don't think about it too much (too much, too much, too much) {jeongguk/jimin/taehyung, pg15}
jeongguk/jimin/taehyung - pg15 - 2.6k
he leans forward and kisses jimin hard, dropping the grocery bags and kissing him with that same rushed urgency he’d felt when taehyung was going away, even though he’d only known him for minutes, half an hour at best. a panic, like if he doesn’t do this, he’ll regret it forever.
warnings: hints at sex bc im a weenie and i havent written a fic with The Full Sex yet
a/n: written for a prompt over on tumblr, based off of rapmon's too much
Kim Taehyung is Jimin’s first love. He’s loved a lot of people- it’s not in his nature to do anything but love, but Taehyung is the first time it’s something more, when it’s more than a group of friends going out for yogurt, more than studying together because they’re the only two people who can tolerate each other for that long of a period of time. And it’s hard to say it like that, but it’s true, considering the fact that it’s Taehyung who started it first, leaning over to kiss Jimin one day like it was nothing, like it wasn’t crossing the line away from best friends and into something more.
But Jimin would be lying if he said he didn’t kiss back. Or that he hadn’t been thinking about this for weeks, or that Seokjin had told him that he was being obvious and should just confess already. Taehyung tastes like the stars, tongues melding together, skin brushing skin and laughter in the middle of the night when neither of them are supposed to be awake but they’re too busy being pressed up against each other nose to nose to bother caring about anything called rules.
It’s bizarre, to Jimin- he’s never loved like this before. And he’s always been one to throw around the word freely, because he has a heart that’s too big and he would carry the world with him if he could, and he often tries to.
Taehyung is different. Taehyung is more. Taehyung is everything.
*
Taehyung meets Jeon Jeongguk at a bus stop, three miles away from his house, while the sky sobs and drenches the streets, clothes sticky and wet. He could be walking, but he forgot his umbrella and he doesn’t want his phone to get rained on while he’s trying to text Jimin, so instead he’s using the last of his wallet to take the bus.
He doesn’t take notice of him at first- it’s not until the few occupants of the stop are piling into the bus that he actually sees the boy, who as of a moment ago was about to take the seat Taehyung just planted himself in.
“Oh, sorry-” Taehyung says, and he can’t draw his eyes away from the shock of red hair, not bright but vibrant enough to rival his own orange, and he stands. “Didn’t see you there.”
“It’s okay,” the kid mumbles, shy, glancing down at the floor. “You don’t need to move, it’s okay-”
“No, really, I insist-”
He’s stubborn, looking up at Taehyung, now. “I can tell you’re older than me, so just take the seat,” he hissed, embarrassment flickering across his face. He's got this heat, this intensity in his eyes that takes Taehyung's breath away-- he pauses for a moment, freezing instead of speaking, unable to retort.
As it turns out, neither of them end up sitting, because an elderly woman boards last minute and Taehyung immediately gives up the seat to her, leaving Jeongguk and Taehyung uncomfortably pressed against each other amidst all of the other standing passengers, eyes trained on their feet and not each other. Taehyung has to stop himself from looking up again after he caught the curve of Jeongguk's jaw, clenched, either from discomfort or irritation. (Probably both.)
Taehyung wouldn’t have ever seen him again if he didn’t have a last minute change of heart and tugged on his wrist right before the kid left for his stop, only one before his. “Wait,” he breathed, and he’s asking himself, why is he doing this? He’s a stranger. A pretty stranger, but a stranger.
“What,” the red-haired boy asks warily, glancing nervously between the people getting off of the bus and Taehyung.
“My number- we should get something to eat sometime,” he says, and the kid looks at him incredulously, but Taehyung whips out his pen and scribbles on Jeongguk’s captive wrist before he can get away. “My name’s Taehyung.”
The boy looked like he had been about to speak when there’s a final warning call for people getting off, and he rushes away, not sparing a final glance in Taehyung’s direction.
The doors had closed and they were already rolling away when Taehyung heard someone calling for him.
“Hyung! Hyung-” and, it was him, he was yelling at the bus as it drove away, rain rolling down his face. “My name is Jeongguk!”
Taehyung laughed, pointing his face out the window, ignoring the people staring, “nice to meet you, Jeongguk!”
And then Jeon Jeongguk is gone, around the corner, hidden by the fog of rain, and the sky doesn’t seem so sad anymore.
*
“Jeongguk, this is Jimin. Jimin, this is Jeongguk.”
Taehyung introduces them a month later, at a cafe, and Jeongguk looks every bit the terrified seventeen year old that he is, while Jimin looks entranced.
“Hi!” Jimin says, happily, and then crushes Jeongguk into a hug, even though the younger kid has at least a good number of inches on him, to which Jeongguk squeaks and looks like he’s ready for murder, muscles bulging in protest against Jimin pressed against him.
