CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MINOR EXPLICIT CONTENT, SLIGHT CNC, ANGST, & MINOR FLUFF
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It was almost 1 AM, my back aching from unpacking the few boxes that I could claim as mine. The others had disappeared into their rooms, lined up down the long hallway, from mine to Jimin's, to Taehyung's, then Jungkook's, Yoongi's on the opposite side of the hall in between two empty rooms. I'd questioned who stayed in those, and he claimed his only hyung, Seokjin, slept to his left, another man named Hoseok to his right, and someone named Namjoon to the right of Hoseok's room. I made sure to remember this information for when they came home so that I would make sure not to disturb them when searching for the others.
Jimin had driven with Kiana to return the U-Haul's before dark, taking the brunette a few miles from our house to hers, where she had spent the rest of the night unpacking. I wanted to text Kiana to check up on her but didn't want to wake her if she'd fallen asleep. Knowing her, she had probably crashed unpacking something in her room.
Slowly, I wandered down the dark hallway, pausing in front of Jimin's room. I missed the blonde; having slept in his room for several months, the sudden change in sleeping arrangements making me long to have him in my arms. I offered a quiet knock on his bedroom door, awaiting the twist of the knob as he peered out at me through the darkness. But, he never came. Tapping my foot on the hardwood floor, I knocked again, hoping that if he was asleep, I wouldn't wake him and make him irate. But, it was Jimin; he would never get mad at me for simply wanting to be close to him. Instead of knocking a third time, I pushed my way inside his bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind me.
It took a moment for my eyes to focus on the furniture around me, barely any light illuminating Jimin's room. I stumbled about in the darkness over to his bed, tucked away in the far right corner of the room. I could barely see the outline of the sleeping blonde beneath his covers, his sides rising and falling steadily as he exhaled slowly. Hesitantly, I slipped beneath the covers beside him, resting my head stiffly against his pillows. Jimin groaned under his breath, making my spine freeze up anxiously. I didn't want to wake the blonde, the possibility of him being agitated upon being disturbed too much to risk. I curled up close against his back, careful to keep a few inches between us as I tried to get comfortable. The silence of the new house seemed to make the others feel comfortable as if it was completely normal to them. But, the newness of the house made me nervous and frightened about what lay around every corner. Every creak and groan of the settling structure set sparks of fear alight in my stomach.
I turned over on my back, staring up through the darkness at the ceiling. Sniffling, I tried to calm my anxious thoughts as they tumbled about my head, images of Yura and pitch-black hallways settling in the corners of my brain.
What happened if Yura found out where we were staying? What happened if he came here and hurt the others to get to me?
A whimper worked its way from my throat at the possibility; I fidgeted under the covers as I tried to force myself to fall asleep. My thoughts were too active, every possible occurrence flitting in and out of reach in my head as I shut my eyes tightly. How did I let myself get wrapped up with such a dangerous man? My life would've been so much easier if he had never entered it.
"Yumin?" Jimin's husky voice floated out of the darkness behind me, making me flinch. I exhaled shakily, preparing to hop out of his bed and wander back to my room when his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. I whimpered under my breath, turning around and cuddling against his toned body, his fingers dancing against the exposed skin of my thigh beneath the covers.
"S-sorry I woke you," I murmured, brushing my hand over the blonde's bare stomach. Jimin hummed under his breath, indicating that it was fine. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against my forehead. I settled comfortably against him, letting his lips trail down the side of my face and along my throat. Whimpering beneath his touch, I tilted my head back, forcing my exhaustion aside to let him explore my skin.
"What's wrong, Yumin?" he mumbled, sucking gently on the skin around my collar. I moaned softly, reaching up to thread my fingers through his silky hair.
"N-Nothing. I'm fine."
"So, you didn't have a reason for coming into my room at 1 o'clock in the morning?"
I chuckled. "I missed sleeping with you."
Jimin lifted his head, his lips brushing against mine in the darkness. I pulled him closer to me, savoring his nearness and the taste of his mouth. My hands tugged listlessly at his silken hair, eliciting a groan from his throat. I didn't realize how much I missed being wrapped up in Jimin's arms, having his lips casually exploring my skin. After everything that had happened yesterday after we left our apartment, being beneath the blonde, his hands gently gripping my waist, I felt loved and protected. A pliant moan slipped past my lips as Jimin sucked a hickey against my throat, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as waves of pleasure rolled over me.
