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In these series I'll write about anything fluffy or mild smutty :)

first chapter will be TaeJin, and eh...request?

I want to coo over what I'm writing so be soft :(

I can do angst if I'm in the mood, but it's not totally my thing -cough- even if I do it from time to time.

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I don't really know if it's fluff or angst, or both.

listen to that <3

Seokjin wakes up to a crashing sound in the middle of the night. He wouldn’t have thought big of it, if it actually didn’t happen in his own backyard. He doesn’t want his flowers to suffer unnecessary shocks. He stands up from his bed, making his way to the back of his house. He was expecting all kind of things, but not that.

At first, there’s a blinding light coming from an unknown source, and when his tired eyes get used to the attacking brightness, he can see, or at least guess a silhouette, looking human. He must be dreaming, there’s no other explanation. He still approaches, curious about what suddenly appeared in front of him. Let’s say, he’s surprised, when the silhouette comes out of its bright surrounding. It’s a man.

With that information in mind, Seokjin thinks about calling the police, but then he’d have quite a hard time explaining how someone literally fell from the sky. And he’s not up for that kind of discussion right now. It’s late.

“Hum, not to make you angry…but that’s my house.”

Seokjin doesn’t really know how to start a conversation with the…person? Silhouette sounds better. He still doesn’t see his features enough to tell if he suddenly is visited by aliens, or if it’s just someone who jumped from an airplane. It’s dumb. Nobody jumps from an airplane just above habitations. Or maybe yes? When he gets no answer, he starts being a bit scared. What if it’s someone who just came to hurt him.

“I’m calling the police if you don’t go.”

This time, it’s for the silhouette to approach and finally reveal its appearance. Yes, Seokjin was right, it’s a man. A breathtakingly beautiful man, with white hair probably made of diamond dust with how it shines, and deep blue eyes, reflecting the stars. Or it looks like it, but when Seokjin looks up, he doesn’t see any stars. The man is naked, but that’s just a detail.

“Who are you?”

The man still doesn’t answer, and Seokjin doesn’t know if he needs to be afraid or not, because the stranger looks like he’s not from this planet, and he’s almost too perfect to be real. Seokjin is lost, tired, and he’s still not sure if his brain is playing tricks on him, or if what he sees is actually happening.

The creature makes one step forward, and the shift of lights make his hair shine so divinely, as if they were made of millions of shooting stars. It’s chimerical, Seokjin thinks. He is dreaming, that’s it, he’ll just go back to bed and tomorrow everything will be normal again. The man moves like he’s floating, like he’s on another frame, and just doesn’t fit his surroundings. He looks like a collage, like Seokjin would just have to take an eraser and remove the picture.

He’s surprised nobody woke up, because the sound seemed to reach miles around. He feels isolated, even if they’re two. He feels calm. The creature nears him slowly, as if trying not to scare him, and Seokjin doesn’t know if he’s thankful for that, or if he wants to take the occasion to run inside and lock every possible doors and windows.

Realizing he can’t move has his heart beating faster. He tries, really, but his feet are stuck in the ground. He must be way more scared than what he thought.

When the creature is close enough that he could touch it, it suddenly disappears, leaving Seokjin to watch the sun slowly rise. He’s confused. Maybe he did just hallucinate it all. How long did he stay here, watching nothing?

The day goes as any other day, and Seokjin forgets about his weird experience. He doesn’t have time to think about it anyway, and he doesn’t talk about it to anyone. They’d call him crazy.

The next night, there’s no crashing sound, just a bright light that wakes Seokjin up, again. This time, he pinches his skin, because he doesn’t want to actually stand up if he’s just imagining it all. It hurts. It actually is painful, and Seokjin is even more lost. He stands up, slowly heads for the light, like a butterfly drawn to it. He thought about ignoring it, but a part of him wants to know what the hell is happening. He doesn’t take any drugs, doesn’t drink, so he either has mental health problems, or this thing is as real as he must be. 

The creature is, this time, close enough that Seokjin just has to reach a hand out to touch it. He can’t call it human, because he’s never seen any human like that. When he finally lands a hand on its chest, he’s surrounded by warmness, comfortable heat flowing through his body. Like the one he feels during winter, when he seats in front of his chimney. It’s surprising but doesn’t freak him out.

“You’re not human, are you?”

He’s still met with silence, the creature just looking at him with its night sky eyes, swallowing his whole form like he’s nothing. Seokjin feels small, even if they’re approximately the same height.

