Go Get Him, Tiger 3/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 3/?
Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 3:
A/N: So my cat (in real life, not my cat!Yoongi) sat on my computer and now my D key is all fucked up, so there might be more typos in this than usual, especially since this fic is in past tense and do you know how many Ds you have to use when you're typing in past tense? Do you know how many times I had to hit the backspace just to add Ds to this author's note?
And of course there's a "get the D" joke buried in there somewhere. ;)
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Yoongi woke up to the soft murmur of voices. He was warm and secure and not alone. Not alone. It felt so different. He’d never been “alone” at the pet shop, but he’d been so lonely. Waking up to soft voices, to the fresh and flowery smells of his owner, that was more comforting than anything else. He stretched and twisted, the voices stopping for a moment.
“He’s pretty adorable when he’s not putting up such a hard front to his feelings.”
“Yeah.”
Familiar voices. Safe and warm. Because he was on the couch. He was not alone on the couch. Laying with his legs curled up under a blanket and with his head in someone’s lap. Fingers carded through his hair and he hummed, the soft noise turning into a purr as he pressed his face against a firm, muscled stomach.
Jungkook.
But there was another hand on his leg, just a slow swipe up and down. Not on skin though. Over the blanket. His legs were lifted and he felt the couch dip under Taehyung, his feet were pulled back over his lap, and Taehyung kept up the soft petting on his calf muscle.
“Are we going to be okay?” Jungkook asked. “If this is what he needs?”
“Dumbass,” Taehyung said, voice soft with adoration. “Of course. He wants cuddles, we’ll give him cuddles.”
“And if I want cuddles?”
“When have you ever had to ask?”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “What if I want sex?”
And Yoongi was suddenly very interested in this conversation, his ears perking up. He hoped it went unnoticed, but Taehyung laughed.
“We’ll discuss that when you don’t have a cat in your lap that is eavesdropping and no longer asleep.”
“Spoil my fun,” Yoongi muttered.
His arm was suddenly pulled and he yowled as his world sort of flipped and he found himself in someone else’s arms and pressed against someone else’s front. Someone that smelled a little less like roses today and a little more like chamomile and lemon.
Taehyung wasn’t as rock solid as Jungkook and it was much easier to burrow against this body and press in against his neck. Taehyung laughed and hugged him tightly, none of the hesitation that Jungkook had shown.
“When are you going to tell us your real name?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi froze.
“I don’t mean to push you,” he continued quickly. “I just ... I don’t like pet names. Someone gave you an actual name and you’re in Korea’s system with an ID number and everything under that name. I can easily find it since it’s connected to your hybrid registration number, but I also want you to trust us. We don’t want to call you by some pet name. It’s condescending and immediately puts you in a different class than us.”
Yoongi pushed up, hands on Taehyung’s chest and stared at the handsome man. God, he was so utterly beautiful, just a soft face and wide expressive eyes and hair that fell in healthy waves to his chin. Yoongi forgot what he was going to say for a moment. Right. His name.
“And the need to cuddle doesn’t put me down? It’s not really a want, you know? It’s part of me, part of my DNA. I need it. A lot. I ...” Yoongi swallowed past a lump in his throat. “I wasn’t happy in that pet shop. But I stuck to it because it was on my terms. Or at least that’s what I convinced myself of. Lots of people tried to adopt me before Jungkook, but I didn’t want to be bought. If I wasn’t so easy to tie up and fuck, I’m sure Hyunjoong would’ve gotten rid of me a long time ago.”
“What does that have to do with you telling us your real name?”
Yoongi huffed. It didn’t. Not really. But ...
“It’s okay,” Jungkook said from the other side of him and placed a warm hand on his back. He leaned into their space and put his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Taehyung can be really impatient when he thinks he’s right. But we aren’t going to force you.”
“I am right,” Taehyung said with a pout that Yoongi had to bite his lip not to coo at.
Jungkook did not look at him, but kept his eyes on Yoongi. “He’s totally wrong. He was really mad when I told him you wanted to wear my clothes.”
“You should have your own things.”
“I should have what I want.” Yoongi met his eyes and unlike with Jungkook earlier, he wasn’t quite able to hide what he actually meant from Taehyung. He was too smart, and his eyes narrowed, and then he smiled and shook his head in disbelief.
“There’s more than just you in this house and in this ...” He stopped and licked his lips, and Yoongi did not bother to stop himself from watching him do that. God, his lips looked like really soft rose petals.
“There are three people here,” Taehyung continued. “It isn’t just about what you want.”
Yoongi smirked. Well, if that wasn’t a challenge. “I want to wear your clothes. They’re warm and they smell good. You smell good.”
“And you don’t right now. You need a shower.”
The change of topic threw Yoongi off and he flushed pink and twisted in Taehyung’s lap. “I ... I didn’t know I could shower.”
