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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung_|
      V/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook, Park_Jimin_(BTS)
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, probably_blasphemous_at_some_point, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot, Innocent_Jungkook, Bottom_Jungkook
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-07 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3352
****** Sweet Like Poison ******
by queenofkookies
Summary
     Jungkook is the son of a devout family. Taehyung and Jimin are
     everything he's been warned against, but once they get a taste of the
     younger boy, they'll be damned if it ends there.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
A/N- This is what happens when BTS comes back at the same time I’m assigned
three projects.
Jungkook set his pencil down on his desk, sighing and glancing at the clock. It
wasn’t late, but the sky was already dark outside and he’d been working since
he got home. The television hummed from downstairs consistently, and he guessed
his parents were still awake. His little brother had gone to bed a while
before, and the upstairs floor was deathly quiet, except for the steady ticking
of the clock. He looked back down at his work, neat lines of equations. They
were precise, exact. The rest of his desk was bare, save for some extra paper
and pencils. His room was much the same. His bed had plain white sheets and
pillows, the night table adorned with a simple lamp. A bible, the pages soft
and worn from constant use, sat on the side closest to his bed. His parents had
gotten it for him after his confirmation and he’d used it ever since.
It was probably the most personalized object in the whole room. The walls were
bare and pale blue. His closet was closed, but inside it were similar button
downs and slacks, the nicest pairs pushed to the right of the closet for
Sundays. The window was open to let a breeze disturb the stiff air. Jungkook
felt his eyes drooping in tiredness, the tiny numbers on in his neat notebook
going hazy. He blinked and raised his hands to dig the heel of his palms into
them. The sounds of the tv downstairs faded away and he heard his parents
rising up the stairs. The light under the crack in his door turned off and he
took a deep breath. It was always stressful to know that his mother and father
could check in on him to make sure he was still getting his work done.
Slumping down in his stiff chair, he lightly shoved away his work and closed
his eyes, yawning quietly. The house was quiet save for his own shuffles as he
tried to get comfortable in the wooden desk chair. Looking out the window, he
squinted. His room overlooked the backyard, which was always empty at this time
of night. Still, he could’ve sworn he just heard footsteps. Getting up from the
seat and stretching out tiredly, he edged closer, leaning against the frame and
 peering outside. The rooftop that stretched out before him was empty. He
frowned, but figured it was a squirrel.
“Aish, I really need to get some sleep,” He turned away from the window and was
a few steps away from reaching his dresser to change into pajamas when someone
answered him.
“Aw, but we came all this way to see you,”  Jungkook spun around, gasping and
stumbling backwards until his back hit hit dresser painfully. The boy at his
window was leaning in casually as if he belonged there and Jungkook recognized
him immediately.
“Hy-Hyung! What are you doing here?” Jungkook had met Taehyung on one occasion
at school. It was easy to miss the new student considering they weren’t in the
same grade, but Taehyung happened to be taking the same art elective as
Jungkook. It was luck they had met, considering Jungkook’s father found out he
had enrolled in something as “impractical” as art and immediately called the
school and switched him to economics. But for the week he was in the class,
he’d sat at the table next to Taehyung. The new student was… eccentric, to say
the least. He wore blue contacts and his hair was bleached blonde. He sketched
dark, shadowy pictured that made the teacher purse her lips and look away. They
didn’t talk much, but when they did Taehyung seemed to know exactly what
Jungkook was thinking, and addressed him as a close friend. Taehyung was vague
and flighty, but if Jungkook knew one thing about him, it was that another
student was never far behind him.
Sure enough, “We?” Taehyung shifted to the side and Jimin walked up to the
window. Jungkook, still on the floor, gaped for a moment, before awkwardly
clambering to his feet.
“Uhm… hello, sunbae?” Jungkook didn’t fail to notice that neither of them had
answered when he asked why they were here, but he ignored it, walking back
towards the window.
Jimin chuckled. “You were right, Tae. So polite,” Jungkook looked down and
fiddled with his fingers, having a feeling he was being laughed at. A cool hand
tilted his chin up and he realized just how close to the window he’d gotten.
Taehyung was looking at him intently and Jungkook stared back, holding his
breath unintentionally. Tae leaned over the window sill until their faces were
close enough that Jungkook could smell Taehyung’s cologne mixed with the scent
of nicotine.
“Aren’t you going to invite us in Jungkookie?” Blinking away the haze that
Taehyung had left in his wake, Jungkook nodded distantly, stepping away from
the window. He knew that the two new students were on the unusual side, but he
didn’t think they would take any more interest in him than anyone else. But
Jimin was swinging one leg over the window sill calmly and Jungkook figured
that climbing through his window after somehow making it onto his rooftop
without him seeing meant they were at least slightly intrigued by him.
