CONTAINS FLUFF, ANGST, MINOR SEXUAL CONTENT, & SOFT YOONGI
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Yoongi's arm squeezed tighter against my waist, his breathing hot and close on the back of my neck. I blinked lazily, my gaze focused on the floor-length corner window in the kitchen. A vast expanse of tall apartment buildings and busy streets stretched for miles into the fog. I kind of wished that I was out there, breathing in the fresh air from the balcony of the apartment, but Yoongi had me trapped against him.
A small part of me was enjoying his closeness; from what he said the night before, he wanted me in his life in a more intimate way, and even though I hadn't voiced so, I wanted him in the same way. But, another part of my brain was swarming with anxious and distressing thoughts over the conversation I'd had with Jimin right before dinner. If in some part of Yoongi's heart, he was still in love with the three other men, then I couldn't have him for myself. If Jimin and the others still loved Yoongi like they did when their polygamy relationship was still binding, then there was no way I could have anything other than a close friendship with Yoongi.
Are you really about to sacrifice your happiness for three complete strangers? I questioned myself crossly. But, I already knew the answer: even if I had only known Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook for a little over 48 hours, they were still people, and people deserved happiness.
And what about your happiness!?
I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed with my overactive brain. It was probably only seven in the morning, but I was wide awake. I groaned deep within my chest, beginning to push myself off of the couch. Yoongi grumbled something under his breath, his fingers gripping the underside of my body and pulling me back down against the couch.
"Yoongi let go," I breathed, a smile tugging at my lips. "I need to get back to Jimin's room before he wakes up."
"Sneaky are we?" he chuckled, his eyes slowly opening against the light of day. He turned me towards him, pulling himself closer to press his lips against mine.
I squeaked in surprise, but gradually my body softened and I leaned into the kiss. Yoongi's lips pulled up into a smile as he deepened the kiss, our foreheads pressed together gently. I let his hands roam up and down my backside, mine slowly working their way under his shirt. Yoongi sucked him his stomach at my touch and I grew nervous, thinking he didn't want me to touch him, but as one of his own hands worked its way atop my own, pulling it up and pressing it against his chest, I knew I was only overreacting. Slowly, he pushed himself up, hovering above me, our lips parting slightly.
A moan escaped my lips as I leaned closer to him, forcing our mouths back together. Yoongi lowered himself on top of me until our chests brushed against each other. Slowly he made his way from my lips, pressing small kisses against the side of my neck and collar bones. I worked my hands up and around his neck, fisting my hand in his silky black hair. Slowly, I guided his mouth back up to mine.
"Baby," he moaned breathlessly against my lips, his tongue running over the front of my teeth.
"Yoongi, I-"
He kissed me more aggressively than before, cutting me off. I untangled my hands from his hair, pressing them firmly against his chest. I began pushing against him nervously, my mind becoming overridden with thoughts of Jimin. Yoongi slowly released me, positioning his hands on either side of my head and staring down at me sleepily.
"What's the matter, baby?" he mumbled, pressing a kiss against my forehead.
"I...Yoongi, I c-can't do this." I pushed myself upright so that our faces were at equal height, his nose a mere inch from my own.
"What do you mean you 'can't do this'? Yura's not around anymore; it's okay."
Yoongi slowly positioned himself next to me on the couch, his hand reaching out to hold my chin between his fingers. He brought our lips together for a quick kiss before pulling away.
"No. No, it's not okay, Yoongi." I pulled my knees to my chest, hanging my head between them
"But, you ended things with Yura-"
"This isn't about Yura!" I flinched as I realized my voice had risen angrily. I peered down the hall; thankfully, no one appeared to come yell at me for waking them so early in the morning. With a sigh of relief, I continued in a hushed tone. "It's about Jimin."
Yoongi narrowed his eyes, ears, and face growing red. "Jimin? What're you into him? You just met!"
"I'm not!" I whined, feeling tears build up in the backs of my eyes. "This isn't about me and him. It's about you and them. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook are still in love with you. If something happens between us, then that'll hurt them, and I don't want to do that to someone."
Tears began cascading down my face and I wiped them away angrily. Yoongi stared at me for a long while, his brow furrowed in thought.
"They are?" he muttered more to himself. Yoongi ran a hand over his forehead and laughed. "Shit. Shit, that's-"
A broad smile broke out across his face, but when he looked down at my tear-stained, reddened face, it immediately disappeared. He cupped my face in his hands and brought our foreheads together. Instinctively, I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck, beginning to cry quietly.
"I love you, Yoongi," I whimpered, shutting my eyes tightly. "But, I can't put myself before other people. Especially when you care about them just as much as they care about you."