“You don’t need permission for things like that,” Jungkook said. “You can eat, sleep, use the bathroom, get a drink, watch TV, shower, read and do whatever you want here.”
“Just be careful going outside,” Taehyung said. “Even if I hate it, an untagged cat will be picked up in a heartbeat. Wait until Jungkookie gets you a new collar and a new tag.”
“That is ... if you want me to,” Jungkook said carefully.
Yoongi met his eyes and bit his lip. He nodded. “I don’t ... I don’t like this collar.”
“Then why are you still wearing it?” Taehyung asked and a moment later, it was gone, off his neck, and it felt ... bare. Weird. Naked.
The collar fell to the floor.
“There. Now Jungkook can get you a new one, and you only have to wear it if you ever go outside.”
Yoongi rubbed at his neck, trying not to let panic crawl up his throat.
Taehyung cupped his cheeks, head tilted in concern. “Too soon?”
Yoongi shook his head and shrugged. “I ... I don’t know. I ... I haven’t ... I’ve always had a collar on.”
Taehyung’s hands moved down his jaw and to his neck, rubbing at the lighter strip of skin softly. “You look less like a slave and more like a friend without it.”
Yoongi tilted his head to the side because the touches felt good and he wanted Taehyung to keep doing that. But ... how could he resist that opening?
“A friend, huh?” he said, lifting an eyebrow. “Are you going to treat me the same way that you treat your friend Jungkook-ie?”
Taehyung laughed. “No, you brat. Now, scram. Go shower.”
“I’d really like ...”
“Whatever you want,” Jungkook said.
“I haven’t ... I haven’t had ... I’d like a bath instead.”
Jungkook smiled. “That’s fine. Do you want me to go fill the tub for you?”
Ducking his head, Yoongi nodded. “Yes, please.”
Jungkook pushed away from Taehyung after pressing a kiss to his cheek. It almost looked like he was going to kiss Yoongi’s cheek too, and then he only patted his head instead.
Yoongi tried not to let his disappointment show, but Taehyung saw it and he tutted at him quietly. “That’s my boyfriend you’re lusting after.”
“Will you believe me if I say I’m sorry?”
“Definitely not. Jungkook is too sexy for his own good, and the worst part is that he’s mostly completely unaware of it. But pull it back,” And Taehyung looked worried. “He’s still ... he’s still not even comfortable with me yet and if you’re throwing yourself at him, it’s going to confuse him and he’s going to curl back into his no-feelings ball after his ex became his ex.”
Intrigued, Yoongi lifted an eyebrow.
Taehyung shrugged. “Just an asshole that wrung him out and left him hanging. Luckily, Jungkook was smart enough to see controlling and abusive before it was too late. But he doesn’t trust easily. I’m taking my time with him because of that. He thinks he’s ready.”
“Are you ready?”
“That’s besides the point. He still thinks that he has to be on his knees to make me happy.”
“Is that why you get on your knees instead?”
“Partly, and because I love giving blowjobs. Jungkook-ie doesn’t really like it because he doesn't know that it can be slow and sweet and not just full of gagging and pain.”
Yoongi frowned and glanced toward the bathroom in concern.
“He told you I was okay with him showing you affection as long as I get to, too. But it’s not that at all. Or not just that. It’s because he’s lost some of his ability to show affection without sex involved.”
Yoongi understood that all too well.
“But you get that, right?”
Yoongi sighed and nodded. “Yes, I get that.”
“I want to show him with you, show him what affection means.”
“But--” He bit his lower lip.
“But what?”
He lowered his voice and said, “He’s fucking gorgeous, and I want to cover him in my scent and climb on his dick and never get off.”
Taehyung threw his head back and laughed. “I know, god, don’t I know? Welcome to the entirety of my high school, part of my junior high, and pretty much every single day since. Fuck.”
“You’ve wanted him for that long?”
Taehyung smiled. “Since I was fourteen and I started stroking my dick before he came over to play video games so I wouldn’t be hard all the time. It stopped working when I was sixteen and I had to stroke off before and after.”
“Can’t you show him affection and fuck at the same time?”
“I’m trying to make sure that he understands that they are separate. His ex didn’t help. Will you help me?”
Yoongi met his eyes again and then frowned. “I do all the hard work and you get all the rewards?”
Taehyung’s smile was unnerving. “I didn’t say that, now did I?”
“Tub’s full!” Jungkook said from the bathroom.
Rubbing Yoongi’s head, Taehyung winked at him. “Go get him, tiger.”
Yoongi hissed at him, but climbed off his lap and headed to the bathroom. He met Jungkook just outside the doorway.
“I don’t have bubble bath or anything, but there was some weird bath oil under the sink. Pretty sure Taehyung-ie put it there.”
Yoongi smiled up at him, pushed right against his side, and rubbed his cheek on Jungkook’s bicep. “Thank you, Jungkook-ie.”