Jungkook remained quiet as they both entered, much more gracefully than he
could’ve managed. Taehyung’s boots didn’t even scuff the sill and he hopped
through, one long leg at a time. Jungkook took a moment, head spinning at the
contrast between the two boys and the rest of his room. They were dressed in
skinny jeans, Jimin’s ripped high on his thighs, and Taehyung was wearing a
leather jacket with splotches of spray paint staining it. Taehyung had dark
makeup smudged around his eyes in a way that Jungkook’s mother would’ve slapped
Jungkook for even thinking about.  His shirt was torn systematically, golden
skin peeking through. Jimin’s hair was newly-dyed gray, and Jungkook thought it
looked soft to the touch. He blushed, meeting Jimin’s eyes and feeling as if
he’d done something wrong by looking. He cleared his throat.
“It’s… nice to see you, hyung,” He mumbled, addressing Taehyung since Jimin was
still more of an unknown to him, and slightly intimidating. “But, why are you
here so late. Is everything okay?” Taehyung smiled and sauntered over to
Jungkook’s bed, laying down comfortably.
“Ah, Jungkookie is so good to his hyungs, Jiminie.” Jimin hummed and smirked,
wandering over to Jungkook’s desk and sitting down. Jungkook bit his lips,
feeling awkward as he stood in the middle of the room with two pairs of eyes on
him. He shuffled over to bed and sat on the very edge, keeping some distance
between he and Taehyung.
“To answer your question, I was wondering why you stopped coming to art class,”
Taehyung rolled onto his side to face Jungkook, “it was always so entertaining
with you there,” Again, Jungkook feels like he’s being laughed at when he see’s
Jimin grinning, but he answers anyway.
“Ah, my father signed me up for economics instead,” He tries to say it
neutrally, but the homework for said class is currently resting on his desk,
ridiculously hard and unfinished, so a bit of resentment shines through. Jimin
perks up in interest, however.
“Why’s that?” His eyes are trained on Jungkook and he looks away nervously.
“He told me that it was more practical than painting,” Jungkook muttered and he
hears Taehyung scoff.
“How ridiculous,” Jimin hums in agreement but otherwise stays silent, playing
with one of Jungkook’s pencils absently. They look so foreign in his room; dark
colors against pastel walls. Jungkook had learned enough about contrast in his
week long stay at art class to recognize it when he saw it.
“You look uncomfortable, Jungkookie,” Taehyung mumbles teasingly and Jungkook
jumps slightly, lost in thought. Taehyung chuckles lowly and the sound makes
Jungkook blush inexplicably. “You don’t have visitors in your room often, do
you?” Jungkook shakes his head and Jimin gets up quietly to sit down next to
Tae, shoving him over gently.
“Are we the first people in your bed Jungkookie?” Jimin guessed, one of his
hands resting on Taehyung’s shoulder casually. Before Jungkook could answer,
Taehyung answered for him.
“With that face? I’m sure there have been plenty, right Kookie?” Jungkook
blushed, shaking his head furiously.
“N-No! My parents don’t let me bring girls in my room!” He defended, but Jimin
interrupted him.
“So they aren’t worried about boys? You should see the way some of them look at
you Jungkook,” Jungkook isn’t sure he understands, but Jimin is looking at him
expectantly.
“Why would they be worried about that?” He asks curiously and Taehyung looks
completely surprised, before he composes himself. He shuffles closer, looking
at Jungkook intently.
“Kookie, have you ever kissed a boy?” Jungkook gasps, and Taehyung takes that
as an answer, turning to Jimin. “What a shame,” Jimin hums in agreement and
looks at Jungkook for a moment, unreadable.
“Have you ever seen two boys kiss?” Jungkook swallows, moving to look away, but
Taehyung grabs his chin, blocking any hope of escape.
“Do you want to?” Jungkook’s mouth feels dry and he considers not offering an
answer, but both Taehyung and Jimin are looking at him unflinchingly.
“...y-yes,” It’s only a whisper, but the room is quiet enough that it sounds
ridiculously loud to him.
That’s all it takes for Jimin to act, shoving Taehyung onto his back and
climbing into his lap. Taehyung smirks, left arm circling around Jimin to pull
him down until they can’t get any closer. He shoots Jungkook a wicked smile
before Jimin is claiming his lips, fitting them together carelessly and
comfortably. Jungkook felt his breath leave him all at once. He knew Jimin and
Taehyung were close, but  this . Jimin’s thick thighs are braced on either side
of Taehyung’s and Tae has one hand wound into Jimin’s hair. Their lips move
languidly but passionately, and Jungkook sinks further into the pillows behind
him. Jimin arches into the kiss, letting Taehyung tug him closer until he has
control. Jimin’s lips part when Taehyung bites at them roughly and Jungkook
watches them, pressing his thighs together and trying not to let his breathing
get too loud. His face is flushed and the color moves down his neck and ears.
