “jungkookie,” namjoon chokes out, bringing a hand down to stroke along the younger’s jaw. “i can just use a bottle—”

it’s yoongi that bursts into giggles this time. “joonie, there aren’t any.”

namjoon starts freaking out at that, asking why they have no bottles, stating that it’s impossible that none of them have finished a single serving of water this far into the trip, but jungkook tunes him out when he spots a plethora of empty bottles and cans in the gap between the seats, littering the floor just out of namjoon’s line of sight. he opens his mouth, ready to bring attention to them, but then he catches yoongi’s eye. the older gives him a slight smirk, eyes pointedly looking at what jungkook’s planning to acknowledge, then winks.

jungkook has never felt happier about yoongi being almost the same level of depraved as he is.

“joon hyung,” he says, startling the older who apparently had forgotten about jungkook sitting pretty between his legs. “it’s fine, i want to help. besides, it’s my job; sejin hyung asked me to do this.”

namjoon groans, bringing his hand to palm his dick and jungkook realizes that it isn’t the motion of someone trying to stop their bladder from acting up, but is instead because namjoon is aroused. “shit, i— don’t worry about it, baby. i don’t have to piss anymore.”

jungkook cocks his head. “what do you mean?”

“the urge passed,” he replies, but taehyung leans over the back of the seat from next to yoongi, looking directly at namjoon’s crotch.

“he’s hard and can’t pee.”

“taehyung!” namjoon gasps, scandalized, but taehyung has already adopted a shit-eating grin and sits back in his seat to giggle with yoongi.

jungkook decides to stop them from debating and just gets to work, planting his hands on namjoon’s thick thighs to steady himself. “jimin hyung, can you help?” jimin nods from the end of the row, leaning over to unbutton namjoon’s pants and reaching in to take out his dick.

“minnie!” namjoon scolds, but jimin just shrugs.

“it’s not the first time i’ve touched your cock, hyung. and it’s for a good cause.”

jungkook laughs, patting one of the older’s thighs to get his attention. “i don’t have to do anything if you really don’t want me to, hyung.” he pauses, then bites the bullet, knowing that it’s what he’d like in this situation. “what’s your color, namjoon hyung?”

silence sweeps over the vehicle, and jungkook is worried that he messed up, that he really isn’t supposed to ask his dom that, but namjoon just smiles warmly at him after he’s shaken off his shock. “i’m green, koo. thank you for checking, it means a lot to me.”

jungkook beams, then decides to go for it, leaning in to engulf namjoon’s dick in his mouth. he starts sucking right away, the weight on his tongue as pleasing as always, and it doesn’t take long for the older to get into it, burying his hands in jungkook’s hair and thrusting his hips forward. jungkook can hear the rest of the members going back to their earlier business, and the fact that he’s getting namjoon off like it’s just a normal task and not something sexual shoots heat through his body.

he gags on a harder thrust and the convulsions of his throat must feel good, because namjoon comes with a loud moan. jungkook swallows it, and when he realizes no one’s speaking again, he opens his eyes to see them all looking at him intently. “are you sure?” namjoon whispers, and at jungkook’s nod, the older closes his eyes like he’s concentrating, not taking long to let go and fill jungkook’s mouth with hot piss.

he moans, the taste mild and the heat filling his tummy in the same way drinking hot chocolate would. he thinks he hears the members whispering to each other, and the knowledge that he’s just being used like an object more than a person solidifies his erection. he reaches down to shove his hand into his pants, teasing at his tip with his fingers, but namjoon’s stream cuts off just as he’s getting into it. he whimpers, not wanting to let go of the other’s soft cock, but namjoon winces when he suckles, so jungkook pulls away.

“sorry, baby, too sensitive,” he says. “you did so good, though, perfect little urinal for hyung.”

the words make jungkook cry out, squeezing around the base of his dick in the hopes of avoiding coming just from that.

“oh, he likes that,” hoseok says. “wanna come help me, cutie?”

jungkook nods, clambering over the seats to get to hoseok in the back. he kneels on the empty seat beside the older, bending down on all fours to take hoseok’s already exposed dick into his mouth. seokjin’s hand tugs his jeans down from behind him, and with his cock and balls dangling under him, he whimpers, suckling on hoseok until he floods jungkook’s mouth.

“too bad he’s not prepped, this could’ve been a fun position,” he hears seokjin say, the older’s fingers tracing his rim while his other hand wraps around jungkook’s cock. he jacks the youngest off while he works to avoid choking on hoseok’s piss, and as soon as he’s being pulled off hoseok’s cock, he lets himself focus on his own need and comes into seokjin’s hand in minutes.

he stays between the two of them until they arrive, ending up the last to climb out of the van.

“okay guys, we’ve got—” namjoon says, looking around at the empty lot they’re emerging into, stopping when jungkook’s foot kicks an empty juice bottle out of the van onto the concrete. “kook-ah, is that what i think it is?”

“uh—”

“oh yeah, there were like ten of them lying around, joonie,” yoongi declares. “jungkook was just desperate, so i lied.”

“is that true, bun?” namjoon asks, stepping closer to jungkook, and the look in his eyes is dark; jungkook is in for it and he can’t pretend he’s not excited.

“maybe?”

namjoon tsks. “stay still, you’re not getting away with a stunt like that.” he waits for jungkook to nod, the pause long enough that the younger could safeword out if he needed, but when it seems okay, he spins jungkook around, tugging him back against his broad chest. “i think a good punishment would be to make you walk around wet. what do you think, bun?”

jungkook groans, grinding back into namjoon’s dick, but the older gets a firm hold on his hips instead. “no, you’re not getting anything like that.” he wraps an arm around jungkook’s ribcage, the other going lower, palm flat over jungkook’s bladder. “say stop if it’s too much, otherwise be quiet.”

he nods, then namjoon presses, hard, massaging jungkook’s lower abdomen and bringing all of his attention to where he’s filled up with not only his own urine, but namjoon’s and hoseok’s as well. he whimpers, trying to squirm away from the unavoidable sensation, but namjoon doesn’t let up, swapping from tight circles to pressing his fingertips down all at once.

“fuck, hyung,” he whines out as he’s no longer able to hold back, his muscles relaxing and the relief of emptying his bladder taking over him. he pisses and pisses, jeans going dark quickly as he’s unable to stop himself, and when he finally feels like he has nothing else to release, he slumps in namjoon’s arms.

sejin tsks, startling jungkook from his damp bliss. “you’re gonna have to change now, both of you. i know you’re young and horny, but you guys can’t walk around like that.”

jungkook turns, burying his face in namjoon’s chest, not thinking about how he’s soaking the front of the older’s jeans even more. “well, now that you just got me equally as wet, we’re gonna have to listen to him. get in the van, we’ve got spare clothes in the back.”

it only takes a little bit to get them into dry bottoms, but after a fair deal of whining from jungkook, namjoon lets him keep his wet briefs on underneath his new sweats, assuring that he’ll be half hard for at least another hour.

—

it’s just about to be a full year of working with bangtan when jungkook texts jaehyun.

[yunoh (6:26 pm)]
dude you get railed by them on the reg, stop whining

he doesn’t get a response, but that’s normal with jaehyun; the guy is busy almost all of the time, and even when he’s not, he’s a terrible texter. when jungkook goes to sleep a few hours later, he’s forgotten the short conversation, having been distracted by the monopoly tournament to end all monopoly tournaments and the wrestling match between seokjin and jimin that followed it.

—

[yunoh (12:01 pm)]
im outside your place

[yunoh (12:13 pm)]
dude come vouch for me, the guards wont let me in and im getting bored

[yunoh (12:25 pm)]
eh nevermind, one of your boyfies came down. have fun with ur shit, bro 😎

[jin hyung (12:30 pm)]
hey bun, care to explain why you have every one of our main album photocards except for the ones of me? :(

[hobi (12:35 pm)]
baby youd better come home, jin hyung is about to cry

[rap monster (12:50 pm)]
i know youre not looking at these but id hide, jin hyung is coming to drag you home

—

jungkook towels his hair off as he heads to the gym locker his things are in. he’s just finished showering, proud of himself for using his time off to actually come here instead of lazing around the dorm, and he finds it feels nice to ignore the world for a little bit while he works up a sweat. he opens the locker, pulling out his bag, and notices right away that his phone is vibrating.

