CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MINOR SEXUAL CONTENT, FLUFF, ANGST & LITTLE SPACE
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I leaned back against the passenger seat of Yoongi's black Audi, gently twirling the fur of a stuffed rabbit around my index finger. Yoongi pulled up at a red light, tapping the breaks lightly until his car came to a halt. He looked over at me cooly, slipping his hand over the center console and onto mine.
"I'm not getting that thing back, am I?" he chuckled, brushing his thumb over the top of my hand.
I flashed Yoongi a boxy smile. "Nope."
Yoongi shook his head with a smile, turning his gaze back to the road and hitting the gas. He maneuvered his way slowly through the streets of Yeonje-gu, not in much of a rush to get back to Jimin's apartment. We were only about five minutes away, so rushing seemed rather pointless. Yoongi's hand tightened around mine, and I looked up at him.
"You okay?" I drawled. "You've been a little bit off since we left your place."
"I just feel a bit weird about leaving you at their apartment."
"Oppa, I've been living there a month already. I know Taehyung and Jungkook aren't exactly the nicest people in the world, but-"
"No. No, it's not that."
Yoongi furrowed his brow, and I began to grow nervous. Slowly, he pulled in the parking lot belonging to the building I was staying in, shutting the car off. He leaned back against the headrest of his seat, shutting his eyes with a sigh.
"Yoongi?" I mumbled warily. "What's wrong?"
"You know when you get that gut feeling that something's not right? And you wanna figure out what the hell's wrong but you don't know how?"
I nodded hesitantly.
"I don't think I should leave you here."
"Yoongi, you're just stressed," I insisted. "Even if something were to happen, there are three other people in the apartment."
"That's three more people that would end up getting hurt."
I sighed heavily, leaning my head against Yoongi's shoulder. "How about this? How about after you drive up to Seoul for a little while and come back to Busan, you pick me up and I can stay with you for a little while? Would that make you feel better?"
I listened carefully as Yoongi rumbled deep in the back of his throat. I threaded my fingers through his and shut my eyes, waiting for a reply.
"How long would you stay with me?"
"As long as you want. But, I can't ignore Jimin completely."
Yoongi chuckled, unbuckling his seat belt and stepping out of the car. I opened the passenger door, clicking a button to lock the doors shut behind us. Hugging the stuffed bunny close to my chest, I waddled up the sidewalk to Yoongi's side, reaching out to pull his hoodie over his head.
"Hey!" he grumbled, pulling my hoodie down over my eyes.
I laughed warmly, stumbling forward to wrap my arms around his neck. Yoongi wrapped an arm around my waist and we steadily made our way up to the sixth floor. I patted the front pocket of my sweatshirt, realizing that I'd forgotten my key to the apartment on the kitchen counter.
"Dang it," I mumbled irritably, Yoongi laughing at my choice of words. He knew I didn't curse while I felt the need to be in little space, yet it still brought a smile to his face.
"Yoongi!" I whined. "I don't have my key."
Yoongi shook his head, taking a step forward to push the apartment's door open. I stared at him, dumbfounded, and he chuckled. "It's come to my knowledge that those three never lock the door." He made his way over the threshold and into the living room, and I followed in behind him.
A guttural moan worked its way from the first of the two bedrooms and I stopped in my tracks. Yoongi glared down the hallway, his brow furrowed, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.
"Don't mind them."
Taehyung sat up from his spot on the main couch, chuckling and running a hand through his dark wavy hair. He walked out into the hallway, planting a kiss on Yoongi's forehead. "Jungkook felt the need to...become a daddy for a moment," he notified calmly, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
Another moan sounded from the first bedroom. "Fuck!" Jimin cried.
I stared at the ground uncomfortably, my gaze not focused on anything, just...there. Someone stepped up in front of me with a deep, husky chuckle and I froze up, too confused to make eye contact. I didn't like discussing, hearing, or seeing anything sexual while in little space. It always stole the words from out of my lungs and made me freeze up.
"You okay, kid?" Taehyung rumbled, bending down to look up at my face.
"She's fine," Yoongi chuckled, pulling me against him. "She gets uncomfortable around sexual things when she's in little space."
"She's a little?" Taehyung asked, surprised.
"MIN YOONGI!" I growled, shoving against his chest.
I hadn't told anyone that lived in the apartment that I was a little. It had slipped out during a conversation with Jimin, but I didn't think he'd noticed. Yoongi shut his eyes tight in embarrassment, chuckling apologetically.
"You didn't tell them yet," he drawled. "Sorry, sorry."
"You're a little, Yumin?" Taehyung pondered, turning me to face him.
