6oulmate||polyamory

""Ah, fresh air!" Hoseok stretched his arms high above his head as he stepped out of the airport, taking a deep breath.

"Oh, look over there." Jin pointed toward a man standing near the entrance, holding a sign with the name of their hotel written in bold letters.

Namjoon adjusted his grip on their luggage and made his way toward the man. The stranger gave a polite bow before speaking.

"The Kim's?"

"That's us," Taehyung answered smoothly, slipping off his sunglasses.

The man nodded, bowing once more before reaching for their luggage. Namjoon helped him load the bags into the trunk while the others took a moment to absorb their surroundings.

"This is beautiful," Taehyung murmured in awe.

"This is the airport," Yoongi snorted.

"Still beautiful," Taehyung shot back, placing his hands on his hips defiantly.

Jungkook chuckled from behind before draping his arms over Taehyung’s shoulders. "Let's go," he said, nudging him forward just as Namjoon called out from ahead.

Their small banter faded as excitement took over, smiles replacing any lingering fatigue.

---

"This is nice," Jimin sighed in contentment, nuzzling deeper into Namjoon’s chest as they lay on the hotel bed.

"It really is," Namjoon agreed, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer. Jimin hummed in satisfaction, completely at ease.

A shuffle from the doorway caught their attention. Yoongi stood there, arms crossed. "Move over," he muttered, nodding toward the space beside them.

Jimin pouted. "Hyung—"

Before he could finish, Yoongi flopped down behind him, lazily draping an arm over his waist.

"Jin’s being annoying," he grumbled, eyes half-lidded in exhaustion. "Figured I’d sleep here instead."

Jimin giggled, shifting to look at him. Their eyes met, and without hesitation, Jimin leaned in, pressing a soft peck to Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi smirked. "That all?"

"Shh, let’s just sleep. I'm exhausted from the travel," Namjoon mumbled, barely holding back a yawn.

Jimin chuckled at the sight and nodded. "Good night."

---

A restless squirm pulled Yoongi from sleep. He blinked groggily, his voice heavy with sleep.

"What's wrong, Jimin?"

Instead of answering, Jimin slid a hand to Yoongi’s waist and pushed his hips forward in silent demand.

Yoongi stilled. Then, a knowing smirk spread across his lips. "Oh," he murmured. "You need help?"

Jimin whined softly, pressing closer, his arousal evident as he rutted against Yoongi with slow, deliberate movements.

"Guess that’s a yes," Yoongi whispered, gripping Jimin’s ass and giving it a teasing tap.

Jimin whimpered, seeking more, his lips blindly searching for Yoongi’s. But the older man pulled away just before their lips could meet, enjoying the sound of Jimin’s impatient whine.

A chuckle rumbled from Yoongi’s chest before he finally indulged him, pressing their lips together in a deep, slow kiss. Jimin moaned into it, his fingers tangling in Yoongi’s hair.