Jungkook smiled and patted his head, fingers curling to scratch behind his ears, just twice. “We’ll make dinner while you’re in there, so take your time.”
Yoongi nodded, slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Fuck, that didn’t go anyway he’d thought it would. Taehyung was okay with him flirting and getting close to Jungkook? Is that what he understood? And what was that last wink for? Permission to seduce him?
Yoongi stripped off his clothes and sank into the hot water. Almost too hot, and he winced but kept going and after only a moment, his skin was pink and the water was perfect. The tub was just the right size for him. He could bend his knees a little and sink almost completely to his chin before his knees poked out of the water.
The air smelled so good. Like a bouquet of spring flowers. Yoongi relaxed for a few minutes before getting to washing. It’d been at least five days since his last proper shower and not just a quick wipe down once Hyunjoong was through fucking or beating him. Or both at once.
Trying not to succumb to the smell of Jungkook (it was his soap that gave him that perfectly clean smell) and just squirm in the heat, Yoongi washed himself quickly, head to toe, paying a bit more attention to some more sensitive parts. If he teased himself with a couple of fingers or dragged his sharpening claw over the crown of his dick, no one else needed to know.
At least, he meant it as teasing.
With Taehyung’s wink and vague permission to help seduce his boyfriend, Yoongi didn’t even bother to stop himself from jerking off again. Slow pumps of his hand and a foot up on the edge of the tub. Like this, it is was easy to picture himself leaning back against Jungkook’s strong body with Taehyung’s lithe frame leaning over him, touching him, teasing his skin and maybe even rubbing their cocks together.
Jungkook definitely had big dick game, but what about Taehyung? Was it long and thin like the rest of him, or did he defy the rest of his image and sport something short and fat that would really stretch Yoongi out? If he was long and thin, maybe he could take both of them, pressed tight to their chests, held and supported between them as he rocked onto their dicks. Fuck, yeah. That sounded perfect.
Yoongi whined as he came, a low sound that wasn’t quite a meow, and he immediately blushed, trying to quiet his pants as they echoed around him. He really hoped the other two didn’t hear him. Or maybe he wanted them to hear him.
Fuck.
And ew. His release was just floating in the water and that was gross. Yoongi took a deep breath before attempting to get up. His knees were shaking and his skin shimmering pink that was only partially from the bath oil. He pulled the plug on the tub and started a shower to rinse off.
Jungkook had left him a towel on the counter and he used it to dry himself off. It was a big towel, probably just enough cover for Jungkook and his muscles, but Yoongi was able to wrap it around his shoulders and still have enough to keep his body covered.
He didn’t want to put on his dirty clothes. Now that he was clean, he could smell how dirty they were. But Jungkook hadn’t left him anything to change into.
Did walking out in just a towel constitute as helping Taehyung with Jungkook? Probably not. He was going for affection, not seduction.
But he had no choice.
As soon as he opened the door, the soft giggles from the other side of the room stopped, and then Taehyung said, “Jungkook-ie left you some clothes to put on. I hope you don’t mind if I toss the other ones.”
“No, I don’t mind,” Yoongi replied.
Jungkook had put out more than just one option and just that little act had Yoongi’s chest tightening in appreciation. He chose a pair of checkered boxers (black and blue) and put them on backwards, so his tail could slip out of the buttoned hole. If the boxers had been his size, they would have been uncomfortable that way, but because they were big, he didn’t even notice that he had them on the wrong way. Of the top options, Yoongi chose a long sleeved, white shirt. It swamped him, easily falling off a shoulder and covering his hands. It was clingy and soft and comfortable and smelled just like Jungkook. He brought his covered hands up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“Dinner time, Kitty!” Taehyung called and made a tittering noise with his tongue. “Here, Kitty-kitty!”
Yoongi walked around the wall and crossed his arms, scowling at first Taehyung, who had a huge smile on his face, and then at Jungkook, who was trying not to laugh. “You did not just do that.”
Taehyung laughed. “Aw, is Kitty in a bad mood?”
“Fuck you.”
“Ah, it was a joke, Suga-hyung. Come and eat. I stopped at the store for shrimp before I arrived here.”
Yoongi’s mouth watered. (More non-canned food!) But god forbid he let them know how eager he was. He walked calmly to the table and pulled himself up onto a chair. He leaned back and made a face.
“You okay?” Jungkook whispered.
“Yeah, just--” He squirmed and pouted. “I can’t really get the fur on my back dry by myself and it’s still damp and it’s uncomfortable.”
“Fur?” Jungkook said. “On your back?”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him and then sent Taehyung an incredulous look.
“He knows shit about cats,” Taehyung said. “I thought you figured that one out already.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. Grabbing the edge of the table, he twisted and sat on it and then tugged the T-shirt up to show off his back. “All cats have some degree of fur along their spine. You may or may not see mine since my fur is almost as pale as my skin, but it’s there. Thinner near my shoulders and thicker near the base of my tail.”
