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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim
      Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon_Jungkook, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope,
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Genderbending, fem!Yoongi,
      Fem!Hoseok_-_Freeform, fem!Taehyung, First_Time, Anal_Fingering, Anal
      Sex, Frottage, Dry_Humping, Vaginal_Fingering, Religious_Conflict,
      Catholic_Character, Churches_&_Cathedrals, Pastor's_kid!Jungkook, sin_-
      Freeform, Morally_Ambiguous_Character, Lesbian_Character, Bisexual_Male
      Character, Bisexuality, Polyamory, Sibling_Bonding, Alternate_Universe_-
      Siblings, Mommy_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-17 Words: 5309
****** I'm Gonna be a Bad Boy ******
by lol_hobi
Summary
     If only their parents knew that they hadn’t produced even one
     heterosexual kid.
Notes
     I love writing SIN
     (Kinky Yoonseok, first timers Jikook, cute NamTaeJin)
See the end of the work for more notes
            “Noona!” Jimin shouted, pounding on his older sister’s door. “Come
on, you’re gonna make us late!” A door clicked behind Jimin and he jumped,
turning to watch the bathroom door across the hall swing open. A stone faced
Yoongi with wild bedhead stumbled out, still in her pajamas. “We’re gonna be
late.” Jimin pouted and Yoongi rolled her eyes, pushing past her brother to get
to her room. She left the door open and Jimin strolled in behind her.
            “Wouldn’t want that, would we?” Yoongi sneered, offering Jimin a
sarcastic smile before she disappeared into her closet.
            “You shouldn’t keep the Lord waiting.” Jimin teased.
            “Yeah, well timeliness is far from the top of my sin list. The Lord
has more to worry about with me.” Yoongi snickered, winking at her brother
before she kicked her closet door closed to change. Jimin looked around the
room curiously – at the mussed up bed sheets, the open window, the little bit
of red lace peeking out of Yoongi’s bedside table – and he couldn’t stop his
own laughter. Yoongi didn’t believe in anything that their parents preached and
she was far from pure, but Jimin couldn’t blame her. He hardly knew if he
believed himself.
            “Was Hoseok over last night?” Jimin wondered, tugging at the lace
until a thin little shirt – or was it supposed to be a dress? – slid out.
            “I heard Jungkook was over.” Yoongi countered, snatching the
lingerie from Jimin’s fingers as she breezed out of her closet, crisp church
dress hugging her little waist. “I thought I’d taint the house too.”
            “Kook and I did not taint the house.” Jimin whined and Yoongi
raised an eyebrow.
            “What’s the matter, baby brother? You guys having a dry spell?”
Jimin scoffed and reached out to slap the girl, but she escaped his grasp and
ran from the room, leaping down the stairs. Her hair and teeth were brushed and
it was about as presentable as she would ever look on a weekend. Jimin followed
behind her, trying to calm the raging blush on his cheeks. The truth was, he
and Jungkook hadn’t ever done anything more than sneak a kiss and even that was
rare. Jimin didn’t have the courage to do anything more and Jungkook didn’t
tend to initiate anything. Yoongi, on the other hand, snuck her girlfriend in
almost every night to fuck her into a coma. She had told Jimin about it once –
in very vague details, of course – the same night that he had come out to her.
She had hoped that it would make him feel a little better about his own sins.
            If only their parents knew that they hadn’t produced even one
heterosexual kid. Even their eldest brother, Seokjin, was overseas for work,
fucking men and women alike. Often at the same time. They could still recall
gory details from the night Seokjin had come home for the holidays a few months
back and snuck his siblings enough alcohol to knock out a bodybuilder. That was
one story time that Jimin could go the rest of his life without revisiting.
            “Yoongi, you know we can’t wait on you every Sunday.” Their mother
scolded and Jimin bumped his sister’s shoulder as he strode past her. Yoongi
rolled her eyes and shoved Jimin back, following him to the pantry to grab some
kind of breakfast.
            “Just leave without me, then.” She spat and Jimin tried to stifled
his laughter. His sister always like to push their parents’ buttons.
            “Yoongi!”
            “Don’t talk to your mother like that, young lady.” Their father
scolded and Yoongi sighed, offering a shallow bow in way of apology. “Let’s
just go before Pastor Jeon wonders where we are, alright? Get in the car.”