"You missed sleeping with me?" Jimin chuckled, his hand brushing up against my ribs.
"Yeah," I whimpered, reaching up to grab his face. I pressed out lips back together, simpering as Jimin grabbed my hips, rolling on top of me and pinning me against the bed with his body. "I missed kissing you. I missed holding you. I miss you marking me as yours," I ranted in a hushed tone, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. "I miss telling you I love you every night before bed. I just wanted to sleep next to you one last time, baby."
"Angel," Jimin cooed, locking our lips together in a passionate kiss. I groaned softly beneath him, running my hands along his abs and across the span of his toned chest. I threaded my fingers through his hair, excitement sparking in my abdomen as his lips trailed down my jaw, slowly working his way down my neck and chest to my stomach. His lips were feather-light against my skin, teasing another moan from my throat as I arched my back away from the mattress. "You can come sleep with me whenever you want, baby," he murmured against my skin. One second, his voice was soft and distant near my hips, the next, deep and throaty beside my ear. "Such a good girl," he purred. He knew I loved it when he called me that, his voice slow and rumbling deep within his chest. "So good for me."
I nodded, keeping my head tilted back against his pillows. At that moment I wished Jimin and I shared a bed. I wanted to wake up beside the blonde each morning, have his arms wrapped around my waist. I wanted nothing to be between us, not even the sheets, our lips tangled together the moment we woke up. I whimpered pliantly under my breath, Jimin's kisses marking my neck. I wanted people to know that I belonged to him. That I wasn't some plaything that anyone could pick off the street for the night.
"Jimin," I moaned, long and slow. He groaned needily under his breath, his hands working slowly at the hem of my sweatshirt. I expected the blonde to be sluggish and grumpy from a long day of driving and unpacking, yet his hands continued to brush against my skin without any hesitation. His touch sent butterflies alight in my stomach, my thighs pressed together in anticipation as our lips connected again.
"Ang-"
A knock sounded at his bedroom door, Jimin slowly pulling away and gazing out into the darkness. Slowly, the door scraped open against the carpeted floor, a small figure bundled in loose clothing waddling over the threshold and shutting himself inside. A shiver worked its way up my spine, Jimin's hand sliding down the pane of my stomach to keep me still.
"Jiminie?"
Yoongi's groggy voice called out from the darkness, his feet scuffling against the floor as he made his way closer to the bed. I felt a smile break out across my face, trying to find the brunet's eyes in the darkness with no luck.
"Hyung?" Jimin spoke softly, gently twirling the fabric of my sweatshirt.
"Yoongi?" I mumbled, pressing my back against Jimin's chest. The blonde leaned forward to wrap his arm around my waist, tucking my head beneath his chin with a sigh. We waited as Yoongi stumbled further into the room, his lower body illuminated by the moonlight filtering in through Jimin's window.
"Angel. I-I didn't know you were in here. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"You're not interrupting, hyung," Jimin breathed, settling comfortably against his pillows. "You alright?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm..." The brunet trailed off, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black shorts, swaying back and forth on his heels. "I... It's nothing. I-I'm just gonna go back to my room."
"Yoongi," I murmured softly. Something was troubling the older boy, but he was embarrassed to say it. I wondered if it had anything to do with my being in the room, Yoongi having wandered into Jimin's bedroom expecting just the blonde. "I can leave if you want?"
"No, no. I... I just wanted to sleep next to someone tonight. Tae and Koo are together, and-"
"Are you lonely, hyung?" Jimin asked softly. In the darkness, we could sense the brunet nodding slowly, his hands fisting the insides of his shorts as he waited. Jimin pulled the sheets from off of our legs, a wordless invitation for Yoongi to clamber into bed beside us. After a moment's hesitation, he padded up to the edge of the bed, stretching over us to settle back against the wall. Jimin simpered silently, rolling over to bring his hyung closer. The blonde straddled Yoongi's hips, the brunet's eyes widening in shock as he connected their lips in a slow, passionate kiss. A rosy hue blossomed along his cheeks as he reached up, grabbing at Jimin's face gently to deepen the kiss.