“Yah, Suga. Ass off the table. We eat here.”
With a slow smirk, Yoongi turned to Jungkook. “And you don’t eat ass here?”
Jungkook gulped and his cheeks turned pink.
“Yah!” Taehyung said, but he was laughing.
Yoongi sat back in his seat. Taehyung placed a plate of pasta and shrimp in front of him and then handed him a fork. He made a face as he took it.
“What?” Jungkook asked.
“I hate using a fork, but creamy pasta isn’t the easiest thing to eat with my fingers and my mouth.”
“Unlike ass.” Taehyung winked.
Yoongi almost spit out his mouthful of food.
>(^o^)<
Wednesday ...
Yoongi slept on the couch. Taehyung did not stay over, both he and Jungkook had an early class. Yoongi did not wake up until there was a crash from the kitchen area and a soft curse. Making a face, he twisted around and tried to get comfortable again. The sun wasn’t even up yet.
It was definitely too early.
He smelled coffee brewing and eggs cooking. Both were tempting enough to get him to really wake up, but then Jungkook started singing. A soft song in Japanese. Or passable Japanese. Or maybe it was perfect. Yoongi didn’t speak Japanese.
The song weaved between words and humming, a perfect backdrop for more sleep.
Jungkook walked to the couch and leaned his hands on the back of it. “You awake yet, you lazy kitty?”
Yoongi opened an eye and pulled a hand from the blankets just to flip him off.
Jungkook laughed. “There’s food and coffee ready. I have to get to class. Do you want me to show you how to turn the TV on?”
Yoongi shook his head. “I like to read.”
“You can read?”
Yoongi nodded. “I learned a long time ago. It’s been awhile, beyond re-reading all the signs in the pet shop and the ones on the street that I could see.”
“I have to work this afternoon too, but I should be home in time for lunch, barring any world catastrophes.”
“Or if you stop to buy another animal?”
Jungkook stuck his tongue out. “Shut up. I don’t regret it. Do you?”
Yoongi met his eyes. He knew his own face was blank, but Jungkook’s looked soft and open. Honest.
Yoongi shrugged and fought back a smile as he said, “It’s been bearable,” and shut his eyes to curl into a ball.
“Bearable, that’s better than horrible.”
“Anything is better than that pet shop,” Yoongi said.
“Yeah. I ... I like having you here. I know you think ... well, I don’t know what you think, but I hope you like me. Or, um, I mean, here. You like it here ... yeah, I don’t know. I’m going to shut up. I’ll see you later.”
Yoongi made a noise to acknowledge that, and it cut off sharply when Jungkook scratched the top of his head, just behind an ear. Yoongi tilted his head into the touch almost automatically and Jungkook continued to scratch and pet for a few more moments.
The touch softened and Jungkook’s fingers were light when they rubbed his ear.
The sensation of such sensitive skin between strong fingers had Yoongi’s entire body tensing as pleasure jolted along his skin. A moan escaped before he could stop it.
Jungkook snatched his hand back and cleared his throat. He said goodbye, stuttering through it and then bolted.
Yoongi didn’t breathe again until the door shut behind him. He’d asked for affection, but he wasn’t really sure he was going to survive it. Just a soft touch on his ears, instead of one of pain, had him moaning like he was on the verge of coming.
It felt strange to want to be touched. Maybe that was the hybrid part of him. But in the pet shop he had hated it when other people touched him, no matter how softly. So maybe it was just Jungkook.
Why was it so different with Jungkook? Why after only a couple of days did he easily see himself curled up with Jungkook, laying in his lap, or ... riding his cock?
Yoongi cleared his throat.
In the pet shop, he’d looked on in disdain at the people who wanted to adopt him and at the animals who wanted to be adopted. The customers looked sincere, but there was always an underlying gleam in their eye that meant sex and abuse.
That was probably why Jungkook was so different. He didn’t look at him that way. And he’d given him a choice.
A choice that Yoongi did not regret taking.
>(^o^)<
When Jungkook arrived home for lunch, he couldn’t find Suga anywhere. He wasn’t on the couch or the chair or hiding by the bookshelf. The door of the bathroom was open and the light off. When he moved around the wall toward the bed, he stopped and bit his lip against laughter.
Suga was on his bed, curled up in a cocoon of his blankets, right in the middle. He was asleep. Almost no movement. His skin and fur were so close to the color of Jungkook’s white blanket that if it wasn’t for the black and blue boxers, Suga probably would have been camouflaged.
Lunch sounded good. A nap sounded much, much better.
Would Suga freak out if Jungkook laid down next to him? He’d be able to without touching him. And he wasn’t cold enough to need the blanket. Suga hadn’t used any of the pillows. He could go sleep on the too-small couch, but that didn’t sound nearly as nice as sleeping on the bed with Suga.