[yoongles (1:00 pm)]
rip jeon jungkook

[jimin-ssi (1:00 pm)]
text me if jin hyung doesnt murder you in cold blood, i found this edible underwear and wanna figure out your size

[taetae (1:00 pm)]
wanna grab pizza later?

[taetae (1:00 pm)]
i have been informed that youre dead. i miss you already kookie

he scrolls up through his notifications, trying to figure out why everyone seems convinced seokjin is out for blood, when he hears his hyung’s shrill yelling from outside the locker room. throwing his stuff into the bag and slamming the locker closed, he practically runs into the main lobby, panic flooding through him that something’s seriously wrong.

“—need to get to one person! i have my own gym at home, i don’t need to try to sneak into yours! i’m only looking for ju—” he seems to spot jungkook and stops, rage directed at the younger, now. “you little fucker.”

jungkook feels tears spring to his eyes, working hard to keep them in. “i’m sorry.”

“you’d better be!” jungkook has no idea why he’s in trouble, but he’s never seen seokjin mad so he assumes he’s earned it. “why the fuck am i the only member of bangtan you don’t care about?”

“huh?”

“what do you mean, ‘huh?’. it’s pretty straightforward, jeon jungkook. you have maybe two of my photocards and i don’t know what i did to deserve that!”

his confusion just grows at the mention of photocards, but jungkook is no longer scared that he actually fucked up, considering nothing that’s been brought up has rung a bell. “so i didn’t forget an important date or something?” he asks.

seokjin’s ire disappears immediately. “what do you mean?”

“i have no idea why you’re mad, hyung; i assumed i’d forgotten something or, i don’t know, thrown out a family heirloom.”

“oh.” seokjin looks around, then, jungkook doing the same. they’ve gathered a small crowd, thankfully none of which have their phones out, but there’s no privacy either way. “let’s,” seokjin steps closer to grab jungkook’s hand, tugging him toward the exit. “let’s go home, kookie.”

once they’re in the car, seokjin turns to him. “your friend brought over your old bangtan merch.”

it’s not at all what jungkook’s expecting, honestly. “i— what?”

“jaehyun? i’m pretty sure that was his name. he appeared in the lobby with this massive cardboard box and bothered security about it for so long they eventually called us to see if they could kick him out.” seokjin seems to get distracted by his thoughts. “i’ve never seen anyone so apathetic about seeing us while simultaneously holding a fuckton of our merchandise.”

jungkook snorts. he’s no longer close to crying, his curiosity taking over. “and why did that lead to you trying to flay me in front of an entire gym?”

seokjin blinks. “you must have two hundred photocards, jungkookie.”

he blushes. “i mean, yeah that sounds about right. i don’t know why you’re reminding me; you already knew i was a fan before i was hired.”

“no, no, that’s not the problem. i’m just curious why there are only like five of me in all of your binders of them.”

he sits there, dumbfounded by that being the reason seokjin had caused a scene. “hyung.”

“yes?”

“jesus christ, jin hyung. that’s what this is about?”

seokjin looks like he’s genuinely hurt and it’s then that jungkook realizes that the man doesn’t know the fine details of the photocard market of his own fanbase. “seokjin. the only reason i don’t have many of yours is that they’re expensive and considered uncommon or rare.”

the older’s brow furrows. “what?”

“the ones i have of yours took me years to obtain. it wasn’t intentional that i didn’t have more of yours, you’re just so popular, fans snatch your cards up and hoard them.”

jungkook wants to laugh at the concern on seokjin’s face, but his amusement dies when he speaks, tone tentative. “so you weren’t choosing the other members over me?” he scoots closer to seokjin, reaching out to take his hand.

“hyung, i’ve liked all of you for so long. i would’ve finished my collection eventually if you guys didn’t hire me.” jungkook brings seokjin’s hands to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of each of them. “i had to hide it all away when the very real possibility of any of you in my house became a thing.”

“oh,” seokjin says, seeming to finally feel settled. he wraps an arm around jungkook’s shoulders and squeezes. jungkook looks up at him, glad he no longer sounds insecure, but regret takes over when seokjin’s face is suddenly devilish. “so this means i can tease you about the rest of it, then.”

“wait, no, i didn’t say that!” jungkook rushes to say, but seokjin’s smiling wide already.

“too late! now, tell me; those fanmade body pillows, did you use them one at a time? or swap them out depending on your mood?”

jungkook groans, burying his head in his hands and trying to tune out seokjin.

—

bangtan seems to get all of their teasing out when seokjin and jungkook return to the dorm, so the youngest assumes that the subject will be forgotten by the next day.

he’s paying his phone bill when yoongi pops into his room, and of all the things he’s expecting from his hyung, what he actually says isn’t even on the list. “don’t think i didn’t see those incredibly hard to find physical copies of my solo stuff.”

“i—” jungkook flushes, unsure where this is going, but already embarrassed. “i’m sorry?”

yoongi just chuckles. “don’t apologize, baby, it’s flattering. i was actually here to ask if you maybe wanted to feature on a track for my next mixtape? don’t feel pressured, though.”

jungkook knows he looks ridiculous, mouth working with no sounds coming out, but he’s being offered something he’s only dreamed of before. “of course i want to!”

the older laughs. “i’ve got an idea for your part already; if you wanna come with me to the studio, we can start recording.”

jungkook doesn’t know how he misses the smirk on yoongi’s face, but a half hour later, when he’s bent over a rickety wooden stool in a recording booth, lips brushing the mic with every thrust of yoongi’s dick into him, he feels like it should’ve been obvious.

“hy-hyung, please.”

yoongi hasn’t said a word since they started, jungkook assuming he wants the audio to only be of the younger, but he took his time fingering jungkook open, kneeling down to lick around his rim and draw high pitched keening from him, then stood up and slammed in so fast jungkook screamed. he wishes any of the other members would come into the studio, see him with his skirt flipped up and his top dangling off his arm; wants them to join in and fill his mouth up too.

jungkook can feel himself getting close, wordless noises leaving his mouth as he tries to keep himself upright, and then yoongi spits on where their bodies are joined together, the noise loud in contrast to his previous silence, and jungkook is wailing as he comes onto the carpet. yoongi plunges in a few more times before stilling as well, waiting until they’ve both caught their breath to speak. “was that good, bun?”

he turns his head to glare. “don’t fish for compliments, you know it was good.” it makes yoongi cackle as he pulls out, helping jungkook redress before they go out to the soundboard. “i’m assuming you don’t actually need vocals for a song?”

yoongi turns to him, face softening. “we can record you singing for another song at some point, but, no, i didn’t need vocals this time. this track is probably only going into our group’s shared storage so we can all listen to it, but nothing more than that.”

jungkook just pouts. “but what if i want you to use it?” he laughs when yoongi chokes on his spit.

“jungkookie, it’s very obviously moaning; i don’t think i can get away with including that on a song.”

he tries to amp his doe eyes up, pout growing. “but hyung, don’t you want to help me fulfill my fanboy dreams?”

yoongi lasts about a minute before he’s giving in, agreeing to figure out how to add it. jungkook leaves to hang out with hoseok, and a few hours later, namjoon and yoongi appear carrying a laptop. “yoongi hyung is denying it, but i can tell the sound of our baby being fucked good.” he presses play and a song that yoongi must have already been mostly finished with starts playing, jungkook’s sounds of pleasure a steady rumble in the background of it.

“it’s a trick of the audio—” yoongi tries, but hoseok just laughs.

“joonie is right, hyung. that’s kookie for sure.”

“you can’t prove anything,” yoongi pouts.