The sight of them together, so loving and carefree, made me feel left out in the room. A feeling blossomed in my stomach, something worse than the feeling of being the third wheel. Yoongi and Jimin had no doubt between them; full trust with nothing hidden and nothing to break their bond. I wanted that. I wanted to trust them completely with my heart; give it to them for safe-keeping. I wanted to be wrapped up in their arms without a care in the world. And yet life had doused me in a bucket of insecurities and dangers that could potentially tear us apart, and I didn't want that to happen.
I flipped over onto my side, back to the cuddling couple as I settled down to go to sleep. My heart thundered in my chest with jealously, and I felt awful for feeling so negatively towards the others. I wanted them to be happy in life, but I too wanted that kind of happiness.
"Baby," Jimin breathed. At first, I thought he was addressing Yoongi until I felt his hand grip my side, his fingers gently digging into my skin. He tried tugging me closer, but I stayed put, curling in on myself with a groan. Jimin sighed behind me, shifting from off of Yoongi's lap to hover above me. He placed his muscled forearms on either side of my head, forcing me to look up at him. Our eyes locked and held together, the blonde's brow raised in humorous question.
"Don't get all sulky on me now. You were confessing your love for me just a few minutes ago."
I groaned loudly, burying my face into my pillow as I felt a blush creep up my neck. Jimin chuckled at my reaction, leaning down to press a kiss against my flushed cheek. "Come cuddle, angel," he murmured against my skin, his voice silky and warm in my ear.
I stayed quiet for a minute, wondering if I should hole myself up for the night and let my insecurities take over. The idea was strangely comforting, being isolated in a bubble of anxiety and silence that made me feel almost numb. But, the boy above me seemed like he wasn't going to like that idea if I continued sulking. "Can I be in the middle?" I spoke softly into my pillow, hoping the cushion would mute my words and force the blonde from on top of me. Instead, Jimin knelt behind me, tucking his hands beneath my neck and behind my knees and hauling me off the mattress. I yelped at suddenly being lifted, Jimin tossing me gently between him and Yoongi and leaning forward. His body covered mine, my legs wrapping around his waist to hold him close. His lips pressed roughly against mine, forcing a moan from my throat.
"You wanna be in the middle, huh?" Jimin chuckled. I flushed a dark red as a reaction to the words he uttered so huskily, his voice teasing me in the back of my mind. From beside us, Yoongi hummed softly. I felt his hand slide between Jimin's and my stomach, fisting my sweatshirt.
"Calm down, Minnie," he chuckled sleepily, turning over on his side. Jimin simply smiled, allowing me to roll out from beneath him. I latched onto Yoongi, cuddling against his chest. The brunette wrapped an arm around my waist, pressing feather-light kisses against my head. Jimin settled behind me, snuggling against my back as he made to fall asleep. Unsurprisingly, having both of their arms wrapped protectively around my body made me feel somewhat dirty. I had never fallen asleep beside two men before, and if anyone else saw us, I had an idea of what they'd have to say about it. Yet, the more sensible part of me began to block out those thoughts. I shouldn't care what other people thought of me. If I was happy - if they were happy - that was all that mattered.
Giggling quietly, I draped a leg over Yoongi's bare thigh, pulling the brunette ever closer as I wiggled my hips back against Jimin's. The blonde held onto me tightly, chuckling against my neck. I felt his lips connect to the span of skin visible below my hair, simpering at the feeling of him so casually displaying affection. I never wanted him to stop; it made me happy, but I needed to stop overthinking before I could fully be content.
"Good night, angel," Jimin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. I heard Yoongi smile in the darkness, his lips parting close to my ear as his hand grazed over the blonde's forearm. A burst of warmth shot through my stomach, making its way down my limbs all the way to my toes. After what felt likes several minutes of our mingled breathing, I finally felt myself drift off to sleep, a listless smile adorning my face as I held on tightly to the men beside me.