~~
            “Wonderful sermon today, Pastor.” Their father called and Yoongi
rolled her eyes. Jimin elbowed her in the ribs, but she was already distracted
by the sight of Hoseok across the hall, dark hair curled and hands folded
behind her back, her dress just pushing the limits of too short for the church.
Jimin couldn’t deny that the girl was beautiful or that he’d had a little bit
of a crush on her when they’d first switched to this church, so he was glad
that Yoongi could make her happy.
            Jimin nearly jumped out of his skin when something jabbed his side
and he spun defensively, immediately melting at the sound of Jungkook’s soft
laughter. “Gotcha.” The younger boy teased and Jimin smiled, pinching his arm
teasingly. Jungkook stood next to him quietly as they waited for their parents
to finish talking, shoulders bumping every few seconds. By the time their
parents were saying goodbye, Jimin’s heart was throbbing in his chest, skin
tingling with warmth. “Could I study with Jimin today?” Jungkook chirped as his
parents started towards the exit. They raised their eyebrows and looked to
Jimin’s parents to confirm before they said yes. Jungkook beamed and fought the
urge to wrap his arms around Jimin’s shoulders as they headed towards the car.
            “Hoseok is gonna come watch some movies with me.” Yoongi announced,
pulling the girl into their car by her hand. Jungkook bowed politely as they
piled in the back, looking at Jimin with a knowing expression.
            The car ride was quiet, filled with soft gospel songs and the idle
chattered of the parents up front. Jimin had glanced back once to see Yoongi’s
hand high up on Hoseok’s thigh as they shared a pair of headphones, but
Jungkook had quickly distracted him with his own touch. The younger was still
shy and he tried never to show affection to Jimin in public, but he couldn’t
stop himself from setting his hand on Jimin’s knee, squeezing it teasingly.
Jimin sucked in a breath, but he didn’t push Jungkook away, which was a good
sign. The kids filed out of the car the second it was parked in the garage,
practically running up the stairs to get to their respective rooms.
            Jimin felt a thick kind of tension settle in the room the second
the door closed behind Jungkook. The boy had his backpack, so it was probable
that they were actually going to study, but his body ached to sneak one of
their secretive kisses. It had been nearly a month since he’d last felt
Jungkook’s lips. “I, uh…” Jimin cleared his throat, walking towards his desk.
“I have a few practice questions for chemistry, if you want to quiz me.” He
turned to look back at Jungkook, but the boy’s face was much closer than
before, all the air leaving Jimin’s lungs. “O-or we could do something else…”
Jungkook smiled and slowly curled his hand behind Jimin’s neck, fingers grazing
through his short hair. Jimin gulped audibly, eyes falling to take in
Jungkook’s mouth. His pink tongue darted out to wet the flesh and Jimin could
feel his face heating up.
            “Is this okay?” Jungkook wondered, stepping forward until their
toes bumped each other, bodies just a few centimeters apart. Jimin could only
manage a nod, his eyes falling closed. There was a long beat of painful
anticipation before he felt the soft brush of lips on his own. His skin tingled
and his blood rushed through his body as he rocked on his toes, adding pressure
to the kiss. Jungkook’s fingers curled in his hair and tilted his head just
slightly, enough for him to slot their lips together in another soft kiss. The
younger moved away, but Jimin tilted his head the other way and chased him
back, hands on the boy’s hips as they kissed again. Never in the year that
they’d spent “fooling around” with each other had they kissed for so long.
Holding Jungkook’s hand and bumping their feet beneath the dinner table and
snuggling up close to him in private were all well and good, but Jimin liked
this the best. Jungkook made a soft noise against Jimin’s mouth and the elder
worried for his heart, feeling it skip an entire beat. Their lips slid apart
slowly and they panted for breath, foreheads resting against each other fondly.
“Hyung.” Jungkook purred, hands sliding down Jimin’s arms to intertwine their
fingers. “Can we go to the bed?” Jimin felt a twinge of panic run through his
body, leaning back to look Jungkook in the eyes. The boy looked flustered,
cheeks pink and teeth raking his bottom lip nervously. Jimin felt his blood
begin to pool between his legs.
            “S-sure.” He nodded and they started towards the bed slowly,
Jungkook crawling up first. He settled in the center of the bed and Jimin laid
beside him, rolling so his head was rested on the boy’s chest. Jungkook’s arms
wrapped around him and pulled him close, the boy ducking to kiss him again.