The moon shines so fantastically on the man’s hair, and Seokjin wants to touch them. He does just that, slowly, looking for any shift in the thing’s expression. Nothing seems to bother it, so he dives his hand in the silvery hair, and a gasp leaves his lips at the sensation. It’s like touching silk, on putting a hand in heavy cream. It’s soft, weird, and addictive. There are no knots, no resistance. Seokjin takes his hand out, expecting anything to stay on his hand, because it felt so liquid, so strange. His hand is as dry as when he first put it in, even dryer.

“What are you?”

He ignores how long he stayed there, looking at the creature, touching it, but when the sun starts showing up, it disappears again, leaving Seokjin to think about his sanity, alone, in the middle of his backyard.

It goes nights and nights like this, where Seokjin wakes up to the sight of a light and spends the rest of his night talking to the mute creature. Never has he heard its voice. He leaves it to his imagination, moulds it deep and soft in his head. Maybe it’s not, but it’s what would suit it best.

It’s only months after their first encounter, that he finally gets to hear the creature talk. It’s exactly how he imagined it, sounds like honey dripping in his mouth, leaves a sugary taste in his throat, as he drinks the words.

“Taehyung.”

Taehyung. It’s nothing more than a name, but Seokjin takes it like a reward. He got a name, and he’s never forgetting it.

“Taehyung. What a pretty name.”

The creature, Taehyung, smiles, and it’s so blindingly alluring, and contagious, they’re soon smiling to each other. It is unreal. Seokjin is aware that nobody has ever witnessed that, and nobody should. He’d get way too jealous if it was an everyday thing for everyone.

“What are you?”

To that he gets no answer, and Taehyung disappears again. The nights are way too short.

The next night, Seokjin chooses not to sleep at all, and sits on the floor, looking at the sunset. Maybe if he waits, he’ll see how Taehyung appears in his garden. Or maybe he won’t come at all.

He has to wait until the sun disappeared completely and the moon has taken its place, shining bright, to be blinded by a flash. So, Taehyung just appears like he’s falling from the sky, and maybe he is. As he stands up, Seokjin can distinguish two weird marks on his back. He still doesn’t put clothes on, and it bizarrely never bothered Seokjin. It could still be a dream, from all he knows.

He comes closer, circling the creature until he can look at his back. He didn’t dream, he really has two deep scars scarfed in his skin. When he touches them, Taehyung actually jolts forward like he’s been stung. Seokjin is taken aback. It feels…rough. Feels like it shouldn’t be here. The menacing voice that comes from Taehyung’s throat sounds like it’s not the man talking, but something else inside of him. “Don’t touch it.” Are the three words it says.

“I could maybe treat it?”

The voice booms in his head again, intimidating, and Seokjin gives up. He’ll find a way for that, he can’t let it get infected. He’d feel too bad about it.

“Come inside, I’ll serve you something.”

Seokjin never thought about inviting Taehyung inside, it strangely never once crossed his mind. It should have, he’s a well-mannered man, but he spent the rest of those days wondering if something was wrong with him, so inviting his hallucinations didn’t seem like the best idea. Now it’s different. He doesn’t exactly now how, but he knows there’s something that changed in the past days.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything but follows Seokjin inside. When the moon doesn’t shine on him anymore, he looks like normal guy, his hair turns an ashy blond, his eyes turn blue, and he could be mistaken for any other person, if it wasn’t for the scars. They stay as deep as before, as ugly looking. Seokjin tries touching them again, but Taehyung suddenly turns around, and his hand ends up on his chest. He looks at him and sees the despair in Taehyung’s eyes.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, I just want to help.”

Taehyung simply disappears after those words, and as Seokjin looks outside, the sun is, again, coming out from behind the houses.

It takes three nights for Taehyung to finally accept the help, and five for him to finally let Seokjin touch his scars without jumping to the ceiling. They’re sitting in front of the tv in the otherwise dark room (Seokjin loves to see Taehyung’s hair sparkle), Taehyung looking at the bright screen with curious eyes, as Seokjin cleans the wound, putting ointment. He goes slow, doesn’t want to hurt the creature, doesn’t want it to suddenly disappear. He thought about giving him clothes but doesn’t even know if he’d feel comfortable enough in them. When he’s done with the application, he bandages his whole chest, to protect it from any dirt. Taehyung looks down touches the weird material and looks at Seokjin with a puzzled expression.

“It’s to help it cicatrize normally.”

Taehyung hums, and disappears. Seokjin is used to that by now, but he still feels a bit sad every time.

The following visit, Taehyung appears directly in Seokjin’s living room, and Seokjin wakes up to the sound of the tv playing. Taehyung learned how to use the remote by observing how Seokjin did it, and Seokjin can’t help and find it cute.

“Hello Taehyung, how are you?”

