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“why are your hands pink, hyung?”

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“shit,” namjoon swore as the bottle of temporary pink hair dye fell out of his grip and into the sink, painting the porcelain a bright fuchsia. he stared in disbelief for a moment, his lips parting and closing for a few good seconds before he sighed exasperatedly and ran his hands through his hair out of frustration, momentarily forgetting the freshness of his newly painted locks of hair. he suddenly froze and raised his head, giving his reflection a good stare, as if to say : ‘really, namjoon?’; his hands were still firmly planted in his soft curls.

a few more choice words tumbled from his pouty lips as he carefully slid his hands out of his hair and thrusted them towards the sink; a fruitless attempt to not get any on his clothes. again, the reason he didn’t change out of his expensive attire before doing this, he didn’t know. he grumbled to himself and grabbed the tube of pink from out of the sink before tossing it onto the counter and switching the hot water on. a few pumps of watermelon-scented hand soap later and he was swishing his lathered hands beneath the stream, watching, fascinated, as the diluted pink swirled down the drain.

but then, even when he’d rinsed all of the suds from his skin and turned the water off, he flipped his hands over and realized, much to his horror, that the color had stained his palms; he also realized that he still had to rinse the semi-permanent dye residue from his hair, meaning that the washing of his hands was in vain. how fantastic. it took him a good thirty more minutes, it did, but he managed to rinse his hair out, dry it, and clean his mess off of the bathroom counter. unfortunately though, his hands seemed to be stained a bright fuchsia. he sighed; at least his hair looked good.

silently slipping out of the bathroom and closing the door shut behind him, he really didn’t expect to run into the maknae, who was standing just inches away from him. jungkook grinned and greeted his hyung with a nod of his head as he stepped around him in order to get to the restroom. he paused halfway though and pursed his lips, his brows raising high on his forehead as he stared intently at something that was beneath namjoon’s line of sight; he looked as though he was going to burst into laughter at any minute, while also looking highly perplexed. “...why are your hands pink, hyung?”

the elder of the two went pink in the face, his cheeks nearly matching the same shade of his palms. “i forgot to put on gloves, okay?” he defended before turning away and jogging off in sheer embarrassment, leaving jungkook doubled over in a fit of giggles.

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namjoon was feeling..absolutely fantastic. his favorite playlist was mildly playing through his airpods, the blinds were open and the windows were vented, allowing for the infiltration of the fresh evening air into the unusually quiet dorm; and to only add to the positives, they’d received the next few days off to replenish and recoup, meaning he was feeling more well rested than he had in months. greatest of all though, the vocal line had fled for the day, giving him a chance to spend quality time with his two boyfriends. there was a bob to his head and a sway to his hips as he hopped around the kitchen, gathering the needed ingredients for his spontaneous dish into his long arms. he was going to woo his lovers this time around, he just knew it; he could feel it in his veins.

he was sure that he looked silly, bent over the counter as he fumbled around with the measuring cups and spoons while simultaneously trying to read the recipe from his phone. two cups of kimchi...his eyes darted to the bowl of leftover kimchi to his right and he squinted at it, almost as if trying to figure out how he was going to fit those huge cuts of cabbage into the small ‘1 cup’ measuring tool. he took a moment to really analyze the situation before ‘aha’ing’ and taking ahold of the bowl, dumping its contents out onto the wooden chopping board, face scrunching up in surprise as the fermented juice splashed up at him; good thing he was wearing his ‘greatest leader’ apron. cheesy.

haphazardly, the knife came down onto the heap of sour vegetable, and it didn’t look at all safe, but he eventually got it done. kimchi into the pot, along with half a cup of kimchi juice, six ounces of pre-chopped firm tofu, four ounces of ground pork, and two cups of water; allow that to come to a boil before...fuck- he blinked and brought his phone closer to his face, lips pursing in disbelief once he realized that he’d missed a step. he was supposed to sauté the pork and kimchi before adding the rest of the ingredients; he gave an audible exhale through his nostrils. how disappointing, especially since he didn’t have enough time to restart before the two others would be making their way down.

there went his good mood. to make matters worse, he also realized that he’d forgotten a key ingredient; half a cup of roughly chopped onions. that one caused him to throw a little fit, all with huffed breaths and little stomps to the tiled floor. four minutes later and..he was trying his best, he really was, but the stupid onion just wouldn’t...split. he gripped the vegetable more firmly in his left hand before bringing the knife down once again, only for the blade to slip down off the side and land onto the chopping board.

