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Tasting Starlight Ch.7 (V3Min)

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Relationships: Lee Taemin x Park Jimin, Choi Minho x Kim Taehyung, Choi Minho x Kim Taehyung x Lee Taemin x Park Jimin (V3Min) Rating: Explicit

Genres: angst, smut Tags: smut, angst, fake dating, jealousy, pining, friends with benefits, getting together, bottom Taemin, switch Jimin, top Taehyung, top Minho

Summary: Minho has been in love with his best friend since forever. But Taemin was determined to be unattached… Until suddenly he wasn’t. Taehyung spent his entire life pining after happiness with his best friend, only to have it ripped away when Jimin finds someone else. The rational response? Hatch a plan to make their respective crushes jealous. The part where they fell in love with each other, however, wasn’t part of the plan.

Chapter Word Count: ~3.9k

Minho paced back and forth, staring at himself in the mirror and flattening his shirt down over his chest. He shouldn’t be nervous. It wasn’t like he’d never met these guys before, they were his friends. Hell, he spent a good portion of the previous five days making out with one or more of them. But this felt far more intimate and a hundred times more important. He was the eldest, and he felt like he had a responsibility more than the others to make sure things went smoothly. He took a deep breath and nodded. Nothing more he could do but continue to fret, so he may as well head to the restaurant.

On his way, his phone buzzed.

‘Getting ready for tonight… Do you think I should wear that button down you bought me for Christmas last year? The striped one?’

Minho smiled a little. ‘It looks good on you, I think so’

‘Are you nervous?’

‘Unbearably. I’ve been fidgeting since noon’

‘Are you home?’

‘On the bus to the restaurant. I’m early but I figure I’ll wander around the park and try to calm my nerves’

‘Give me twenty minutes to get ready and I’ll head there too, we can walk until closer to time to meet?’

‘Sounds good’

Minho tucked his phone away. It would be fine. It was just the guys. They’d hung out plenty of times prior to this. Nothing new. Except that it was a date. A date with the three men he’d fallen so head over heels for. He still wasn’t sure how he had managed to pull it off, but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He would do all he could to make sure his boyfriends were happy with him.

The air was cool when he got off the bus. He texted the others to remember a light jacket, and headed to the park. Much to his surprise, a very familiar face was sitting on a bench near the entrance, flipping through a book.

“Taehyungie?”

Taehyung’s head snapped up. He was wearing a beautiful blue turtleneck and a light denim jacket, as well as a pair of neat black jeans. He looked confused for a moment and then checked his watch.

“Don’t worry, I’m like an hour early,” Minho said, hurrying over to him. “Taemin’s on his way too. How long have you been here?”

Taehyung smiled sheepishly, tucking the book into his jacket. “Since two. I was really nervous so I thought being outside would help me relax a little. Reading in the park helps me sometimes.”

Minho sat beside him. “I was freaking out too, that’s why I came. Are you warm enough?”

Taehyung nodded. “Jimin texted, said he’d be by a little early to keep me company, he’s gonna cut out of his dance practice a bit early.”

Minho clicked his tongue. “Shouldn’t do that.”

“No, but he’s excited. He told me last night he’s re-picked his outfit four times.”

“I know the feeling,” Minho muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Same. Jimin said he dyed his hair too.”

“What color?”

“He won’t say. Said it’s a surprise. Should I dye my hair?” Taehyung grabbed his bangs, crossing his eyes to look at it. Minho chuckled.

“You’d look cute with dyed hair, if you wanted. But you’d have to be careful for film roles.”

“Right, that’s why I haven’t. But maybe just the tips? I could cut them. Or dye it back.”

“You should talk to Taemin. I bet he’d know exactly what would look amazing on you. He works wonder on hair.”

Taehyung nodded, smiling and letting go of his hair. “Would you ever dye your hair?”

“He did it white once for me for a film. I liked it okay, but… I’m kinda boring. Taemin’s the fancy one.”

“Not true.” Taehyung poked him playfully. Minho laughed a bit, then sighed.

“I’m so nervous. I shouldn’t be nervous, should I?”

“No, but I get it. This feels big.”

Minho nodded. Taehyung squeezed his wrist. “Let’s go deeper into the park. There’s a place that’s kind of out of the view of people.”

“That sounds dirty.” Minho teased.

“I wanna kiss you and hold your hand without someone seeing,” Taehyung pouted.

Minho nodded, rising. “Lead the way, we’ll guide Taemin there once he arrives.”

Taehyung rose and began trotting down the path, moving quick enough that Minho had to hurry to keep up. He turned a few angles on the gravel and then stepped off it onto a dirt path, looking back at Minho with a grin. A few more feet and they were effectively hidden from the view of the main path, trees on all sides of them.

“See? Secret spot.”

Minho smiled softly. He pulled Taehyung close, grabbing his hand. He pressed their palms together and then twined their fingers, squeezing before closing the gap between their mouths. Their kisses deepened slowly, tongues brushing over one another’s lips, sharing quick breaths of air as they shifted. Taehyung kept a tight grip on his hand, squeezing gently when Minho nipped his bottom lip.