Taehyung nods, he’s good. He doesn’t talk much, even after a year of meetings, but Seokjin got used to it. He’s become quite good in one-sided conversations. Sometimes, Taehyung would point at something, silently asking for the name of the object, and would repeat it in a whisper, like he’s afraid that if he says it too loud, it would break.

Taehyung learns a lot from Seokjin, and Seokjin enjoys talking, telling stories, like he’s taking care of a kid. Every night, ignoring his need to sleep, he’ll teach something new to the creature, to the point where he doesn’t even bother falling asleep anymore. It’s bad for his health, but it has an addicting side to it. He gets to see Taehyung.

One night, Taehyung comes in the room, as always, but he has something creating a bump in his bandages (that Seokjin took care of changing every now and then), and Seokjin looks at it a bit perplexed. He doesn’t remember putting anything inside here, and Taehyung surely couldn’t reach behind his back. Or at least wouldn’t have any reason doing so.

“Can I take a look?”

Taehyung nods, lifting his arms so Seokjin could take the bandages away. He swallows back a gasp at what he sees. It looks like a tiny protuberance, but the most surprising thing are the feathers, tiny looking feathers that come out of this abnormality. If it can be called like that. The feathers are a ashy color, almost like Taehyung’s hair. And Seokjin finally realizes what he has met.

“You’re an angel.”

It sounds like compliment, and like pure reality. Taehyung, from day one, was a fallen angel. Seokjin wonders how he could be so dumb, not to see it. He can hear Taehyung laugh a bit, sounding relieved. Maybe he was afraid that his wings wouldn’t grow anymore. Seokjin feels the softness of the feathers and the roughness of the prominence. It’s still surrounded with that black, ugly looking matter, but it’s starting to look beautiful.

Taehyung disappears, this time with a fond smile plastered on his lips. Seokjin waves, then feels dumb for waving and laughs to himself.

Every night, the wings grow bigger and bigger, and every night, Seokjin spends hours touching them, feeling their softness. Taehyung loves it, always leans against the petting, letting tiny sighs leave his lips.

“They’re beautiful.”

They shine, when it’s dark, like his hair. He never turns on the lights when Taehyung is inside, always wants to see the amazing brightness Taehyung alone provides for the entire room. And the angel seems to appreciate the darkness.  

It takes two months for the wings to reach their normal size, and when they do, Taehyung looks way happier than what he looked the previous nights. He keeps looking at them, then at Seokjin, with that childlike smile, like Seokjin gifted him the best thing of his entire life. Seokjin must be as happy as Taehyung, watching him play with his newly formed wings, seeing him fly off the ground for a few seconds and stumble down. He needs to learn again. Seokjin is all about teaching him, if only he could fly. He just enjoys watching him try, encourage him until he finally, after weeks of falling down, manages to fly up the roof. Seokjin looks up, and if it’s not proudness he feels, he doesn’t know what that is.

“Look! I’m up here!”

“I see you. Mind coming down?”

Taehyung looks up at the sky, reaches a hand to the moon, smiling sadly.

“I want to go back.”

Seokjin shouldn’t feel his heart break, he shouldn’t be as selfish as he is right now, but he can’t help the hurt feeling creeping inside his body. He’d miss him, if he left.

“I hope you go back soon.”

The words leave his mouth like burning metal beads, and they leave an emptiness inside him that he doesn’t know how to fill. Taehyung leaving would surely mean more sleep, but Seokjin is all but ready to let him go. Taehyung comes back down, making Seokjin jump from surprise.

“Why are you crying?”

Seokjin suddenly realises he has tears running down his cheeks, and he hastily dries them with the hem of his shirt.

“Just dust that must have gone in my eyes.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but he feels it, the pain. He knows what it is, but he can’t simply stay for his whole lifetime. He needs to go back to where he came from.

Seokjin lets his tears flow freely when the angel disappears.

Taehyung flies higher and higher each passing night, and the reality of him leaving becomes more and more authentic. Seokjin knows he shouldn’t want him to stay, but he just can’t help and wish he was here a bit longer. Cruelly wish he had another accident, think about cutting his wings again. He won’t do it, because he’s not a monster, but he thinks about it.

Taehyung calls him from the top of the tallest tree around here, and he looks so astonishing, that Seokjin pains to believe it’s actually happening. His wings shine under the moon, his eyes are full of stars, literally, and there’s this halo surrounding his whole body, like he came out of the painting. Seokjin stopped breathing for a few seconds.

“The view is amazing from here, I wish you could see it.”

Seokjin nods, the view he has is pretty too, even better than any sight Taehyung must have. In the entire years, he never put clothes on, but his anatomy looks as unreal as the whole situation, so Seokjin doesn’t quite realize he’s looking at a naked man.

Taehyung disappears. Seokjin still looks up at the top of the tree, until his eyes burn with tears. Why is he crying so much? 

