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When you put seven teen boys in one house and ban them from dating, what do you expect? Surely not for them to stay celibate. And if they can’t go out to satisfy their urges with others, it's only natural they would explore them together instead.
That was why no one in bangtan was particularly surprised when occasionally two people who weren’t usually sleeping together would spend the night together. And if their night was a bit loud- who cares? They all had ear plugs.
Early in their career, when Namjoon noticed what was going on, he issued a band meeting, but instead of banning these nightly occurrences, he made the other six boys sit and watch a forty-minute video about safety in intercourse and different types of consent.
Needless to say, the others were extremely flustered to hear their leader talk about the correct way to put a condom on with the help of a banana, and constantly tried to make him shut up already.
Jungkook, the youngest, actually tried to bolt out of the room, but was caught by Jin who was sitting right next to the door probably for this reason exactly.
“I know it's awkward, Jungkookie-ah. it's better it would be awkward now then when you actually try to do something, isn’t it?” Jin said, pulling the young boy to his lap.
“Oh! that reminds me,” Namjoon said just as Jungkook settled in his hyung’s lap and stopped pouting. He put the condom-covered banana back on the table, much to Hoseok’s -who was sitting next to him- disgust.
“I trust that everyone is aware that Jungkook's still a minor and would not try anything funny until next year, yeah?” Jungkook groaned and hid his face in Jin’s neck. The older laughed and patted his hair sympathetically. Taehyung raised his hand sheepishly.
“How.. illegal is a kiss?” He asked, ears burning. Namjoon facepalmed.
“I don’t know the exact law. if it already happened we have nothing to do. Just- if you two do anything else, wait ‘till after Jungkook’s legal.”
Surprisingly, on the night Jungkook turned legal, he didn’t spend it with Taehyung. Nor did he spend it with Jimin; right after the seven boys finished their little celebration, and after Jungkook managed to spit the little sip of whiskey he took right onto Yoongi’s face, The newly-legal boy disappeared into Seokjin’s room.
Yoongi, whose face was still covered with whiskey, got a pat on the shoulder from Jin.
“Sleep in Jungkook’s room tonight, okay?” the elder whispered to him before standing up as well and starting to clean the table. After everything was cleaned up, he too disappeared into the room, locking the door after him.
Unlike everyone else, Yoongi never spent his night with another band member. Once, when they were young, he kissed Hoseok, but that was the end of it.
It’s not that Yoongi never felt sexually frustrated- he was still a young man just like his members, but he just felt it was a bit too weird for them to have sex and go right back to working together afterwards.
That didn’t stop him from fantasizing about his six closest friends in his rare jerking-off sessions, though.
It started all the way back in 2012, before they even debuted. After a pretty frustrating day, Yoongi locked himself in the shared bathroom and started touching himself under the weak stream of warm water from the shower head. He was just so close to his orgasm, when there was a knock on the door and his hyung’s voice could be heard.
“Yoongi-yah, please finish soon, we all want to take a shower.”
Seokjin’s voice just sounded so… rough after the long practice today. It was warm and deep, and Yoongi ended up spilling his load right when Jin finished talking. He quickly finished showering and ran out of the bathroom, ignoring his hyung, who was standing next to the door.
It became a practice after that. Every time Yoongi was frustrated enough to touch himself in the shower, his hyung’s voice sneaked into his mind. Soon, it became the image of his hands on him, and later, the other members joined his filthy imaginations.
Yoongi felt shameful, thinking about his friends in that way, but the embarrassment made it hotter. Maybe that was part of the reason he always refused to spend the night with them. It would make everything just way too weird.
Later, around 2015 or 2016, the purely physical fantasies became more.. romantic. He found himself zoning out more and more thinking about Namjoon’s strong arms hugging him, about Jin’s heart shaped lips kissing him, about Taehyung’s big hand holding his. Each member had their own little place inside Yoongi’s stupid, unrealistic wants.
He didn’t understand it. How could he like more than one person? He blamed it on his dumb hormones, but couldn’t help the itch inside him that wanted more than a physical relationship. Maybe that was why he was always so eager to please them, to see them happy.