Minho pulled back and smiled. He glanced down. “Oh, Taemin’s here.”

“I’ll step out, tell him to follow the path back.”

Minho nodded, letting go of Taehyung’s hand to respond to Taemin.

The two returned shortly. “Having fun without me?” Taemin pouted.

“Just a little. Come here.” Minho opened his arms, and both stepped toward him. He hooked an arm around each, pressing a gentle kiss to Taemin’s mouth first. It deepened just as naturally as it did prior with Taehyung. Minho felt Taehyung shift, and his soft lips pressed against his neck. He moved back, allowing Taemin to move enough to catch Taehyung’s mouth in a kiss.

Minho sighed contentedly, watching the two kiss. There was no feeling of jealousy or distrust, he realized, as he watched the two. There was a contentment. He stepped back and grabbed his phone, snapping a photo as sneakily as he could to send to Jimin.

‘Hurry along  We miss you’

Jimin’s response came quickly. ‘I’m hurrying! I’ll be there soon. Are you guys in the little wooded spot in the park?’

‘Taehyung took us here. You know it?’

‘I’ll be there in 10’

“Texting your other boyfriend?” Taemin teased.

“I am, actually, how did you know?”

They laughed a little. “Is he almost here?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah, be here in ten. Come here.” He pulled Taehyung forward and kissed him, reaching out for Taemin’s hand as he did. Their fingers twined and Minho dragged him forward, shifting to kiss his mouth again with the same intensity.

The three continued to share gentle touches and kisses until Jimin’s gentle laugh broke the quiet. “Naughty,” he whispered as he came around the corner. “What if someone catches you?”

“Would they even begin to know what to make of us?” Taemin asked. He gasped. “Your hair!”

Jimin grinned, running his fingers through his hair. Previously a pale pinkish blonde, it was a vibrant peachy pink-orange now.

“It is amazing,�� Minho praised, reaching out and running his fingers through it. “It’s so bright,” Taehyung agreed, beaming. He hurried up to Jimin, running his fingers through it. “So cool.”

“Thank you. I wanted a change for our first… Date.”

Taehyung went forward, kissing Jimin. “I love it,” he whispered.

“It’s perfect,” Taemin agreed. “But don’t ever do it again.” He pouted. “You’re dating a stylist. Let me dye your hair next time, okay?”

Jimin laughed and nodded. “Okay.”

“Speaking of which,” Taehyung said. “What do you think about doing just a little of my hair a color? I can’t do too much because of auditions, but I really wanna try a fun color.”

Taemin tilted his head, tapping his finger on his chin. “Hmm, I bet I could do something fun for you.”

As the two talked, Minho slipped between them, wrapping Jimin in his arms. “How was practice?” He asked.

“Exhausting… But knowing I was doing this after kept me going. No cold feet from anyone?”

“Well, we all came early because we were panicking,” Minho admitted.

“Not in a bad way, right? I was nervous but…”

“I just really want it to go well.”

“It will.” Jimin grabbed his hands. “I know it will.” He rose onto his toes and kissed Minho’s mouth, grinning when he went back down. “How close is it to dinner?”

“Hm, about ten minutes. We should head there.” He turned. “Guys, come on, let’s head to the restaurant.”

The walk to the restaurant was quiet, but not entirely uncomfortable. They walked in a loose group, side-by-sides shifting as one sped up or slowed down, shifted to the side for another passerby.

Once at the restaurant, they sat at a circular table, Minho between Taemin and Taehyung, and Jimin almost directly across from him. They ordered with ease, each deciding what to share and what they wanted to try. Despite the nerves that they all seemed to have leading up to the date, things began to flow without a problem. The conversation came easy and the laughter was as plentiful as the food, feeding one another and teasing in the way that would have almost any passerby thinking they were the best of friends, or more.

As dinner shifted into dessert, so did the atmosphere of their table. They became quieter, looks a bit more heated. Though this was their first date, they’d spent the week prior sharing kisses and heavy petting, and the end of a date meant two possibilities for any of them.

Minho sensed the want first with Taemin, having seen the look a hundred times before as he fed him a bite of the cake they’d ordered. Minho reached over under the table, squeezing his thigh. Taemin smirked, bottom lip slipping between his teeth.

“We’re in public,” Jimin scolded without venom. Minho felt his foot slide over his ankle, and smirked. He took his fork and cut off a bit of cake, offering it to Taehyung. Moments before Taehyung took it, Minho leaned forward, snagging it off his own fork and nearly pressing their lips together. Taehyung gasped a little, and their proximity allowed Minho to watch his pupils dilate… The point had been made to him as well.

“We should get the check,” Jimin whispered. Taemin nodded. Minho leaned back. He called for the check, not missing the heavy silence around the table. They were all thinking it.

“Should we get a car back?” Taemin asked as they gathered their jackets to leave.

“Whose house are we going to?” Taehyung wondered. They held their conversation until they reached the street, walking toward the bus stop even as they discussed.

