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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 wasnât. 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, wasnât 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 shouldnât be nervous. It wasnât like heâd 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.
âGetting ready for tonight⌠Do you think I should wear that button down you bought me for Christmas last year? The striped one?â
Minho smiled a little. âIt looks good on you, I think soâ
âAre you nervous?â
âUnbearably. Iâve been fidgeting since noonâ
âAre you home?â
âOn the bus to the restaurant. Iâm early but I figure Iâll wander around the park and try to calm my nervesâ
âGive me twenty minutes to get ready and Iâll head there too, we can walk until closer to time to meet?â
âSounds goodâ
Minho tucked his phone away. It would be fine. It was just the guys. Theyâd hung out plenty of times prior to this. Nothing new. Except that it was a date. A date with the three men heâd fallen so head over heels for. He still wasnât sure how he had managed to pull it off, but he wasnât 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.
âTaehyungie?â
Taehyungâs 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.
âDonât worry, Iâm like an hour early,â Minho said, hurrying over to him. âTaeminâs on his way too. How long have you been here?â
Taehyung smiled sheepishly, tucking the book into his jacket. âSince two. I was really nervous so I thought being outside would help me relax a little. Reading in the park helps me sometimes.â
Minho sat beside him. âI was freaking out too, thatâs why I came. Are you warm enough?â
Taehyung nodded. âJimin texted, said heâd be by a little early to keep me company, heâs gonna cut out of his dance practice a bit early.â
Minho clicked his tongue. âShouldnât do that.â
âNo, but heâs excited. He told me last night heâs re-picked his outfit four times.â
âI know the feeling,â Minho muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
âSame. Jimin said he dyed his hair too.â
âWhat color?â
âHe wonât say. Said itâs a surprise. Should I dye my hair?â Taehyung grabbed his bangs, crossing his eyes to look at it. Minho chuckled.
âYouâd look cute with dyed hair, if you wanted. But youâd have to be careful for film roles.â
âRight, thatâs why I havenât. But maybe just the tips? I could cut them. Or dye it back.â
âYou should talk to Taemin. I bet heâd know exactly what would look amazing on you. He works wonder on hair.â
Taehyung nodded, smiling and letting go of his hair. âWould you ever dye your hair?â
âHe did it white once for me for a film. I liked it okay, but⌠Iâm kinda boring. Taeminâs the fancy one.â
âNot true.â Taehyung poked him playfully. Minho laughed a bit, then sighed.
âIâm so nervous. I shouldnât be nervous, should I?â
âNo, but I get it. This feels big.â
Minho nodded. Taehyung squeezed his wrist. âLetâs go deeper into the park. Thereâs a place thatâs kind of out of the view of people.â
âThat sounds dirty.â Minho teased.
âI wanna kiss you and hold your hand without someone seeing,â Taehyung pouted.
Minho nodded, rising. âLead the way, weâll guide Taemin there once he arrives.â
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.
âSee? Secret spot.â
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 anotherâs 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. âOh, Taeminâs here.â
âIâll step out, tell him to follow the path back.â
Minho nodded, letting go of Taehyungâs hand to respond to Taemin.
The two returned shortly. âHaving fun without me?â Taemin pouted.
âJust a little. Come here.â Minho opened his arms, and both stepped toward him. He hooked an arm around each, pressing a gentle kiss to Taeminâs 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 Taehyungâs 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.
âHurry along  We miss youâ
Jiminâs response came quickly. âIâm hurrying! Iâll be there soon. Are you guys in the little wooded spot in the park?â
âTaehyung took us here. You know it?â
âIâll be there in 10â
âTexting your other boyfriend?â Taemin teased.
âI am, actually, how did you know?â
They laughed a little. âIs he almost here?â Taehyung asked.
âYeah, be here in ten. Come here.â He pulled Taehyung forward and kissed him, reaching out for Taeminâs 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 Jiminâs gentle laugh broke the quiet. âNaughty,â he whispered as he came around the corner. âWhat if someone catches you?â
âWould they even begin to know what to make of us?â Taemin asked. He gasped. âYour hair!â
Jimin grinned, running his fingers through his hair. Previously a pale pinkish blonde, it was a vibrant peachy pink-orange now.