“oh yeah? watch me,” namjoon says, smile deadly as he puts the computer down, walking over to jungkook on the couch. “hey baby boy, can you stand up and bend over the couch?”

jungkook sends a mental apology to yoongi, because no matter how much he wants to help his hyung slip the song past the censors, he can’t say no to namjoon talking like that. “yes, hyung.”

“koo!” yoongi barks and jungkook sends him an apologetic smile. hoseok joins namjoon, and the two of them get his skirt out of the way, revealing his bare bottom. one set of hands pulls his cheeks apart while the other slides fingers into his hole and he moans, twitching when the withdrawal of the digits causes yoongi’s come to make its way out.

hoseok steps back, gesturing at the mess for yoongi. “trick of the audio.”

yoongi grumbles and despite how turned on he is, jungkook can’t help his laughter.

—

it’s not the first time jungkook’s used the fluffy bunny tail plug that jimin and taehyung bought him, but it is the first time he’s done so in public. he’s got on his crotchless panties, pink pleated skirt over them, and every time he sits, he’s reminded of the toy as it presses against his prostate.

“is the baby bun okay?” seokjin coos, tone mocking as he adjusts the bunny ear headband he’s also wearing, and it sends heat to jungkook’s dick. he takes some deep breaths, trying to keep from getting hard, not when an erection will inevitably lift the front of his very short skirt and show how bare he is. “stand up, sweetheart, show hyung your cute little cottontail.”

jungkook shakes his head, not wanting the people wandering the halls who don’t know about their sex lives to see him with a prostate massager sticking out from his ass cheeks.

taehyung gasps from beside him. “did you just tell hyung ‘no’? you just don’t wanna come today, do you, naughty boy?”

his eyes widen, remembering that he’s under their control unless he explicitly tells them to stop. he stands, wobbling a little at first from the heels he’s wearing, and turns away from seokjin so he has access to the toy. “take a step forward, bun, let all of us see,” jimin chirps, and jungkook blushes, but does as told.

“god, do we have to do everything?” hoseok says, sounding annoyed. “bend over, jungkook. we can’t see your tail if it’s covered up.”

he turns his head to glare, but the stern look he gets in return makes him gulp, rushing to lean down and grab his own ankles. his ears tumble off, landing on the floor with a clatter, and he’s suddenly sad that they’re going to get dirty.

he knows the group loves how bendy he is, he just wishes they didn’t ask him to do it in front of all of their stylists. he hears the sound of multiple girls giggling and he looks up from his position to see a cluster of random staff watching him in amusement. “hyungs,” he whines, but the sudden feeling of hands on his ass startles him.

“green?” namjoon asks, and with jungkook’s nod, the leader speaks loud enough to be heard by everyone in their entourage. “we’re going into the conference room. if you want to follow, feel free; our bunny is going to put on a show, which i know is tempting. but just know that what’s going to happen is exactly what you’re imagining, so don’t come in if that’s not your thing.”

he pats jungkook’s ass then tells him to get up, guiding him toward an empty room, a small crowd following them in. the staff all stick to the edges of the room, but jungkook gets directed to the center of it, bangtan surrounding him. “let’s get this off you,” jimin says, voice too chipper for what he’s planning. he unzips the back of jungkook’s skirt and the garment falls to the floor in a circle around his feet. he yelps, hands automatically moving to cover his dick, but taehyung grabs his wrists to prevent it.

“no, bunny. everyone wants to see.”

jungkook looks, then, at how people are lounging around. some are watching intently, clearly turned on, others are chatting within their small groups, occasionally looking at jungkook. his dick seems to like the idea because, despite his brain screaming at him to stay soft, his erection grows quickly. “so pretty,” he hears someone say and it makes him blush.

he yelps again when his plug is being pulled out with no fanfare, leaving his legs trembling and dick dripping precome. “hyung!” he complains, wanting to be full again.

taehyung steps around to his front, smiling as he reaches up to put jungkook’s headband back on. “can’t be a free use bunny hole without your bunny ears.”

jungkook moans at that, and it seems like all his hyungs need to hear for someone to push in fingers, jackhammering them into him as he clings to taehyung’s shoulders. namjoon eventually wraps a hand around jungkook’s dick, stroking with a too loose grip, just for the tease of it, and hoseok seems to get tired of pumping his hand, because he smacks jungkook’s ass and says, voice low, “i know you’re used to dicks in this cunt, but surely you’re getting enough stimulation to squirt for us.”

seokjin flicks his nipple, then, and he’s coming, shooting all over the front of his shirt.

someone murmurs about how they have a meeting on the other side of the building, so after checking that jungkook wants to keep going, they start the trek over.

jungkook is dressed again, his skirt covering him up once more, ears perky on the top of his head. he’s more wobbly in his shoes now that he’s all loose limbed from orgasm, but hoseok and jimin flank him as they walk, letting him lean on them whenever he struggles. yoongi right behind him doesn’t make the journey any easier, though; whenever they slow down, yoongi tugs at his tail to make him jump. his soft cock is dangling freely in front, sticky from his come, and it slaps against his thighs with every step forward, but it feels good.

when they get to the designated conference room, he’s slightly shocked to see bang sihyuk and some other higher ranking people from the company. he isn’t sure why he’s here, not if this is as important of a meeting as he assumes, but when everyone sits down and he doesn’t see a chair for himself, he supposes he shouldn’t be surprised when he gets waved over to seokjin to sit on him instead.

he perches on the older’s thighs, prepared to sit pretty while they have the meeting, but he hears a zipper and turns to see his hyung’s dick jutting out. “c’mon, baby, let hyung use your hole.” it’s quiet in his ear, but he still can feel the stares of the businessmen in the room. seokjin’s hands grab his hips, tugging him back, and suddenly his tail is being pulled out in order to be replaced by his dick.

sihyuk speaks from the head of the table, tone jovial. “i’m glad to see you boys having fun, but make sure you pay attention today, we’ve got important things to discuss. and jungkook-ah,” he pauses while jungkook looks at him, trying to hold back a moan when seokjin chooses that moment to thrust, “i’d like to request you keep your volume low, okay?”

jungkook manages to nod, despite the fact that seokjin has been rocking up into him the whole time.

“okay, let’s get started, then,” the ceo says, clapping his hands and turning to a whiteboard. seokjin locks his chair and starts thrusting up while he listens, so jungkook lets himself get lost in it, not bothering to retain anything from the business end of things. when seokjin finally comes, he whispers to jungkook to find another seat, so the younger looks from member to member until he realizes jimin is watching.

“oh, your tail,” seokjin says, still quiet, then pushes the plug in and forces jungkook to stand. he walks to the other side of the table, feeling awkward, but the conversation goes on like he isn’t even there.

“ah, my turn?” jimin asks, and after pulling out the plug again, he seats jungkook down and the process starts again.

by the time the meeting is done, jungkook is feeling so light and floaty he can’t even walk properly, so namjoon requests they have the room to themselves for a little while longer. once it’s just the seven of them, he raids a mini fridge and helps jungkook take sips of water while he cuddles with taehyung.

—

despite namjoon’s frequent protests of how jungkook doesn’t need to do the chores, since it was all just a front to see if he was comfortable around them and would want to be fucked, he still has days where he just wants to help.

he wakes up early, helping one of the staff members carry their groceries into the dorm, chatting with them before they head out for their next task. after that, he decides to make jimin’s week a little brighter, calling around to find this one pair of boots the older was struggling to find. it takes him about six tries, but he finds a store a few hours away that’s willing to deliver them, so he places the order and hangs up the phone with a smile.

he folds the wash, matches about fifty socks, organizes the linen closet, finally implements a system to manage the cords in his room, and helps seokjin prepare a large batch of kimchi to go in the fridge for later. by the time he agrees to go to the gym with namjoon, it’s been hours and he hasn’t gone to the bathroom once.

it’s not a big deal; he’s done more tasks than this with a full bladder before; he knows how to hold it. it doesn’t even hurt, yet, so he downs half of his bottle of water before spotting his hyung while he lifts weights. they do some cardio and he finishes his drink while he’s cooling down after running for a bit, and it’s then that his brain starts screaming at him to find a bathroom or regret it.