“I think we should go to Minho-hyung’s,” Jimin said. “He’s got the largest space, I think, and one of the more private homes. Taemin-hyung has his parents, my place is small, and you live in a really crowded complex.”

“I agree. And Minho-hyung has the biggest bed, let’s be very serious,” Taemin said. Taehyung choked on air, and Minho chuckled.

“I think we were avoiding the elephant in the room there, Tae.”

“Well I’m not. First date or not, I’ve been itching to make love to all three of you for a solid week or more. And I intend to… If you guys want to.”

“Oh we do.”

“Of course, don’t be silly.”

“Yeah, of course,” the chorus of the others rose up.

“I think a car is fine, we can split it,” Minho said. “And it’ll be a bit faster than the bus route.”

“And more private,” Jimin agreed.

Minho stepped to the street side to hail a car, his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest.  

Heavy, but comfortable silence seemed to be the theme of the night for the quad as they made their way from location to location. The car ride was cramped and silent, each clearly in their own heads. The elevator up to Minho’s apartment, even as they removed their coats and shoes, silence save for their breathing.

They stood in the living room in a loose circle, each staring at one another. Taemin chuckled. “Aren’t we a bunch?”

“Acting like a bunch of virgins is more like,” Jimin grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “As if we haven’t been itching for this.” He stepped forward and grabbed Jimin’s hand, dragging him toward the bedroom. Jimin made a surprised noise, and the other two followed.

Once there, the tension from the living room slipped away. Taehyung shoved Jimin against the wall, kissing him hard and possessively. At the same time, Taemin began to tug at the buttons on Minho’s shirt, alternating between kissing his neck and mouth. Minho reached for Jimin, catching his hand and giving it a squeeze. Minho made a small noise of protest when he felt one of his buttons rip, but Taemin giggled.

“Sorry,” he mumbled against his mouth.

“No need to rush,” Taehyung scolded. He backed away from Jimin to shove Taemin away from Minho, pushing him back until his knees hit the bed. They collapsed onto it hard enough that the springs squeaked.

Minho turned to Jimin, tossing his shirt aside before sliding his hands under Jimin’s shirt. “You already look absolutely taken apart,” he mumbled, noticing the flush of Jimin’s cheeks.

“I’m in heaven,” he mumbled.

“Well don’t fly away at this moment. You’ve seen nothing yet.” Minho brushed his thumbs over Jimin’s toned belly before lifting his shirt and yanking it off. He sank to his knees, undoing Jimin’s belt.

“Oh—” Jimin placed his hands on Minho’s shoulders, mouth falling open in surprise.

Minho tugged his jeans down, nuzzling against the hardening bulge in his boxers. He pulled back and winked.

“Get on the bed.” He rose, stripping out of his own jeans.

On the bed, Taehyung had stripped Taemin down to his boxers, and was in just his jeans as he kissed over his bare chest, making a point to bite and suck his nipples as he moved down. Taemin moaned helplessly, fingers buried in Taehyung’s hair. Minho crawled into bed with them, Jimin on the other side, and silenced Taemin with a kiss.

Jimin moved down, working Taehyung’s pants off before moving up to tug at Taemin’s boxers.

“First one naked,” Minho teased Taemin when his boxers were tossed aside.

“Better catch up then,” Taemin panted. His back arched when Taehyung took his cock into his mouth, sucking gently. At the same time, Jimin pushed Taemin’s legs open, lapping at his hole.

Minho passed a bottle of lube down to him and moved down, shedding his own boxers. He adjusted Jimin until he was on his knees, still able to reach Taemin, and shoved Jimin’s boxers down as well as he could. He spread Jimin open, running his thumb over his tight hole. Jimin whined softly.

“He’s sensitive,” Taemin rasped, one hand buried in Taehyung’s hair, the other in Jimin’s.

“Good.” Minho leaned forward, setting to work licking and sucking and biting at Jimin’s hole. Jimin shouted against Taemin, his hips jerking back.

Taehyung shifted, kissing Jimin’s parted lips. “Lay up with him. Enjoy it, I’ll handle this.”

Jimin nodded. Minho let him go to kick off his boxers and lay next to Taemin. The two immediately leaned together, sharing a deep kiss and swallowing one another’s moans as Minho and Taehyung shifted and set to work loosening and opening their lovers. They passed the lube back and forth, working them open gently as they sucked their cocks, keeping the focus on the pleasure and trying to avoid discomfort. Taehyung reached over, sliding his long fingers into Jimin’s fluttering ass to help Minho stretch him open, pulling off Taemin’s cock long enough to press a messy kiss to Minho’s mouth.

When the two were relaxed enough, Minho shifted, pulling Taehyung’s boxers off and tossing them aside. Jimin moved over immediately, pushing Taemin’s legs up and lining his cock up.

“Ready?” He asked.

Taemin nodded. Taehyung reached over, grabbing Jimin’s cock and adding more lube to it as they kissed. Jimin pressed slow and steady into Taemin, both of them moaning loudly. Minho pushed Taehyung onto the bed, swallowing his cock down even as the two fucked next to them. Taehyung buried his fingers in Minho’s hair, pumping his hips up hard enough to gag him every few thrusts.

