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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-
      Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon_Jungkook/Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Jeon
      Jungkook/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Thieves, Alternate_Universe, Getting_Together,
      Friends_to_Lovers, First_Time, in_a_threesome, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Bottom
      Jeon_Jungkook, Tattoos, Nipple_Piercings, underaged, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Angst, Jungkook_has_issues, Murder, Gangs, Feelings, shady_shit, Top_Jung
      Hoseok_|_J-Hope, hoseok_is_a_badass, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga_Is_Whipped,
      Masturbation, Rimming, Established_Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|
      Suga, background_vmin, Sequel, Prequel, Gap_Filler
  Series:
      Part 3 of No_Honor_Amongst_Thieves
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-25 Words: 5244
****** Come Back Home ******
by MarionetteFtHJM
Summary
     He can't help but care for the kid, try to save him before it’s too
     late. It’s no wonder they both fall for him. It feels almost like
     taking in a stray cat but obviously Jungkook’s a human. But the
     principal is the same. They take the younger under their wing for the
     time he’s there, just until he gets back on his feet, they care for
     him and talk to him and they grow attached- and then, then Jungkook
     wants to leave.
     So they let him go.
     And then he comes back.
Notes
     warnings: murder (nothing explicit), crying, sex (very explicit and
     underaged bc jungkook is 17 oops)
     This is the sobikook backstory that happens bewteen l'art pour l'art
     and the good the bad and the dirty.
     idk i felt like i needed to write this for my own sanity sorry its so
     angsty
     also im on fire with posting lately lmao
     also jungkook is hoseok's baby™
See the end of the work for more notes
Yoongi knew it was coming before it happened. Hoseok was always soft for cute
things and Jungkook, when you look past all the muscle and the tattoos, was
really fucking adorable. Yoongi knew Hoseok would get close to the kid. He knew
Jungkook was charming and handsome and really fucking talented. Heck, even
Yoongi was considering it. And Yoongi understood. Jungkook was like them,
chewed out by the reality because he was born into the wrong time and place.
Yoongi saw himself in Jungkook sometimes, so much talent but no opportunity- or
just the wrong offers. The way Jungkook would frown at his hands when he
thought no one was looking, or the way his breath would catch in his throat
when he’d catch someone speaking about him- no matter if it was to drag him
through the dirt or not. The way Jungkook clung to Hoseok's words of praise
like they were a lifeline or the way he sought Namjoon for guidance like
Namjoon wrote the fucking Bible; Ten Commandments, Old Testimony and all.
Yoongi saw how his face would fall when someone points out a mistake in
something he’d been doing. Yoongi knew those feelings- he’d had them himself,
still has some of them. Still seeks Hoseok’s validation sometimes, still stares
at his hands and thinks about all that they’ve done and touched. But Jungkook
is so young it hurts Yoongi to think that he’ll have to go through life on his
own. He can't help but care for the kid, try to save him before it’s too late.
It’s no wonder they both fall for him. It feels almost like taking in a stray
cat but obviously Jungkook’s a human with feelings and coherent though. But the
principal is the same. They take the younger under their wing for the time he’s
there, just until he gets back on his feet, they care for him and talk to him
and they grow attached- and then, then Jungkook wants to leave. Yoongi and
Hoseok are helpless but to let him go. Yoongi can't be selfish like that, he’s
never been selfish (no matter what Hoseok says about their past, Yoongi’s only
ever thought about what was the best- even if that meant letting what you love
go.)
 So they let him go.
===============================================================================
 After the whole Taehyung/Jimin vs. Renoir, Bal du moulin de la Galette debacle
things were settling down. Jimin was more than happy to get rid of the mansion
and join them but Jungkook wasn't so thrilled. The youngest wanted an out,
wanted to lead a good life but he had no choice. It made Yoongi sad because
Jungkook was so young. Yoongi knew the kid could have a normal life if he got
the support. So they gave him the money he’d earned and he had the savings from
before. Jungkook had thanked them all and Yoongi could see the sadness but
pride in Hoseok’s eyes. His husband had grown attached to the bunny smile the
youngest sported on rare occasions. Jungkook seemed determined as he’d walked
away.