“wanna do a little kickboxing?” namjoon asks, his dimple showing, and jungkook yeets the blaring internal alarms just to keep his hyung smiling like that. he nods, and they get gloved up, moving into their starting stances.

jungkook manages to get a single hit in before namjoon’s clumsiness acts up and he lands a jab a little too low on jungkook’s tummy, piss practically forced out of his bladder in a great gush. they both stand there, staring at his soaked leggings, and then he bolts.

it’s not the first time jungkook’s wet himself around the band, but it's the first time it’s happened unintentionally. the shame and the relief are mixing into an intoxicating cocktail and jungkook locks himself in a supply closet to tug his drenched bottoms down and get himself off. there’s a knock not even half a minute after he’s closed the door; he goes still, hoping namjoon won’t realize he’s in here.

“c’mon, bunny, let me in. looked so hot, just wanna fuck your thighs, please.”

jungkook gapes, not realizing namjoon would be just as into what happened, then turns around and unlocks the door, tugging namjoon inside and slamming it shut. he pulls the older down into a kiss, pushing forward to rut against him, and he whines at the solid friction through the damp cloth clinging to his legs.

“turn around, pretty baby.”

jungkook moves, letting namjoon pull his pants down around his knees. he pushes into the small gap between this upper thighs and it’s not really slick enough, but jungkook doesn’t care, just wants this to happen now. he groans at the first thrust, namjoon’s dick rubbing along his sac and perineum, and can’t hold back from coming after only a few more minutes. namjoon keeps going, putting his hand over the part of jungkook’s stomach where his bladder resides, pushing down while he thrusts and causing small spurts to leak from jungkook’s dick.

“come on me, hyung.” jungkook begs, and when namjoon does, jungkook can feel it painting his thighs.

“can hyung make you messier?” he asks and the younger nods, wanting it more than he can explain. namjoon grunts, hand slipping low enough to touch his own dick where it pokes out from between jungkook’s thighs. “gonna get you so wet, have you covered in me for the rest of the day.”

jungkook sighs happily, wanting that so badly. he lets namjoon suck on his neck as he points his dick down; when he lets go, it pours down along jungkook’s legs, soaking into his pants and socks. he whines, his cock trying valiantly to get hard again, but before it does, namjoon finishes, shaking off his dick as much as he can without pulling away from jungkook.

“feel good?”

“mm-hm,” jungkook hums, leaning his head back to nuzzle into namjoon’s neck.

when they separate, namjoon kneels to help jungkook get his saturated leggings back up, telling him that he has to walk back to the car like that, since he has nothing to change into. jungkook flushes, but keeps pace with namjoon on the walk, trying to pretend the people looking at them don’t know what happened.

they climb into the car and namjoon scoops him up onto his lap, keeping him from getting the seat dirty while allowing him to whisper praise in jungkook’s ear.

—

jungkook trudges into the dorm one night, lagging behind the rest of the group; he’s dead on his feet and has been on the edge of tears all day, everything just feeling like it’s going wrong. his plans consist of faceplanting in bed and not moving until his alarm goes off, but taehyung’s hand on his arm stops him from disappearing to his room.

“c’mere, kookie. let hyung draw you a bath.”

he grumbles. “i want to sleep, tae.”

taehyung pulls him in to kiss him softly. “let me at least try to help, koo. please? i’ll wash your hair and everything.”

the thought of having his hair played with is tempting enough to make him agree, so he follows taehyung into the bathroom, letting the older strip him while the water runs in the background, steaming up the room. taehyung starts rubbing his shoulders and it makes jungkook feel boneless, but his guilt starts kicking in after a minute. “hyung, you’ve had a rough day, too. you shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“jungkook.” taehyung turns him around to look him in the eyes. “you had a random photographer scream at you for twenty minutes today for just existing. you deserve to be pampered, it’s the least i can do.”

it makes jungkook smile a little. “thank you, hyung.”

taehyung takes his hand. “let’s get in, baby.”

they soak for a little while, taehyung having jungkook lift his limbs so he can run the washcloth over them, taking much longer than normal to scrub at jungkook’s hair when the younger lets out little sighs of pleasure at the first touches. he kisses along jungkook’s shoulders, and the younger melts into him, forgetting about his goal of ignoring the world until the next day.

when they eventually get out, taehyung tucks him into bed, a gesture that should feel condescending, but ends up being affectionate instead.

“thank you, taetae hyung. you made me feel a lot better, you were right.”

taehyung smiles at him. “anything for you, kookie.”

“i l—” he catches himself before the ‘love’ word can slip out, trying to make it seems like a yawn instead. “i’ll see you tomorrow, hyung.”

he gets a kiss on the forehead, not seeing taehyung leave because he’s asleep in seconds.

—

the incident where he almost confessed his feelings lingers in his head for days. it gets to the point where he can’t stop thinking about just letting his feelings out, so he starts a spontaneous group call with his friends. bambam looks annoyed, plate of food in front of him that he just sat down to eat, but the rest all seem mostly concerned that he’s facetiming them instead of just texting.

“this better be important, kook. i’ve got pasta to eat,” bambam starts.

“i’m in love with my bosses and i don’t know what to do.”

bambam’s face softens along with the rest of the groups’. “why don’t you tell them, kookie?” minghao asks, but jungkook just shakes his head.

“isn’t that the opposite of what all popular media says? ‘you don’t tell your sugar daddy about your feelings’ or something.”

“doesn’t popular media also tell women that they need to have a thigh gap?” eunwoo says, and seokmin nods along.

“popular media can eat my dick and all the dicks of my family,” yugyeom adds. “seriously, though, koo. if you don’t tell them, you’re just prolonging your pining.”

“they all seemed to adore you when i came by, so that’s a good sign!” jaehyun beams.

mingyu starts sputtering at that, eyebrows furrowed. “wait, you met bangtan? and didn’t tell us?” jaehyun mumbles an ‘oops’ and shuts off his camera, the rest of the conversation devolving into chaos about how the two of them now know big names in the industry and aren’t introducing the rest to their favorite idols. jungkook doesn’t think he’s going to get anything else out of the conversation so he props his phone up against his computer and just listens to them, reminded of their college days and getting scolded by staff for being too loud in the dining hall.

his phone buzzes and he picks it up in confusion, wondering who’s texting him on his day off. it’s bambam, calmly sitting and staring at his camera, clearly waiting for jungkook to read it.

[bammie (5:06 pm)]
seriously, dude, tell them. they all seem just as in love with you, if your stories are anything to go by. and if they hurt you, let me know, ill destroy them

jungkook smiles; he’s pretty sure all of his friends have now promised to fight a group of men surrounded by heavy security and it amuses him to no end. he nods, watching as bambam nods back, then hangs up on his still squabbling friends.

—

he spends two weeks trying to convince himself to say something, but it feels like an impossible task. his entire future rides on their responses, and while he’s not concerned that they’re going to intentionally hurt him, at worst he’s out of a job. on the days he isn’t giving himself a failed pep talk, he’s trying to shove his emotions back into the box they came from; if he’s not in love anymore, then he can continue like nothing’s different. he doesn’t even realize he’s pulling away until he walks into the dorm after going to grab snacks for when he games, and the group is sitting around, waiting for him.

“come sit down, honey,” seokjin says, and yoongi scoots over a little so jungkook has a spot between him and hoseok. he stares at it for a moment, unsure if he should just bolt, but they all look concerned and there’s not much that makes him sadder than seeing people he cares about struggling.

the silence stretches once he’s squished into the couch, and his nerves ratchet higher and higher as it seems like no one is going to start the conversation. jimin’s the first to break, being the member to handle tension like this the worst. “something’s wrong, koo. we have no idea what’s changed, but you’ve been distant and we don’t know how to fix it.”

he hates seeing insecurity on his hyung’s face, so he rushes to think up a lie, something that will get them off his back for just a little longer, until he can figure out what he’s doing. “everything’s fine, hyung—”

taehyung sends him a look, one that’s a mix of annoyance and hurt. “please don’t lie, bun. we’ve known you long enough by now to tell when you’re not feeling like yourself.”