I scrunched my nose defensively, holding the bunny closer to my chest. "Yeah. So what?"
Taehyung chuckled warmly before bending down and picking me up at the waist. I shrieked in surprise before bursting into a fit of giggles as he walked around into the living room and sat me down on the couch. When he backed away I smacked him with the bunny before pulling it protectively against my chest. Taehyung smiled warmly at me and I felt myself melt under his gaze. His smile was intoxicating, much better to look at than his toothy snarl. Yoongi squeezed in beside me, draping his arm around my shoulders. He said something to Taehyung, resulting in the younger man squinting his eyes against a laugh. He sat down near the end of the main couch, clasping his hands in his lap and leaning forward.
I couldn't look away from him; seeing him in a more friendly and soothing light made me begin to like him even more as a person. He was protective, friendly, caring, sweet, cute, and handsome all wrapped into one, and for a brief minute, I began to wonder how the three other men handled themselves around him. A small smile adorned my face and I looked down at the bunny in my lap shyly, desperately trying to distract myself from thoughts of Taehyung.
Why're you ignoring him? It would be fine if you hooked up with him. That's part of the polygamy-
I sat upright in my seat, my eyes growing wide as I fully comprehended my thoughts. Yoongi and Taehyung were emersed in a conversation with each other, too distracted to notice my change of behavior. Quietly, I shifted in my seat, curling my legs against my chest and resting the bunny's head on the knees. I ran my fingers through its fur distractedly, staring at the floor so that I wouldn't have to see Taehyung.
Nari and Yeontan began huffing and barking in short quips from down the hall, trotting out into the living room as the smell of visitors wafted through the apartment. Yeontan pushed himself up onto the couch beside Taehyung; he pulled the small dog onto his lap with a boxy smile before continuing his conversation.
Nari wandering over to me, placing a front paw on the couch cushion and looking up at me as if asking if she could sit beside me. I reached down and stroked her paw before patting the spot beside me. She hopped up, jerkily lowering herself to her belly and resting her head on her large paws. Gently, I ran my fingers up and down her head and neck, my eyelids beginning to grow heavy at how relaxed I began to feel.
Footsteps sounded from down the hall and the three of us in the living room turned our heads towards it. Jimin stumbled sorely out into the hallway, leaning against the wall as he drug a hand across his face. When he opened his eyes and saw three sets of eyes peering back at him, a deep blush flared across his cheeks and nose.
"Uh-"
"Fuck, baby boy." Jungkook shuffled up behind his hyung, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing a kiss against his neck. Jimin flushed a dark red, hiding his face behind his hands. Jungkook watched him worriedly before flicking his gaze out into the living room. His ears and cheeks immediately flared a bright pink.
"Shit."
Yoongi and Taehyung burst into a fit of laughter and coughing while I simply grinned at the couple the hallway. Jimin looked over at me, his face bright red, quickly lowering his hands to cover his naked torso. I chuckled softly and looked away, numbly running a hand over the faded hickey he'd left on the left side of my neck. Yoongi had left one on my collarbone, but luckily my hair and his large hoodie hid it from plain view.
"You guys are so fucking loud," Taehyung commented, turning and resting his shoulder against the back of the couch. He watched his two boyfriends with a smirk, calmly running his teeth along his bottom lip. "You do know that I'm still in the apartment every time you fuck, right?"
"Swear," I grumbled, and Taehyung looked over at me.
"Don't swear, Tae," Yoongi spoke quietly, but even so, the others still heard.
Taehyung nodded calmly, looking over at me with his lips turned up. Jimin cocked his head to the side, trying to catch my gaze, but I refused to look at him until he and Jungkook put their shirts back on.
"Go put some clothes on you weirdos," Yoongi chuckled, waving his hand in their direction.
"Actually, we were about to shower-" Jungkook started.
"Not together," Yoongi chortled almost daringly, draping his arm across the back of the couch and eyeing the young pair.
Jungkook lifted an eyebrow cockily, removing his arms from around his hyung's waist. Yoongi eyed him calmly and without complaint, Jungkook walked into the bathroom near the balcony's sliding glass door and started the shower. Jimin stood quietly by the bedroom door, his face still flushed from both embarrassment and satisfaction. I watched him affectionately, and when his gaze found mine, I extended my arms like a toddler, making grabbing motions in his direction. He grinned widely at me, his arms still covering his bare torso. Jimin placidly made his way into the living room, coming around near the fold-out couch to sit to my left. Nari huffed irritably as Jimin's weight made the couch sink near her rear, flattening her ears and squeezing past him to sit near the end of the couch. Jimin shook his head at the dog before sliding up next to me, careful to keep a small amount of distance between me and his sweaty, bare form.