Hoseok was okay at first but with every day that passed he had to watch the
younger’s smile fall and the worry lines on his forehead increase. Jungkook had
promised to contact Hoseok at least once a week. It’s now been nine days since
Hoseok had last spoken to Jungkook and Yoongi was getting angry that the brat
broke his promise so soon.
Currently, Hoseok was fidgeting with the keys of their shitty car and causing
everyone in the room to flinch every time the keys hit noisily against Hoseok’s
ring. He sees that Jin is about to snap at him so he closes his laptop quietly
and goes over to Hoseok. He clasps a hand over the younger’s and Hoseok looks
up, startled.
“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” He pulls Hoseok with him and the younger goes
quietly.
Once they’re outside it’s a little easier to breathe and he sees Hoseok take a
deep breath of air. He squeezes the younger’s hand and directs their path. They
walk along the empty streets, the streetlights overhead casting a shine on them
every time they walk under. Occasionally a car passes and speeds by, runs a red
light but nobody cares. Barely anybody is in this part of town anyway. They
make their way to one of the parks nearby, the area is enclosed in a little
dome-like structure to prevent the dying of the trees because the air outside
is shit for anything plant-like. Yoongi sits him onto a wooden bench with built
in heating and waits patiently.
They sit in comfortable silence for a couple of moments before Hoseok turns to
look at him, eyes brimming with tears.
“I miss him.” Hoseok confesses like it’s the worst thing he’s ever done when he
has blood on his hands.
“I know, Seok, I miss him too.” Yoongi shuffles closer and runs his hand
through the younger’s hair in a comforting manner.
“It’s ridiculous; I’ve only known him for, what? Like a month at best.”
Hoseok’s snort is self-deprecating and Yoongi doesn’t like it one bit.
“It’s not ridiculous, Seok, I know how you feel. And I know why.” He waits for
the other to bite and Hoseok regards him with squinted eyes until he sighs.
“Care to enlighten me?” Hoseok says sarcastically; and this is not good, the
younger only rarely uses sarcasm and that’s only when he’s really upset. But
that much was obvious.
“It’s because he’s like us. He reminds you of us when we were younger and you
don’t want him to live his life alone like we did.” Yoongi takes Hoseok's hand
and kisses his knuckles.
“I really like him, Yoongi. I’m worried, he hasn’t texted me in over a week.” A
single tear makes it out of the corner of Hoseok's eye and he reaches up to
wipe it away. Hoseok smiles at him lovingly and Yoongi will never get over how
much he loves Hoseok.
“I know, I like him too. Don’t worry about that. But I don’t know, maybe he’s
settling in somewhere. Maybe he’s been busy.” Yoongi tries to reason but
Hoseok’s shaking his head.
“No, no. He would have texted, last time he texted me he was in the middle of
the bank trying to get his savings out. He’d already found a place and
everything before he left. He either doesn’t like us anymore or something’s
terribly wrong.” Hoseok whimpers and surges forward to latch onto his neck with
both his hands and buries his face in the collar of his shirt. It always
surprises him how emotional Hoseok can get when he lets himself feel. Despite
the military trying to train it out of him he was still an emotional wreck on
the rare occasion. Not on missions, though. Never on missions. Hoseok was all
hard professionalism and teasing bants but never anything else. No casual talk
or lame jokes. It always left Yoongi with whiplash.
“Hey, Seokie, we’ll figure it out. I’m sure he’s fine.” He pets the younger’s
hair, “I’m sure he’s fine.”
===============================================================================
It’s three days later that Hoseok gets a call from Jungkook. They’re happy at
first, when Jungkook’s name pops up on the screen. Hoseok is thrilled and
Yoongi leans in to listen to the conversation as Hoseok swipes to answer.
“Jungkookie…” Hoseok’s cheerful voice dies, gets caught in his throat as a sob
rings from the other side. Jimin who had been sitting next to them startles so
hard he drops the mug he was holding and it shatters. The only sound in the
room is Jungkook crying loudly.
“Jungkook!” Hoseok shouts, trying to get the younger’s attention as he bolts
upright from the chair. “Jungkook, what’s wrong!?”
“H-Hoseok, please,” Jungkook whimpers and there’s a sound of cars passing and
nothing else but Jungkook’s crying.
“Jungkook, Kookie, I need you to calm down okay. Tell me what’s wrong. Why are
you crying?” Hoseok’s voice is firm but soft at the same time, they need
answers but he can't shout at Jungkook.