he looked absolutely adorable - at least that’s what yoongi thought as he soundlessly padded into the bar area and hauled himself up onto the barstool. too focused on trying to ‘roughly chop’ the onion, namjoon failed to notice the presence of his eldest boyfriend, and it left yoongi more than highly amused. he wasn’t going to say anything, at least he hadn’t planned to, but he couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past his lips once he noticed that namjoon was trying to cut with the back of the knife. the younger’s head snapped up, but before he could say anything, yoongi grinned,

“that’s not how knives work, joon-ah.”

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it’s not that namjoon was particularly secretive about his headspace, because he wasn’t, it was just the fact that the other boys loved to make him feel unbelievably shy whenever he slipped; especially the maknae line. that is why he decided to lock himself away in his and tae’s shared bedroom, triple making sure that no one would be able to barge in on him, before attending to his own needs. his street clothes came off first, being replaced by his very own, bright blue koya themed onesie; the one that had the hood with the cute little koala ears at the top, of course. then, he clipped his favorite pastel purple paci to the front before crouching down and reaching underneath his bed, pulling out a box full of items.

after removing a box of crayolas, a bt21 themed coloring book and about fifteen different stuffed animals, he tossed it all onto the queen-sized mattress before climbing on top. he was content, especially when he’d turned on one of his favorite cartoons, leaving him with dimpled smiles and soft giggles; his ryan bear seemed to be happy too as he was snuggled against joonie’s chest, whom of which was holding him so very tightly. “oh! ay ay, captain!” he cheered and snuggled back into the rest of his stuffed babies : sir bubbles to his left and princess cupcake to his right. he quickly asked them if they were having a good time also, seeming ecstatic when he made them nod, getting their approval.

he was engrossed in the animations that were playing across the screen, bouncing ryan around at the funny parts and shushing them whenever something ‘important’ was said. he was enraptured, so obviously so, considering that he hadn’t heard the loud knocks against the door, and then the turning of the knob and oh- taehyung had a key. unbeknownst to little joon, the door had been pushed open and there was taehyung, standing in the doorway with his lips pulled upwards into the most sweetest smile. namjoon hadn’t noticed the new presence until, “that’s fucking cute as shit, fuck.” the little gasped and whipped his head around, his soft-brown eyes narrowing into a hot glare; comically, he wasn’t so upset about being found, but more so because of something else.

“don’t say those words, tata! i’ll tell jin-hyungie on you.” the second youngest had burst into a fit of laughter because, fuck, his hyung was absolutely precious like that; those pouted lips and glistening orbs would truly be the death of him. “fine, fine,” he grinned and held his arms up in surrender, little laughs leaving him still even as joonie scrambled up and pushed him out of the door with another scolding. “i’m sorry, joonie bear.” he didn’t even get the chance to give him an apology kiss because namjoon had already kicked him out and locked the door once again.

“go bother minnie! joonie’s busy!”

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exhausted, namjoon fell onto the couch, throwing his gym bag at his feet as he sunk into the pillows. he should’ve been making his way up to take a shower, actually, but his muscles felt like jello and the softness of the cushion against his limbs felt so..good. he tilted his head back, long legs stretching out before himself as the continuous beading sweat at his hairline trickled down his face and to his chest, gradually soaking his already wet grey tee. draping his forearm across his face as his eyes fluttered close, namjoon failed to notice the entrance of the eldest maknae. it wasn’t until jimin had sank into the space beside him, did he re-open his eyes.

“i know why you’ve been working out so hard lately.” jimin stated in a tone that showed he knew he wasn’t wrong, his full pink lips quirking up into that damned flirtatious smirk as he stared knowingly at his hyung. to be frank, namjoon had no idea what the younger man was on about, but he humored him; giving a little nod and a raise to his perfectly shaped brows as he questioned out of curiosity, “oh?” jimin hummed, throwing one of his legs over the other and leaning back, turning his head until he and namjoon were nearly close enough to kiss; and he could’ve kissed him, he would’ve, but not when he needed namjoon to be completely coherent as he spoke his next words. ah, so he was a little cocky, sue him.