Jimin twisted to make the kiss easier, letting his lips part just enough to
give Jungkook a hint. Jimin felt the younger boy’s tongue tease at his bottom
lip and he met it with his own, the unfamiliar feeling stealing his breath
away. He crawled up to deepen the kiss, slowly lifting one of his legs so he
was settled in Jungkook’s lap. The boy’s hands clutched at his hips and tugged
him forward until Jimin could feel the bulge in Jungkook’s slacks pressed again
his thigh. He moaned at the feeling and rocked his hips slowly, kissing away
the whimper that fell from Jungkook’s lips. The sound sent giddy chills over
Jimin’s entire body and any bit of hesitation he’d felt before was wiped out by
the desire in his blood. “Kookie, I want you.” Jimin hissed, rubbing his thigh
against Jungkook’s erection again. Jungkook’s head fell back and his mouth fell
open at the feeling and Jimin repeated the movement until Jungkook was gasping
for air.
            “Y-yeah, hyung. Please, I want-“ Jungkook choked as Jimin’s thigh
pressed particularly hard on the tip of his cock. “I want you too. Please.”
Jimin kissed Jungkook again, taking the lead this time and grabbing the sides
of his neck. He lifted Jungkook so he was sitting up beneath him and licked
into his mouth as he bucked his hips forward. He knew that if he kept this up,
he’d probably cum in his pants right there, but it felt so good. “Do you have…”
Jimin trailed his lips down Jungkook’s neck and he lost his train of thought.
He gulped as Jimin nibbled over his Adams apple, careful not to leave a mark.
He undid the top button of Jungkook’s shirt and kissed down the base of his
throat. “A condom.” Jungkook remembered with a sigh. “O-or lube.” Jimin frowned
against Jungkook’s skin and sat back, scratching his neck. He’d never had a
reason to buy either before, of course he didn’t have them.
            “Let me go ask Yoongi.” Jimin chirped, crawling off the bed and
scurrying out of his room. Jungkook took a deep breath and rubbed his hands
down his face, eyes wide as he realized what they were about to do.
~~
            “Fuck, Mommy, your pretty thigh feels so good on my princess
parts.” Hoseok whimpered, rubbing the front of her damp panties against
Yoongi’s bare leg. Yoongi hummed softly and ran her fingers through Hoseok’s
long hair, taking a fistful and tugging the girl’s head back to expose her
throat.
            “Ah, my good little girl. Keep riding Mommy’s thigh like that.”
Yoongi purred, sinking her teeth into the base of Hoseok’s throat. There would
be a nice purple bruise there in a few minutes, but Hoseok’s complaining would
be worth it. Yoongi liked to see her baby girl all marked up, just for her.
            “Can I feel you, Mommy? Are you wet for me, too?” Hoseok’s voice
was soft and sensual and Yoongi let go of her hair to direct her hand down
between her legs, her other hand guiding Hoseok’s consistent hips. Hoseok’s
fingers massaged over Yoongi’s panties eagerly, catching her clit with each
upstroke and Yoongi couldn’t stop the moans that poured from her lips. “I want
to watch Mommy cum like this. Oh, can I? Pretty please?” Hoseok begged and
Yoongi grabbed her hips and pulled her down on her thigh harder, lifting her
leg up between Hoseok’s thighs.
            “Only because you were such a good girl for me last night.” Yoongi
decided, mouth falling open as Hoseok pushed her panties to the side and ran
her fingers between her dripping lips, massaging her clit with her thumb as she
pressed two fingers inside of Yoongi’s pussy. Yoongi called out into Hoseok’s
shoulder and her hips quivered as the younger girl curled her fingers, raking
against her velvety walls with a rapid pace. She always chased their first
orgasms like her life depended on it and Yoongi couldn’t exactly be angry.
“Baby girl, fuck, that’s so good.” Yoongi panted, rolling her hips into the
feeling. She flexed her thigh as Hoseok’s hips began to stutter, her skin warm
and wet against Hoseok’s panties.
            “M-mommy.” Hoseok cried, her entire body stuttering and quaking as
her orgasm washed over her, her fingers continuing their ministrations out of
pure habit. The twisted look of pleasure on her face and her glistening lips
capturing Yoongi’s was enough to send the older girl over the edge as well, her
filthy moans muffled by Hoseok’s tongue. Their bodies continued to move against
each other as their aftershocks buzzed through them, legs shaking and hips weak
like jelly.