Taemin swore, reaching down to fist Minho’s hair as well. He kissed Taehyung messily as Jimin pumped into him, his legs resting on Jimin’s shoulders.

Minho moved back, watching the two fuck for a moment. He reached out, slipping two fingers into Jimin’s loosened hole and chuckling when Jimin’s hips stuttered.

“Wanna?” He asked Taehyung.

“Share?” Taehyung suggested. Minho nodded. The two climbed behind Jimin, pushing Taemin’s legs open before shoving Jimin into a lying position over him. Minho went first, slicking his cock and driving it into Jimin’s hole. The three moaned, each thrust from Minho causing Jimin to drive deeper into Taemin. Just when the three build a comfortable rhythm, Minho pulled out, allowing Taehyung to drive his cock home. Jimin shouted, his hips jerking back in surprise. Taehyung was thicker, upsetting the previous balance he’d gotten. Taehyung’s thrusts were far sharper, forcing Jimin’s hips forward into the writhing Taemin over and over.

Back and forth, Minho and Taehyung switched until Jimin was pleading to come, each switch edging him forward and dragging him back despite Taemin’s ass squeezing his cock.

“Our turn with Tae,” Taehyung said, slapping his ass.

Jimin obeyed with a pitiful whine, pulling out. He shifted over, keeping his ass in the air in a silent plea.

“Go ahead,” Minho said, motioning to Taemin. “I’ll take care of our pretty dancer first.”

He drove back into Jimin, reaching forward and yanking his head up by his hair. “Watch,” he whispered.

Jimin looked over, watching Taehyung slick his cock and drive into Taemin.

Taemin’s back arched beautifully off the bed, his head thrown back in pleasure. Taehyung fucked into him hard and fast, his teeth gritted. Jimin whined, his ass clenching around Minho’s thrusting cock.

“Wanna help them?” Minho suggested, his breathing coming in sharp pants. He hated how close he already was, but if the cries of his boyfriends were any indication – he wasn’t the only one.

Jimin nodded. Minho pulled out, letting him turn and lie on his side. He went forward, wrapping his lips around Taemin’s cock and beginning to suck and bob his head even as Taehyung fucked him. Taemin groaned, his hands fisting the sheet under him.

“Don’t be rude,” Minho teased, sliding his cock back into Jimin’s used ass. He angled Jimin’s cock down, brushing it against Taemin’s bite swollen bottom lip.

Taemin opened his mouth immediately, moans stifled as Jimin’s cock slid in and bumped the back of his throat. He bobbed his head quickly, reaching up to play with Jimin’s balls as he did.

When Minho was nearly there, Taehyung cried his name.

“Switch?” He suggested. Minho nodded, pulling out of Jimin and standing up for a moment to let his orgasm fade. He wasn’t one for edging, normally, but this was too good to let end this quickly. Jimin and Taemin shifted on the bed so they were both on their sides, legs kicked up as they sucked one another’s cocks. Taehyung caught Minho as they switched sides, their hard, wet cocks bumping as they kissed one another deeply.

Minho slid into Taemin’s ass as nice and slow as he could, focusing on the squeeze of the muscles and the way Taemin whined around the cock in his mouth. He’d fucked him plenty of times before, sure. But this felt different. It felt intimate.

Taehyung pushed into Jimin, gasping. They both remained on their knees as they fucked into their chosen partner, looking down at the scene below them. Their eyes met, and Minho smiled, open mouthed. It had all started with a dumb idea. Pretending to date… And here they were. Absolutely head over heels for one another.

They went forward, kissing over Jimin and Taemin’s forms. They separated and Minho reached across, holding Jimin’s ass as Taehyung groaned. Taehyung did the same for Taemin, a small connection, a reminder that they were all together in this, and in everything else.

Minho saw stars when he finally came, his hips stuttering before going still, buried deep inside Taemin. He could hear Jimin screaming their names, his eyes barely focusing enough to watch as he shuddered, cock throbbing in Taemin’s mouth.

Taehyung came next, as Minho felt the trailing wisps of his orgasm fading. He was much softer, grunting each of his boyfriend’s names. He reached down, stroking Taemin as he did. Minho continued to thrust tiredly, his cock softening inside Taemin. Their attempts were enough; Taemin hissed their names, spilling into Jimin’s open mouth.

The four worked their way into a semi-comfortable laying position, Jimin’s head on Taemin’s chest, Taehyung pressed against Jimin’s back, and Minho on the other side, his arm slung across the four. He was sweating, as were the others, their pants still cutting through the air, hot and humid from their activities.

“Are we gonna try to sleep like this?” Taehyung finally grumbled. Minho chuckled.

“As nice as sleeping together would be, I don’t see it being possible. The bed is soaked with sweat.”

Taemin cuddled a little closer to him, a quiet plea for attention. He kissed along his jaw gently.