“yeah, you got tired of your arms giving out whenever we fucked you from behind.” he laughed, teasingly, enjoying the sound of his hyung sputtering out of shock and embarrassment, enjoying the way his honey-colored skin quickly flushed to be replaced by a dark pink. “...tired of the way your thighs ached after riding one of us for a few minutes too long,” as if by second nature, jimin’s hand came down onto namjoon’s thigh, and he sighed at the way the muscles flexed beneath his fingertips as joon shifted in his seat. “i’m right, aren’t i? oh, i know, baby.” he grinned, giving his hyung’s thigh one last firm squeeze before pulling his hand away.? fuck, namjoon continued to blush, avoiding jimin’s gaze as he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth; fuck, because..because, how did he manage to figure him out so quickly? namjoon squirmed.

jimin stood, raising his arms above his head in a stretch as he grinned over at his flustered hyung. after letting his hands drop, he bent down and pressed a quick kiss to namjoon’s - now swollen - lips, before stepping away. “come to jungkook and i’s room after you shower. we wouldn’t want all of your hard work to go to waste.” with that, he turned on his heels and strutted away; and gosh, namjoon was beyond glad, for the younger man didn’t see as he scrambled off of the couch in his haste to get to the bathroom and scrub himself clean.

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“giovane principe! giovane principe!” the worried handmaid frantically called as he ran amuck the busy palace with his hands cupped over his mouth to micmic a megaphone. the residents looked at him strangely as he ran in and out of each room and wove his way in between them, but he didn’t quite care. he suddenly came to a halting stop as one of the trusted guards appeared before him, causing him to nearly stumble into the broadened chest. “oi!” he exclaimed, hands upon his hips and little pants leaving his lips as he made eye contact with the other man, “hoseok-hyung! have you seen namjoon? he’s disappeared again, cara bontà.”

the guard, hoseok, grinned and firmly placed his hands atop the younger man’s shoulders, causing him to jump slightly where he stood. “don’t lose your head, jungkook-ah. he’s out in the garden with jin-hyung. didn’t he tell you?” without giving an answer, jungkook tore away from the other’s touch and was on the run again, leaving the guard shaking his head in amusement as he watched the younger man disappear. it was only minutes after the encounter when the handmaid burst through the large doors that lead to the beautiful garden, ignoring the fact that he was causing a scene...once again. “giovane principe,” he sighed once he spotted namjoon, who was sitting in the bed of sunflowers as seokjin watched carefully, but fondly from a nearby tree.

“you can’t keep running off like that, you know? you nearly gave me a heart attack.” he greeted as he took a seat beside the prince, whom of which only gave him a beaming dimpled smile in reply. “i made you a crown, jungkook-ah.” he held out his hands, and in the middle of his large palms sat a delicately woven flower crown; jungkook only briefly wondered how someone so clumsy could pull off such an intricate design. “well..jin-hyung helped.” ah. “you know the king won’t allow me to wear this, it’s out of dress code.” he stated, but even then, he bowed down slightly and allowed namjoon to place the gift atop his soft set of curls.

“i’ll talk to him, don’t worry. he can’t possibly be mad at it when you look so pretty.” jungkook had blushed then, and it was..funny. funny because he and namjoon didn’t have the typical relationship a prince and his handmaiden would. funny because he was namjoon’s best friend and namjoon was his. ..funny because the king would throw an absolute fit if he saw them as close as they were in that moment; the prince had laid his hand upon his own and was looking at jungkook with lively eyes as their fingers gradually tightened around each other. still, the younger laughed softly and cupped the prince’s full cheeks with his free hand. “ah, how can you compliment me so, when you’re so much prettier?”

and yeah, namjoon looked pretty when he blushed.