“you haven’t wanted to sleep with any of us in days,” hoseok says, but jungkook butts in before he can continue.

“i’m sorry, hyungs, i can help you guys relieve your tension tonight, if—”

hoseok sighs. “that’s not why i said it, baby. we don’t want you to do things you don’t enjoy, and we talked about giving you space on sex stuff so you wouldn’t feel pressured, but you’ve been turning down cuddling and dates and everything else.”

“are you feeling sick? or have you,” yoongi takes a breath like he’s gathering his strength to continue. “have you found someone?”

dread floods through jungkook. “no!” he doesn’t mean to shout, but the idea of leaving these men for someone else seems like an impossible task. he thinks about mingyu’s spare room and tries to figure out if he’ll be able to fit all of his stuff into it in case this ends poorly, then decides to take the plunge and hopes he doesn’t end up without both a job and the men he loves. “i,” he sighs. “i realized that i’m completely in love with you all and i’ve been trying to reconcile it with that fact that you guys only keep me around for sex and stuff.”

they all look stunned, so he rushes to continue. “it’s okay! i’ll be fine, and i’ll try to not make things awkward, it’s just taking a little bit to figure out how to not love you.” they’re still not saying anything and it’s like his worst nightmare has come true. “i’ve made it weird, haven’t i?” jungkook can feel the tears coming, words spilling out now. “i’ll go get my things packed and be out of your hair by tomorrow, i’m sorry.”

he manages to get about halfway out of his seat when hoseok drags him back down. “no.”

“no?” he echoes, trying not to sound as broken as he feels.

“god, we messed this up so bad, didn’t we?” seokjin whispers, sadness in his eyes that jungkook doesn’t understand.

“you didn’t mess up anything, it was me that caught feelings,” he reassures. “i mean, what sugar daddy falls in love with his sugar baby? that’s—”

namjoon finally speaks, looking just as close to tears as jungkook feels. “baby, you—” he comes to kneel in front of jungkook, taking the younger’s hands in his own. “you think we don’t love you?”

jungkook gapes, unsure what to say, not now that the conversation—which had seemed doomed—is taking this turn. “you. what?”

“we love you.” namjoon clutches even tighter at jungkook’s hands. hoseok scoots closer, yoongi doing the same a moment later, burying his face into the crook of jungkook’s neck. “we love you so much.”

seokjin comes to kneel beside namjoon, placing his hands on the younger’s thighs, kneading them slowly. “you’re our missing piece, kookie.”

“you guys weren’t missing a piece, i can’t possibly—”

there’s a clatter and jungkook looks away from seokjin’s intense stare to see jimin and taehyung clamoring to get out of their favorite chair, the entire thing having fallen over. they scramble up, standing behind the couch and tugging jungkook back to look up at them, their faces flipped upside down. “sweetheart,” jimin starts, pressing kisses on his forehead. “it feels like we’ve always been seven, ever since we met you.” taehyung nods and joins jimin in the light kisses.

hoseok steals one of jungkook’s hands from namjoon, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “please don’t move out, baby. we never want you to leave.”

jungkook lifts his head back up, looking from hyung to hyung. “oh.”

relief takes over namjoon’s face, and he smiles. “yeah, ‘oh’. clearly we need to work on conveying emotions better, because i thought we were being obvious.”

jungkook flushes, trying to pull away to hide his face in embarrassment; he’s stopped by the entire group who just press in closer. “nope, you’re ours now; you don’t get to hide from our affection,” yoongi says, smiling wide and gummy.

and, unless jungkook is completely reading everything so far off he’d be worried about his own social skills, now is the perfect time to say it. “i love you guys.”

bangtan all pile in on him at that, showering him with praise and affection and kisses and jungkook is so happy, he could cry.

—

things get even better once all of their feelings are out in the open. they take to giving him random gifts, holding his hand in public under the guise of not losing him in the crowd, leaning in at any chance they can to remind him how much they love him. he invites his friends over to meet his employers-turned-boyfriends and seokmin is star struck, pestering vocal line about singing techniques while eunwoo tries to keep his laughter in about how overwhelmed the three members look. bambam tries everything in his power to get them to set up his own sugar baby situation but with blackpink, and jungkook can see yoongi using all of his mental strength to resist telling the younger that the girl group are already together and not interested in men. they end up all getting along really well, bangtan extending an open invite for them to come over whenever, and jungkook can’t stop smiling.

he goes to red carpet events with them, dresses up in fancy suits or flowy skirts, and gets shuffled around from one hyung to another for cuddles while the event happens. a fansite pops up that’s dedicated to him and his two youngest hyungs tease him relentlessly for how they instinctively knew to go for rabbit based branding, despite them never going public with the nickname. he wears his bunny gear to their next taping and teases them back with glimpses of his tail, letting fans snap photos of him adjusting his ears.

they still drag him into closets and push him to his knees, tie him to the bed and ride him until he cries, put on shows for their closest staff; any kink they’d indulged in before now just feels amped up to eleven. jungkook finds himself thinking about his future, how he can picture himself growing old with the six men, and it makes everything just that little bit sweeter.

—

they’re settling in for movie night when jungkook walks into the room only wearing a long, fluffy sweater; he’d decided against any form of bottoms, considering what he has planned.

he walks to the center of the room, waiting for all of them to look at him before he claps his hands once and beams. “whose cock can i use first?”

hoseok waves him over first, matching jungkook’s smile with his own. he unzips his pants, stroking himself to full hardness while jungkook bends over, hands on the back of his armchair, to kiss him. he bats away hoseok’s hand, wrapping his own around the older’s dick, and it isn’t long before his hand gets pushed away, hoseok panting and gripping the armrests. “okay, sit, sit. god, you’re good at that, almost made me come before the movie even started.”

jungkook giggles, making sure the television is in his line of sight before he sits on hoseok’s erect cock. he groans, having done minimal preparation before he left his room, wanting to feel the first stretch as much as he can. “everyone ready?” namjoon asks and then starts the movie.

jungkook casually rides hoseok while the movie plays, not in a rush to get off, not when he’s got five other boyfriends to satisfy before the end credits roll. hoseok manages to last for longer than jungkook’s expecting, the older making it about a half hour before he grips jungkook’s waist, shushing him when he yelps. “you’re such a tease. hold on tight, gonna get you all slick for your next hyung.”

the words send heat through jungkook, and he whimpers as hoseok keeps him elevated off the seat somewhat, using the newly obtained space to pull his hips back farther before he thrusts in with force. “i call next!” taehyung whisper-yells right as hoseok is coming, holding him tight against his chest without removing his dick for a minute, while he comes down.

taehyung pouting pointedly at the two of them gets hoseok to let go, allowing jungkook to stand up on wobbly legs and move to engulf taehyung with his hole.

the movie passes quickly for jungkook, each of his hyungs emptying their loads into his ass and driving him closer and closer to his own climax, and by the time he gets to jimin, he’s floating, curled up sideways in his lap. jimin had requested he just relax, indicating he wants to prolong things and fuck jungkook senseless later, so he’s been letting himself bask in the stretch of his hyung’s cock in his hole, his fingers running through jungkook’s hair and other hand gripping warm around his ankle.

he doesn’t even register the rush of warm fluid at first, and when he does, he’s so lost in his own head that he has to really think about it to figure out what it even is. when it registers as unusual, he goes completely still, turning to find jimin completely engrossed in the movie.

“hyung?”

“hm?” jimin responds, clearly distracted.