"I see you had fun while I was out," I teased, poking his bicep.
"Uh-" Jimin tittered nervously, running his hand over the nape of his neck. "I guess you could say that."
Taehyung snorted from across the couch and we turned to look at him. "Aw, look. A girl's making Jimin-ssi shy. Never thought that would happen to you, huh, hyung?"
Jimin gave the younger man a long look, his nervous energy faltering for only a second. Unbothered, he ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the couch and stretching his legs out across the floor. I watched him secretly through the corner of my eye, too uncomfortable to look at him fully, but still wanted to catch a glimpse of his body.
He gradually extended his arms across his legs, a small tattoo of a '13' flashing quickly along his left wrist. His midsection shuddered with each breath, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he chewed absent-mindedly on his bottom lip. His arms obscured the two tattoos along his abdomen: a vertical row of Japanese characters along the left side of his torso, and a horizontal tattoo underneath his right breast that displayed the word '𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫'. They seemed simple enough but oddly intricate at the same time. I wondered what the meaning behind each tattoo was, but figured I'd find out later.
"You're only staying for a bit, Yoongi?" Taehyung's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I quickly focused my attention on something else.
Yoongi nodded slowly, glancing over at me before saying, "I'll be back in town around eight."
"Promise you'll stop by when you come back?"
Yoongi nodded, leaning over across the couch to press a kiss against the youngers lips. I smiled at the pair, feeling like a kid watching her parents falling in love with each other all over again. The only difference was I was grown, Taehyung and Yoongi weren't my parents, and my own parents had split up before I was born. I shook those thoughts irritably from my head, pulling the stuffed bunny Yoongi had given me closer to my chest.
"Where'd you get this thing?" Jimin chirped, leaning over to tug at the stuffed animal's long, pink ear.
"Yoongi oppa," I muttered hesitantly, my cheeks flushing a dark red. I didn't know how to tell Jimin I was a little yet, and if I did tell him, I didn't know how he'd react. Taehyung's reaction had been unexpected, but fair; happy and caring, not judging like Yura. His reaction told me that I could trust him, at least with that.
"It's cute. You're cute when you're in little space."
I flinched, watching Jimin cautiously. "You know?"
"You sort of told me already. It kinda just...slipped out."
I visibly shrunk in on myself, pouting. I wanted to tell them I was a little, but only when I felt comfortable enough to do so. Yoongi had already dropped the ball to Taehyung accidentally, and my dumbass had let it slip out to Jimin. I was too trusting; I should've thought about what I was saying before I let the words fall from my mouth.
Jimin pressed a gentle kiss on my temple. "Are you scared that I know?"
I nodded, hugging the pink stuffed bunny against my torso tightly. Jimin smiled at me fondly, nuzzling his head against mine. Without hesitation, I leaned into him, tucking my head against his neck comfortably. I felt his arm slip back against the couch behind me, his hand gripping the side of my waist farthest from him.
"Don't be," he murmured. "I think it's really cute."
"Liar," I muttered, a bit of humor lacing my tone.
"I'm not a liar," he chuckled.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire," I sang, smacking him lightly in the face with the bunny.
Jimin tittered warmly, hooking his chin over my head to pull me closer. I felt his hand slip down across my stomach, holding me gently against him. After a moment, it felt like his hand wasn't even there anymore.
"I should probably go," Yoongi yawned, pulling his hoodie off of his head.
"Already?" I whined, draping my legs across Yoongi's lap to keep him seated.
He smiled at me softly, lifting my legs and placing them on the couch. He stood up, bending down to peck me and Jimin on the lips. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"A whole day isn't just a couple of hours, hyung," Jimin grumbled, glaring up at Yoongi.
Yoongi shrugged. "I've got an album to release. I'll be around more often once it's publicly announced."
"You better be," Taehyung chortled softly, pushing himself off the couch with Yeontan in his arms. He wrapped a free arm delicately around Yoongi's waist, pulling his hyung in for a hug.
Soon, Yoongi exited the apartment, his parting words only for one of us to tell Jungkook that he loved him and said goodbye. Taehyung settled back on the couch beside Jimin, forcing Nari further down the couch with a bark. My gaze bounced around continuously from Taehyung to Yeontan, to the TV to Jimin's torso, my head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Finally, I'd had enough. "I'm uncomfortable!" I blurted. Jimin jerked away from me, glaring down at me as if I'd just slapped him. Taehyung leaned forward, holding in a sudden burst of laughter.