Taehyung’s hands move down to Jimin’s waist and slip under his shirt, caressing
smooth skin. Jungkook knows he should look away, stop this while he can, but
Jimin is groaning into Taehyung’s mouth and Jungkook can’t stop the low moan
that escapes him. It makes Taehyung pull away to look at him, observing the way
his hands are twisted in the sheets like he can’t help it, mouth hanging open
like it was him who’d just been kissed silly. Jimin doesn’t look bothered by
the interruption, but he crawls of Taehyung’s lap until he’s leaning half over
Jungkook, who’d sunk down into the pillows at some point he doesn’t remember.
He’s so close that Jungkook see the way his pupils are blown. His hair is
ruffled from where Taehyung pulled at it before, and his lips are red and
hanging slightly open. Jungkook tears his eyes away when they move to ask a
question.
“Did you like our demonstration, Kookie?” Jungkook doesn’t know how to answer,
his brain moving sluggishly as Jimin crawls closer, nudging one knee between
Jungkook’s thighs. Jungkook licks his lips nervously and a stab of arousal hits
him when he sees Jimin follow the movement. He can hear Taehyung shifting
closer to their left, but he can’t seem to turn his head to look when Jimin is
pinning him to the bed with his stare.
“H-Hyungs, it’s getting l-late, I should-,” His words are cut off abruptly when
Jimin leans forward and pushes their lips together violently. His eyes shoot
open from the half lidded state Jimin had lured him into and he tries to squirm
backwards, but Jimin’s hands are on his waist, holding him down and it
shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
His lips are slack from shock, and it doesn’t take much effort on Jimin’s part
to dominate the kiss, licking into Jungkook’s mouth and dragging out muffled
mewls. Jungkook’s eyes slipped closed again at some point, and he stops
squirming against the kiss, melting into the press of lips instead. Jimin is
relentless, grabbing a fistful of Jungkook’s hair and yanking his head back.
Jungkook gives a heady moan in response, which is swallowed hungrily by Jimin.
He’s almost forgotten about Taehyun until he’s pushing Jimin over so he can fit
and then they’re both looming over Jungkook.
Jimin adjust quickly, and is back to kissing him fervently, only this time it’s
accompanied by Taehyung sucking wet kisses down his exposed neck. His skin
feels feverish underneath his clothes and the two bodies pressed down on him
and smothering him in attention. Evidently, Taehyung is much less shy with his
hands, and Jungkook squeaks into the kiss when his shirt is pushed up until it
catches on his arms.
Jungkook feels like he’s floating. Jimin is still at his mouth, biting at his
lips whenever his attention seems to be wavering, which is every five seconds
considering how Taehyung is slowly working his way up his abdomen with wet
kisses and licks.
Taehyung reaches his chest and Jungkook can feel him chuckling lowly against
his skin when he purposley licks around his nipples teasingly.
“Sensitive here,  princess ?” He blows at the skin and Jungkook gasps into
Jimin’s mouth, clutching at the sheets and shuddering from both the name and
the way Taehyung’s fingers feel on his bare skin.
“I’ve barely even touched him, Jiminnie,” Jungkook screws his eyes closed in
embarrassment and covers his face with a hand when Jimin pulls away to catch
his breath but it gets yanked away by Jimin at the same time Taehyung bites
down on his nipple.
“ Ah, hyun-ng,”  His voice is embarrassingly strangled, Taehyung now laving
over his right nipple with his tongue, fingers ghosting over the other.
“Don’t hide your face from us, Jungkook,” This time it’s Jimin who’s talking to
him, but in the same low, dangerous tone that Taehyung had used.  It shouldn’t
make him so hot to hear them use that voice with him, but his hips buck from
where they’re pinned down under Jimin’s leg anyways. Jimin raises an eyebrow
and grins.
“You like it when we’re mean to you, Jungkook?” His breath catches and he looks
away but Taehyung grabs his hair unforgivingly and forces him to meets his
eyes.
“Y-yes! Please hyungs!”  Jungkook isn’t sure what he’s begging for, but the
words alone are enough to have Taehyung’s eyes darkening as he quickly undoes
the button on Jungkook’s jeans and hastily pulls down the zipper.
Jimin shifts to give Taehyung room to work, but he doesn’t stay idle for long.
The shirt that is still rucked up under his arms is pulled up, but instead of
Jimin taking it all the way off, he leaves it at his wrists and twists it into
a practiced knot. Jungkook makes a surprised noise and pulls at the restraints,
but Jimin leans over him and clasps his hands around Jungkook’s to stop them
from fidgeting.