            “God, so good.” Hoseok breathed when she could finally calm down,
pressing idle kisses over Yoongi’s face. The elder laughed and directed Hoseok
off of her, laying her down and leaning over her.
            “You know that’s just the start, kitten.” She purred, pecking
Hoseok’s lips. Before either of them could even think of deepening the kiss,
there was a frantic knock at the door. Yoongi hissed and sat back on her heels.
“What?” She demanded, making sure that Hoseok’s skirt properly covered her legs
in case someone decided to barge in.
            “Noona?” Jimin’s voice called and Yoongi melted at the sound. She
really did adore her brother and he sounded a bit panicked, so she couldn’t be
mad. She hopped to her feet and scurried to the door, telling Hoseok to cover
herself with a blanket before she opened it.
            Jimin was red in the face, clearly flustered, and Yoongi raised an
eyebrow. “What do you need, Minnie?” She hummed.
            “Well, uh… I don’t- don’t know if you would even have them, if you
would need them with Hoseok, but- I, well…” Jimin stammered and Yoongi rolled
her eyes, grabbing her brother’s wrist and pulling him into the room. She
closed the door and set her hands on Jimin’s shoulders, looking him in the eye.
            “Calm down. Deep breaths.” Yoongi directed and Jimin nodded,
breathing in through his nose. “Slow down. Tell me what you need.” Jimin
breathed out twice before he composed his words.
            “Do you have condoms and lube?” He spat and Yoongi couldn’t stop
her smirk.
            “Studying?” She asked, strolling towards her bedside table. Hoseok
waved at Jimin from Yoongi’s bed and the boy only blushed harder. Yoongi
grabbed one of the bottles of lube from her drawer and three condoms from the
box beneath her bed – they only really used them when the pink glass dildo
Hoseok bought for Yoongi came out to play – holding them out to Jimin. The boy
took them and held them against his chest like they were the biggest secret
he’d ever had. “Do you know how to use a condom?” Yoongi wondered, crossing her
arms. Jimin was the purest boy she had ever met in her life, she was admittedly
worried that he would ruin his first time.
            “…Yes.” Jimin hummed. Yoongi raised an eyebrow and glared at Jimin
and he sighed in defeat. “Okay, not really.” Yoongi grabbed another condom from
the box and gave Jimin a crude sex-ed lesson using her fingers, Hoseok trying
not to laugh in the background and completely failing. “Thank you, noona.”
Jimin grumbled as Yoongi walked him back to the door.
            “Go slow, be careful. If either of you are uncomfortable, it’s okay
to speak up, okay? Don’t do anything you don’t want to do.” Yoongi spoke softly
and sincerely and Jimin nodded in understanding, disappearing to his own room
again. Yoongi closed her door and leaned her forehead against the wood, taking
a deep breath.
            “He’ll be fine, unnie.” Hoseok called. “Jungkook knows what he’s
doing.”
            Yoongi looked at her girlfriend incredulously. “He does?”
~~
            When Jimin returned to his room, he was struck by the expanse of
beautiful tanned skin where Jungkook’s shirt had once been. The last time he’d
seen the boy without a shirt was eight months ago when they’d gone to a pool
party at a church friend’s house and Jungkook had clearlystarted working out
since then. “Wow.” He breathed and Jungkook looked up at him with a soft smile.
“You’re… wow.”
            “Thanks, Minnie.” Jungkook chuckled, crawling towards the edge of
the bed. Jimin gravitated forward and let Jungkook pull him into a soft kiss,
his big hands roaming over his neck and chest idly. “Come on.” Jungkook
breathed, taking the products from Jimin’s hands and dumping them on the bed,
lifting Jimin’s shirt over his head. He pulled Jimin onto the bed and began to
kiss down his chest, finger’s fumbling with the boy’s waistband eagerly.
            “Whoa.” Jimin breathed, catching Jungkook’s hands. The boy
immediately stopped, face flushing red.
            “I-I’m sorry, hyung, I just-”
            “It’s okay, Kookie.” Jimin smiled, rubbing reassuring circles over
Jungkook’s wrists. “Let’s just… take it a little bit slower, okay?” Jungkook
nodded and let Jimin push him back onto the bed, the elder laying on top of him
again. Jungkook let his hands roam over Jimin’s round ass as they made out,
encouraging the elder to grind on him again. Even with layers of clothes
between them, it still felt better than anything Jungkook had down with his own
hands.