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Jimin felt his mind awaken even before the feeling could seep back into his limbs. With an agitated groan, the blonde tightened his hold around Yumin's waist, snuggling closer against her backside as he tried to fall back asleep. He didn't want to get up, he didn't even want to move. Jimin just wished he could lay in bed and cuddle his partners all day long. The thought immediately put a dozy grin on his beautiful face, his cheeks flushed in the early morning light. Warmth flooded the blonde's body, his limbs becoming fluid as he stretched out his legs, feet brushing against Yumin's. The brunette whimpered under her breath, leaning into his touch as she fisted the front of Yoongi's shirt.
Yoongi lay on his back, one hand draped over his stomach, fingers twitching as if he wanted to lace them through Yumin's, even in his sleep. The other arm was flung over his face, shielding his eyes from the sunlight that filtered in through the blinds near the bed. Jimin's eyes fluttered open, tiny slits against his face as he watched Yumin and Yoongi sleep peacefully beside him.
Each had wandered into his room, expecting him soundless and asleep in his bed, in search of comfort in his arms. Both wanted the feeling of sleeping beside someone, Yumin having slept in the same room, and sometimes the same bed, as him, Yoongi having slept alone for more than two years.
Jimin reached out, his torso pressing against Yumin's back, to brush his hand along Yoongi's, wanting to thread their fingers together and never let go. Beneath him, Yumin whimpered yet again, curling in on herself as she tugged at the front of Yoongi's shirt. Jimin watched the brunette quietly, at first thinking he had woken her. But, after waiting silently for a few seconds, he knew she was still sound asleep, her body fidgeting before him. A soft moan slipped past her plump lips, sending both a bolt of warmth and a cold streak of anxiety through Jimin's stomach.
"Yumin?" the blonde whispered close to her ear. He pulled his hand back down against the front of her stomach, rubbing gently as he pondered if she was waking, or having a night terror. A night terror, Jimin thought, panic coursing through his veins. He had only ever helped Yumin with a panic attack, and a rather small one at that. He'd never experienced her coming out of a night terror before, Yoongi and Jungkook being the only ones out of the four to ever deal with it. Thinking back to what Kiana had said months ago, seated at their kitchen table, Jimin tightened his hold protectively around Yumin's small waist, pressing gentle kisses along the nape of her neck to calm her down. His touch forced another moan from her lips, Yumin arching her back away from him as she tugged yet again at Yoongi's shirt. The brunet groaned under his breath, shifting onto his side to face the others. Jimin waited for a moment to make sure neither had woken up, his gaze trailing over Yumin's small form as a shiver worked its way down her spine.
"Jimin," she whimpered almost inaudibly, a groan following after. Jimin immediately recognized the brunette's pliant, needy tone of voice, whimpers and whines falling from her lips as she bit down on her bottom lip. Yumin began to breathe heavily, panting as she buried her face against her pillow. She groaned louder than before, fisting Yoongi's shirt and pulling hard.
"Angel?" Yoongi's groggy voice snapped Jimin out of his momentary daze, dragging his gaze away from the needy brunette in his arms to his hyung.
"She's dreaming," Jimin whispered, trailing his hand down Yumin's exposed thigh beneath the covers. He teasingly dug his nails into her bruised skin, eliciting a yielding moan from her throat as she tilted her head against his shoulder. Yoongi watched them sleepily, chuckling under his breath as the brunette continued grabbing at the front of his shirt. He reached down to pull her hand from off of him, threading their fingers together. Yumin squeezed his hand tightly as she groaned Jimin's name against her pillow. Her voice sent fire shooting through the blonde's stomach, his eyes rolling momentarily into the back of his head as sinful thoughts blossomed in his mind. "She's dreaming about me."
"Yoo-Yoongi," Yumin panted, her body beginning to tremble with pleasure.
"About you, huh?" Yoongi smirked, pulling himself closer to Yumin's trembling form. He released her from his grasp, trailing his hand up her arm and neck to cup the side of her face. The brunette moaned repeatedly beneath his touch, squirming uncomfortably beneath the covers as she pressed her thighs together. Jimin could only begin to think of the things she was dreaming about, pure excitement radiating off her body. Teasing the brunette further, Jimin ran his hand across her pelvis, pulling back to grip her hip. He pressed his fingers into her skin, eliciting a pleading whine from her throat.