“S-Seok, please come get me.” Jungkook whimpers and another wet sob leaves him.
Yoongi feels his eyes stinging at the sound and Jimin is holding a hand over
his mouth as he stares at Hoseok wide-eyed.
“Jungkook, where are you? We’re coming to get you, hang in there but I need you
to tell me the location. Can you do that?” Hoseok sounds a little frenzied and
Yoongi’s heart is beating wildly as they run through the compound to get to the
garage.
“There’s a- a bar halfway down Cassian Street. I’m b-behind the bar.” Jungkook
breathes heavily and Hoseok’s revving the engine.
“Kookie, I’m gonna give the phone to Yoongi, I want you to stay on the line
until we get there, okay?” Hoseok asks and there’s more sobbing from the line
before Yoongi receives the phone.
“Kookie, you still there, baby?” He asks gently and there’s a shuffling sound
then the sound of glass hitting metal and Jungkook yelps. “Jungkook?!”
“I’m fine, fine! Just bumped against a bottle and it scared me.” Jungkook
laughs but it still sounds like he’s shuddering.
“We’re a couple of minutes away, Seok’s running every red light he comes
across, we’ll be there in no time. Don’t worry, Kookie.” He reassures the
younger like he wishes someone would have assured him. “You’re gonna be fine.”
Jungkook stays on the line, letting out quiet shuddering breaths every so
often. Yoongi’s heart breaks piece by piece with each one of those little sobs.
As soon as the car stops, Yoongi is out before Hoseok has killed the engine. He
sprints around the bar and into the alley. He spots Jungkook crouched down next
to the solemn dumpster and he runs to him. Jungkook yelps at the sound of
Hoseok’s phone hitting the ground where Yoongi had thrown it in order to grab
Jungkook with both hands.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” He’s the one sounding frantic now as he looks
Jungkook’s face over. He freezes; heart in his throat as he sees the blood on
Jungkook’s hands and his white shirt. He doesn’t know how he’d missed it at
first but now that it’s there he can see it spreading all over the material.
   
“It’s not mine.” Jungkook’s voice cracks on the last syllable and Hoseok rushes
from the side to drag him into the light.
“What happened?” Hoseok asks, voice cold. Yoongi hasn’t heard that tone in a
while, it sends shivers down his spine and chills his bones.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” And then Jungkook’s crying again, face
buried in Hoseok's neck and blood smearing over Hoseok’s flannel shirt.
Yoongi takes a moment to collect himself and looks around. God, he has to stop
missing obvious shit like this. There’s a lump on the ground a few meters
deeper in the alley. He slowly moves towards it but a hand grabs the back of
his shirt. He turns around to see Jungkook, face still in Hoseok’s neck, with
an arm outstretched. The moonlight hits the forearm directly and makes the
black, red, green and blue tattoos shine. Yoongi realizes the thing shining is
the crimson blood covering the skin.
“Don’t look,” Jungkook’s voice is muffled by Hoseok’s body but Yoongi knows
what’s happening when Hoseok nods at him. It’s that same nod that says‘we’re
gonna be in some deep shit if this gets out’.
He takes off his button up and takes Jungkook’s hand in his. The youngest
detaches from Hoseok long enough to see Yoongi cleaning his hand from the
blood. Another sob forces its way out of the brunette’s throat and he unlatches
from Hoseok to give Yoongi his other hand to clean. The wind is biting at
Yoongi’s bear arms; his shirt is very seriously lacking any sleeves. Fuck
fashion, man.
Now that he’s free, Hoseok bumps his head against the side of Jungkook’s, nose
against cheek. “Whatever it is, we’ll take care of it.” There’s so much
conviction in Hoseok’s voice that Yoongi feels like he might cry. It’s true;
they’ll take care of it and of their own.
“What happened, Kookie?” He asks softly, hands cradling Jungkook’s.
“I- they were following me. For days now.” Jungkook takes a stuttering breath.
“F-from my old gang, they saw me the other day when I was trying to get a job
at the diner- the one where the owner likes my tattoos- and they saw me. I’ve
been trying to lose them for days now but- but they were always there.” The
younger hunches in on himself, trying to make himself as small as possible. He
faintly registers Hoseok calling someone on his phone in the background,
there’s cursing and a threat but he focused back on Jungkook who is now hugging
their hands to his chest.