“Why don’t you take Jimin to shower, Tae? Me and Taemin will change the sheets and get it cooled off in here, then we can switch. That way we can try to sleep together.”

Taehyung nodded. He rose, helping Jimin to his feet. He leaned over and kissed Taemin and Minho both, smiling softly before guiding Jimin out and toward the bathroom.

Taemin cuddled against Minho.

“That was unbelievable.”

“It was. It felt different, even you and me.”

Taemin nodded. He sat up, stretching, and chuckling when his back popped in a few places. “It was more emotional with all of us,” he agreed.

“How are you feeling?” Minho asked, rubbing his lower back. “Floaty, or here?”

“Bit of both. But I won’t drop.”

“Here’s where you used to dress and move us along like nothing happened,” Minho whispered.

Taemin looked back at him and smiled weakly. “I’m sorry I hurt you like that, hyung. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You already have,” Minho promised. “Let’s get the bed re-made so the boys have a cool place to lie out of the shower.”

“If we hurry, I bet we can join them.”

Minho grinned, sitting up. “That sounds like an excellent plan.”

The two worked to make the bed and join the others, catching them right before they finished in the shower. A handful more heated kisses, and a quick shower of their own, Minho and Taemin crawled into bed with Jimin and Taehyung. A tangle of arms and legs, folding and shifting to fit all four, each seemed determined to touch some part of everyone else. Night had fallen completely by the time the four settled down.

Despite his exhaustion, Minho found himself remaining awake, watching as each of his boyfriends drifted to sleep. Jimin had said earlier he was in heaven, and Minho had to agree with that assessment. There in that moment, with the light of the stars shimmering on the faces of the men sleeping in his arms, Minho had found his heaven.

[here4theheartbreak]

Tasting Starlight Ch.6 (V3Min)

AO3 Link Here

Relationships: Lee Taemin x Park Jimin, Choi Minho x Kim Taehyung, Choi Minho x Kim Taehyung x Lee Taemin x Park Jimin (V3Min) Rating: Explicit

Genres: angst, smut Tags: smut, angst, fake dating, jealousy, pining, friends with benefits, getting together, bottom Taemin, switch Jimin, top Taehyung, top Minho

Summary: Minho has been in love with his best friend since forever. But Taemin was determined to be unattached… Until suddenly he wasn’t. Taehyung spent his entire life pining after happiness with his best friend, only to have it ripped away when Jimin finds someone else. The rational response? Hatch a plan to make their respective crushes jealous. The part where they fell in love with each other, however, wasn’t part of the plan.

Chapter Word Count: ~3.4k

“Have you heard from Taemin-hyung?” Taehyung asked during dinner the following Friday. Minho shook his head.

“I texted him and he responded with that simple like one word, ‘don’t really wanna talk to you’ response. How about you and Jimin?”

“Same. He hasn’t answered my calls all week.”

Minho nodded, sighing. It’d been nearly a week since he’d fought with Jimin. He and Taehyung had both been relatively busy, unable to get together until this evening.

“Do you think they’re mad?” Taehyung worried.

Minho shrugged. He was worried about that very same thing, but Taehyung’s desperate expression had the words dying in his throat.

“I’m sure they’re not. Jimin’s your best friend. He wouldn’t leave you in the dust for this, right?”

Taehyung shrugged, pouting. “I don’t know. We’ve fought like the dickens but he’s always called me back within a day or two. Never this long.”

“Well, he’s got a lot to figure out. Especially if they put it together… What I said. I’m sure he’ll call soon.” He reached across the table and squeezed Taehyung’s wrist. “Smile for me, baby,” he said softly.

Taehyung tried his best, but Minho could still see the worry in his eyes. He smiled softly.

“Why don’t you stay the night? I’m free tomorrow.”

“You sure? I can?”

“We haven’t seen each other all week. Stay up watching cheesy movies and eating popcorn.”

Taehyung’s smile grew a little at Minho’s suggestion.

“I like that idea.”

Minho nodded, grinning. He nudged Taehyung’s plate with his chopsticks. “Finish eating.”

Minho swore under his breath at his phone. He tried to grab it, only to find his arm firmly pinned by Taehyung’s sleeping form. He chuckled, taking a moment to admire Taehyung. Even in his sleep, he was ridiculously beautiful The drool that was forming from his parted, pursed lips was less so, but everyone had their flaws.

Just as Minho was about to shake him awake, Taehyung’s phone began going on, adding the headache inducing cacophony. Taehyung groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He scowled at Minho for a second then rolled over, smacking at his phone before grabbing it. Minho took the moment of freedom to grab his own phone, his arm aching and stiff from the position.

“It’s Taemin.”

“It’s Jimin.” The two spoke at the same time, meeting each other’s gaze.

“I’ll step out,” Minho offered. He rose and padded out of the bedroom, closing the door as he answered the phone. He could hear Taehyung’s deep voice through the wood as he did as well.

“Taemin?”

“Hyung. You answered.”

“Of course I did. I’m not the one who’s been ignoring calls all week.”