A shuddered sigh pushed its way from Yoongi's lips. He reached down, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. My cries became audible, and I pressed my face in the crooks of Yoongi's neck to hide my face from him. He soothingly rubbed his hands up and down my back.
"Yumin-ah," he finally whispered after I'd stopped crying.
"Mmh."
"Do you have any feelings for those three...at all?"
After a second thought, I replied, "No. Not really."
"'Not really'? Do you think they're cute?"
I could hear the humor laced in Yoongi's tone and I smiled against him, nodding a bit. He chuckled heartily, squeezing my waist.
"Can you wait for me? Just a little bit longer?" he hummed, pulling my face into view.
I stared at him calmly, feeling like I had cried away a few pounds of body weight. My body felt numb and tingly, and leaning up against Yoongi only made me want to go back to sleep. Nodding slowly, I closed my eyes against the pain and fatigue in my mind and body, feeling Yoongi's lips brush against mine.
"Just a little bit longer baby, I promise." He leaned his head against the side of mine and sighed. "Just trust me."
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Yoongi pulled Jungkook against him, the youngers head resting in his lap. His heart was pounding out of his chest as his gaze flicked back and forth between Taehyung and Jimin. They sat together against the headboard of Taehyung and Jungkook's twin bed, legs folded comfortably over each other.
"Why'd you wake us up so early, hyung?" Taehyung yawned, stretched his arms high above his head in a stretch. "You're the one that normally sleeps in, so..."
"I needed to talk to you guys about something. Something...uh important?"
"Why do you sound so dubious, Yoongi?" questioned Jimin groggily.
Yoongi sat for a moment, trying to connect all the thoughts swimming around his head into their proper order. Unable to focus himself, he decided to just get the conversation going and hope all was understandable. "Do you guys still love me?"
The room immediately escalated to a whole new level of quiet. Everyone's breathing could be heard clearly, and Yoongi swore he could hear Taehyung blink.
"We..." Taehyung trailed off, his cheeks flaring a bright peach pink. He lowered his head without a word, pulling his legs close to his chest.
Jungkook sighed, looking up at the man above him. "Yes, we do hyung. We never stopped."
"And we never will," Jimin finished, his gaze finding Yoongi's.
Yoongi couldn't help but flash a gum-filled smile at the three men before him, his heart beating loudly in his ears. He felt happy with them; like he did before he left for the military. Before their group had split up. Before they had split up. Wrapping his arms around the front of Jungkook's small upper torso, Yoongi sighed.
"I never stopped loving you guys either."
Jimin smiled joyfully, his eyes almost disappearing into his face. Yoongi chuckled, lowering his gaze. "So what does this mean?" he pondered shyly.
"Should we?" Taehyung queried. "I mean...should we get b-back together?"
"I'm assuming we all want too...right?" Jimin asked Yoongi calmly and received a nod from the older brunet. "So...then we're back together."
Yoongi and Jungkook burst out into fitful giggles, pushing up and throwing themselves on the other two. They sat together like that, all four entangled in each other's embrace, for what felt like forever, smiling to themselves.
But, Yoongi began to grow nervous, and his smile slowly faded. He pulled away from the younger three and sat on his heels, hands fisted in his lap. "There's also something else I wanted to talk about."
"As soon as Yumin leaves," Jungkook laughed, "you can move in."
Yoongi grinned shaking his head. "No, not that. Well, not about the moving in or out thing."
"Is it about Yumin, hyung?" Jimin inquired, his arms wrapped around Jungkook and Taehyung.
Yoongi nodded, keeping eye contact with the smaller man. "Do you guys...care about her?"
Jungkook sat upright, puzzled. "Care about her? Hyung, we just met-"
"Yes."
All eyes locked onto Jimin who retracted his arms and pressed them against his mid-section. His reply had been quick as if he didn't need to give it a second thought. "I-I do care about her."
"Shit," Taehyung muttered, drawing a hand over his face.
Yoongi shot Taehyung a look before calmly addressing Jimin. "In what way?"
Jimin shrugged, appearing to be embarrassed. "I...I don't know. She just seemed so...helpless when we first met, and I wanted to protect her. I still want to protect her. I care about her as a person, and maybe..."
"Maybe a little more?"
"Maybe... I don't know. She's cute and nice, and funny, but I have you four. And what happens when our hyungs come home? I-I can't do that to anyone."
Yoongi was taken briefly back to earlier that morning, Yumin crying beside him on the fold-out couch in the early morning light. "I love you, Yoongi. But, I can't put myself before other people. Especially when you care about them just as much as they care about you."
Her words sent a shiver up Yoongi's spine. He sighed loudly, shutting his eyes tight before confessing.