“They wanted revenge- I ratted them out because they turned me in when things
got too heated. The leader is still in jail but I’m out and they didn’t like
that. I don’t know what happened, I just-” Tears start falling again but Yoongi
has to know so he can help. “Fuck this is so stupid.” Jungkook stomps his foot.
“They deserved it! They were gonna kill me, or worse, they were gonna torture
me and leave me bleeding out! It was fucking self-defense. I killed them, the
three of them. I don’t know how but I needed to survive, I-” Then the younger’s
hugging him tightly, Yoongi’s hands squished between them and he realizes how
much bulk Jungkook’s actually carrying on his tall frame.
“Jungkook, tell me you didn’t kill this guy with a fucking carrot.” Hoseok
approaches timidly, face still professional, cold and closed off.
Jungkook lets out a hysterical laugh, “I was getting groceries when they
attacked me. I’m- I didn’t have weapons, then I took the guy’s knife, I think.”
Yoongi, dumbfounded, gapes like a fish. “H-how?” He stammers out because- a
carrot??
“Through the eye and into the brain, tough carrot.” Hoseok says casually like
he isn’t talking about murder. Yoongi resents him a little for that but he
knows Hoseok’ll break later, in private and probably in the shower. He’s buying
his time with needless chit-chat.
Tires screech at the opening of the alley where their car is parked and
Jungkook freezes. Hoseok’s grimace softens and he takes Jungkook’s face with
both hands, lifting it from Yoongi’s shoulder. “It’s okay; it’s just Namjoon
with the other car.” Hoseok runs his hands through Jungkook’s hair and with the
corner of his eye he sees Jungkook sleepily blinking. The adrenaline must be
wearing off, Yoongi needs to get him back to HQ.
“I’m taking him back to the building. You got the bodies covered. They’re gang
members, nobody’s gonna be looking for them. Jungkook knows where to find them
if they need more reason to back off after this.” Yoongi says gruffly, voice
raw from trying to keep his own emotions at bay.
“Yeah, we’re gonna get rid of them. I’ll make sure to leave a message at the
hideout. I know the gang, Tae’s had run-ins with them.” Hoseok’s eyes glint
menacingly and Yoongi really shouldn’t find the look hot.
The drive back is silent and Yoongi keeps one hand on Jungkook at all time,
half for the kid’s comfort half for his own. Once they’re back, Jimin and
Taehyung descend upon them but Yoongi shakes his head as Jungkook hides his
face in the crook of his neck again. The two back off with understanding nods.
Yoongi leads them towards his and Hoseok’s room then to their bathroom. He
helps Jungkook strip out of the shirt and sweats and he takes off his own
clothes. There’s blood smeared over the both of them, not a lot of it but it
feels worse than it looks. He sets the temperature and gently pushes Jungkook
under the spray. The height difference is ridiculous but Jungkook looks
incredibly small and vulnerable and Yoongi remembers belatedly the kid’s only
17. The water helps them relax somewhat and they watch the red swirl down the
drain and it feels like it’s taking their sins with them.
“Hey,” He says gently and Jungkook slowly blinks up at him. Yoongi steps
forward to soap Jungkook up with Hoseok’s shampoo that smells like vanilla and
something fruity and always relaxes Yoongi. “You did what you had to do. You
survived, no matter what you think, I’m proud of you for surviving.” Words he
wishes had been said to him, that’s for sure. But this isn’t about him. This is
about the way Jungkook’s eyes grow glossy again like he’s listening to an
emotional tune instead of Yoongi’s gritty voice, choked by emotions.
“Whatever you’re feeling now will ease with time. You’re a fighter, you’re like
us. It’s not flattering but it’ll give you the strength to survive.” He grits
out and Jungkook surges to hold him again. The younger trembles but the water
is warm and soothing as Yoongi soaps up the brunet’s strong back where a single
a little butterfly lies below his shoulder blade done in a soft lilac color
with black outlines. He almost doesn't notice it, distracted by colorful lines
he can't make sense of from upside down.