Was this part of the affection that Suga needed?
Jungkook wasn’t sure, but if Suga freaked out, then Jungkook could claim that as a reason. He was just trying to show affection. Yeah. that was all.
After setting an alarm on his phone for an hour, he moved to the head of the bed, where the pillows were skewed off their normal space.
As soon as he lay down though, Suga’s ears went straight up and he heard the cat’s breath stop.
Jungkook did not say anything, putting the pillows under his head and facing the lump of blanket and Suga.
Suga’s ear swiveled in his direction and then he looked over, one sleepy eye open.
“Take a nap,” Jungkook said with a soft smile.
Suga stared at him for a moment longer and then turned away from him.
Jungkook figured that was that, but then Suga moved, twisting around the blankets, keeping them wrapped around himself while he moved closer to Jungkook.
Jungkook smiled and moved closer to Suga so the cat didn’t have to do all the work. They settled, not pressed together because of the folds of blanket between them, but close enough for Jungkook to drape his arm over blanket and cat, hand resting on the pillow on Suga’s other side.
Jungkook did not remember falling asleep. He woke up to three things: the soft music of his alarm, the annoyed huffing of someone in bed with him, and the weight of a body on his stomach.
Scrunching his nose, he opened his eyes to a pale arm and light body draped across him.
Not Taehyung.
A soft growl. Right, Suga.
“I was having a good nap, stupid, stupid.”
Jungkook chuckled and stretched his arms above his head. “I have to get up for work.”
“Not yet, you don’t,” Suga said and instead of moving away from him, plopped his head right on Jungkook’s chest. “I set the alarm for another half hour.”
Jungkook swallowed roughly, body tensing at the sudden contact.
Suga burrowed against him, head rubbing on his chest before tilting up. His ears brushed Jungkook’s chin.
Holding his breath, Jungkook reached down with one hand and rubbed Suga’s shoulder. He wasn’t really sure what to do with his other hand, so he let it rest against his own stomach. Part of him was surprised by Suga’s actions and the other at his own.
But Suga wanted affection, and cuddling while taking a nap certainly fell into that category. He and Taehyung did that all the time.
Jungkook did not fall back asleep, but Suga did. His soft purring faded to breathing. He felt warmer than usual, but maybe hybrids were supposed to be that way. Jungkook didn’t know; he’d make sure to ask Taehyung.
With his free hand, he picked up his phone. He had a text from Taehyung (WORK! followed by coffee cups and desserts). He sent back a thumbs up, and then as an afterthought, took a selca that showed Suga curled up against him and then an emoji of a sleeping face.
Taehyung sent back a selca of him pouting. His hair pulled back in a blue bandana, his lips shimmering with lip gloss. God, Jungkook was so lucky that he got to kiss those lips.
Jungkook really needed to get up. Yes, he could wait another half hour, but then he wouldn’t have time to eat. He settled his phone down on the bed and used both hands to rub firmer circles on Suga’s shoulder and back until the cat was awake and obviously not happy about it if the sudden sharp points of claws in his stomach were any indication.
“I have to eat lunch,” Jungkook said. “Are you hungry?”
“Not enough to get up.”
“Too bad, I am.”
Jungkook scooted to the edge of the bed, and Suga moved with him, not releasing his hold. Even when Jungkook sat up, Suga’s arms stayed wrapped around his shoulders. Jungkook chuckled and twisted his upper body, hooking an arm around Suga’s knees at the same time. And when he stood up, Jungkook got claws in his chest again, and a grumbling series of curse words in his ear, but Suga adjusted.
He settled his head on the back of Jungkook’s neck, breath soft on his skin.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Right then. Hang on.”
“Don’t drop me.”
“Does it look like I don’t have the muscles to carry a tiny cat around?”
“Fuck you.”
Jungkook chuckled and headed into the kitchen. He let go of one leg and Suga wrapped it around him instead. His other leg did the same, ankles hooking together at Jungkook’s stomach, and Jungkook was free to move his arms.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Suga whispered against his neck.
Jungkook fought back a shiver at the both the low voice and the brush of breath.
“Yeah. I’ve carried Taehyung around like this so often that now he insists it’s part of my weekly workout.”
“Hm, so like leg day?”
“Yeah.”
“Lame. Taehyung day should be full of a lot more horizontal type workouts.”
Jungkook cleared his throat and felt himself blush.
“Then again, I can see him begging for it up against the wall.”
“Shut up.”
Suga laughed and tightened his hold on Jungkook’s waist. “So what’s for lunch?”
“Curry seafood from Seokjin-hyung again? I just have to make rice.”
“Wow, a master chef. You get a lot of food from this Seokjin-hyung.”
“If it wasn’t for him, I’d eat nothing but ramen.”