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perhaps, it could have been viewed as poetic; something sort of a beautiful melancholic masterpiece. yes, it may have been, except, namjoon didn’t feel at all pretty. he watched on as the once lively brown eyes of the boy in the mirror filled with that all too familiar liquid, before spilling down the suppleness of his pink cheeks. he gave a quiet sniffle and drew in a breath, one so cautious that it caused his chest to visibly quiver from the force. the man that stood behind him grinned sinisterly, but only for a mere split of a second, before his eyes brightened and that all two sweet boxy smile stretched upon his handsome features once again. “are those tears for me, baby? oh, aren’t you just the sweetest?”

he then wrapped those unnervingly cold fingers around namjoon’s upper arm and jerked him up from his seat, letting out a ‘tsk’ as the taller boy fumbled over his feet and nearly stumbled into his chest. joon brought his hand up to his mouth to muffle the cry that left his lips and pulled away from taehyung’s body, casting his gaze towards the ground. the younger of the two allowed his dark eyes to travel the length of the other’s body for a moment, before stepping away and turning to make his way over to ‘namjoon’s wardrobe’. already knowing how things worked, namjoon wiped the tears from his cheeks, stripped down to his panties, then carefully placed himself onto the king-sized mattress that was situated in the center of the large room.

“good boy,” taehyung crooned once he made his way back over to stand in front of namjoon, a pastel pink outfit clutched between his fingers. the elder sucked his trembling bottom lip into his mouth and raised his arms, allowing the other to slip the crop top over his head; ‘daddy’s pretty boy’ is what was written on the front in a soft cursive lettering. the white frilly thigh-highs were slipped on next, then a skirt, a cotton pink one that barely covered the curve of his bottom. namjoon had succumbed to a fresh round of tears by the time taehyung was done, his back bowing as he defensively curled into himself and his honey skin itching with disgust. taehyung made some sort of cooing nose and brushed namjoon’s soft blond hair away from his flushed face just as a soft sob left the boy’s glossy lips.

a beat passed, and suddenly taehyung was sitting on the mattress and pulling namjoon to straddle his lap, large hand braced against the other’s shaking back. the younger man’s gaze was piercing as they made forced eye contact and joon sniffled, a shiver shaking his spine. ‘you’re such a pretty doll. the prettiest doll for daddy’. was he? because no, no, he didn’t feel pretty at all. he felt gross, and cold all over..and like, he was going to be sick at any moment. he was sure he looked the part as well, but taehyung showed no signs of being annoyed, he simply cupped namjoon’s cheek and brushed his thumb across his lips as he spoke,

“i love you so much, my pretty boy. don’t you love me?” and namjoon nodded, because he was a good boy; the bestest boy, even. “yes, i love you too, daddy.”

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“ow,” namjoon whined, curling into himself and away from hoseok, who was crouched before him, slender fingers gently prodding at the younger’s
awkwardly positioned ankle. “ow! seok, that hurts, stop it!” hoseok tutted and maneuvered himself so he was sitting on his bottom instead before moving namjoon’s leg in order to place his injured ankle into his lap; truly, his boyfriend was the only one capable of breaking a joint while trying to look for crabs. “well maybe it wouldn’t hurt if you weren’t standing on top of those rocks, huh, baby?” the younger of the two only huffed and looked away, covering his darkening face with his forearm; hmph! hobi gave a fond laugh and reached over, gently ruffling his pouty boyfriend’s damp hair; his laugh only became louder when namjoon whined and pushed his hand away. what a brat.

hoseok supposed he shouldn’t have been teasing him so much though, seeing as though the skin around his ankle was starting to seriously swell and discolor, but he couldn’t help but to poke fun; namjoon’s pouty lips and flushed cheeks only egged him on, really. a few minutes of silence passed - save for namjoon’s little dramatic moans and groans of pain - and hoseok leaned back onto his hands, looking around for a moment, and letting out a sigh of relief once he noticed the others were finally on their way back from grabbing lunch. he took a second to wonder why both his boyfriends were as dramatic as they were when jungkook immediately dropped his bags - ignoring jin’s yells of disapproval - and sprinted over to them, falling to his knees at namjoon’s side.

“what happened?” he demanded, and hobi could’ve giggled at how serious the youngest looked, with his brows drawn together and his hand grasping onto joon’s with worry, but he quickly decided that he didn’t want to get his head bitten off by an angry bunny boy. namjoon blushed and hoseok ‘tsk’d’, stretching his legs out in the sand. the action caused a movement in namjoon’s injured ankle and he let out another whimper, sounding almost identical to a wounded puppy. jungkook’s frown deepened. “our joonie here thought it was a bright idea to stand on those boulders over there to look for crabs. he ended up slipping and taking a pretty nasty fall,” he pursed his lips and sighed, “now he’s got a broken ankle because he won’t use that big brain of his.”