“ Relax , baby,” The pet name alone is enough to make Jungkook melt even
further into his mattress, but Taehyung happens to pull down his jeans at the
same time, palming his erection through only the thin fabric of his boxers none
too gently, and he tenses again, wrists chafing against the shirt as Taehyung
persists, the heel of his hand digging demandingly against the head of
Jungkook’s cock.
“Don’t worry, princess, we’ll take good care of you,” The calming words are
accompanied by a rough bite to the delicate skin on his neck, Jimin sucking the
spot to chase away the pain. Jungkook cries out, loud enough that he glances at
the door worriedly, but the walls in his house seem to be thick enough to cover
up any questionable noises. Jimin leans back and groans lowly.
“You look so pretty all marked up, baby,” Jungkook’s eyes are half closed from
the combination of sweet words and Taehyung’s continuously rough treatment. His
hips are canting towards Taehyung’s hand, and he can hear himself moaning
softly.
“Hyung, please- more” His voice is embarrassingly scratchy, but Taehyung seems
to have been waiting for it, and he smiles widely when he hears it.
“Well why didn’t you just say so, gorgeous?” Taehyung pulls down his boxers,
Jungkook flushing and pressing his legs together. Jimin rearranges them,
removing the shirt and sitting behind Jungkook so he’s sitting between Jimin’s
thick thighs, warm breath tickling the side of his neck and making him shiver
lightly. Taehyung rubs Jungkook’s legs comfortingly before he spreads them,
thumbs rubbing calming circles on his inner thighs, the skin soft and
sensitive. Jungkook leans back into Jimin when Taehyung scoots closer, licking
closer and closer to where Jungkook wants him most; leaving behind a burning
trail of sharp bites and kisses that makes Jungkook squirm impatiently. Jimin
locks his arms around Jungkook’s waist to keep his still in response.
Jimin’s strong arms are distracting, and his hips buck up when Taehyung finally
takes the head of his cock into his mouth, thighs instinctively trying to clamp
together. Taehyung holds them apart, humming around his length as he sinks down
further. The feeling is unbelievable. Taehyung’s mouth is soft and warm and
Jimin’s hands slide down to his hips to hold them down, the restraint only
making him more desperate. Jimin kisses at his neck lightly, thumbs rubbing at
his hips and calming him down while Taehyung does something sinful with his
tongue. His eyes flutter closed and Jimin whispers to him calmingly, crude
words sounding unbearably loud in the quiet house.
“Such a good boy, Kookie, that’s it,” Jimin’s words wash over him like warm
flames and Taehyung pulls off to lick him from base to tip. His breathing is
heavy and he can feel Jimin grinding against his lower back. The other two are
still fully clothed and it makes him feel exposed. His head lolls against
Jimin’s shoulder when Taehyung looks him in the eyes while hollowing out his
cheeks.
He can tell he’s close, so he whines in the back of his throat, hips straining
fruitlessly against Jimin’s strong hold. His hands are scrambling for purchase
and he grips onto the slits in Jimin’s jeans scratching the skin enough for
Jimin to gasp in his ear. The sound is what sets him off, Jimin’s lips brushing
against the shell of his ear while Taehyung sucks persistently until Jungkook
is squirming from the oversensitivity.
He doesn’t realize he’s closed his eyes until he opens them blearily. His
entire body feels like water, sinking into the cushions underneath him. Jimin
is running calming hands down his sides while Taehyung work the blanket out
from under him to lay it across his waist so he isn’t so exposed. Jimin slips
out from behind him and arranges the pillows neatly. Taehyung crawls up the bed
and kisses Jungkook on the cheek quickly, Jungkook humming in contentment at
the waves of affection that are suddenly coming off the two.
“See you at school tomorrow, baby boy,” Jimin gives him a kiss on the other
cheek and brushes the hair off his forehead, smiling fondly. Jungkook still
feels like his brain is made of cotton balls, airy and light, but he processes
the words slowly as Jimin and Taehyung crawl out the window the way they came.
When his eyes can open steadily for a moment, he finally realises and glares at
his homework, abandoned on the desk. Right, school. He thinks about getting up
to finish working, or maybe change into cleaner clothes, but his cheeks are
still warm from phantom kisses, so he sinks back into bed tiredly. He’ll deal
with it tomorrow.

End Notes
     Those who would like to join me in Hell, I have extra tickets! This
     was totally written off Demian feels but has literally no connection
     to the book other than religion. I had to split this into more than
     one chapter because it was getting a little forced, but I'll update
     soon. Comment what you want to see in the next chapter, I'm open to
     suggestions!
     Love you all,
     queenofkookies
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