After a lot of training, a lot of going from high spots to high spots, Taehyung finally feels confident enough to actually go back to where he came from. Seokjin isn’t pleased by the idea and tries as much as possible to avoid the conversation. But it eventually catches up, and he’s forced to deal with it.

“I’m living tomorrow.”

Seokjin doesn’t want to hear it, doesn’t even want to see Taehyung, because he knows he’ll cry. He didn’t want him to leave at all, not tomorrow, not ever. He’s selfish but it hurts so much.

Tomorrow comes way too fast, and he wishes he had the power to stop time, because that’s what he needs right now. Make tomorrow disappear, and only live in yesterdays.

Seokjin is crying when Taehyung approaches him, hands cupping his wet face and unsuccessfully trying to dry the tears. Seokjin doesn’t know why he’s crying so much, but the fact that Taehyung is actually leaving, and that he won’t see him anymore, sends sparks of pain inside his heart. He feels so, so bad. Why did he treat his wounds? Why did he fall in love? Taehyung smiles sadly, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Please, don’t cry…”

Seokjin tries, he really tries to keep the tears from flowing out, but he can’t, and he’s soon sobbing like a damn kid. Taehyung stops smiling, closing the distance between them to leave a kiss on Seokjin’s lips. It feels soft, so soft. Seokjin tries to get more, but he can see the sun rising, and Taehyung disappearing. He tries to hold him, tries to keep him from leaving, but the silhouette just evaporates like it never existed. And in the silent of the early morning, he hears a voice inside his head, a voice that says

“Thank you.”

He looks at the empty spot in front of him, looks at the feather he’s holding, then looks at the sun. He hates the sun, he hates tomorrows, and he hates how broken he is. He hates the fact that he’s clutching the object for dear life, and he hates how, each night, he waits for Taehyung to come back.

He hates how he never came back.

Hi, so I'm crying, I hope you're too or it would mean I'm overly sensitive :(

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Jungkook is the first to come out of his room, tip-toeing in the corridors to join Yoongi’s door. He waits. They have that habit to all wake Yoongi up at the same time, and depending on the day, it takes longer. The next to come out is Taehyung, and he waves at Jungkook with a big smile. That boy is always in a good mood, Jungkook has no idea how he does that.

Jimin looks like he didn’t sleep for days, and he’s firmly attached to Namjoon’s arm, it wouldn’t be a surprise if they slept together. Hoseok comes just behind, rubbing at his eyes, looking all cute and innocent, but don’t tell him.

Seokjin is the last to come, but probably the first who woke up, he just likes to take his time.

“Why do we always gather together to wake one person?”

Hoseok asks, his brain not totally functioning.

“Because he needs a lot of kisses, duh.”

Jimin answers, tightening his hold on Namjoon’s arm when the latter tries to escape and earning a sigh from said one.

“And a deep fuck.”

“Shut up Jungkook.”

Seokjin comes behind him, slapping him on the head.

“What?!”

He whisper-yells, and they all start to hit each other, well, just Taehyung and Jungkook, because for a reason we all ignore, Jungkook hit Taehyung in the ribs. Probably because Taehyung called him a pervert at some point.

Seokjin looks at them with what could be seen as a desperate face, he must be asking himself why he has such roommates.

“If he’s awake when I open the door, you’re all dead.”

Silence is met with the threat, and a “ouch” coming from Jungkook. Seokjin glares at him and sighs. They all look at each other, silently praying that Yoongi’s still asleep. Not that it’s hard, the boy could sleep through a storm.

They open the door as silently as possible, and it might look weird, to have six boys coming inside one room, to wake one person up, but Yoongi needs it. Or that’s the excuse they found. They just want to spoil him, for real, look at that cuteness.

Yoongi’s always sleeping with the sheets covering his head, to block anything coming from the outside, and he rarely moves. Jungkook comes closer to the bed and crouches down at Yoongi’s head, pulling the cover out of his face. He smiles softly when Yoongi crunches his nose and groans.

“Wake up Cinderella, your prince is waiting.”

“Princes.”

“Don’t ruin it all, Jimin.”

They always find the way to fight, even when they’re not supposed to. Seokjin must have killed a thousand of angels, with how much he’s sighing, but what can he do? Hoseok is the next to approach, going on the other side of the bed and slowly stroking the boy’s cheeks, lips and poking his nose. He’s so soft, it’s almost sickening.

“Who gets to fuck him awake?” Taehyung asks, still looking from afar.

“Let’s play rock paper scissor?”

“…Jungkook, seriously?”

“It was Jimin last time, so it can’t be him.”

“I’m OK for rock paper scissor.” Jimin smiles sheepishly.