âIt is amazing,�� Minho praised, reaching out and running his fingers through it. âItâs so bright,â Taehyung agreed, beaming. He hurried up to Jimin, running his fingers through it. âSo cool.â
âThank you. I wanted a change for our first⌠Date.â
Taehyung went forward, kissing Jimin. âI love it,â he whispered.
âItâs perfect,â Taemin agreed. âBut donât ever do it again.â He pouted. âYouâre dating a stylist. Let me dye your hair next time, okay?â
Jimin laughed and nodded. âOkay.â
âSpeaking of which,â Taehyung said. âWhat do you think about doing just a little of my hair a color? I canât do too much because of auditions, but I really wanna try a fun color.â
Taemin tilted his head, tapping his finger on his chin. âHmm, I bet I could do something fun for you.â
As the two talked, Minho slipped between them, wrapping Jimin in his arms. âHow was practice?â He asked.
âExhausting⌠But knowing I was doing this after kept me going. No cold feet from anyone?â
âWell, we all came early because we were panicking,â Minho admitted.
âNot in a bad way, right? I was nervous butâŚâ
âI just really want it to go well.â
âIt will.â Jimin grabbed his hands. âI know it will.â He rose onto his toes and kissed Minhoâs mouth, grinning when he went back down. âHow close is it to dinner?â
âHm, about ten minutes. We should head there.â He turned. âGuys, come on, letâs head to the restaurant.â
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, theyâd 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 theyâd ordered. Minho reached over under the table, squeezing his thigh. Taemin smirked, bottom lip slipping between his teeth.
âWeâre in public,â 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.
âWe should get the check,â 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.
âShould we get a car back?â Taemin asked as they gathered their jackets to leave.
âWhose house are we going to?â Taehyung wondered. They held their conversation until they reached the street, walking toward the bus stop even as they discussed.
âI think we should go to Minho-hyungâs,â Jimin said. âHeâs 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.â
âI agree. And Minho-hyung has the biggest bed, letâs be very serious,â Taemin said. Taehyung choked on air, and Minho chuckled.
âI think we were avoiding the elephant in the room there, Tae.â
âWell Iâm not. First date or not, Iâve 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.â
âOh we do.â
âOf course, donât be silly.â
âYeah, of course,â the chorus of the others rose up.
âI think a car is fine, we can split it,â Minho said. âAnd itâll be a bit faster than the bus route.â
âAnd more private,â Jimin agreed.
Minho stepped to the street side to hail a car, his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest. Â
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 Minhoâs 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. âArenât we a bunch?â
âActing like a bunch of virgins is more like,â Jimin grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Taehyung rolled his eyes. âAs if we havenât been itching for this.â He stepped forward and grabbed Jiminâs 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 Minhoâs 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.
âSorry,â he mumbled against his mouth.
âNo need to rush,â 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 Jiminâs shirt. âYou already look absolutely taken apart,â he mumbled, noticing the flush of Jiminâs cheeks.
âIâm in heaven,â he mumbled.
âWell donât fly away at this moment. Youâve seen nothing yet.â Minho brushed his thumbs over Jiminâs toned belly before lifting his shirt and yanking it off. He sank to his knees, undoing Jiminâs belt.
âOhââ Jimin placed his hands on Minhoâs shoulders, mouth falling open in surprise.
Minho tugged his jeans down, nuzzling against the hardening bulge in his boxers. He pulled back and winked.
âGet on the bed.â 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 Taehyungâs hair. Minho crawled into bed with them, Jimin on the other side, and silenced Taemin with a kiss.
Jimin moved down, working Taehyungâs pants off before moving up to tug at Taeminâs boxers.
âFirst one naked,â Minho teased Taemin when his boxers were tossed aside.
âBetter catch up then,â Taemin panted. His back arched when Taehyung took his cock into his mouth, sucking gently. At the same time, Jimin pushed Taeminâs 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 Jiminâs boxers down as well as he could. He spread Jimin open, running his thumb over his tight hole. Jimin whined softly.
âHeâs sensitive,â Taemin rasped, one hand buried in Taehyungâs hair, the other in Jiminâs.
âGood.â Minho leaned forward, setting to work licking and sucking and biting at Jiminâs hole. Jimin shouted against Taemin, his hips jerking back.