“You can’t build muscle on nothing but ramen.”
“I know. That’s why I’m forever thankful and praise him whenever I can. I’d die if he cut me off from his cooking.”
Jungkook worked in the silence that settled. If it weren’t for the tight grip of thighs around his waist, he would have thought Suga fell asleep again. After starting the rice in the cooker, Jungkook popped the container of curry into the microwave. As the smell permeated the kitchen, Suga hummed in appreciation.
“I think I’m going to go live with Seokjin-hyung.”
Jungkook chuckled. “His cat would definitely not allow that.”
“He has a cat?”
“Yeah. Namjoon. They’re ... interesting. Seokjin and Jimin-hyungs found their cats at a shelter. No one wanted them, so they adopted them. The four of them live together just a few-minute walk from here. Jimin-hyung works at that salon--”
“The gay one downstairs?”
“Yep, that one. So Seokjin-hyung brings him lunch all the time and brings me food, too.”
“I guess going over to his house would take way more effort. Why do that when he delivers anyway?”
“Wow, you’re lazy.”
“I’m a cat.”
“You can’t use that as an excuse because Namjoon-hyung likes to study and solve math problems for fun, and Hobi-hyung likes to dance. He goes to Jimin’s dance classes with him every other day.”
“Hm, then I guess I’m just lazy.”
Jungkook smiled and then froze at the press of a forehead to his neck. It made his chest warm and tight, and ... well, yep. This is what affection is. Or Affection. Capital A.
Nothing else. The warming in his stomach, the shaking of his hands as he settled them on Suga’s bare legs. Nope. Nothing. Just Affection.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi spent the first part of the afternoon (after Jungkook left for work) reading manga. He had plans to read the entire “Black Butler” series, but Taehyung sauntered in at about five.
“Suga!” he called, voice high and obnoxious.
Yoongi snorted and lifted his head enough to see around the chair. God, Taehyung was beautiful. He had on baggy black slacks and a wild, loud purple shirt with bold yellow, blue and pink flowers scattered over it. His long messy hair was pulled back with a bandana again, blue to match the flowers and he slipped off ratty sandals and padded into the living room with bare feet. His smile reflected almost brighter than the dangling earrings and necklaces he wore. Add with the deep color of his skin, the beauty of his brown eyes and the perfection of his facial structure and Yoongi was smitten.
Jungkook was cute in that high-school-jock, drama-lead sort of way.
Taehyung looked like a deity that deserved to be worshipped.
Yoongi licked his lips.
“I got you something. Come here.”
Yoongi stared at the perfect square of sunlight he’d been laying in and sighed, but turned onto his stomach, stretched out his arms and legs, and then stood up and headed to the table.
A canvas bag sat on the table.
“Jungkookie doesn’t always appreciate the special moments in life like taking a bath or being edged--”
Yoongi snorted.
“--but if you like baths, then I have some stuff for you from the store. I wasn’t sure what scent you’d like so I just bought a bunch and the rest I can return tomorrow.”
He took out bath bombs, and Yoongi perked up, caught himself smiling as he pulled himself up onto a stool and sat at the table.
Their combined scents hit him all at once and he gagged.
“Too much?”
Yoongi nodded.
Taehyung put them all back in the bag really fast and the scents lessened. “We can do one by one or you can tell me what you like the most and we’ll start from there.”
“Flowers,” Yoongi said right away. “Just ... I like flowers.”
“And what don’t you like?”
“Berries, fruity smells. They just ... they never smell right. But flowers always smell good.”
Taehyung dug into the bag and pulled out only a few of the bath bombs.
Yoongi sniffed each one and smiled. “Yeah. I like these. This one ...” He brought it up to his nose. It was a pale green and smelled like ...
“That one is my favorite,” Taehyung said and took out a second one. “I bought one for myself, but you can have it. It’s not like I don’t work there.”
Yeah. It smelled like Taehyung. Like roses and grass and ...
“What is it?” Yoongi whispered.
“We call it Wild Meadow. It’s a combination of prairie grass, jasmine, and rose.”
“Yeah. That ... it smells like I'm lying in a meadow. It smells like you,” Yoongi said without realizing it, holding it close to his face.
Taehyung laughed. “You like how I smell?”
Yoongi blushed and nodded. “You always smell so good. So ... like flowers, sometimes like orange.”
“Yeah, Minki-ya likes the orange fragrances at works, so I always smell like orange when he’s around.”
“I don’t mind orange,” Yoongi said, trying to get the blush off his cheeks.
Taehyung took out a pale orange bath bomb. “And there are a couple more forest-y ones like pine and mint and sage.”
“I like sage and sandalwood things too.”
“Good, so no berries, but other fruit scents are okay?”
“Sometimes. Mostly citrus is okay. I don’t like watermelon either. Or like cucumber things. They don’t smell anything like the real thing.”