            Jimin felt over Jungkook’s heated skin eagerly, taking in the
texture of his flesh, paying close attention to each and every response and
repeating the ones that made his blood warm. When the blood in his cheeks
finally calmed and he felt himself straining against the front of his pants, he
tugged at Jungkook’s waistband once before he started to undo the buttons.
Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat and Jimin worked faster, pulling his
pants and underwear off in one effective tug. Jungkook’s swollen cock bounced
against his belly and Jimin’s mouth watered at the sight. “Can I?” Jimin asked,
crawling down between Jungkook’s thighs. Jungkook nodded and braced himself,
nearly arching off the bed the second Jimin’s lips closed around the head of
his cock. Jimin swirled his tongue and gathered Jungkook’s precome on his taste
buds before he tried to lower his head. Jungkook was heavy on his tongue and
filled his mouth up easily, his throat protesting the intrusion. It didn’t
matter right then, since Jimin had other plans. He’d just wanted to taste
Jungkook.
            “Hyung.” Jungkook panted and Jimin popped off of him with a slick
noise, crawling up to press a trail of kisses up Jungkook’s stomach and chest.
“I want you i-inside of me.” Jungkook panted and Jimin raised an eyebrow,
peeking up at him through his lashes.
            “You’re sure?” Jimin wondered, hands rubbing up and down Jungkook’s
hips.
            “Yeah. I’ve been… practicing.” Jungkook admitted and Jimin nearly
choked. The idea of Jungkook fingering himself – Jimin had to stop his train of
thought right there. “Yugyeom let me borrow his laptop so I could-” Jungkook
waved his hand and Jimin moaned softly, kissing Jungkook’s throat.
            “That’s so hot, Kookie.” He whimpered and Jungkook gulped.
            “Do you… do you want to see?” He offered and Jimin nearly cried,
nodding eagerly. Jungkook maneuvered from under Jimin so he was on his knees,
ass in the air enticingly. Jimin helped pour a little bit of the lube onto
Jungkook’s fingers, then watched with rapt attention. The boy circled little
pink hole to get himself to relax before he pressed a finger inside of himself,
sinking it all the way to the bottom knuckle. Jimin gulped at the sight, his
cock throbbing in his pants. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his
life. Jungkook began to pump the finger slowly, his body rocking back on
instinct and his mouth hanging open. He looked beautiful and delicious and
Jimin was stunned into silence. “Can I tell you something, hyung?” Jungkook
wondered softly, peeking up at Jimin. The elder just nodded. “I woke up early
this morning so I could finger myself before church. I wanted to be ready for
you.”
            “Oh my god.” Jimin whimpered, one of his hands moving to rub his
cock through his pants. “Kookie, that’s…” Jimin moaned and Jungkook gasped at
the sight of the elder pumping his own cock slowly.
            “Do you want to do it?” Jungkook wondered, adding a second finger
to stretch himself out. Jimin took a second to compose himself before he knelt
behind Jungkook. “Just use a lot of lube.” Jungkook pressed his ass higher in
the air and Jimin soaked his fingers, slowly playing around Jungkook’s puckered
hole. “Start with two.” Jimin did as he was told, pressing two fingers past the
ring of tight muscles. It was a strange feeling, the slick muscle clenching
around his fingers, but it was Jungkook and that thought alone made it so
impossibly arousing. He pumped them slowly before Jungkook seemed to relax all
the way, then he began to scissor them as best as he could. Jungkook groaned
and rocked back against his hand, fingers and toes curling with pleasure every
few thrusts. “A-add a third, hyung.” He asked and Jimin didn’t hesitate. It
took a matter of seconds to have Jungkook shaking beneath his touch and Jimin
repeated his movements again and again, trying to give Jungkook every bit of
pleasure that he could manage. “I’m good, hyung. Please, I want your cock.”
Jungkook begged and Jimin’s body flooded with heat. He pulled his fingers out
and wiped them on the bed sheets, unbuttoning his pants and tearing them off
his body. Jungkook turned around and laid back so he could watch Jimin roll the
condom onto his straining cock and massage lube over his length. Jimin was
bigger than Jungkook had been expecting and his chest fluttered in
anticipation.
            “Do you want me like this?” Jimin asked, kneeling between
Jungkook’s open legs. It was a bit harder to get to his ass like this, but it
was more personal.