Yoongi would always let his members do whatever they wanted. He let Jungkook annoy him whenever the maknae felt bored, let Taehyung drag him around when the other just wanted company, let Jimin back-hug him even if he didn’t feel particularly touchy that day. Yoongi watched Hoseok dance whenever the younger wanted help with coming out with choreography ideas, he spent hours huddled with Namjoon over his computer, composing dozens of songs together in frequent all-nighters, he let Jin test his new recipes on him, even if wasn’t hungry. They were pretty tasty.
The others assured him he doesn’t have to listen to them. Even Jungkook admitted he can get pretty annoying, but Yoongi just smiled and promised he would tell them if they were being too much. He never did, though.
It was just another terribly warm September day in 2021. Yoongi was standing in the dorm’s kitchen with just shorts and an oversized shirt on. He was drenched in sweat despite the AC being on. Global warming was a bitch, really. It was supposed to be autumn already, but yet here was, practically swimming in his own sweat.
Due to the extreme heat, dance practice was actually canceled, so the seven members stayed home, each trying to stay cool in their own way.
Yoongi was busy making cold fruit tea to try and beat the heat. He would have locked himself in the shower hours ago, if it wasn’t for Seokjin and hoseok stealing the only two showers in the dorm for themselves, so he was stuck with robbing the fridge out of ice.
When he was done making the tea, Yoongi filled two tall glasses with the pinkish drink and made his way to Taehyung’s room. He and Namjoon had the best AC in the dorm, so Yoongi planned to bribe the second youngest with the sweet cold tea so he would let him sleep in his room for the rest of the day.
Without knocking, Yoongi pressed the door handle with his elbow and pushed it inside with his back.
“Taehyung-ah, I made iced tea. Do you want some?” He asked as he turned around to face the room, and immediately stopped in his tracks.
Apparently, Taehyung and the other two members of the maknae line had a different idea of how to defeat the heat.
Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were all shirtless on Taehyung’s bed. Taehyung and Jungkook were kissing messily near the headboard, while Jimin was facing them, back to the door, and tracing his tongue down Jungkook’s defined abs.
If it was even possible, Yoongi felt himself get even warmer. his palms started sweating even though he was holding an ice-cold drink. Sweat trickled down his temples. He gulped, loudly, and made Jungkook notice him.
The youngest quickly tapped on Taehyung’s muscular arms embracing him and pointed to the doorway, Taehyung looked confused for a second before turning his head. When he saw Yoongi, standing there dumbfounded, he let out an embarrassed laugh.
“Oh! Hi, hyung.” He sheepishly said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Hyung? which-” Jimin asked while turning around. When he saw Yoongi, a smirk formed in his lips, and he got down from the bed.
“Hyung? anything you need?” he asked while walking to the doorway. Yoongi could feel his face burning. The icy drink felt like lava in his hands. He took a step backwards.
Jimin was hot, he always was, but now, walking towards Yoongi with a smirk on his lips, shirtless, with sweat trickling down his torso? He was the fucking sun .
“I- Just-” Yoongi stuttered, words stuck in his throat. His eyes flickered around the room, to escape the sight of the half-naked man walking towards him, but were only met with the naked torsos of Taehyung and Jungkook, who were now sat on the bed, watching the scene unfold.
“Would you like to join?” Jimin offered, smirk still on his lips. The sight of his hyung, so flustered just by witnessing a couple seconds of a makeout session, was entertaining to him. And maybe he did want Yoongi to join them. Their hyung was pretty hot.
Yoongi let out a startled, choked yelp. Without answering Jimin, he pushed both glasses of pink tea he was holding towards Jimin’s chest, successfully spilling half of the icy drink onto his skin. When the younger grabbed a hold of them, confused, Yoongi quickly turned around and ran out of the room, face as pink as the drink he just abandoned.
Jimin turned back to the two men sitting on the bed and closed the door with his heel. He walked back to the bed.
“I expected him to hit me. But now we have tea, I declare this a success.”