There was a heavy silence before Taemin sighed. “I deserved that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine… How have you been?”

“Okay… Missing you,” Taemin said softly. “Yeah, me too.”

“We really need to talk, hyung. About last Saturday. Jimin and I—We’d like to talk to you two. Jimin’s calling Taehyung now…”

“I know, he’s at my house.”

“Oh…” The pause was longer this time.

“I’m okay if you want to talk. Do you want to come over?”

“That might be best… Keep Taehyung there? So Jimin can come too? It’s best we all talk together I think.”

“That’s a good idea,” Minho agreed. “Come on over whenever, okay?”

“An hour?”

“Sure, sounds good. I’ll see you guys soon.”

Minho hung up, sighing heavily. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. The worst thing that could happen would be losing his best friend… But Minho didn’t honestly know how he could deal with that. He stuck his head back into the bedroom and held up his hand. ‘One hour.’ He mouthed to Taehyung, who nodded. “Yeah, an hour is fine – Minho-hyung’s already run it by Taemin-hyung. Right. Bye.” Taehyung hung up and dropped his phone on the bed.

“What are they wanting to talk about?” He lamented.

“I got no idea,” Minho admitted. He flopped onto the bed, letting Taehyung lay his head on his chest.

“Are they going to break off the friendship?”

“I hope not…I’d feel horrible,” Minho admitted. “This was all my fault, I shouldn’t have yelled at Jimin.”

“He wasn’t in the right either,” Taehyung said. He sighed softly. “We should get dressed and ready… I’m not hungry.”

“Me neither. Skip breakfast for now, just get ready. You can shower if you want to.” Taehyung nodded, rising and grabbing his jeans from the floor.

“Can I borrow a shirt?”

“Of course.”

Minho watched Taehyung grab a shirt and head out, anxiety gnawing a hole in his stomach.

Taemin and Jimin looked just as handsome as they always did, standing on Minho’s front porch. Though they were holding hands, Minho could sense a tension between them. Though, he realized, that could be the tension between them and him. The four sat in the living room, no one speaking. Taehyung and Minho sat on the couch, and Taemin and Jimin folded themselves into a large chair kiddie corner to it. Their gazes darted to one another, never lingering for long enough to make any sort of real contact, but just enough to increase the tension already thick throughout the room.

It was Jimin that finally broke the uncomfortable silence. “I owe everyone in this room an apology.”

Minho looked up, a little surprised. Jimin squeezed Taemin’s hand before rising and going to the couch. He bowed, then settled onto the floor in front of Minho and Taehyung.

“My actions on Thursday, first off… That wasn’t fair, Tae. I’m sorry.”

Taehyung nodded. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Jimin said. “I should have come to you with how I was feeling, like an adult, rather than ditching you in hopes it would go away.”

“How you were feeling?” Taehyung pressed.

Jimin nodded, lowering his gaze. “Ever since you got back from filming, I’ve felt… Really jealous. Of both you and Minho-hyung. I didn’t really know why at first, I thought for a minute maybe it was because I felt neglected, but you still tried so hard to make time for just me and you, but whenever you mentioned his name I got this knot in my stomach. But then… When I’d hang out with him and Taemin-hyung, or even all four of us, it was weird. I was… I wanted to be in your place. But … Also in his… But in mine still and I was so confused.” Jimin put his face in his hands, drawing in a shaky breath. Minho shifted on the couch, wanting so badly to reach out and comfort Jimin. He knew exactly how he felt, and it was a painful feeling.

Jimin dropped his hands and looked up at Taehyung, his mouth drooping. “I ditched you that Thursday because I was scared that I wasn’t being loyal to Taemin-hyung. And I felt like he deserved my loyalty… Because when I was with you I felt so happy… Happier than I felt like I should have dating someone else. But I also wanted to spend some time with Minho-hyung because when it was me and him and Taemin-hyung, I could… Wonder. And when we all got together I got so overwhelmed and I snapped at him because I didn’t—I still don’t know what to make of how I feel. And I’m scared, but I needed to come clean to all of you.”

“Jimin,” Taehyung said softly, reaching out for Jimin’s hand.

“There’s more,” Taemin said softly. “After you and he fought, Jimin came clean to me about how he was feeling. It made me realize some things about myself.”

“What things?” Minho asked softly.

“That a lot of how he was feeling… Is feeling... So am I. Hanging out with Taehyung last Saturday really solidified it for me. So many times I saw you two hold hands or touch and I wasn’t mad at Taehyung or Minho-hyung but I wanted to be there too. With both of you. I felt so guilty because I’m dating Jimin and it felt like cheating. When he said he felt the same I… I was so relieved but…”

“We didn’t know what to do,” Jimin finished. “We needed some time to think on our own, and with each other. Which is why we ignored you guys. It wasn’t fair, and we’re sorry for that too.”

“We understand if you want nothing to do with us now,” Taemin said. Minho and Taehyung glanced at one another.

“We… Have a confession too,” Taehyung said softly, lowering his gaze.

“Minho-hyung and I… We were never dating.”