“hyung,” jungkook tries again, voice strained, and when jimin actually gives him his full attention, it seems to finally click.

jimin is pissing.

into jungkook’s ass.

he squirms, the flow not abating and he vaguely wonders how much jimin had to drink today, but the thought is overshadowed by the pressure in his stomach and how owned he feels. “oh god, jungkookie, i’m sorry, i’m trying to stop, i pro—”

“no, please don’t stop,” jungkook moans.

he realizes then that everyone’s eyes are on him, and he imagines he’s a sight: sweaty, wiggling from the pleasure, belly slowly bulging out the tiniest bit, mouth dropped open with his tongue out.

“what’s going on?” he hears yoongi ask, tentative.

“more,” he begs, worried that jimin will stop, worried that he’ll be edged again because he’s so close now.

seokjin sounds worried. “is he okay?”

jimin just laughs, but it’s strained. “god, this is— well, we’ve got a new kink to explore, everyone.”

he thrusts up a little, and jungkook feels like the movement is going to make piss gush out and he yelps, hands flying to his rear in a futile attempt to keep it all in. hoseok seems to be the first to break out of his stupor. “what are you doing to our baby, minnie? what’s turning him into such a needy whore?” jungkook whimpers at the tone, the smirk clear in his hyung’s voice.

the stream finishes, way too soon, and jungkook’s panicking. “no, hyung, no. need more.”

“well, ask nicely and maybe someone will be gracious and help you out,” jimin says, jabbing at jungkook’s stomach and making him groan.

“jimin,” namjoon says, firm. “stop beating around the bush and tell us what’s happening.”

jungkook can hear the glee in jimin’s voice when he chirps, “it seems like our favorite urinal has two drains, you guys.” he punctuates the sentence with a thrust, and it makes jungkook cry out.

“holy fuck,” he hears and he was so so close and wants to come so bad, the frustration reaches a boiling point and he sobs.

“want more?” he hears from up close, taehyung apparently having come to him to help. “i’ve gotta go, i can fill you up till your little tummy is bursting, make you come while full of my piss?”

jungkook nods, head moving like it’s on a spring. “please.”

“clench, baby,” he says, then lifts jungkook off jimin, the youngest crying out from the feeling of liquid spilling out of his loose hole. he assumes he’s going to be moved across the room, but instead, jimin gets up and taehyung takes his place, pulling jungkook down onto him immediately. “hold on, bunny, hyung will take care of you.”

and then he lets go, wrapping a hand around jungkook’s dick while he does. they both moan at the sensations and before jungkook knows it, he’s coming everywhere, muscles tightening around taehyung and making him whine. jungkook drifts while his hyung finishes emptying his bladder, and when he finishes, they slump together.

“someone grab a plug, this is gonna be messy otherwise,” taehyung murmurs and the lights go up, movie forgotten as everyone rushes about. jungkook wonders what the bustle is about as he gets lifted off taehyung’s dick and plugged up; there’s a blanket draped over him, and he’s being handed a carton of banana milk and pulled closer to taehyung. he lets them fuss over him, and their soft words of love and affection are all he needs to shut his brain off and drift to sleep.

—

it’s been so long since he was first hired that the majority of the curiosity over jungkook’s near-constant presence around bangtan has long since died down. there are some people that still heavily discuss what his job entails, but most people have just started referring to him as the group’s main assistant and that’s that.

this is all to say that during one of their regularly scheduled fansigns, when he hears a fan joking about him being a fan as well, and how funny it would be to see him walking down the line to get his paycheck signed, he decides to go for it. he pesters sejin for any random piece of official merchandise that he can provide, then lines up when the number of fans waiting is much smaller, ducking behind girls that are much shorter than him in order to stay out of sight of his boyfriends.

he’s amused at the fans’ amusement, giggling when they catch on and work together to keep him hidden. when they’re close enough that he can’t pull it off any longer, he pulls the empty army bomb box and holds it so hopefully it’ll be the first thing jimin sees when he gets to the table.

“hi! thank you for coming to see us!” jimin says, eyes fixed on the box. his brow furrows when he registers that it’s empty. “is that what you want me to si—”

jimin looks up at that point, his eyes widening when he realizes it’s jungkook. the younger smiles. “hi, hyung.”

“what are you doing, koo?”

jungkook holds out the box once more, kneeling down in front of the table. “getting my merch signed, duh.”

jimin’s confusion just grows. “but you live with us.”

“and i own about two hundred pounds of your merchandise and none of it’s signed. i’m just fulfilling my fanboy goals, don’t at me.” he pouts, and jimin’s brow smooths out, his eyes scrunching into crescents as he smiles brightly.

he grabs the cardboard and flattens it out, bringing his marker down on it to sign his name. “bun, i don’t know if you realize this, but this is only an empty box.” he leans in so that no one can hear his next words. “i know we fucked you dumb this morning, but surely you can tell the difference between trash and one of our albums.”

jungkook moves quick, hand coming up to playfully bonk jimin on the head. “don’t be mean, hyung. this is what sejin was able to give me. i wasn’t planning this, just thought it would be fun.” jimin rubs his head exaggeratedly, then passes the box back to jungkook, reaching out to boop his nose in return.

“have fun, bunny.”

jungkook beams, shuffling down the table to hoseok, who is just as surprised. he goes from hyung to hyung until the end, where he reaches an amused yoongi. “come closer, baby bun, let hyung talk to you easier.” he nods, moving so his knees are under the table, the tablecloth draped over his entire lower half. “you're finally getting us to sign your stuff?”

the younger goes to respond, but ends up only letting out a small yelp when yoongi’s foot comes to rest directly on his dick, pressing down with his shoe, through the denim of jungkook’s jeans. “hyung!”

“what’s wrong?” yoongi asks, cocking his head and exuding so much faux innocence, jungkook would laugh if he wasn’t about to cry from the combined raw pleasure and sheer embarrassment. the older leans in again, voice lowering so much jungkook has to strain to hear him, his foot moving even more in what’s practically a footjob. “better hurry up and come, bunny. if you don’t, you’re gonna have to stand up in front of all of these fans with a hard on.”

he whimpers, and the fan to his left turns to look at him, curious. he smiles at them, strained, and keeps silent when yoongi adds more pressure. every movement is like an electric shock throughout his body, and he could die now and not be mad about it.

seokjin, who’s sitting next to yoongi, leans over to speak to the both of them. “jungkookie, is everything okay?”

yoongi snorts. “we’ve made him so starstruck, he’s too weak kneed to stand up.” jungkook glares, hips unintentionally bucking up into the pressure despite his attempts to avoid drawing attention to his hips. “what’s wrong, bunny? sore?”

he can’t deny that he’s getting off on all of it, but he needs to come now or there are going to be questions asked, so he looks at yoongi with his most pleading eyes and silently begs, letting out a small noise of pleasure when yoongi nudges at his balls, driving him to spill over into his boxers with a gasp.

the older’s foot retreats and his smirk softens. “wanna come sit with us, bun? we’re almost done and you look exhausted.” jungkook nods and takes the signed box back, using it to cover his crotch where the dampness of his release is already soaking through in some spots. he settles down with his back resting against yoongi’s chair, sighing happily when his hyung scritches at his head.

the fan in line behind him looks at them curiously. “you guys treat your assistant so well, it’s nice to see.”

yoongi grins at them. “jungkook-ah is more than just an assistant, he’s a part of our family and we adore him.”

the warmth that runs through jungkook is unlike anything he’s ever felt, and he lets his eyes close as he waits for the rest of the fans to finish up, not moving until his boyfriends are leaving the venue. he sits with yoongi in the van and begs him for kisses, declaring his love loudly to the entire band in between each one all the way home.

—

jungkook doesn’t mean to overhear their conversation, but when he walks in on namjoon and jimin talking about how they feel gross ‘paying for his affections’, he can’t help but laugh, making his presence known.