            “Yes, please.” Jungkook panted and Jimin chuckled, lifting
Jungkook’s legs so they hooked over his shoulders. He lined himself up and
Jungkook nodded. The stretch was unlike anything Jungkook had felt and he
called out louder than he’d intended, arms wrapping around Jimin’s neck. He was
tight and hot around Jimin’s cock and the elder silenced his noises with his
mouth, the slide easy and slick as he started to move. There was already so
much pleasure pooling in his belly that he was sure he wouldn’t last long, but
by the way Jungkook was mewling, he didn’t think he would either.
            “Fuck, Kookie.” Jimin groaned, snapping his hips forward. Jungkook
clenched around his length and rocked his hips in time with Jimin’s, his entire
body shaking as the elder nailed his prostate. He bit down on his fist to
muffle his moans as Jimin picked up his pace, skin slapping skin and their
gasping breath filling the small room. Jungkook dug his heels into Jimin’s back
and arched up against the boy, finding his lips desperately as he felt his
pleasure start to swell. He bit down on Jimin’s bottom lip and tugged on it
lightly, muscles tensing and quaking perfectly. Jimin pinned his hands above
his head and kissed him deep and hard as he came, thrusting erratically.
Jungkook gasped for air and groaned as he came, painting his stomach white. His
eyes rolled back and fluttered closed as he panted, Jimin’s hands coming to
caress his face sweetly. He smiled and felt Jimin pull out of him slowly,
listening as he moved around the room. Something cleaned the cum from his
stomach before Jimin finally laid beside him again, wrapping his arms around
his little body. “That was…” Jimin sighed, thinking for a quick second.
“Sogood.” He finally chuckled and Jungkook smiled, cracking an eye open to see
the boy’s lovely face. “Are you okay?”
            “I’m amazing.” Jungkook purred, nuzzling against Jimin’s cheek.
They stayed like that – tangled up in each other – until Jimin’s mother called
for them to come get dinner two hours later. The dressed quickly and stumbled
to kitchen is a blissful haze, trying to keep their hands off of each other.
When then sat the table, Yoongi and Hoseok gave them knowing looks and they
blushed, turning their attention to the food.
~~
            “See you tomorrow, kitten.” Yoongi purred right next to Hoseok’s
ear, just low enough for no one else to hear. The girl blushed as she pulled
out of their hug, pinching Yoongi’s arm before she hopped out of the front
door.
            “Wait for me by the office tomorrow, okay?” Jungkook asked and
Jimin grinned, nodding eagerly. They didn’t get to hug goodbye or discretely
hold hands the way Yoongi and Hoseok could, so Jimin tucked his hands in his
pockets to keep himself at bay. Yoongi was going to bring Jimin to school early
the next morning so he could spend ten minutes making out with Jungkook in the
bathrooms before everyone else got there. “See you.” Jungkook waved as he
followed Hoseok out of the house, her mother having offered to drive him home.
Yoongi and Jimin watched the car drive away until they couldn’t see it anymore.
            “Come on.” Yoongi chirped, starting towards the stairs. Jimin
raised an eyebrow curiously, but followed her anyway.
            “What are we doing?” Jimin wondered.
            “Skyping Seokjin-oppa.” Yoongi spat as if it was the most obvious
thing in the world. Jimin just shrugged and closed her bedroom door behind him,
sitting next to her on her bed as she readied her laptop.
~~
            “Where’s our Taehyungie?” Namjoon purred softly, fingers trailing
over Seokjin’s bare chest. He peeked up at the elder and Seokjin rolled his
eyes.
            “Who knows?” Seokjin sighed, letting his eyes fall closed. They
laid in silence together peacefully, the lights of city outside their window
like an ocean of stars beneath them. It wasn’t quite dawn yet, the sky still
pitch black above the city. They were just on the verge of sleep when footsteps
echoed through the hallway outside of their room, both pairs of eyes dragging
lazily towards the door.
            Taehyung nudged the door open with her hip and smile at the boys on
the bed. She stood completely naked in the doorway, her tall body lean and
tanned. She swayed her hips as she entered the room, three glasses of a dark
burgundy wine balanced precariously in her hands. “Breakfast, my loves?” She
purred, holding out a glass to each man. They took them quickly and watched the
way she crawled up onto the king bed, hips swinging like a lioness before she
settled on the other side of Seokjin. She leaned in for a kiss, lips soft and
tongue warm. She made Seokjin’s head spin when she pulled away, leaning to do
the same to Namjoon.