With a smirk, Yoongi pressed his lips against Yumin's, groaning under his breath as she instinctively reached out to grab his side, fisting his shirt in her hand as she whined against him. Jimin watched as she quickly woke from her slumber, her hands reaching out to thread through Yoongi's silky black hair. She brought him closer, pulling her knees to her stomach as she moaned with pure desire, her eyes rolling into the back of her head beneath closed lids.
"Baby," Yoongi taunted. "It's time to wake up."
"Were you dreaming about us, baby girl?" Jimin asked, lowering his voice so that it was deep and husky. He knew what drove Yumin absolutely mad, and by the way she tilted her head against the pillows, exposing her neck and fisting the bottom of her sweatshirt, he knew he'd play his cards wisely. The brunette panted needily, her chest heaving with excitement as she released a quiet whimper. Yoongi pressed teasing kisses along the side of her throat, his lips marking her skin red. To join in on the fun, Jimin slid down until he could expose Yumin's stomach, her body trembling beneath his hand as a whine slipped from her lips. Jimin brushed his lips against her skin, the brunette squirming beneath him and arching her back against his touch.
"Baby," Yumin pleaded, letting out a fractured moan as she panted loudly. She pressed her thighs together to try and contain herself, but Jimin knew she was slipping over the edge. Both his and Yoongi's teasing was too much for her, and after a while, she wouldn't be able to handle it anymore.
"You want us to fuck you, baby?" Jimin questioned hotly against her skin, sucking a small hickey against her pelvis.
Yumin groaned loudly, pressing her hips back against the mattress. "Y-Ye... Fuck." The brunette whimpered shakily, twisting her body out of their hands and burying her face against her pillow. She pulled her knees against her stomach, nails digging into the bedsheets as she hid from view. Her body still trembled, but Jimin could sense that I wasn't just from pleasure.
"Angel?" Yoongi reached out to touch Yumin's back, the brunette flinching and whimpering into her pillow. Jimin watched worriedly as her thighs began to quiver. She was trying to hide how needy she was, and he could see how much it was driving Yumin crazy to simply sit there. He wanted to help her, make her feel better, but she didn't want to be touched.
"Yumin, are you okay?" Jimin pondered nervously, tucking his hands between his legs to prevent him from gently stroking the girl's bared thigh. The sight of her so needy and whiny made him want to fuck her so badly. Jimin felt the heat rise in his cheeks, dragging his gaze away from her exposed skin and keeping it locked on her head, buried away in her pillow.
"I...I just don't wanna be touched, ok-kay?"
"...Of course, angel," he replied. "W-We're sorry."
"We were only being friendly, baby," Yoongi murmured. Jimin could tell how hard it was for his hyung to keep his hands to himself, feeling his own hands itching to touch the brunette, to stroke each span of her exposed skin. "We weren't trying to hurt you."
Yumin nodded, pulling her limbs defensively against her body. Jimin could see the tears dampening the pillow beneath her head, feeling his heart shatter at the thought of hurting his angel. They were only messing around. It was nothing new, yet Yumin seemed so unsettled when he asked her if she wanted to get fucked. Maybe he had pushed it too far by asking her that? After yesterday, he wouldn't be surprised if the brunette was still a bit rattled, and maybe the idea of being fucked made her feel somewhat sickened.
"I'm sorry, angel," he mumbled, pushing himself a few inches away from her trembling form. The brunette didn't reply, quietly crying into her pillow as she curled even further into herself. It was as if she were trying to get away from him and Yoongi, and just the thought of it made Jimin's insides turn every which way. He glanced over at Yoongi to find the brunet flushed with wide eyes, his gaze scanning over Yumin's trembling form before snapping up to meet his. He shifted, making to slide off the bed as he shook his head fretfully, mist glossing over his once warm gaze.
All the while, as he followed his hyung off the bed, eyes locked on the girl's pitiful form tangled in his sheets, Jimin couldn't help but think that he fucked up so, so badly.
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I know I said I would try and update regularly, but I'm having a little trouble in doing so, so please be patient with me. I'm aware I usually post on Wednesday's but I just wanted to offer something up during the weekend before I start classes again. :) I hope you enjoy. I'll be sure to post something this Wednesday for you guys.