far too embarrassed to say anything, namjoon remained silent, even as his youngest boyfriend began to fuss over him. he only played with the hem of his shirt and huffed, either shaking his head or nodding as jungkook bombarded him with questions. yes, he was okay. yes, he was in pain. yes, he’d stand on rocks in order to look for crabs again if given the chance. he hadn’t noticed that jungkook had left his side until he was being lifted into a pair of arms. startled, he let out a yelp and hit his hand against the younger’s shoulder, who only held him tighter in response. “we’re taking you home.” and..namjoon suddenly felt like a little kid because, “no, i want to stay here. i didn’t find any crabs ye- googie!”

then, jungkook stopped in his tracks and cursed underneath his breath; who the hell gave his hyung the right to be so cute? the youngest sighed and..he turned around, retreating back to their previous spot and setting namjoon down into the sand. he then sat down behind him, caging namjoon in between his legs and wrapping his arms around his hyung’s torso. the taller of the two grinned triumphantly and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before turning back around and digging his fingers into the damp sand.

he giggled gleefully at his cute little findings, and hoseok gave a playful scoff from his place in front of them because namjoon hadn’t even so much as flinched when he began to wrap his ankle in a temporary cast with the first aid supplies he’d gathered; tch, he was such a drama queen.

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namjoon was pretty; so so pretty, and oh so..pliant. prettily tanned limbs that stretched for miles and strong thighs that flexed beautifully with each gradual glide of his boyfriend’s hand. a curvature so sleek that had him bending up off of the all-too-soft mattress and full pink lips that supported the soft whines and wanton whimpers that slipped from in between them painted the prettiest of pictures. seokjin gave some sigh of content and paused his movements, but only to tightly wrap his slender fingers around the younger man’s swollen base, which pulled a high-pitched mewl of disapproval from him. namjoon had been so strung tight, leaving him exceptionally desperate for his release, and it was painfully obvious in the way he rocked his hips and squirmed about in a futile attempt to urge his boyfriend’s hand.

“you were being such a good boy. don’t stop now,” seokjin’s voice was like silk as he practically purred out his words, but there was a teasing smirk hinting behind his usually kind eyes. the younger man immediately stilled, melting against the mattress once again in his desire to maintain his ever-going obedience; though, his desperation was still evident by the clenching of his thin fingers around the expensive material of the sheets and the pressing of his teeth into his plump bottom lip. seokjin hummed out a pleased ‘good boy’, but removed his hand completely, causing an immediate spring of tears to namjoon’s eyes as he lost the small amount of friction he was receiving. stern, but never cruel, the elder of the two only sat back in order to motion for namjoon to sit in between his legs, which the younger did, clumsily, but still in the blink of an eye.

seokjin laughed and namjoon would have been embarrassed if it weren’t for the fact that his boyfriend had captured his lips within his own in a hot kiss just moments afterwards. the younger did his best to keep up with the intensity of the show of affection, even if he did let out the tiniest of gasps when jin finally wrapped his hand around him again. his muscles had gone lax, but his body still jerked when seokjin began to move his hand in a smooth pumping motion, and he grasped onto his boyfriend’s arms, the synchronization of their lips stuttering as he moaned. “such a pretty baby,” seokjin sighed out once he finally pulled his mouth away, giving his flustered lover a chance to breathe. namjoon shook, his breath coming out in short pants as he arched away from jin’s broad chest, toes curling and thighs quivering as pleasure encased his entire being.

“you’ve been working so hard for us, baby,” the eldest cooed as he quickened his pace, thumb rubbing over the younger’s dripping slit as his other hand pressed against joon’s chest to pull him flush against his own body once again. “let go, hm? let go for hyung.” namjoon’s climax hit him like a truck and he couldn’t help but to cry. seokjin eased his arms around his boyfriend’s shaking body and kissed the salt away from his lips, holding him in a loving embrace as he took his time to recover. it took only a few minutes, and namjoon sniffled then, drawing his legs up and turning in order to bury his larger frame into his boyfriend’s body. jin giggled, stroking the younger’s messy blue locks of hair in an endearing manner as his dongsaeng nosed at his neck; he could feel the soft brush of namjoon’s lashes against his skin as he blinked and couldn’t help but to feel completely enamored.

certainly, not too bad a way to end an exhausting day.