“What?” Jimin spluttered.

“We’re … Fucked up,” Minho admitted. “When Taemin told me he was dating you, I was so mad. Not because he was dating someone, I was used to him dating someone… They came and went from his bed like socks on a foot, honestly. I was always with him… But when you came it changed. He stopped… I became second. I hated you without ever meeting you. Because I’ve always been in love with Taemin.” Minho choked out the confession, feeling Taemin staring at him. “I took friends with benefits because it’s what he’d give. I thought it was all he wanted from anyone. So to learn he didn’t and I wasn’t good enough… It stung.”

“Then he found out that you were my Jimin. And I was so mad about the two of you dating too,” Taehyung said softly. “Because ever since I was a kid, I dreamed of being yours. I wanted to marry you, have kids with you, I daydreamed of it the way kids in our class daydreamed about idols.” He shrugged. “But you never saw me as more than just… Taehyung. I was nobody to you. I wasn’t good enough to be your choice.”

“Taehyung, I never—”

“Let them finish, Jimin,” Taemin said with a surprising tenderness. Minho glanced up at him. Taemin’s expression was stern, but not entirely angry. There was something there he couldn’t quite read. He cleared his throat.

“So we decided to start dating. Fake dating. We knew both of you… You are both such greedy men. You had always wanted us all to yourselves. So we wondered if the same wouldn’t happen even if you were dating someone else.”

“It did,” Taemin agreed.

Minho nodded. “Seems like it. But somewhere along the way… I think… I know that my play acting, the fake dating. It shifted. And my feelings for Taehyung grew into something far more real. I began to think about him as my boyfriend, even though I knew the entire plot was to get you two to maybe see the light, break up and date us.”

“God, saying it out, it sounds so immature,” Taehyung muttered.

“It is,” Jimin said, but his voice wasn’t sharp. He laughed. “It sounds like something out of a bad rom com, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckled himself. “I guess it does.”

“And you two even fell in love during it,” Taemin added. “So what do you think of us then? Now that you’ve found each other?”

“That’s the problem,” Taehyung said. “We still both really like you.”

“Both of you,” Minho said.

“So all four of us are in the same predicament, then?” Jimin asked. “How who’s in the rom com?”

The other three laughed, lightening the tension in the room a little.

“So what do we do?” Minho asked, the smile sliding from his face. “You’re dating each other… We’re still in love with you two… And we don’t know what to do with each other? I—What can we do? I don’t want to lose my friends.”

“You know, for being the oldest of this group, you’re kind of stupid,” Taemin said.

Minho straightened up, his brows furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You’re dumb.” Taemin looked up and smiled. “I thought the answer was obvious.”

“Care to share with the class, hyung?” Jimin prompted.

Taemin shrugged. “We just… Date each other.”

“Date each other?” Minho asked. “Like… All four of us?”

“Yes. I date you and Jimin and Taehyung. You date me and Jimin and Taehyung, Taehyung dates you and me and Jimin, and Jimin dates you and me and Taehyung. A nice, neat little square.”

“Well, wouldn’t that be like a square with an X in it?” Taehyung asked, tapping his chin in thought.”

Taemin’s smile disappeared. He grabbed the small pillow from the chair he was sitting on and hurled it, smacking Taehyung in the side of the head. He grinned when it made contact. “Don’t be so literal!”

“Oww,” Taehyung lamented, rubbing the side of his head.

“Oh, it was a pillow, you baby,” Jimin groaned. “Need me to kiss it better?”

“Yes.”

Jimin sputtered a little, looking at Minho, then Taemin, who both sat quietly.

“Well?” Minho said, motioning to Taehyung. “You offered.”

Taehyung stretched his neck, baring the side of his face toward Jimin.

Jimin swore under his breath but rose and leaned over the coffee table, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “Better?”

“No,” Taehyung pouted. He turned, brushing his nose against Jimin’s. “But it’s a start.” He leaned back, and Minho had to reach out to keep Jimin from falling forward.

“I take it you’re in agreement to the idea,” Taemin said. Taehyung nodded. “I am. I think that the best way to resolve this is to come to a happy medium. And I think that, since we all feel the same way about each other, to some degree, it makes the most sense. Don’t you think so?”

Minho chewed his bottom lip. “I do. I mean… It sounds perfect but… Four men in a relationship? Two men is hard enough in our city.”

“We can make it work,” Jimin said. “I think we can. We all four hung out before this, what’s the difference? We go home and all kiss sometimes in private instead of just two of us doing it.”

Minho nodded. His brows furrowed as he thought it through. Dating all three of them, it was a dream come true. He shook his head.

“I like it, but what about jealousy? We won’t get jealous? We’ll be able to share?”

“I think the most important thing will be communication,” Taemin said. “I had a friend who dated two men. She said the way they kept from being jealous was talking it through when they were. By keeping the air clear, and solving problems before they festered, they were able to keep the peace in a really nice way. And it led to some new understandings, like the guys wanted to try being intimate too, had they let it fester and not say anything, they would have been unhappy. So… If you or me or whoever gets jealous… We need to talk as a group about it, and figure out why it happened, and how to stop it in the future.”