Taehyung shifted, kissing Jiminâs parted lips. âLay up with him. Enjoy it, Iâll handle this.â
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 anotherâs 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 Jiminâs fluttering ass to help Minho stretch him open, pulling off Taeminâs cock long enough to press a messy kiss to Minhoâs mouth.
When the two were relaxed enough, Minho shifted, pulling Taehyungâs boxers off and tossing them aside. Jimin moved over immediately, pushing Taeminâs legs up and lining his cock up.
âReady?â He asked.
Taemin nodded. Taehyung reached over, grabbing Jiminâs 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 Minhoâs hair, pumping his hips up hard enough to gag him every few thrusts.
Taemin swore, reaching down to fist Minhoâs hair as well. He kissed Taehyung messily as Jimin pumped into him, his legs resting on Jiminâs shoulders.
Minho moved back, watching the two fuck for a moment. He reached out, slipping two fingers into Jiminâs loosened hole and chuckling when Jiminâs hips stuttered.
âWanna?â He asked Taehyung.
âShare?â Taehyung suggested. Minho nodded. The two climbed behind Jimin, pushing Taeminâs legs open before shoving Jimin into a lying position over him. Minho went first, slicking his cock and driving it into Jiminâs 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 heâd gotten. Taehyungâs thrusts were far sharper, forcing Jiminâs 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 Taeminâs ass squeezing his cock.
âOur turn with Tae,â 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.
âGo ahead,â Minho said, motioning to Taemin. âIâll take care of our pretty dancer first.â
He drove back into Jimin, reaching forward and yanking his head up by his hair. âWatch,â he whispered.
Jimin looked over, watching Taehyung slick his cock and drive into Taemin.
Taeminâs 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 Minhoâs thrusting cock.
âWanna help them?â 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 â he wasnât the only one.
Jimin nodded. Minho pulled out, letting him turn and lie on his side. He went forward, wrapping his lips around Taeminâs cock and beginning to suck and bob his head even as Taehyung fucked him. Taemin groaned, his hands fisting the sheet under him.
âDonât be rude,â Minho teased, sliding his cock back into Jiminâs used ass. He angled Jiminâs cock down, brushing it against Taeminâs bite swollen bottom lip.
Taemin opened his mouth immediately, moans stifled as Jiminâs cock slid in and bumped the back of his throat. He bobbed his head quickly, reaching up to play with Jiminâs balls as he did.
When Minho was nearly there, Taehyung cried his name.
âSwitch?â He suggested. Minho nodded, pulling out of Jimin and standing up for a moment to let his orgasm fade. He wasnât 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 anotherâs cocks. Taehyung caught Minho as they switched sides, their hard, wet cocks bumping as they kissed one another deeply.
Minho slid into Taeminâs 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. Heâd 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 Taeminâs forms. They separated and Minho reached across, holding Jiminâs 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 Taeminâs mouth.
Taehyung came next, as Minho felt the trailing wisps of his orgasm fading. He was much softer, grunting each of his boyfriendâs 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 Jiminâs open mouth.
The four worked their way into a semi-comfortable laying position, Jiminâs head on Taeminâs chest, Taehyung pressed against Jiminâs 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.
âAre we gonna try to sleep like this?â Taehyung finally grumbled. Minho chuckled.
âAs nice as sleeping together would be, I donât see it being possible. The bed is soaked with sweat.â
Taemin cuddled a little closer to him, a quiet plea for attention. He kissed along his jaw gently.
âWhy donât 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.â
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.
âThat was unbelievable.â
âIt was. It felt different, even you and me.â
Taemin nodded. He sat up, stretching, and chuckling when his back popped in a few places. âIt was more emotional with all of us,â he agreed.
âHow are you feeling?â Minho asked, rubbing his lower back. âFloaty, or here?â
âBit of both. But I wonât drop.â
âHereâs where you used to dress and move us along like nothing happened,â Minho whispered.
Taemin looked back at him and smiled weakly. âIâm sorry I hurt you like that, hyung. Iâll make it up to you.â
âYou already have,â Minho promised. âLetâs get the bed re-made so the boys have a cool place to lie out of the shower.â
âIf we hurry, I bet we can join them.â
Minho grinned, sitting up. âThat sounds like an excellent plan.â
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.
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Tasting Starlight Ch.6 (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 wasnât. 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, wasnât part of the plan.