“hyungs, you’re not buying my love or anything, you’re just funding my anime addiction.” he giggles at the thought, and the other two laugh along, but he can’t help but feel like it’s forced. he writes it off as being a bad joke, going on about the rest of his day, but things get more and more awkward over the next few days. it all builds up until he gets called into the hybe building on his day off by sihyuk; his stomach rolls in nervousness because the ceo’s tone is the most serious he’s ever heard it.

when he gets to the conference room, his boyfriends are all seated around the table, several important people from the company with them. they all look up at him and he doesn’t know what’s causing it, but everyone looks serious.

“oh god, i’m being fired, aren’t i? what did i do wrong? was i too needy? is—”

“jungkook.” sihyuk cuts him off and he’s grateful because he can tell he was about to spiral, the thought of being dumped making his chest tight; he chokes back the tears he knows are about to come, whether he wants them to or not. the ceo continues. “we’re here to discuss the termination of your contract.”

and that’s it, jungkook breaks.

“this is how you decide to tell me it’s over? you couldn’t have let me know in private?” he sobs out, knowing he looks his actual worst, but unable to care, not when his heart feels like it’s been shot.

“kookie!” namjoon says, standing up and rushing over to jungkook. “baby, we’re not breaking up with you!” he sees the older glare at the ceo, the man uttering an apology in response.

jimin appears and ducks under namjoon’s arm to hug him at the same time. “sihyuk hyung just phrased it really badly.”

he suddenly feels warmth at his back, arms wrapping around him. “we just don’t like paying you for sex when we’re in a relationship. it makes it feel fake and you deserve better,” seokjin says in his ear.

he blinks watery eyes to see hoseok and taehyung coming over, also pushing in close to hold jungkook. “we’ll keep paying your bills and buying you gifts and stuff, it just doesn’t feel right treating you like a sugar baby when you’re really our seventh,” hoseok whispers.

yoongi is the last to join them, shoving in next to seokjin to hug him from behind as well. “we don’t want to break up with you, we love you too much.”

jungkook struggles to stop crying, but they change from devastated tears to ones of relief. “really?” he gets a chorus of reassurances and it makes him relax, still sniffling but the hurt goes away quickly. “if you guys ever pull something like this again, i’m dumping your asses and spreading terrible rumours about you.”

they all seem relieved that he’s okay, chuckling along with his joke. “i’d feel like i’d failed you if you didn’t spread weird rumors, koo,” seokjin says.

“gonna tell everyone you wash your feet with fish and steal coins from public fountains.”

they laugh at this, and he’s surrounded so closely by the loves of his life, he can only think about how everything’s going to be alright.

—

he gets called into the hybe building again later that week and he’d be worried he’s being toyed with, but the band all reassure him they haven’t heard anything bad so he makes himself calm down before leaving the dorm.

the meeting is in a different conference room this time and he’s glad, knows he’s going into it without the distraught memories of the other room hanging over his head. when he arrives, sihyuk looks much happier and it eases whatever nerves he has.

“jungkook-ah!” the man greets and pulls the younger in for a friendly hug. sejin does the same and gestures for him to sit, sihyuk pulling out a binder full of papers and flipping through it to find a specific page. “we have a proposal for you.”

jungkook makes a noise of question, trying to get a peek at the pages, but the print is too small to see clearly from his seat. sejin laughs when he sees jungkook leaning forward further and further, clapping a hand on the younger’s back. “how would you feel about a job that you’re properly qualified for?”

he blinks, looking from one man to the other. “but my contract isn’t in effect anymore.”

“we’re talking about a new contract. you’d be free to continue with bangtan, but for a handful of months every year or so, you’d be taking the helm on their touring.”

“like. assistant stuff?”

there’s a gleam in sihyuk’s eye. “no, jungkook-ah. ‘tour manager’ stuff. the kind of stuff you have experience in, that hasn’t been utilized due to the unusual nature of the last year and change.”

jungkook is dumbfounded, never expecting a responsibility this big. “do the guys know about this?”

sejin laughs. “nope! we’re hoping to surprise them at the meeting tomorrow. sihyuk and i figure that you’re experienced enough, as well as a quick learner, so the job should come easy to you. you also have the ability to do what no one else can.” jungkook cocks his head in question. “you can help keep bangtan under control with little to no effort.”

it pulls a guffaw out of jungkook. “i wish i could say you’re wrong, but i get where you’re coming from.”

“you’ll have people working under you to take care of a lot of your tasks, so you’ll be able to spend time with the band, but you’ll also be making sure their day to day goes as planned.”

jungkook grins, making to pull the binder closer to him. “let me read everything over first, but if nothing is weird, you’ve got me.”

—

jungkook is running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to make sure the first show of bangtan’s tour goes as planned. a local roadie goes bustling by as someone from hospitality tries to get jungkook’s attention.

“sir, the strawberries are in the catering room. is there anything else i can get for you right now?”

he shakes his head, suggesting the girl go on break before things get even more hectic, than he goes to hunt down the strawberries to take them directly to taehyung. he isn’t expecting the group to already be in the dressing room, so when he walks in and is met with wolf whistles, he’s shocked. “aren’t you guys supposed to be soundchecking? i swear, if you’re avoiding your responsibilities already—”

“the sound guy is having some trouble. we were told we’d be summoned when things were fixed,” namjoon says.

taehyung spots the container in jungkook’s hands and jumps up to take it. “thanks, kookie!” he chirps, planting a kiss on jungkook’s cheek before wandering back to a couch, munching on a strawberry already.

their merch seller wanders into the room to grab a bottle of water and hoseok calls him over to discuss some article he found online. everyone seems ready to go back to their own tasks, but yoongi calls jungkook over. “hyung’s dick is cold, baby. come warm it up?” he leers and jungkook just rolls his eyes, walking over and lifting up his skirt. yoongi helps tug his panties down and it takes no effort for his cock to slide into the younger’s hole.

he hopes that the venue staff adhere to their rules, considering this seems likely to start a chain reaction that leads to the entire band using him in one way or the other. they stipulated that anyone outside of their touring crew was required to knock and wait for entry when they encountered closed doors, since it was likely jungkook would be getting fucked at any given moment. their own crew are specifically chosen to be the ones who are okay with everything, and jungkook couldn’t be more grateful for being the one who set all of this up.

he also knows that his boyfriends won’t send him into subspace, at least not when they’re working. he set the rule, before they even left the dorm, that they’re only allowed to dom him when they’re done for the day, seeing as he has legitimate tasks to do; bangtan all gladly agreed, none of them actually wanting to ruin his first gig as a tour manager. but just because they can’t help him slip, doesn’t mean they’re going to keep their hands off of him.

his phone goes off and he checks it, rolling his hips all the while. “hyung, c’mon, if you’re gonna come, get to it, i’ve gotta go check on catering.”

yoongi laughs. “okay, baby boy,” he says, pushing jungkook to stand, the younger whining as he’s suddenly left empty. “bend over the couch, let hyung take care of you.”

“take care of me? hyung, i’m pretty sure i’m taking care of you,” jungkook teases, smiling back at yoongi.

“let hyung have his fantasy,” yoongi pouts and jungkook blows him a kiss, hands finally gripping the couch so yoongi can push in without toppling him over.

when yoongi finishes, he tugs his underwear back into place and gives his hyung a quick kiss before rushing off to meet the caterer.

later, hoseok texts him that he needs help in the bathroom, and jungkook assumes he’s gotten himself tangled up in a clothing item, so he rushes off from discussing settlements with the house manager to find his hyung.

“jungkookie?” he hears from a stall when he enters the restroom.

“yeah, hobi hyung, it’s me. what’s wrong?”

there’s a weird grunt then the bang of a fist bumping the divider, then hoseok quietly asking jungkook to come to him. he squishes himself into the already full stall and closes the door behind him, finally focusing on hoseok who’s bending forward, bare ass presented to jungkook. “what the—”

“i can’t get off no matter how hard i try, and i don’t want to be tense while performing. help?”

jungkook thinks about his life, how he ended up here, and wonders if maybe this is all a hallucination. “you want me to fuck you?”

“yes.”

“in a grimy bathroom stall.”

“yes.”