They hear the door opening and Hoseok steps into the bathroom, eyes cold and
staring at himself in the mirror. It takes him a moment to realize they’re in
the bathroom. Hoseok turns to look at them, eyes growing a little wide and he
can imagine why. They’re naked in the shower and Jungkook’s basically crowding
him against the wall with aggressive hugging. Yoongi twitches his head and
Hoseok nods then strips out of his clothes and ads them to their little pile in
the corner. They’ll either wash or burn those.
Jungkook only further relaxes as Hoseok steps up behind him and plasters
himself to his back, arms encircling his waist. The water beats consistently
and the pipes rattle like they always do when too much water is being used.
Hoseok’s blocked the showerhead a little and the cubicle is too small for three
grown men- or two grown, medium sized men and an overgrown teenager- but they
don’t mind the cuddling.
“Jungkookie,” Hoseok whimpers almost. And there’s the breakdown Yoongi was
expecting but hoping the younger wouldn’t have. He’s never lucky. “Jungkookie,
don’t leave again.” Hoseok whispers and Jungkook nods into Yoongi’s shoulder.
“I won’t, I promise.” Jungkook affirms and Yoongi holds him closer. It’s a
tight fit but they all manage to dry off with only two towels because they’re
not making the trip down the hall for more. The bed is also a tight fit until
Jungkook turns on his side and fits into Hoseok’s arms as the little spoon
while he clings to Yoongi’s front. They drift off to sleep lulled by each
other’s breathing.
===============================================================================
 In the morning there are news of an explosion downtown in an abandoned
building, someone kind of drug-cooking accident that blew up the whole west
side of the building. Five dead and seven severely injured, the rest are being
charged with illegal drug possession and for the act of making the drugs.
In the evening Jungkook straddles him while he’s on the bed, cigarette between
his fingers and a tablet on the black covers next to him. Jungkook plucks the
cigarette out of his hands and stuffs it out on the nightstand. Yoongi
pointedly ignores his own nudity which is mostly hidden by the said covers-
he’s fresh out of the shower and lazy, blame him.
“The smoke makes me cough,” Jungkook’s nose scrunches cutely and Yoongi places
his hands on the younger’s thighs just as Hoseok walks in with a shit-eating
grin on his face. “I don’t like it.” Jungkook continues about the cigarette and
Yoongi thinks, okay, I guess it was time to quit anyway. 
“Jungkookie, baby, why don’t you show Yoongi what we’ve been talking about,
huh?” Hoseok encourages and Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip. Yoongi knows
what it is, Hoseok had shot him a meaningful glance this morning and it was
enough. It was a ‘this is happening so you better be ready for it’ glance
before he’d followed Jungkook out the door.
Jungkook’s cheeks heat up and he suddenly looks uncharacteristically shy. “Seok
says you like me.”
Yoongi can't help the amused little snort that leaves him. Jungkook looks half
offended and half annoyed. “Yeah, baby, I like you.” Yoongi admits and it’s a
treat to see the younger’s cheeks blush even more.
“Good, because then I can do this.” Jungkook grins before leaning forward and
kissing him, a little unsure and off-target but Yoongi helps him along by
grabbing his face with wide palms. He hears Hoseok shuffling in the background
and then feels his husband straddle his thighs and set himself behind Jungkook.
Jungkook breaks the kiss and looks at Yoongi with shiny eyes and spit-slick
lips. Yoongi has to groan at the sight.
“Shirt off,” Hoseok mumbles and Jungkook obediently tugs his shirt off and
tosses it away. Yoongi stares, he has no other option- doesn’t want to do
anything else. Not when Jungkook is a beautiful mess of colorful tattoos mixed
with black backgrounds and thick lines (and he isn't wearing pants or
underwear). The left arm is completely covered in tattoos and Yoongi wonders
how he’d never asked to explore them. A grim, angry red face with yellow eyes
and yellowed teeth stares back at Yoongi. It’s mildly frightening but the
flowers, the cherry blossoms, around it take the edge off. There are waves and
blue swirls curving around the back of the arm and another mask down on his
forearm. This time with lilac detailing and more flowers. It’s all accompanied
by the black that fades in and out of the boy's skin. The sleeve stops at the
top of the shoulder up front but leads behind to the back. Yoongi can't help
but want to trace it with his tongue but it looks like Hoseok’s doing just that
and making Jungkook shiver and whine. The other hand is mostly tattoo free,
well the forearm. But half of the bicep is done in similar fashion to the other
one. There are more cherry blossoms but this time soft pink and then the tattoo
draws into a koi fish that hugs half of Jungkook’s pectoral and swims down,
head first, to his ribs. Up on that side of the younger's neck is a tattoo of a
coiled snake surrounded by several white lotus flowers and green lotus leaves
with the same black surrounding. But oh, there’s also a nipple piercing on that
pectoral. A little barbell that’s inviting him to take it into his mouth. He
sits up and Jungkook startles a little but melts into his hands when he flicks
his tongue over the warm metal.