Chapter Word Count: ~3.4k
âHave you heard from Taemin-hyung?â Taehyung asked during dinner the following Friday. Minho shook his head.
âI texted him and he responded with that simple like one word, âdonât really wanna talk to youâ response. How about you and Jimin?â
âSame. He hasnât answered my calls all week.â
Minho nodded, sighing. Itâd been nearly a week since heâd fought with Jimin. He and Taehyung had both been relatively busy, unable to get together until this evening.
âDo you think theyâre mad?â Taehyung worried.
Minho shrugged. He was worried about that very same thing, but Taehyungâs desperate expression had the words dying in his throat.
âIâm sure theyâre not. Jiminâs your best friend. He wouldnât leave you in the dust for this, right?â
Taehyung shrugged, pouting. âI donât know. Weâve fought like the dickens but heâs always called me back within a day or two. Never this long.â
âWell, heâs got a lot to figure out. Especially if they put it together⌠What I said. Iâm sure heâll call soon.â He reached across the table and squeezed Taehyungâs wrist. âSmile for me, baby,â he said softly.
Taehyung tried his best, but Minho could still see the worry in his eyes. He smiled softly.
âWhy donât you stay the night? Iâm free tomorrow.â
âYou sure? I can?â
âWe havenât seen each other all week. Stay up watching cheesy movies and eating popcorn.â
Taehyungâs smile grew a little at Minhoâs suggestion.
âI like that idea.â
Minho nodded, grinning. He nudged Taehyungâs plate with his chopsticks. âFinish eating.â
Minho swore under his breath at his phone. He tried to grab it, only to find his arm firmly pinned by Taehyungâs 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, Taehyungâs 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.
âItâs Taemin.â
âItâs Jimin.â The two spoke at the same time, meeting each otherâs gaze.
âIâll step out,â Minho offered. He rose and padded out of the bedroom, closing the door as he answered the phone. He could hear Taehyungâs deep voice through the wood as he did as well.
âTaemin?â
âHyung. You answered.â
âOf course I did. Iâm not the one whoâs been ignoring calls all week.â
There was a heavy silence before Taemin sighed. âI deserved that. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs fine⌠How have you been?â
âOkay⌠Missing you,â Taemin said softly. âYeah, me too.â
âWe really need to talk, hyung. About last Saturday. Jimin and IâWeâd like to talk to you two. Jiminâs calling Taehyung nowâŚâ
âI know, heâs at my house.â
âOhâŚâ The pause was longer this time.
âIâm okay if you want to talk. Do you want to come over?â
âThat might be best⌠Keep Taehyung there? So Jimin can come too? Itâs best we all talk together I think.â
âThatâs a good idea,â Minho agreed. âCome on over whenever, okay?â
âAn hour?â
âSure, sounds good. Iâll see you guys soon.â
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 didnât honestly know how he could deal with that. He stuck his head back into the bedroom and held up his hand. âOne hour.â He mouthed to Taehyung, who nodded. âYeah, an hour is fine â Minho-hyungâs already run it by Taemin-hyung. Right. Bye.â Taehyung hung up and dropped his phone on the bed.
âWhat are they wanting to talk about?â He lamented.
âI got no idea,â Minho admitted. He flopped onto the bed, letting Taehyung lay his head on his chest.
âAre they going to break off the friendship?â
âI hope notâŚIâd feel horrible,â Minho admitted. âThis was all my fault, I shouldnât have yelled at Jimin.â
âHe wasnât in the right either,â Taehyung said. He sighed softly. âWe should get dressed and ready⌠Iâm not hungry.â
âMe neither. Skip breakfast for now, just get ready. You can shower if you want to.â Taehyung nodded, rising and grabbing his jeans from the floor.
âCan I borrow a shirt?â
âOf course.â
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 Minhoâs 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. âI owe everyone in this room an apology.â
Minho looked up, a little surprised. Jimin squeezed Taeminâs hand before rising and going to the couch. He bowed, then settled onto the floor in front of Minho and Taehyung.
âMy actions on Thursday, first off⌠That wasnât fair, Tae. Iâm sorry.â
Taehyung nodded. âItâs okay.â
âItâs not,â Jimin said. âI should have come to you with how I was feeling, like an adult, rather than ditching you in hopes it would go away.â
âHow you were feeling?â Taehyung pressed.