"I know how you feel Jimin, but, I'm in love with her."
The younger three's heads snapped up in shock. Yoongi lowered his head shamefully, afraid that they wouldn't be as accepting as he had hoped for.
"I'm not going to stop loving you three, or the others. Ever! But, I'm not letting go of Yumin-ah. I ju-just can't. And I want to be with her."
"But what about us, Yoongi?" Taehyung blurted. "We're back together now. You...how? How is this going to work?"
"I don't fucking know, but I'm not giving up on the four of you. We're all interested in polygamy...at least us four. I'm not letting go of you, and I'm not letting go of her either. We can work this out, I promise."
Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin stared dumbfounded at their hyung, not knowing what to say or think at that moment. All Yoongi knew was that he loved the four of them, and would do anything for them. And that nothing was going to stop him from doing so.
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Nari and Yeontan padded around the apartment's small balcony, sniffing at every corner of the wall; searching. I watched them carefully, my hand locked around two small blue doggy bags in case one of them decided to relieve themselves on the small patch of fake grass someone had laid out in the far corner. My eyes rested on Nari for longer than I intended, her short white coat beautifully blinding in the morning sunlight. She trotted confidently up to me, nuzzling my arm so she could slip underneath it. I held her close with a smile on my face.
"Such a pretty girl," I cooed, stroking her head and neck.
Nari panted loudly, her head lifted high. Yeontan barked carelessly at the patch of grass in the corner before lifting his leg and relieving himself. A stream of pee hit the mat before tapering off and hitting the concrete balcony floor.
"For the love of- On the mat Yeontan. On. The. Mat."
Yeontan stared at me blankly before sneezing aggressively and continuing to wander aimlessly around the balcony's confined space. I rolled my eyes and giggled, calmly taking in the view of Busan's beautiful cityscape. A cool breeze blew through the air, tugging at my hair. I yawned sleepily, pulling my arms against my body, hands tucked into the sleeves of Yoongi's sweatshirt, and leaned against Nari. She didn't budge, only continuously panted, her head rotating from size to side as she stared out at nothing in particular.
The sliding glass door behind me creaked loudly. I turned around, watching as Yoongi stepped out onto the balcony, shutting the door behind him and shoving his hands deep into the front pockets of his light blue jeans.
"W-what're you d-doing out here still?" he stuttered, sitting on the ground next to me. "I'm freezing my balls off already. Come inside."
"In a minute." I motioned to Yeontan as he tripped over his front paws, falling forward before picking himself up and continuing the meander around the balcony.
Yoongi snorted. "Dumb as a doorstop, that dog. Just don't tell Tae I said that."
I laughed calmly, leaning my head against his shoulder. We sat for a moment in silence before Yoongi cleared his throat and spoke.
"I got back together with the others."
The breath caught in my throat and I coughed, turning away from Yoongi for a second. When I turned back, he was watching me worriedly, his eyes wide and pleading.
"You did?" I lamented, tugging at the ends of Yoongi's sweatshirt sleeves. I felt hollow, my heart pounding ten times its normal pace. Yoongi reached out and grabbed one of my hands bringing it onto his lap and holding it tightly.
"Yes...but, will you still go out with me?"
I stared at him, utterly shocked.
"Polygamy," I muttered, remembering how Jimin was currently in a polygamy relationship of three, and now apparently four.
"You don't have to date those three. Just me," Yoongi muttered, grinning in a half-hearted attempt to cheer me up. "I know you've never been in a relationship with more than one partner, and you said that you didn't have feelings for them, so I'm not forcing you into anything. It's up to you."
I continued to stare at Yoongi, utterly dumbfounded, and at a loss for words.
"How...how the fuck is this supposed to work?"
Yoongi sighed and glared up at the sky. I continued to watch his face, the muscle in his jaw twitchy anxiously. He brought his gaze back down to mine and leaned forward to rest his head against my shoulder. "I have no fucking clue, but I don't want to be single anymore. I want the four of you. I want you."
"I don't have to be in a relationship with Jimin and the two demons?" I mumbled, resting my head atop Yoongi's.
He chuckled. "No."
"Then I guess if it makes you happy..." I trailed off, looking away so he wouldn't see me smiling. Yoongi's head shot up, his arms draping over me in a sloppy hug, pulling me tight against his body. I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his neck. I felt happier with Yoongi than I'd ever felt since moving to Korea, and I wasn't about to let that go for anything.
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Sorry for the late update aha. I got distracted with school work. Slep😴I hope y'all like the lil soft Yoongi parts in this, but don't worry, he's not going to be soft during the ENTIRE book. Someone's gonna need Yoongi to bust out his lil Meow Meow Muscles. (I'm sorry)