“when i’m supposed to be making sure we all get paid properly.”

“yes.”

jungkook grins. “okay, sounds like a plan.” he’s grateful again to his outfit choice, pulling his panties to the side to spit on his own dick, sliding into hoseok’s hole with ease.

he fucks the older, changing pace whenever he’s instructed to, and only whines a little when hoseok tells him to pull out before coming. “unlike you, i don’t want to do my job with my boyfriend’s come dripping out of me, koo.”

jungkook pouts. “yeah, yeah, we can’t all have unbreakable wills like you, hobi hyung.”

hoseok laughs loudly and pushes jungkook against the closed door to kiss him before they both have to rush to other tasks.

—

seokjin blocks jungkook’s path when he’s carrying a case of water to the stage hands. he has with him someone who jungkook recognizes as part of their backing band, but he doesn’t remember her name. “everything okay, you guys?” he asks, itching to get his load dropped off so he can take a breather.

“jinsoo here doesn’t believe that i can make you come with my fingers alone.”

jungkook splutters. “why are you even discussing that?”

“because i like talking about my sweet jungkookie, and there’s only so many times i can tell a person about how you wiggle when you get kissed on the nose before i have to start branching out with my anecdotes.”

jinsoo giggles and jungkook glares at the two of them. “he can make me come with only his fingers,” he says to her, hoping it’ll be enough to settle the discussion and allow him to make his delivery, but she just shakes her head.

“i don’t believe it.”

jungkook gapes. “i’m not sure—”

“let me show her,” seokjin says. “that should prove it.”

the youngest sighs. “let me deal with this first, then i’ll meet you in your dressing room.”

“there’s an empty storage room over here,” seokjin says, clearly preferring that option and jungkook knows he should be worried about other things, but the idea of getting to come is something he can’t resist.

jimin appears right then, and jungkook starts to wonder if they had this entire thing planned. “let me take that, baby. you go with jin hyung.”

as soon as the water bottles are taken from his hold, he’s being dragged into a dimly lit storage closet and made to bend over, seokjin using his magic fingers to drag two orgasms out of him before jinsoo concedes and he’s allowed to stagger back to his tasks.

jimin is waiting for him outside of the closet. “delivered those waters for you, sweet thing. also had a few of them myself; wanna help hyung so he doesn’t need to find a toilet?” he waggles his eyebrows and jungkook just giggles.

“can you be quick?”

he gets an eager nod in return and where jungkook was expecting to relocate, jimin seems to have other plans in mind, because he’s placing his hands on the younger’s shoulders, pushing until he drops to his knees. “perfect,” jimin says on an exhale, unzipping his jeans and sticking his soft cock into jungkook’s open mouth. he lets go almost immediately, and the risk of being caught makes jungkook’s sensitive dick twitch painfully.

jimin finishes up right as someone they don’t know turns the corner, his pants just having been done back up. “oh, jungkook-ah! let hyung help you up!” he says, loudly, and jungkook fights to keep his laughter in; there’s no way anyone would believe jimin. the guy doesn’t even react, though, so he stands up, angling away so the hard on he’s sporting isn’t visible, and pulls jimin in for a kiss before they both go back to what they’re supposed to be doing.

—

they’re close to the time that doors open when namjoon texts jungkook to meet him back in the dressing room. everything is set and ready to go, so he’s not too worried about what the leader could need.

walking into the room, he sees the whole group seated at the mirrors, stylists working on spraying their hair and painting up their faces. namjoon waves him over and when jungkook is standing in front of him, the older pats his thighs. “sit with hyung?”

jungkook smiles, perching himself on namjoon’s legs. he thinks the older just wants to chat, but before jungkook can say anything, he hears the drag of a zipper being pulled down and turns to look at namjoon in disbelief.

“i don’t think i’m going to have time to pee before we go onstage, baby. will you please help me out?” jungkook is reminded that he doesn’t have it in him to say no to namjoon, so he nods, tugging his panties straight off this time, unsure how long he’ll be seated on the older and not enjoying the thought of the elastic digging into his balls. once he’s got namjoon all the way in his hole, he’s pulled back into a hug, namjoon whispering in his ear, “good boy. gonna fill you up so you’ve got a part of hyung with you while we’re performing.”

jungkook whimpers, wiggling his hips to make it feel even better, and when the first gushes of namjoon’s piss flood into him, he cries out.

the rest of the band turn to watch, and jungkook looks from member to member, indulging himself in how hungry they all look. seokjin laughs and it makes jungkook blush. “let me grab the plug, he’s gonna need it.”

he didn’t even think about how he’d be leaking, but namjoon’s suggestion of being full for the night—and seokjin’s addition of making sure it stays that way—pushes him close to the edge, a slight thrust from namjoon shoving him into orgasm.

namjoon finishes up shortly after, working in the toy that seokjin passes him. jungkook isn’t expecting it, but namjoon stands up, taking the younger with him in a bridal carry, and places him on the padded bench under the giant window. “relax, sweetheart. we’ve got time before any of us, including you, are needed.”

he doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but at some point, he’s woken up by a giddy looking taehyung who helps him sit up from where he’d been curled into a ball.

“we’re going on stage in a few, but i’m the only one who didn’t get to be with you today, kookie,” he says, smile dropping into a pout. “can i fuck you? pleeeease?”

the younger laughs at his eagerness, and turns onto his knees to grip the windowsill while he presents himself. “have at it, hyung.”

taehyung lets out a shout of triumph then pulls out the plug, forcing jungkook to clench his hole in panic to not let the piss or come spill out. “it shouldn’t take long, baby, i promise.”

at jungkook’s nod, taehyung pushes in, not giving any regard to how his muscles are tight to avoid spilling, just forcing them to open up for his dick. the stretch feels amazing and jungkook whines when the older pauses halfway in. “i’m okay, hyung, don’t stop.”

taehyung doesn’t respond, just thrusts forward, sheathing himself in one move. he starts rabbiting his hips right away, speeding toward his orgasm, but once he’s come and has calmed down a little, jungkook starts to wonder why he hasn’t pulled out. “okay, sit up, baby. put your hands on the window.”

jungkook does, confused but willing to follow his boyfriend’s directions without question. once he’s planted himself firmly against the reinforced glass, he realizes that they’re looking out onto the front of the venue where the lot is thick with fans. “um, hyu—”

he’s cut off by the feeling of even more liquid being pumped into him, and he turns to see taehyung looking relaxed as he pisses. “too bad the windows are tinted,” he says, winking at jungkook. “they can’t see you at your prettiest.”

jungkook blushes, turning back to look down again. he sees several fans look up directly at the window; despite knowing that taehyung is right, and that they can’t see him, it feels like they’re watching him be used by their idols. he groans and the noise causes taehyung to start stroking his sore, limp cock; jungkook knows he’s not going to be able to come, but with enough tugging, a dry orgasm leaves him shivering, waiting for taehyung to finish and plug him back up.

the older does so, then tugs jungkook against his front, rubbing light circles into where jungkook’s tummy is bulging slightly. “you did so good for us today, baby. the best tour manager and boyfriend we’ve ever had.”

jungkook smiles at the praise, only moving when namjoon passes him the panties he’d taken off earlier, pulling them on and running his hands down his skirt to smooth out the wrinkles. the radio clipped to his shoulder goes off and he realizes it’s less than ten minutes until bangtan goes onstage, so he ignores how wobbly he feels and works to herd them to the door.

“okay, have fun and break a leg. i’ll be back here, watching you guys be the best.” they all look at him so fondly, he feels like he could melt. “i love you.”

a crew member waves for them to get into place and jungkook’s heart flutters when, as they each pass him by, they kiss him and give him “i love you”s in return.

watching bangtan pop up from under the stage, singing one of his favorite songs, jungkook basks in the knowledge that they’re coming back to him when they’re done. they’ll go back to the hotel and cuddle, and tomorrow, it’ll all happen again.

not for the first time, he thanks the universe for giving him everything he’s ever wanted.