“Glad to know these things.” Taehyung winked at him. “I’ll go put these under the bathroom sink for you.”
“Thank you,” Yoongi suddenly said and met his eyes. “Thanks ... I ... I haven’t ever gotten a present before, at least not one that wasn’t a sex toy and more for my master than for me.”
Taehyung smiled widely at him. “Well, you better get used to it, because I plan on spoiling you rotten.”
“Wooing me, then?”
“Through bath bombs?”
Yoongi blushed again. “It’s not like it’s working.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Sure it’s not.”
Yoongi grumbled while Taehyung went into the bathroom. He had a sudden urge to hide ... from Taehyung? From ... his feelings? From himself. He didn’t really understand except that he was embarrassed and unsure. He didn’t like feeling like that.
But Taehyung wasn’t going to hurt him. He wasn’t going to use those feelings against him. He knew that Taehyung wasn’t pretending to be nice to him only to hurt him later. He knew that. He did!
He hoped.
Yoongi went to the couch and curled up with one of the pillows, burying his nose in it. His ear twitched, tracking Taehyung’s steps into the living room so he wasn’t surprised when Taehyung sat next to him on the couch.
“So, you like the way I smell, huh?”
Yoongi pouted against the pillow and muttered, “No, shut up.”
Taehyung laughed.
Yoongi did not stop him when Taehyung moved closer. He didn’t stop him when Taehyung wrapped his arms around him. And he didn’t purr, no he did not, as he nuzzled his way into Taehyung’s loud shirt.
Taehyung ran his hand through Yoongi’s hair.
And okay. So maybe he purred a little bit.
>(^o^)<
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 3:
A/N: So my cat (in real life, not my cat!Yoongi) sat on my computer and now my D key is all fucked up, so there might be more typos in this than usual, especially since this fic is in past tense and do you know how many Ds you have to use when you're typing in past tense? Do you know how many times I had to hit the backspace just to add Ds to this author's note?
And of course there's a "get the D" joke buried in there somewhere. ;)
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Yoongi woke up to the soft murmur of voices. He was warm and secure and not alone. Not alone. It felt so different. He’d never been “alone” at the pet shop, but he’d been so lonely. Waking up to soft voices, to the fresh and flowery smells of his owner, that was more comforting than anything else. He stretched and twisted, the voices stopping for a moment.
“He’s pretty adorable when he’s not putting up such a hard front to his feelings.”
“Yeah.”
Familiar voices. Safe and warm. Because he was on the couch. He was not alone on the couch. Laying with his legs curled up under a blanket and with his head in someone’s lap. Fingers carded through his hair and he hummed, the soft noise turning into a purr as he pressed his face against a firm, muscled stomach.
Jungkook.
But there was another hand on his leg, just a slow swipe up and down. Not on skin though. Over the blanket. His legs were lifted and he felt the couch dip under Taehyung, his feet were pulled back over his lap, and Taehyung kept up the soft petting on his calf muscle.
“Are we going to be okay?” Jungkook asked. “If this is what he needs?”
“Dumbass,” Taehyung said, voice soft with adoration. “Of course. He wants cuddles, we’ll give him cuddles.”
“And if I want cuddles?”
“When have you ever had to ask?”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “What if I want sex?”
And Yoongi was suddenly very interested in this conversation, his ears perking up. He hoped it went unnoticed, but Taehyung laughed.
“We’ll discuss that when you don’t have a cat in your lap that is eavesdropping and no longer asleep.”
“Spoil my fun,” Yoongi muttered.
His arm was suddenly pulled and he yowled as his world sort of flipped and he found himself in someone else’s arms and pressed against someone else’s front. Someone that smelled a little less like roses today and a little more like chamomile and lemon.
Taehyung wasn’t as rock solid as Jungkook and it was much easier to burrow against this body and press in against his neck. Taehyung laughed and hugged him tightly, none of the hesitation that Jungkook had shown.
“When are you going to tell us your real name?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi froze.
“I don’t mean to push you,” he continued quickly. “I just ... I don’t like pet names. Someone gave you an actual name and you’re in Korea’s system with an ID number and everything under that name. I can easily find it since it’s connected to your hybrid registration number, but I also want you to trust us. We don’t want to call you by some pet name. It’s condescending and immediately puts you in a different class than us.”
Yoongi pushed up, hands on Taehyung’s chest and stared at the handsome man. God, he was so utterly beautiful, just a soft face and wide expressive eyes and hair that fell in healthy waves to his chin. Yoongi forgot what he was going to say for a moment. Right. His name.
“And the need to cuddle doesn’t put me down? It’s not really a want, you know? It’s part of me, part of my DNA. I need it. A lot. I ...” Yoongi swallowed past a lump in his throat. “I wasn’t happy in that pet shop. But I stuck to it because it was on my terms. Or at least that’s what I convinced myself of. Lots of people tried to adopt me before Jungkook, but I didn’t want to be bought. If I wasn’t so easy to tie up and fuck, I’m sure Hyunjoong would’ve gotten rid of me a long time ago.”