Jeongguk’s shooting Taehyung death glares afterwards, clearly uncomfortable, but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to offend Jimin, who has his fingers happily linked with Taehyung’s, chattering away about this or that, while Jeongguk offers mute replies. Taehyung treats them both to coffee and those little fancy sandwiches the shop sells, watching in tired amusement between Jimin animatedly talking with food in his mouth and Jeongguk staring in horror, mouth hanging open. (School was a stressful ordeal, and Taehyung was known to sport bags under his eyes more often than not-- it sucked. School sucked.)
One time, Taehyung gagged on his food, and Jeongguk promptly informed him that he was gross.
He doesn't, here.
Later, when Jimin has to rush away to some after school meeting he has, Taehyung leans over and whispers into Jeongguk’s ear, “you’re thinking too much about it, you know.”
Jeongguk nearly screams in surprise, jumping away from him. “What the fuck, hyung-” he breathes, eyes bulging.
“Jimin likes you,” Taehyung bluntly announces.
“From the looks of it, he likes everyone,” the red-head sourly replies, somewhere between a grimace and a pout, unruffling his hair.
“No, I mean, he likes you. Jimin’s my boyfriend, I would know- and he thinks you’re hot shit, literally.”
Jeongguk makes a face. “Ew.”
Taehyung laughs. “I know you don’t hate him.”
Jeongguk makes another face. “Ew.”
“You’ll come around.” Taehyung knows both of them too well, and he’s introduced Jeongguk to other people before- and Jeongguk entertained Jimin more than anyone else, even if he was pretending not to care.
He’d come around.
*
Jeongguk stops flinching when Jimin subconsciously touches him after a few months of being exposed to him.
He mostly scowls, now- Jeon Jeongguk has never liked being touched, and Taehyung was likely the only person who could get away with it. But Jimin was persistent enough that, while Jeongguk was used to his presence by now, he gave up in trying to make the older boy take a hint.
Park Jimin was stubborn. It was annoying. As fuck.
He was a bit of an enigma, to Jeongguk-- he'd never met someone who was so happily clueless, especially to cues to be left alone. Jimin has this habit of grinning so wide that his eyes smile, too, and Jeongguk forces himself not to stare. Jimin is annoying, he reminds himself. Annoying.
Jimin kisses him in the rain.
It takes him by surprise, enough so that Jeongguk goes into full-body shock for a good number of seconds before he realizes that Jimin’s lips are on his, and he finally pulls away, red in the face. They were standing outside of a store, picking up the weekly groceries- Jeongguk moved in with Jimin and Taehyung after they graduated, and even though he’s known them for less than a year, he’s glad that he can live with them instead of alone. His parents helped pay for the rent, but it was lonely.
Not lonely enough to warrant this, though. Jeongguk is grossed out. What the fuck. Jimin cooties. Ew.
“I, um-” and Jimin is embarrassed, and Jeongguk ignores the little flutter in his chest that’s been bugging him for months now whenever Jimin smiled at like that, “I just… wanted to kiss you, I guess. You look really nice today.”
“You have a boyfriend, Jimin,” Jeongguk warns, warily, but he hasn’t wiped away the taste of Jimin from his lips yet. The rain continues pouring, and later, the youngest would wonder why it is that all of the most important things happen when it’s storming outside.
Jimin’s quiet for a long time- well, for Jimin, anyways, who has the verbal ability to speak for up to a full minute without being stopped. Jeongguk was just starting to get uncomfortable (not to say that he hadn’t been uncomfortable before!!) when the black haired youth looked back at him, smiling gently. “Taehyung is okay with it.”
Jeongguk is in shock again. “…What? No, wait, what? Didn’t you say that you’ve been dating him since, like, you started high school-”
“He knows that I like you, though,” Jimin says, and Jeongguk is reminded of that afternoon in the cafe, his own disbelief still prominent. Jimin hesitates, before, “he’s the one who told me I should… say something.”
And, god, he doesn’t know what to say to that. Jimin, who’s so earnest and sweet, who spends hours exercising and can still manage to keep up a baby face that grins at him every time he comes in the door. Jimin, whose skin feels nice against his, who Jeongguk tries to ignore for the sake of making the butterflies in his stomach go away.
So he swallows down his feelings and says nothing, clearly at a loss for what to say- Taehyung was his translator, so he didn’t know what to do, with no one here to articulate his physical nuances into words that made sense.
Jimin looks nervous, scared, rocking back and forth on his heels. “I… didn’t make you uncomfortable, right? Because-”
“…No, you… you didn’t.”
Jeongguk doesn’t really do wild things that often, if ever. He has never been that kid to run after a bus and shout his name at some carrot top who smiled like sunshine, but he did that, once. He never planned on taking a risk like that again, especially when his heart plummeted into his stomach the day he found out that there was someone else.
Jeongguk doesn’t go out of his way to act on feelings. He is awkward, still growing into himself, still learning how to be comfortable with the world around him.
He leans forward and kisses Jimin hard, dropping the grocery bags and kissing him with that same rushed urgency he’d felt when Taehyung was going away, even though he’d only known him for minutes, half an hour at best. A panic, like if he doesn’t do this, he’ll regret it forever.