"That...that was the most straight forward thing I've ever heard someone say," he grinned over at me, hugging Yeontan close to his chest.
"Well, I am!" I whined. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do; I don't know how to react to you guys being nice to me about being a little, I can't stop thinking about Taehyung, and Jimin's v-line is distracting me!"
I was well aware that I was fretting like a five-year-old, but at this point, I didn't give a shit. Taehyung watched me carefully, his boxy smile taking up half of his sharp-featured face. Jimin chuckled to himself, squeezing the bridge of his nose while unwrapping his arm from behind my back.
"Why're you looking at my v-line, huh?" Jimin smirked, dragging his hands cooly across his lap to his knees.
"It's kind of hard not too," I confessed. "It's blinding!"
Jimin smiled down at me, pulling at the fabric of my leggings to bring my leg across his lap. His hand moved up to grab my waist and pull me flush against his chest, my hips straddling his. I looked down at him, alarmed, clutching the stuffed bunny close to my chest.
"Kinda wish you weren't in little space right now," he commented, lifting an eyebrow at me cockily.
I hit him against the chest with the bunny, narrowing my eyes at him as a warning that even in little space, I didn't tolerate bullshit. To my right, Taehyung coughed abruptly, and I turned to him.
"What?" I questioned.
He frowned up at me, raising an eyebrow as he looked me up and down. "You can't stop thinking about me?"
"Stopppp!" I went to fall backward, but Jimin's arms wrapped securely around me, forcing me to stay seated on top of his lap. With not much of a choice, I leaned forward and hid my face against his neck, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. In little space, I often blurted things without meaning too, and I always felt stupid afterward. I heard Taehyung laugh in his deep, husky tone. It sent a shiver down my spine and I felt Jimin's arms tighten around me.
"Ok, ok, I'll pretend like you didn't say that," Taehyung chuckled. "Maybe."
I sighed irritably against Jimin's shoulder, my shoulders growing tense with frustration and embarrassment. All the while, I couldn't stop thinking about Taehyung. His cheeky smile was burned into my brain and it made my stomach feel weird. I simply sat, contemplating the emotions that swirled around my head like a swarm of hornets, irritably buzzing about my mind. I felt like I was only growing fonder of the men I lived with simply because I was searching for an escape from Yura. It made me feel guilty. But, another side of me thought otherwise; that I was growing fonder of those men because I was developing feelings for them. It was possible to love multiple people romantically and want them sexually; I'd felt that was with Yoongi whilst still engaged to Yura, but I still felt guilty about it.
My thoughts drifted back to the prior night with Yoongi, curled up against him, breathless and satisfied as we slowly drifted to sleep beside each other. The way he held me while I panicked from my night terror. I'd loved him during every bit of it, yet in the back of my mind, I knew my heart also beat for someone else. And Yoongi knew it too, even though we'd agreed I wasn't doing anything wrong.
So, why did I feel so goddamn guilty?
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I stumbled out of my room listlessly, having changed into a new set of clothes since coming home from shopping with my three roommates. Taehyung and Jimin argued with each other in the kitchen about what to prepare for dinner, the clock closing in on 7:40 pm. Jungkook was seated quietly at the dining room table, his gaze locked onto the city-scape of Yeonje-gu down below, the lights of homes and businesses flicking on as the day grew out.
Without comment, I sat down opposite of Jungkoook, my back to the kitchen. He turned to me slowly, eyeing me without a word, his eyes dull and emotionless. I ignored the look he gave me; something about Jungkook didn't feel right, and I refused to involve myself with him in any way. I focused my attention on my phone, numbly scrolling through my camera roll and deleting unwanted photos. Taehyung and Jimin's arguing soon became just background noise, my thoughts clear of everything other than the fact that my stuffed bunny was seated awkwardly on my lap. I adjusting the stuffed animal against my legs to where he looked more comfortable; in the back of my mind, I knew I looked ridiculous, but at the moment I could've cared less.
A knock sounded at the front door, and my heart jumped with joy at the thought of Yoongi returning from Seoul.
"Can someone get that?" Jimin barked, beginning to argue with Taehyung about the brand of rice he'd chosen from the market.
"I'll get it." I got up from my seat, holding my bunny close to my midsection as I trotted happily to the door. I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and opened it quickly, gleefully awaiting a hug from Yoongi. But, when the door opened, my heart dropped, the breath in my lungs completely vanishing.
Yura stood at the door, a small box-shaped item clasped in his right hand. A frightened whimper forced its way past my lips as Yura stepped over the threshold, slamming the door shut behind him. He took a step towards me, forcing me back down the hall and into the light of the kitchen.