Jimin nodded, lowering his gaze. âEver since you got back from filming, Iâve felt⌠Really jealous. Of both you and Minho-hyung. I didnât 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 Iâd 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.â 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. âI ditched you that Thursday because I was scared that I wasnât 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 didnâtâI still donât know what to make of how I feel. And Iâm scared, but I needed to come clean to all of you.â
âJimin,â Taehyung said softly, reaching out for Jiminâs hand.
âThereâs more,â Taemin said softly. âAfter you and he fought, Jimin came clean to me about how he was feeling. It made me realize some things about myself.â
âWhat things?â Minho asked softly.
âThat 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 wasnât mad at Taehyung or Minho-hyung but I wanted to be there too. With both of you. I felt so guilty because Iâm dating Jimin and it felt like cheating. When he said he felt the same I⌠I was so relieved butâŚâ
âWe didnât know what to do,â Jimin finished. âWe needed some time to think on our own, and with each other. Which is why we ignored you guys. It wasnât fair, and weâre sorry for that too.â
âWe understand if you want nothing to do with us now,â Taemin said. Minho and Taehyung glanced at one another.
âWe⌠Have a confession too,â Taehyung said softly, lowering his gaze.
âMinho-hyung and I⌠We were never dating.â
âWhat?â Jimin spluttered.
âWeâre ⌠Fucked up,â Minho admitted. âWhen 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 Iâve always been in love with Taemin.â Minho choked out the confession, feeling Taemin staring at him. âI took friends with benefits because itâs what heâd give. I thought it was all he wanted from anyone. So to learn he didnât and I wasnât good enough⌠It stung.â
âThen he found out that you were my Jimin. And I was so mad about the two of you dating too,â Taehyung said softly. âBecause 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.â He shrugged. âBut you never saw me as more than just⌠Taehyung. I was nobody to you. I wasnât good enough to be your choice.â
âTaehyung, I neverââ
âLet them finish, Jimin,â Taemin said with a surprising tenderness. Minho glanced up at him. Taeminâs expression was stern, but not entirely angry. There was something there he couldnât quite read. He cleared his throat.
âSo 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 wouldnât happen even if you were dating someone else.â
âIt did,â Taemin agreed.
Minho nodded. âSeems 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.â
âGod, saying it out, it sounds so immature,â Taehyung muttered.
âIt is,â Jimin said, but his voice wasnât sharp. He laughed. âIt sounds like something out of a bad rom com, Tae.â
Taehyung chuckled himself. âI guess it does.â
âAnd you two even fell in love during it,â Taemin added. âSo what do you think of us then? Now that youâve found each other?â
âThatâs the problem,â Taehyung said. âWe still both really like you.â
âBoth of you,â Minho said.
âSo all four of us are in the same predicament, then?â Jimin asked. âHow whoâs in the rom com?â
The other three laughed, lightening the tension in the room a little.
âSo what do we do?â Minho asked, the smile sliding from his face. âYouâre dating each other⌠Weâre still in love with you two⌠And we donât know what to do with each other? IâWhat can we do? I donât want to lose my friends.â
âYou know, for being the oldest of this group, youâre kind of stupid,â Taemin said.
Minho straightened up, his brows furrowing. âExcuse me?â
âYouâre dumb.â Taemin looked up and smiled. âI thought the answer was obvious.â
âCare to share with the class, hyung?â Jimin prompted.
Taemin shrugged. âWe just⌠Date each other.â
âDate each other?â Minho asked. âLike⌠All four of us?â
âYes. 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.â
âWell, wouldnât that be like a square with an X in it?â Taehyung asked, tapping his chin in thought.â
Taeminâs 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. âDonât be so literal!â
âOww,â Taehyung lamented, rubbing the side of his head.
âOh, it was a pillow, you baby,â Jimin groaned. âNeed me to kiss it better?â
âYes.â
Jimin sputtered a little, looking at Minho, then Taemin, who both sat quietly.
âWell?â Minho said, motioning to Taehyung. âYou offered.â
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. âBetter?â
âNo,â Taehyung pouted. He turned, brushing his nose against Jiminâs. âBut itâs a start.â He leaned back, and Minho had to reach out to keep Jimin from falling forward.