“Fuck, Yoongi.” Jungkook’s hips twitch like they want to grind but don’t know
if they’re allowed to.
He grips those slim hips and tugs them downward so that Jungkook feels his
straining erection. “Your tattoos are pretty, baby, did you design them
yourself?”
“Y-yeah,” Jungkook whimpers and grinds down harder.
“So pretty, baby.” He purrs and sees both Hoseok and Jungkook shudder at the
sound.
“Baby’s so talented,” Hoseok pops back up behind Jungkook’s shoulder,
presumably done with marking up whatever skin is available on his back. He sees
Hoseok lick a far stripe up Jungkook’s neck to his ear before taking the little
loop there into his mouth. Jungkook smells of Hoseok’s body wash and his hairs
a little damp, Yoongi will bet his life’s savings the two had gotten frisky in
the shower.
Yoongi honestly never expected to be in this situation- not specifically with
Jungkook but with anyone. Hoseok was always it for him. He never thought to
stray from only the two of them in a relationship, in a marriage. But now,
watching Hoseok grip and grasp what skin of Jungkook’s he can with teeth
digging into muscle, he’s sad that he hasn’t thought about it before. Hoseok’s
always soft on him, always slow with him but the way he’s right now is reverent
and refreshing to see. But Yoongi might have himself to blame for the softness
because he tends to slow Hoseok down and make him enjoy the moment. He thinks
about not doing that for a while from now on. Let Hoseok fuck him hard and fast
once or twice.
“Lay back down,” Hoseok instructs and Yoongi’s hit with the scent of vanilla
and crisp orange as Jungkook topples them both so that they’re horizontal.
“Seok, what-” His eyes widen and his mouth runs dry as Hoseok grins at him
evilly and shuffles backwards before ducking down and burying his face between
Jungkook’s ass cheeks. Yoongi groans at the same time Jungkook lets out a high-
pitched mewl. He can imagine what it must feel like; he knows what it feels
like. How skilful Hoseok’s tongue really is when he puts his mind to it. When
he ads lube and two fingers and wiggles his tongue between them. And judging by
the breathy moans Jungkook is pressing into the crook of his neck (which seems
to be one of Jungkook’s favorite places) Hoseok is doing just that.
The slurping sounds are obscene and Yoongi is so fucking hard. His palms are
gripping Jungkook’s thick thighs and pressing bruises into them while Jungkook
tries to find friction but his ass is trying desperately to get Hoseok’s tongue
in deeper.
Hoseok pulls back and Jungkook’s voice breaks on a protesting word. Hoseok, his
husband, has his face slick with spit and lube and probably pre-cum that’s not
his. And god, does Yoongi find it fucking hot. He fears he’s gonna come from
the sight alone when he sees Hoseok shuck his boxers and his bronze skin makes
contact with the silk sheets. He feels Jungkook’s lips moving along his collar
bones, nipping along the pale skin there. He brings the youngest up with a hand
and looks at him.
Jungkook is half delirious with pleasure and half frustrated from the lack of
friction. His bottom lip is red and still so wet and Yoongi leans in to kiss it
and bite at it, maybe until he breaks skin. His other hand moves up again to
find the nipple with the piercing and pinches it between his fingers. Jungkook
jumps at the feeling, a choked off sob leaving him.
“Yoongi, Seok, please, someone touch my dick before I c-come.” Jungkook
stutters out and straightens up just as Hoseok pulls back closer.
“I got you covered, baby boy.” Hoseok whispers seductively and then turns to
look Yoongi, gaze turning from heated to fond. “You okay with watching?”
“As long as I get to come, preferably on Jungkook, I’m good.” He grins as
Jungkook’s eyes roll into the back of his skull. Jungkook reaches back behind
himself to grip Hoseok's hair as Hoseok's arm comes around to hold him. Yoongi
watches, helplessly aroused, as Jungkook’s abdominals ripple.