“Wow,” Taehyung said softly, his breathing leaving in a whoosh. “You’re really smart.”

“Hey, I am right here,” Minho lamented.

“You’re smart too, but that was… So thought out.” Taehyung leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his hands.

Jimin rolled his eyes, leaning forward again to shove Taehyung back onto the couch. “I’m not jealous but I might be sick. You’re gross with puppy love.”

“What about time spent? Dates?” Taehyung asked then.

“We might not need equal time,” Minho said, “but Taemin has a point, we need to keep communication open. We should try to find good balances to satisfy each other’s needs. I know you, Taehyung, you need to be alone sometimes, maybe a little more than me or Jimin. Taemin is similar. So I think as long as we try to meet each other’s needs in a balanced manner, and of course, spend time together as all four of us, we should be okay, right? I mean that’s what a relationship is – just meeting one another’s needs and being happy together. The only difference is that there’s more than one other person’s needs to meet.”

“But there’s also more than one other person to meet those needs,” Jimin agreed, “which should hopefully make things less stressful on everyone, once we figure out a good balance.”

The others nodded in agreement.

“So… That’s it then?” Taehyung asked softly. “We’re all dating?”

“I think so,” Jimin said.

Minho nodded, smiling softly. “I don’t know about you guys but… I feel so much more at peace right now. I feel like this was the right decision.”

Taemin rose and settled onto the couch next to Minho. He wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in his neck. “I do too… I missed my best friend. And I think… I think this is good.”

Taehyung scooted closer to Minho, allowing Jimin to settle into the spot he vacated.

“So, when’s our first date?” Jimin asked. The others chuckled but Minho considered, thinking forward into the following week.

“I have a meeting with my agent a few times this week, and a couple of auditions, but I’m free on Thursday night and all day Friday… How about we go on a group date then? Have a nice dinner, maybe go see a movie… Like we did when we all met up the first time but now… Together.”

“I’m free,” Taehyung said. “I have an audition Thursday afternoon, but night I’m okay.”

“I can keep my calendar free,” Taemin agreed.

Jimin nodded as well. “I only have dance practice and that ends at four-thirty, so I’ll be fine for dinner.”

“It’s a date then,” Minho said, nodding. He looked at Taemin. “You’re really not mad about us lying to you?”

“Hm… I think under difference circumstances, I would be. It’s weird. But… It ended up okay, so I think that… Even though I’m not super happy with you lying about it… I get it. I was really selfish. I just assumed you’d always be there and I didn’t think about the fact that maybe you wanted more. I should have.”

Minho kissed his forehead. “We found a good middle ground. That’s what matters.”

“I know we said our first group date was Thursday… But can we get lunch? I skipped breakfast because I was nervous, and I’m kinda starving,” Taehyung whined.

“We could go get lunch,” Jimin offered. “Let these two hang out?”

Taehyung looked at Minho, who nodded. “Fine by me, we didn’t have plans.”

“Cool. Text me later, okay? Do you mind if I wear your shirt out?”

“It’s yours,” Minho said, grinning.

Taehyung beamed from ear to ear, kissing his mouth gently. “Thanks, hyung.” He rose with Jimin grabbing his shoes as they discussed what to go eat. Jimin went over and kissed Taemin’s mouth gently. He hesitated, looking at Minho.

“I—” He frowned a little, brows furrowed as he pouted. “Hm. Is it okay if I… Kiss you?” He asked, his voice losing a few octaves. Minho couldn’t hide his grin at the gentleness of the question.

“Of course it is.”

Jimin leaned forward, hesitatingly. Minho sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. He hooked one hand around the back of Jimin’s neck and pulled him forward, pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss.

Jimin relaxed against him, holding his cheek. Taehyung made a small noise; Minho wasn’t sure if it was a laugh or a squeak, but it sounded just about as happy as he felt on the inside, his heart fluttering at the gentle press of Jimin’s mouth. He pulled back and winked.

“Go get lunch. We’ll talk later.”

Jimin’s cheeks were flushed a splotchy red, his eyes wide. “O—Okay.” He smiled, a bit of an open mouthed, confused look that had Minho chuckling even as the two hurried outside.

Taemin looked up at him and pouted. “You kissed both of them but not me.”

“Aw, are you feeling left out?”

Taemin’s pout increased comically and he nodded.

“Lemme kiss it better.”

He shifted so he and Taemin were more side by side, and cupped his cheeks. Gently, Minho dragged him in for a kiss, allowing it to deepen naturally. Prior to this, the only time they really kissed was either foreplay or during sex. But this felt different. There was no immediate rush to get nude, or even intensify their kisses. There was a gentle, easy comfort about it, even as Taemin shifted closer and buried his fingers in Minho’s hair. It felt… Real. Minho’s heart picked up that all too familiar stutter. Taehyung. Jimin. Taemin… He was pretty sure he was the luckiest man in the world at that very moment.