            “Mmm, I ought to have you for breakfast.” Namjoon growled, trying
to follow Taehyung back over Seokjin’s chest. The elder laughed and wrapped an
arm around Namjoon as Taehyung kissed him again. He liked watching Taehyung
kiss. The way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the way her beautiful
lips glistened in the dim light, the way her pretty fingers cradled Namjoon’s
cheeks. It was all very intoxicating to see.
            Seokjin groaned when he heard the telltale notification song
drifting from his laptop, maneuvering himself out from underneath his lovers.
They cuddled up together and watched him with pouty faces as he retrieved his
laptop from the desk, returning to the bed to open it.
            “If that’s your office, I’m going to send them a strongly worded
letter about respecting your off time.” Taehyung spat. Seokjin grinned and
looked at the incoming call, arching an eyebrow.
            “It’s my sister.” He checked the clock on the wall quickly. “It
must be, like, six or seven pm over there.” Seokjin looked at his lovers and
rolled his eyes, moving to cover them up with the thick white comforter. He
grabbed his own t-shirt and boxers before he finally answered the call. It took
a second to connect before Yoongi’s and Jimin’s faces filled up his screen. It
suddenly hit him how much he actually missed those little brats. “Hey kids!” He
greeted, grinning brightly.
            “Why the fuck are you awake so early?” Yoongi immediately demanded
and Seokjin could hear soft snickers behind him.
            “Yah, respect your elders. And I haven’t gone to sleep yet.” He
watched Yoongi’s eyes narrow for a single second before understanding flooded
her features.
            “Are your lovers there?” She chirped and Seokjin chuckled. “Let us
meet them!” Seokjin moved so he was sat in between Taehyung and Namjoon again,
both of them immediately leaning over him to see the screen. They were loud and
lively as they greet his siblings, asking them basic questions about school and
jobs and Seokjin as a kid until the elder couldn’t take his siblings’ teasing
anymore.
            “Alright, alright, enough.” He complained, earning a round of
laughter. “Why did you guys call me in the first place?”
            “Our Jiminie lost his virginity!” Yoongi shouted and Jimin
immediately flushed a deep red.
            “I didn’t know that’s why we were calling him.” Jimin pouted, but
Yoongi leaned over to ruffle his hair fondly.
            “Did you enjoy it, Jiminie?” Seokjin asked and Jimin nearly choked,
covering his face. There was a nearly inaudible yes. “Well that’s good!
Congratulations, baby brother.” Jimin tried to frown at his siblings, but his
smile was soft and automatic. “Who was the lucky guy?”
            “Jeon fucking Jungkook.” Yoongi spat and Seokjin gasped.
            “You fucked the Pastor’s kid?” Taehyung looked at Namjoon behind
Seokjin’s back and they both burst into laughter.
            “Don’t say it like that!” Jimin whined, but everyone was already in
an uproar. “I had sex with someone who I really like and have spent a lot of
time with, who also happens to be the son of the Pastor who preaches at our
church.” Jimin tried to explain, but it only sounded worse. “Come on guys, shut
up.” Yoongi hugged her brother proudly and Seokjin clapped his hands as he
laughed, falling back on the stack of pillows behind him.
            “That’s really all I wanted to say.” Yoongi breathed when everyone
was starting to calm down. “Also, if you don’t come home for Jimin’s
graduation, I’ll kill you.” Yoongi shrugged and Seokjin laughed, waving at his
siblings as the chat cut off.
            “I like them.” Taehyung announced fondly as Seokjin stretched to
set his laptop on the bedside table. “Your sister is really cute. Is she
available?” Taehyung hummed and Seokjin glared at her. “What?”
            “No, she’s not available, she’s got a girlfriend, but even if she
was available, don’t fuck my sister.” Seokjin spat and Taehyung pouted. “Yah,
are you so greedy? Are Namjoonie and I not enough for you?” Seokjin accused,
crawling up between the girl’s legs. Taehyung gulped, toes curling in the
sheets as Seokjin loomed over her.
            “I think you should prove to me that you are.” Taehyung purred,
reaching out to bury a hand in Seokjin’s hair.
            “Round six!” Namjoon cheered, tackling his lovers onto the bed.
They fell into fond laughter as prodding hands found bare skin to waste away
the rest of the morning.
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