âI take it youâre in agreement to the idea,â Taemin said. Taehyung nodded. âI 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. Donât you think so?â
Minho chewed his bottom lip. âI do. I mean⌠It sounds perfect but⌠Four men in a relationship? Two men is hard enough in our city.â
âWe can make it work,â Jimin said. âI think we can. We all four hung out before this, whatâs the difference? We go home and all kiss sometimes in private instead of just two of us doing it.â
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.
âI like it, but what about jealousy? We wonât get jealous? Weâll be able to share?â
âI think the most important thing will be communication,â Taemin said. âI 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.â
âWow,â Taehyung said softly, his breathing leaving in a whoosh. âYouâre really smart.â
âHey, I am right here,â Minho lamented.
âYouâre smart too, but that was⌠So thought out.â 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. âIâm not jealous but I might be sick. Youâre gross with puppy love.â
âWhat about time spent? Dates?â Taehyung asked then.
âWe might not need equal time,â Minho said, âbut Taemin has a point, we need to keep communication open. We should try to find good balances to satisfy each otherâs 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 otherâs needs in a balanced manner, and of course, spend time together as all four of us, we should be okay, right? I mean thatâs what a relationship is â just meeting one anotherâs needs and being happy together. The only difference is that thereâs more than one other personâs needs to meet.â
âBut thereâs also more than one other person to meet those needs,â Jimin agreed, âwhich should hopefully make things less stressful on everyone, once we figure out a good balance.â
The others nodded in agreement.
âSo⌠Thatâs it then?â Taehyung asked softly. âWeâre all dating?â
âI think so,â Jimin said.
Minho nodded, smiling softly. âI donât know about you guys but⌠I feel so much more at peace right now. I feel like this was the right decision.â
Taemin rose and settled onto the couch next to Minho. He wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in his neck. âI do too⌠I missed my best friend. And I think⌠I think this is good.â
Taehyung scooted closer to Minho, allowing Jimin to settle into the spot he vacated.
âSo, whenâs our first date?â Jimin asked. The others chuckled but Minho considered, thinking forward into the following week.
âI have a meeting with my agent a few times this week, and a couple of auditions, but Iâm 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.â
âIâm free,â Taehyung said. âI have an audition Thursday afternoon, but night Iâm okay.â
âI can keep my calendar free,â Taemin agreed.
Jimin nodded as well. âI only have dance practice and that ends at four-thirty, so Iâll be fine for dinner.â
âItâs a date then,â Minho said, nodding. He looked at Taemin. âYouâre really not mad about us lying to you?â
âHm⌠I think under difference circumstances, I would be. Itâs weird. But⌠It ended up okay, so I think that⌠Even though Iâm not super happy with you lying about it⌠I get it. I was really selfish. I just assumed youâd always be there and I didnât think about the fact that maybe you wanted more. I should have.â
Minho kissed his forehead. âWe found a good middle ground. Thatâs what matters.â
âI know we said our first group date was Thursday⌠But can we get lunch? I skipped breakfast because I was nervous, and Iâm kinda starving,â Taehyung whined.
âWe could go get lunch,â Jimin offered. âLet these two hang out?â
Taehyung looked at Minho, who nodded. âFine by me, we didnât have plans.â
âCool. Text me later, okay? Do you mind if I wear your shirt out?â
âItâs yours,â Minho said, grinning.
Taehyung beamed from ear to ear, kissing his mouth gently. âThanks, hyung.â He rose with Jimin grabbing his shoes as they discussed what to go eat. Jimin went over and kissed Taeminâs mouth gently. He hesitated, looking at Minho.
âIââ He frowned a little, brows furrowed as he pouted. âHm. Is it okay if I⌠Kiss you?â He asked, his voice losing a few octaves. Minho couldnât hide his grin at the gentleness of the question.
âOf course it is.â
Jimin leaned forward, hesitatingly. Minho sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. He hooked one hand around the back of Jiminâs 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 wasnât 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 Jiminâs mouth. He pulled back and winked.
âGo get lunch. Weâll talk later.â
Jiminâs cheeks were flushed a splotchy red, his eyes wide. âOâOkay.â 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. âYou kissed both of them but not me.â
âAw, are you feeling left out?â
Taeminâs pout increased comically and he nodded.
âLemme kiss it better.â
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 Minhoâs hair. It felt⌠Real. Minhoâs 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.
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