Jimin kisses back, lips moving against each other slowly, before he pulls away, resting his forehead against Jeongguk’s, suppressing a smile. “You taste like the beach.”
“You do too, hyung,” Jeongguk breathes, the honorific foreign and rare on his tongue, and he doesn’t care if anyone is looking, because those fluttery feelings are in full throttle, now-- but Jimin’s squeezing his hand and it’s okay. “We’re both from Busan, remember?”
“Yeah, we are.” A soft laugh, and Jimin looks at him like he’s the world. Jeongguk has to force him to match the enthusiasm, but it's not because he doesn't share it-- he's just not used to it coming from himself, and never thought he would be. “We are, aren’t we?”
*
Jeongguk thinks there’s going to be problems, first, dating someone who has a boyfriend other than himself. Like, the fact that he still likes Taehyung, or the fact that he hasn’t quite wrapped his head around the concept of polyamory yet. Jimin tells him to relax, that Taehyung is fine with it, and even Taehyung reassures him of it, smiling at him and putting his nerves to rest.
But Taehyung’s smiles are a temporary remedy.
Jimin walks hand in hand with both Jeongguk and Taehyung- which makes for some strange looks, as well as some difficulties in carrying things when necessary, but Jimin insists. “I love both of you equally, so I’m not letting anyone feel left out!”
Jeongguk blushes. Taehyung laughs. Jimin continues on, ever-pleased with himself and his state of life.
*
They’ve been living together for six months when Taehyung finally kisses Jeongguk, sweet, stealing his breath and all of his words. Not that it matters- Taehyung has never needed to hear Jeongguk to know what he was saying, understanding him better than the back of his hand. Jeongguk gives in easily under him, kissing him back until they have to break for air, the sofa dipping under their combined weight.
“I like you, hyung,” Jeongguk mumbles, shy, but it’s not a confession. Jeongguk knows that Taehyung already knew that- hell, Jimin probably did, too. He didn’t exactly do well in keeping it a secret, he just never brought it up.
Considering the nature of their relationship, it was bound to come out eventually.
This was the best possible outcome.
“I like you too, Kookie,” Taehyung teases, nickname sweet, drawing him in for another kiss, linking their hands- much in the same way he did with Jimin the first time. But Jeongguk is more nervous, more careful, always too calculated and unsure. “I’ve liked you since the bus ride, when you yelled at me in the rain. A real stud, drenched teen, I know.”
Jeongguk pouts. “Then why did you wait so long? I thought that you didn’t-”
“-Like you back?” Taehyung finished. Jeongguk fell silent, flushing as he looked down at their entwined fingers. “Of course I did,” the orange-haired boy said, more gently, leaning over to nuzzle Jeongguk’s cheek, squeezing his palm. “I had to wait for the right time, though. It wouldn’t have worked if I spent too much time trying to plan it out, to worry over everything. I waited for the right time.”
“Almost a year is a long time, hyung.”
The older boy offers a small smile. “I know, but it’s worth it, right?"
The sunlight is filtering in just barely through the blinds, and Jeongguk considers his answer, before a lazy smile spreads across his face, too, mirroring Taehyung’s own, as he relaxes against Taehyung just slightly. “…Mmn. Yeah, it is.”
Taehyung stays where he is, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk and pulling him into a hug, squeezing him. “I’m glad.”
*
Jimin splits his time between two people, now- but, at the same time, he doesn’t. Sometimes, he has to fight for Jeongguk or Taehyung’s affection, and other times they assault him with so much love that it’s overwhelming, but he’s okay with it. As long as they’re both his, he’s fine.
There’s the lazy days- when Jeongguk is studying, laying across Jimin’s stomach, while Taehyung is out running errands, and languid kisses turn into ruined study sessions and a scolding from Taehyung for leaving stains on the sofa again. (“We weren’t rushing, this time, we just ended up doing it there-” “That doesn’t make it any better!”)
Then again, Jimin hasn’t let Taehyung forget about the time he fucked him into the bathroom door, or the fact that Jimin couldn’t walk for a good few hours after. There’d been a lot of pent up stress that resulting in that session, but that was okay. Jimin kissed it better, kissing him places where he could relax and not worry so much anymore.
But Jimin’s favorite thing in the world is when he’s in Taehyung’s arms, Jeongguk laying on his chest, both passed out after a long night together in bed- Jeongguk doesn’t scowl when Jimin runs his fingers through his hair, and Taehyung, sweet as he is, can finally get the sleep he’s always desperately needing. Even if he’s pinned between them and can’t get up three hours later to piss, he couldn’t complain if he wanted to.
Park Jimin knows what the sea tastes like, salty and bitter but sweet under just the right circumstances. He’s tasted the stars, tasted sunbursts and novas and star systems. He’s tasted them together, what happens when the sea meets the sky, and it grounds him in place, right where he is.
He loves both of his boys, very, very much. And Jimin loves a lot of things, but they’re enough.
More than enough. They are the world he carries.
They’re enough.