“You say that because you want a go again, pervert.”

“Shut it, Tae.”

“What about you let the older decide?”

They all watch Hoseok, who is literally melting over Yoongi. They wouldn’t be surprise if he turned into a puddle of love.

“Hoseok, you can’t fuck him, you would die from love.”

They all laugh and Hoseok blushes hard.

“Jimin, you can talk, mister “I love Namjoon so much I might have a heart attack”.”

It’s Namjoon’s time to blush, looking away, and for Jimin to pout and suddenly let go of Namjoon’s arm.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Guys, I thought we were waking Yoongi up?”

Seokjin reminds them all, and they all remember that yeah, Yoongi.

Jimin approaches the bed, climbing on it and pushing the covers away. He then straddles the sleeping form’s lap. They all look at him, and he smiles big, proud. Nobody would dare pulling him off Yoongi’s lap, because it could wake him up.

“There we go, always the same people are fucking him.” 

“Tae, if you were faster, and if you stopped staring at Jungkook’s butt, you would’ve had your chance to shine.”

Taehyung mumbles something and Jungkook hides his butt. Seokjin is dying from the inside. Why did he have to wake up this morning?

Jimin starts grinding his hips, and they all look at him, unimpressed.

“He’s not going to wake up, but we might all fall asleep.” Jungkook mocks.

“Shut up, he likes it like that.”

“He said it to be nice.”

“Jungkook I swear I’m going to fuck your mouth if you don’t shut up.”

Jungkook teasingly opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, eyes half-closed.

“Oh, Jimin, come fuck my mouth…”

Jimin groans, pushing Yoongi’s top up his chest to have access to his nipples. He’s soon stopped by Hoseok when he’s about to lick on them. Why won’t they let him do what he wants?

“You can’t have everything.”

“Really?!”

Seokjin wonders how Yoongi is still sleeping. He must be taking drugs or something. They’re literally fighting around him, and he just sleeps like it’s the calmest environment ever. Impressive.

“Come on, you know how I like to suck on them…”

Jimin begs, almost. Totally. He’s begging Hoseok to let go of his hair, pulling on his hand with a wince and a hiss when the pain only becomes stronger.

“How do you ask?”

“Please?”

“Please who?”

“Hoseeeoook!”

Jimin watches with horror as Jungkook takes his place, tongue lapping at the sensitive buds, making Yoongi moan prettily in his sleep. Jimin whines, pouting and crossing his hands. He stops grinding and looks at Hoseok with a dead glare.

“If you don’t want to fulfil your duty, I’m up to it.”

“I’m not moving.”

Taehyung comes closer, climbs behind Jimin and places his hands on the boy’s hips, slowly but surely starting a rhythmed movement, forcing Jimin to grind down on Yoongi. Jimin sighs, head falling back on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“You always need assistance, you can’t do anything by yourself, right? Look at that, our second baby acting all tough.”

Jimin whines, one hand grabbing Taehyung’s neck, the other turned into a fist and laying on his own thigh. It feels good, the pleasure slowly building inside his lower stomach, making him breath heavily every passing second. Yoongi must hear it, because he starts moving. Hoseok has hearts in his eyes when Yoongi opens his own, looking around him and blushing hard.

“H-hello…?”

He’s always so confused when he finds them all in his room, even if it isn’t a new thing. His brain just needs time to accommodate. He looks at Jimin, surely having fun on his lap, and at Taehyung behind him, smiling big but eyes full of lust. He then feels his own arousal when he’s a bit more awake. Oh, and Jungkook playing with his nipples. Hoseok is still looking at him like he’s the more beautiful thing on earth, but that’s nothing unhabitual.

“Hi Yoongi, did you sleep well?” Namjoon asks.

“Uh…yeah?”

“Did Jiminie baby wake you up?” Taehyung looks at Yoongi, while still moving a pliant Jimin over his growing erection.

“N-no, I…I was…I wasn’t sleepy an-anymore…”

Seokjin is at least happy that nobody woke him up because of the fighting. He would’ve killed them for waking his baby so abruptly. Yoongi calling his name cuts him from his thinking and he looks at the boy who has an arm extended and his cutely pouting. Yoongi has a soft spot for the elder and they all know it.

“What do you want? You’re awake now, no?”

Yoongi shakes his head and opens his mouth, pointing at it with his other hand while still making grabby motion.

“You want us to use you?”

Yoongi thinks a bit, then nods, smiling softly. Hoseok might have had a heart attack by now. Seokjin comes closer, stroking the boy’s head.

“What exactly do you want?”

Yoongi looks around, finger on his lower lip. He thinks for an instant and then points at Hoseok. It’s crazy how he can stop talking when he feels at ease. He just points at things, whines, a bit like Jimin, but less.