He gets a hand around his length and hisses as the pleasure of the friction
slices through him. He wants to close his eyes but he doesn’t want to miss
anything, especially when the sounds of skin against skin start filling up the
room.
It’s a spiral of hazy pleasure and quiet moans or grunts that leads towards a
blinding climax. Jungkook’s first, Yoongi sees how he trembles as Hoseok
increases the pace of his thrusts. How his moans become breathier and
continuous as the pleasure grips him tight. Strips of white land on the black
sheets and across Jungkook’s stomach, both hands buried in Hoseok’s hair now,
as he rides the waves of his orgasm.
“Look at him, Yoongi, look at how pretty our baby is.” Hoseok groans, voice
more a growl than his usually chipper tone. “Fuck, baby, you did so well.”
Hoseok pistons his hips relentlessly and Yoongi know Jungkook must be so
sensitive but the youngest keeps moaning, dick twitching. He sits up and uses
his hands to spread Jungkook’s thighs farther apart. Jungkook sticks his ass
out more and now his upper body is leaning against Yoongi while Hoseok fucks
his ass.
Yoongi jerks his own hand, rotating his wrist and thumbing at the slit as
Jungkook mouths at his face tiredly. It’s cute but also ridiculous because
Jungkook can't focus enough to leave actual kisses there.
And then Hoseok is leaning forward demanding his mouth with a needy whine and
Yoongi remembers how much he actually loves Hoseok when he’s like this. It’s a
heated kiss, heady and wet and Hoseok’s mouth is so familiar it feels like
home.
“Yoongi,” The younger whines, hips stuttering.
“You gonna come, love?” He adds the grit to his voice because he knows Hoseok
loves to hear it. “Come for me, Seok.” He orders because he know he won’t last
much longer.
“Fuck,” And just like that, Hoseok slams into Jungkook one last time before cum
fills the younger. Yoongi hopes he used a condom because it looks like it's a
heavy load and Jungkook grimaces. Now that everyone’s taken care of, he lets
himself go. Closes his eyes and leisurely strokes himself, quiet grunts leaving
his parted lips as he strokes himself to an orgasm. Just before he comes,
Jungkook’s hand joins his and speeds up the process. It’s blinding and
relaxing, his tense muscles releasing their grip on his bones as he slumps back
down and Jungkook rolls off of him, Yoongi’s cum on his arm- covering some of
the tattoos.
“Fuck, I need another shower.” Jungkook is the first to break the silence with
a complaint.
“Not like we did much showering the last time.” Hoseok snorts and Yoongi rolls
his eyes. The quiet is comforting and they snuggle closer together. They’re
sticky and gross but they have time and they don’t have to be anywhere.
“Seok, Yoongi?” Jungkook’s voice is shy and Yoongi turns to look at him. The
youngest is staring at the ceiling contemplatively. Hoseok gives an encouraging
hum and Yoongi laces his fingers with the youngest’s, even if they are gross
with cum.
“You really don’t think I’m a monster?”
Yoongi is momentarily stunned. That was the last thing he’d expect coming out
of the younger’s mouth. Hoseok leans up onto one elbow and looks at Jungkook
with a stern expression.
“No, we don’t. We can't be hypocrites and you did what you needed to do. It’s
horrible that it had to happen to you at such a young age but it happened
anyway. Nothing to be done about it.” Hoseok’s rarely serious when they’re not
on a mission and Jungkook looks taken aback before he turns to look at him.
“What he said.” Yoongi smiles and Jungkook’s eyes grow glossy from tears.
“Thank you, for everything.” The brunet mumbles and then they sandwich the
youngest between them- Hoseok behind his back and Yoongi at his front.
It’s symbolic, he thinks. Hoseok will always watch Jungkook’s back, clear up
his mess while Yoongi will promise him a better future- welcome him into a
better tomorrow and try to stir him away from trouble. He doesn’t really know
if it’s symbolic but he knows it’s really fucking comfortable. So he drifts off
to sleep and doesn’t let go.
End Notes
     dem yakuza inspired tatts tho yas
     Shout out to that movie with Clive Owen where he kills a dude with a
     carrot bc that was seriously badass and ridiculous
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