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The entire room was filled with sweat, the sounds of my boyfriend, Min Yoongi, moaning Jimin's name like he was a patron saint, and my very uneven heavy breathing.

My hand was wrapped so firmly around my dick that I was surprised I hadn't lost any feeling in it. Quite the opposite, actually... I was feeling way too much.

Sweat gleaned off of Jimin's shoulders, his back leaning over Yoongi - my Yoongi - and his lips whispering whatever ungodly filth he could think of.

Yoongi was on his knees, and his perfectly proportioned thighs were absolutely shaking. His chest was plastered to the wall, and his hands were being held behind him by Jimin, who I have never, ever considered to be even remotely dominant, and here he is, churning Yoongi's insides like he was trying to make butter.

There was too much to focus on at the moment to even process how exactly this all happened. But I think the sexual tension began as soon as Jimin and Yoongi came back home.

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"Alright, Jiminie, I need you to be big for Daddy when we get into the apartment, okay baby?" Yoongi asked softly as he caressed Jimin's thigh inside the car, parked in the parking lot.

Jimin pursed his lips, and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't wanna see him..." he whined, already beginning to come out of his headspace once he realized he did need to be big for Yoongi.

This was probably going to hurt, a lot. But even Jimin knew that it had to be done, and he needed to get through it.

Yoongi tilted his head and gave Jimin a sympathetic look. "Baby... I know you don't want to go through this but it's so much better to just knock it out of the park than to let it linger. Remember, we're both hurt by this..." he said soothingly, his thumb running over the top of Jimin's.

Finally, Jimin sighed and nodded, unbuckling as he forced himself to be a big boy, and he got out of the car. He stared at the sidewalk leading up to their apartment door like it was on fire, and he really didn't feel like going through it.

Ten minutes later, Jimin was sitting on the couch, his eyes gazing into his own lap, his hands and fingers tangling with each other. His jaw was clenched, and his brows were furrowed. Yoongi was sitting next to him, and unlike Jimin, he was staring at Jungkook.

Jungkook was squirming beneath his hard gaze, and it was unbearable. "Please just say something..." he muttered, feeling like a kicked dog.

"What do you expect me to say something, Jungkook? This isn't something you can dispel with an apology. You hurt both of us. I understand that you spoke to me before about it, and saying you just wanted to kiss Taehyung to see what it would do, but I in no way gave you permission to fuck him. Do you have any idea how this makes either of us feel?" Yoongi spoke up, and amidst the gravity of the atmosphere, Jimin found himself admiring how Yoongi was able to compose himself so easily during an argument such as this.

Something stirred within Jimin's brain, and he realized he needed to speak up and say something, or Jungkook might not know just how he felt about this.

"I... I have something to say," Jimin spoke, and both Yoongi and Jungkook snapped to attention upon hearing his crackly, dry voice. He had barely spoken a word. "I... I don't really think you realize the depth of what you did... and, since I'm recently a part of this relationship, logically, I have no business delving into stuff like this, or having opinions about what you do or who you loved... but, I... I've really fallen for you, Jungkook, and... and I've fallen for you so hard that even now, even when my heart is breaking, I just wish I could hug you and feel you hug me back and smell you and be reminded why I chose you..."

Tears brimmed at the edges of Jungkook's eyes, and he felt a lump form in his throat. He knew it was Jimin's turn to speak, so he said nothing.

"God, Jungkook, I'm so desperately in love with you but- knowing that you love, or loved, someone else so deeply that you couldn't decide who to choose hurts me more than you can ever imagine. And Yoongi, I... I can't believe he's as calm and collected as he is right now, because you two have been with each other much longer than I have. And I admire that about him, but I feel like... I feel like I don't have that much self control, and if I were him, I wouldn't be so nice.." he said, staring at his lap as tears fell from his eyes, and his mouth was moving on autopilot, and his vision was bleary.

Yoongi's eyes softened as he looked at Jimin, his sweet, sweet boy, and his heart tugged at his chest. He couldn't imagine what was really going through his head at the moment. He knew the words he spoke were only a distant echo of what he originally shouted into his brain.

Jungkook stared at him too, and all he could think about was how he had messed up. He had sought personal assurance rather than talking with his boyfriends, the people that chose him. He felt horrible and he didn't know what he was going to do to make it up to either of them.

Jimin licked his lips before he suddenly hoisted himself up, standing and walking past both of them. "I'm going to my room."

That was all he said before he walked down the hallway and slammed the door behind him, making Jungkook flinch slightly. He didn't handle this stuff well.

Yoongi just looked at Jungkook and shook his head. "I'm going to talk to him. Eat whatever you want for dinner. I'm sleeping with Jimin tonight."

And with that, Jungkook was left all alone once again, and he felt disgusted by himself, and what he had done.