“Me?”

Yoongi nods when Hoseok points at himself, and a big smile makes its way on Hoseok’s lips. They all shake their head.

“Way too whipped.”

“Shut up Jimin, you were literally crying because you couldn’t suck his nipples.”

“I wasn’t!”

Yoongi laughs softly, breath cut by a sharp movement coming from Jimin (or Taehyung). Hoseok has turned into a puddle of love, he’s just stroking the boy’s cheeks like he’s a fragile glass or something. It’s cute.

“Seok, mouth.”

Hoseok comes out of his trance to look at the sleepy boy and nod his head when the demand arrives to his brain. He stands up and takes his clothes off, folding them and putting them on the chair behind him. He then comes back to Yoongi, cocking his head.

“How do you want it?”

Yoongi pushes on Jimin’s chest to make him go away, and Jimin huffs, complaining about never having what he wants. What a kid.

“Seok, mouth.”

“Yeah, pretty boy, be patient.”

Yoongi nods, turning on his stomach and waiting. Hoseok is quick to climb on the bed, back laying against the headboard and legs spread to make space for the amazingly cutely beautifully perfect boy (Hoseok’s saying).

Yoongi smiles, putting his hands around the thighs and nuzzling at the erection. Note: they are all excited, it’s Yoongi’s power. Jimin comes behind, again, but this time he’s pushed away by Jungkook, and they start fighting again. Yoongi tries to look, but Hoseok’s hand in his hair keeps him from turning his head. He decides to ignore the noise, as it suddenly turned into moans and kiss sounds. And Taehyung making disgusted sounds. Yoongi smiles, giving kitten licks to the head of Hoseok’s dick, turning the once puddle of love into a puddle of arousal. Hoseok is quite vocal, when he wants, and he knows that Yoongi loves him like that, so he let’s go, simply. Count on the others to make comments about his voice.

“Woah, Hoseok, you should take singing lessons!”

“I swear to God, Tae, shut up.”

“Wha-”

Taehyung certainly didn’t expect for Jungkook to pull him in the kiss he was sharing with Jimin, and he shuts up. Seokjin is dead, it’s a fact.

“You can’t even stay focused on the right person?”

“He started it.” Jimin says, pointing at Jungkook.

“Jimin’s always the one going behind Yoongi!” Jungkook whines.

“Have you never heard of Yoonmin? It’s quite popular.” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows.

“You’re the only one believing it.” Jungkook argues.

Seokjin might come from between the dead to haunt them, just so they can shut up once and for all.

Luckily, Yoongi is the one to stop all this nonsense.

“If nobody comes fuck me, I’ll leave this room and go play with my toys.”

Jungkook pushes Jimin to climb on the bed, holding Yoongi’s hips. Sad, that Yoongi doesn’t want him.

“Joon.”

“Sorry kiddo.”

Namjoon doesn’t sound sorry and doesn’t look sorry at all, he’s just smiling big, and Jungkook lets him take his place. Well, he can go back to whatever he was doing.

“Googie, nipples.”

Jungkook’s expression turns to one of pure happiness. He forgot how much Yoongi loved when he played with his nipples, be it tongue or fingers. He kneels on the floor and reaches a hand under Yoongi’s top, feeling the skin until he finds one of the buds.

“T-Tae…”

Yoongi starts to lose control when Namjoon starts touching his ass, blowing on his rim and…when did he take his pants off? Well, it’s not that important.

Taehyung comes closer, waiting for any order. He knows what he must do, but it’s always so much better to hear it from Yoongi’s trembling voice.

“Talk to me…”

He could talk about weather, right? Don’t be dumb. Taehyung smirks, kneels on the other side of the bed, makes eye contact with Jungkook, and he knows he’s one of the biggest dominant in this room because Jungkook just looks away, blushing. He loves talking dirty into their ears, love seeing them become pliant under his touch. It’s satisfying. So, when he leans down to whisper things to Yoongi, knowing that Jungkook hears them, he’s happy. Hoseok is gone too, not dead, not alive, just somewhere in between. Yoongi is deepthroating him, moaning at every word coming from Taehyung’s mouth, deep voiced and teasing. He just let’s go of Hoseok’s dick to call Jimin and Seokjin, tell them to do whatever. His brain can’t put the pieces together anymore.

Jimin is quick to latch his mouth on the second nipple, the position quite uncomfortable, but to hear Yoongi’s deep moans he’d do anything. Seokjin just goes to sit down on the chair where Hoseok put his clothes. Oh, I forgot, they’re all naked now, by some miracle. And the clothes are all gathered on the floor. A real mess.