"Yumin, who is it-" Taehyung abruptly stopped his sentence, staring at Yura with a mix of confusion and fear.
Jungkook stepped out into the kitchen, his eyes widening in shock before immediately growing hard. "What the fuck are you doing here!?" he shouted. "How do you know where we fucking live!?"
Jimin stepped out past the kitchen island and up next to Jungkook. "Jungkook, who is-"
"Yura?" I mewled, taking another step away from him. In the light of the kitchen, I could see he had a taser in his grasp, his knuckles white as they clamped down over the small object.
Yura chuckled sickly, his mask hiding the maniacal grin I knew he was wearing. "Poor, poor Yumin. Thought you could run away from daddy, huh, princess? Think again." He took a step closer to me. I tried to move away, but my feet were glued to the floor, my fingers clutching desperately at the small animal in my grasp. "You're coming home with me, Yumin. Now!"
"N-no," I stammered. "No, I'm n-not."
"Are you...disobeying me?" Yura shook his head. "You stupid, stupid little bitch!"
He lunged forward, too quick for me to move out of the way. He pulled one of my wrists outwards, baring my mid-section before he jammed the taser against my skin. I cried out helplessly, feeling my knees buckle beneath me. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, searing heat spreading through my entire body.
"YUMIN-AH!" Jimin cried out.
Before anyone could even move a muscle, Yura's hands were around my throat. He lifted me off the ground like I was nothing. I could feel the bunny Yoongi had given me slip through my fingers and onto the floor as Yura shoved me backward. My head banged against the island's granite countertop, the impact making my whole head cold and fuzzy. I slid to the floor, Taehyung running to my side as blood trickled from a gash on my parietal. My vision seemed to multiply, my whole body running rigid before going completely slack.
"Yumin, you're gonna be okay," Taehyung fretted, clamping his hand down on the back of my head. "You're gonna be fine."
Jimin raced down the hallway, disappearing from view as Jungkook landed a blow on the side of Yura's head. Yura dropped the taser, the small object clattering along the hardwood floor. Jimin ran back into the room, Yeontan and Nari following behind them with snarls pulling at their lips. Jungkook and Yura struggled in the hallway for a moment before Jungkook slammed him against the wall near the dining table, knocking the wind out of Yura's lungs. Yura groaned loudly, digging his nails into Jungkook's forearm. Jungkook forced his arms down to his sides, harshly pinning his wrists against the wall. He pressed his body firmly over Yura's, forcing him to remain still.
With a shuddering breath, Jimin lifted a gun from his side, aiming it straight at Yura. "Hyung," Taehyung whimpered, pulling me against his chest. It felt like I was listening to everything from underwater. I was beginning to find it hard to keep my eyes open.
"Y-Yura," Jimin stammered nervously. "I really don't want to use this."
"You won't!" Yura shot. "You and your gay little bunch of fuck-toys are too damn weak to pull a trigger."
Jungkook shoved into Yura aggressively as a warning, resulting in the young man groaning with agitation. Jimin inhaled sharply, gripping the gun tighter.
"If you leave now," Jimin growled, "I won't hurt you. I won't call the authorities. But, if you do anything fucking stupid, or ever come back here again...I won't hesitate to shoot you."
Yura watched the young brunet carefully, his breathing hitched and ragged. Jungkook released his wrists, keeping his body close to Yura's to hinder him in his place. Min Yura eyed him warily before side-stepping out into the hallway. Jungkook watched him heatedly, a snarl crinkling the features of his pretty face. I forced my eyes to remain open, clutching my stomach desperately as the pain ceased to go away. A weak moan escaped my lips as I curled my head against Taehyung's legs, watching as Yura gave me one last look.
"Fucking pathetic," he muttered, narrowing his eyes at me before fleeing the apartment.
Jimin took a shuddering breath before lowering the gun, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Taehyung looked up at him wearily, clutching my body against his. I could feel a bit of blood matt the hair on the back of my head, but I was too discombobulated to focus on much of anything.
"Jimin," he whimpered. "Jimin we need to get her to a hospital. Now."
Jimin inhaled heavily, turning to me with tears brimming in his eyes. He nodded, shoving the gun in the waistband of his sweats and making his way hurriedly to the door. Jungkook helped Taehyung lift me into his arms, my limbs limp and dangling over the edge of his embrace. The three men pushed past the ruffled dogs that continuously yipped and growled within the kitchen and hallway, forcing their way out into the cold night air. I leaned my head heavily against Taehyung's shoulder, listening as he whispered reassuring words in my ear before everything went black.
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😗...welp...that was angsty wasn't it....? 😁 Have fun angels. I'm going to bed.