Taehyung went from Yoongi to Hoseok, he has his head laid on the moaning mess’ shoulder, and he’s not sure Hoseok can hear whatever he says, but he looks down at Yoongi, and Yoongi hears it, so it’s alright.

“Look at our sweet boy, sucking you nice and deep…How does it feel, hm? To be sucked so nicely in the morning?”

He’s only met with moans. Actually, every submissive sided man in the room moans, understand Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi. Hoseok is more on the beta side of whatever frieze we’re talking about, so he might be moaning because of Yoongi, and not Taehyung, but that’s ok.

And maybe Yoongi is moaning because Namjoon has his tongue deep inside the latter’s hole. Maybe because Seokjin moved from his chair to stroke the forgotten erection he was having (still has). Maybe because Jimin’s sucking on his nipple with such fervor, as if he wanted to draw milk from his chest. Or maybe, it’s because Jungkook is pinching his nipple hard, and Yoongi’s a plain slut. So many possibilities.

Hoseok tightens his hold in Yoongi’s hair, and Yoongi knows what’s coming. He licks at the slit and opens his mouth wide when he feels the first gush of semen hit his tongue. It’s salty, he loves it. Hoseok looks down at him with a tired smile and Yoongi pouts, silently asking to be kissed. Hoseok obliges, holding the boy’s face to lift him up to his level and kiss him softly. Yoongi then turns to Taehyung and literally latches his arms around the boy’s neck. Taehyung laughs and leaves a trail of wet kisses down Yoongi’s jaw.

“You’re cute like that.”

Yoongi nods, blushing a bit. He lets out a yelp when he feels hands pull him back in his previous position. He groans, turning his head only to see Namjoon, naked, hard…oh. Yes please? Yoongi shakes his hips, rubbing his ass-cheeks against Namjoon’s hard-on. He can be such a tease when he wants.  

Namjoon grabs him by the hips, groaning a “stop moving” and having Yoongi become totally still. Yoongi can feel the head of Namjoon’s dick enter him slowly, but surely. He bites his lips, looking up to Taehyung, then down to his crotch. Taehyung understands soon enough, and as Hoseok leaves the bed to go lay down on the floor (probably to fall asleep) he sits down against the bedhead, taking the same position as Hoseok previously.

Yoongi smiles, strokes Taehyung’s thighs how he knows he likes it, and takes him almost directly for a deepthroat. Taehyung is bigger than Hoseok, not much, but he can still feel it, when the stretch starts hurting. And Taehyung doesn’t like being teased. But he loves teasing others. Yoongi licks the underside of the hard, throbbing dick, feeling Namjoon push further and further until he can brush his prostate. It sends a spike of hot pleasure up Yoongi’s spine, and has him whimpering, body jerking a bit as if it tried to not feel too much pleasure. Seokjin sped up his movements on his erection, and it’s not helping

Jimin and Jungkook are still taking care of his nipples, turning them so sensitive that Yoongi whines every time Jimin licks or Jungkook pinches at them. It’s too much already, so he wiggles his body to make them let go. They’re quick to understand, because they know Yoongi, but teasing him is way funnier, and Jimin bites on the bud one last time as Jungkook dives a nail inside the tiny opening. Yoongi slaps what he thinks is Jungkook’s arm, because of the sound he hears. A pained laugh.

“Sorry Yoongi.”

Jimin smiles, and then spots Taehyung, mouth hanging open, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, and he might have found something to do. He approaches the boy, cups his face with his hands and slowly starts kissing him. Taehyung’s automatic reaction is to bring his free hand up and start stroking Jimin’s ass. Jimin loves it, when Taehyung touches him. It’s the best feeling, because even when he’s gone, his body reacts to Jimin as if it had learned a choreography.

Because of Namjoon’s hard thrusts, Yoongi is forced to take Taehyung deeper, and Taehyung isn’t sure he can hold himself that much longer. Not when Yoongi keeps moaning and whining around his length. Jimin, seeing that he is close and being the good boy he is, forces his tongue past Taehyung’s mouth, playing with the wet muscle. One hand on his shoulder, the other playing with his nipples, pulling on them one after the other. It makes him groan and he soon comes with a deep moan down Yoongi’s throat.

Yoongi always swallows, and it makes them hot all over. Once Taehyung is freed from the hot embrace, he joins Hoseok on the floor, cuddling the half-asleep boy before asking him to go on the couch with him. Hoseok just groans, eyes closing.

“We were supposed to wake him up, not fall asleep again.” Seokjin says.

“You know how Hoseok always falls half asleep when he’s been sucked.” Taehyung says.

Seokjin nods, giving up on trying whatever to wake the boy up. Taehyung carries him bridal style and lets him fall on the soft surface of the couch, or sofa, or call it whatever you want. Hoseok groans and Taehyung laughs. Those two are out of the game.

Namjoon will be out soon too, because his thrusts become erratic and he’s panting, a mere minutes before he stops completely and shoots his load inside Yoongi’s body. Yoongi moans louder, now that he has nothing to plug his mouth, and Jimin is quick to put fingers inside his mouth, for him to suck on.

“You’re going to wake Hoseok up, baby. Shush.”

Yoongi looks up innocently, mumbling a “sorry” around Jimin’s fingers. And Jimin understands why Hoseok just melts when he sees the boy. It’s just that he’s way too cute for this world. Yoongi sucks on his fingers, wetting them and taking them as deep as they can go.

“You’re always so greedy when we fuck you in the morning, aren’t you?”

Yoongi nods, smiling so big his eyes almost disappear. He’s so soft, Jimin might die.

Namjoon pulls out when over-sensibility replaces the pleasure he felt before. He kisses up Yoongi’s spine, and once he’s at his neck, he sucks a hickey right here, as Yoongi head automatically goes limp.

“Look how much our baby can take without coming!”

Seokjin seems happy about it, as if it was some miracle. They all know that Yoongi refuses to come until they’ve all been satisfied. It’s nice, really. Yoongi is a nice person.

“Yoongi, what should we do now?”

Yoongi looks around, seeing half of them piled on the couch, the other half still on the bed…Jungkook touching himself…

“Jungkook!!”

“Huh?!”

“Can you please stop being so selfish?” Jimin huffs.

“I’m sorry nobody was touching me.”

“We’re not supposed to touch you, we’re supposed to touch Yoongi to help him wake up.”

“He’s totally awake.” Jungkook pouts.

Yoongi laughs a bit, stroking Jungkook’s scalp where he can touch it, and the boy leans against his hand. He’s cute. Almost as cute as Yoongi when he does it. Jungkook has always been Yoongi’s baby, when he’s not being fucked from all sides. His cute behaviour, his little jealousy peeking from somewhere in his heart.

“Don’t worry Googie, I’m gonna touch you.”

Jungkook smiles again and climbs on the bed next to Jimin, who just happened to sit down right in front of Yoongi.

“Move.”

“No.”

“Jin! He’s being mean again!”

“Jin is unavailable for the moment.”

“Come on!”

Yoongi slaps them both hard on the thigh, making them go silent and look at him with wide eyes.

“I’m going to suck you both, god, stop fighting over me like some heated dogs.”

The two of them blush hard, looking each in one direction. Yoongi smiles, shaking his head, as he takes their both erections in each hand, licking the head of each of the dick and hearing them moan, all tension forgotten. Seokjin comes behind, finally able to take place as the main dominant for this round. He loves watching, really, it’s pretty and hot, but there is a time, where he just can’t hold it anymore, and Yoongi feels it, when Seokjin bottoms out at the first thrust. Greedy. Yoongi whines, moving his ass to get Seokjin to start something, instead of just staying there. He’s been so abused this morning, and his body is slowly starting to ask for relief. He has Jungkook deep in his throat, plays with Jimin’s slit, hearing both let out choked moans, like they don’t want to be too loud. Yoongi doesn’t buy it and start going faster, rubbing his thumb against Jimin’s slit until the boy is wailing, hips bucking up in an attempt to get more friction. Jungkook tries to hold himself a bit longer, but Yoongi knows exactly what to do, and when his teeth drag against the sensitive skin, Jungkook is trashing on the bed, head falling back and mouth hanging open. He comes in a gurgle of Yoongi’s name, and Jimin follows soon after because fuck, Jungkook is so hot when he orgasms.

The ones left are Yoongi and Seokjin. Seokjin pounding into Yoongi, and Yoongi just taking it. He might fall asleep again. It takes exactly twelve firm jabs into his prostate before he’s coming all over the sheets and falling down in them, breathing fast. Seokjin came too, dick pressed by Yoongi’s body’s impulsive clench. Yoongi smiles happily, looking at all of them. They managed to wake him up, but failed staying awake.

Taehyung is hugging Hoseok, face hidden in the boy’s neck, Jungkook and Jimin are intertwined on the floor (no idea when they got there) in some weird…where’s Jungkook arm if Jimin is…huh? Namjoon looks at him with that absent gaze, and he knows he’s as gone as the others. There’s only Seokjin to be as awake as possible, and he’s soon falling on the bed anyway, holding Yoongi against his body.

“We sure need to clean up the mess but…let’s sleep for now.”

Yoongi laughs softly, laying down on Seokjin’s chest. He’s ok with sleeping longer, they have as much time as they need.