“What does that have to do with you telling us your real name?”
Yoongi huffed. It didn’t. Not really. But ...
“It’s okay,” Jungkook said from the other side of him and placed a warm hand on his back. He leaned into their space and put his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Taehyung can be really impatient when he thinks he’s right. But we aren’t going to force you.”
“I am right,” Taehyung said with a pout that Yoongi had to bite his lip not to coo at.
Jungkook did not look at him, but kept his eyes on Yoongi. “He’s totally wrong. He was really mad when I told him you wanted to wear my clothes.”
“You should have your own things.”
“I should have what I want.” Yoongi met his eyes and unlike with Jungkook earlier, he wasn’t quite able to hide what he actually meant from Taehyung. He was too smart, and his eyes narrowed, and then he smiled and shook his head in disbelief.
“There’s more than just you in this house and in this ...” He stopped and licked his lips, and Yoongi did not bother to stop himself from watching him do that. God, his lips looked like really soft rose petals.
“There are three people here,” Taehyung continued. “It isn’t just about what you want.”
Yoongi smirked. Well, if that wasn’t a challenge. “I want to wear your clothes. They’re warm and they smell good. You smell good.”
“And you don’t right now. You need a shower.”
The change of topic threw Yoongi off and he flushed pink and twisted in Taehyung’s lap. “I ... I didn’t know I could shower.”
“You don’t need permission for things like that,” Jungkook said. “You can eat, sleep, use the bathroom, get a drink, watch TV, shower, read and do whatever you want here.”
“Just be careful going outside,” Taehyung said. “Even if I hate it, an untagged cat will be picked up in a heartbeat. Wait until Jungkookie gets you a new collar and a new tag.”
“That is ... if you want me to,” Jungkook said carefully.
Yoongi met his eyes and bit his lip. He nodded. “I don’t ... I don’t like this collar.”
“Then why are you still wearing it?” Taehyung asked and a moment later, it was gone, off his neck, and it felt ... bare. Weird. Naked.
The collar fell to the floor.
“There. Now Jungkook can get you a new one, and you only have to wear it if you ever go outside.”
Yoongi rubbed at his neck, trying not to let panic crawl up his throat.
Taehyung cupped his cheeks, head tilted in concern. “Too soon?”
Yoongi shook his head and shrugged. “I ... I don’t know. I ... I haven’t ... I’ve always had a collar on.”
Taehyung’s hands moved down his jaw and to his neck, rubbing at the lighter strip of skin softly. “You look less like a slave and more like a friend without it.”
Yoongi tilted his head to the side because the touches felt good and he wanted Taehyung to keep doing that. But ... how could he resist that opening?
“A friend, huh?” he said, lifting an eyebrow. “Are you going to treat me the same way that you treat your friend Jungkook-ie?”
Taehyung laughed. “No, you brat. Now, scram. Go shower.”
“I’d really like ...”
“Whatever you want,” Jungkook said.
“I haven’t ... I haven’t had ... I’d like a bath instead.”
Jungkook smiled. “That’s fine. Do you want me to go fill the tub for you?”
Ducking his head, Yoongi nodded. “Yes, please.”
Jungkook pushed away from Taehyung after pressing a kiss to his cheek. It almost looked like he was going to kiss Yoongi’s cheek too, and then he only patted his head instead.
Yoongi tried not to let his disappointment show, but Taehyung saw it and he tutted at him quietly. “That’s my boyfriend you’re lusting after.”
“Will you believe me if I say I’m sorry?”
“Definitely not. Jungkook is too sexy for his own good, and the worst part is that he’s mostly completely unaware of it. But pull it back,” And Taehyung looked worried. “He’s still ... he’s still not even comfortable with me yet and if you’re throwing yourself at him, it’s going to confuse him and he’s going to curl back into his no-feelings ball after his ex became his ex.”
Intrigued, Yoongi lifted an eyebrow.
Taehyung shrugged. “Just an asshole that wrung him out and left him hanging. Luckily, Jungkook was smart enough to see controlling and abusive before it was too late. But he doesn’t trust easily. I’m taking my time with him because of that. He thinks he’s ready.”
“Are you ready?”
“That’s besides the point. He still thinks that he has to be on his knees to make me happy.”
“Is that why you get on your knees instead?”
“Partly, and because I love giving blowjobs. Jungkook-ie doesn’t really like it because he doesn't know that it can be slow and sweet and not just full of gagging and pain.”
Yoongi frowned and glanced toward the bathroom in concern.
“He told you I was okay with him showing you affection as long as I get to, too. But it’s not that at all. Or not just that. It’s because he’s lost some of his ability to show affection without sex involved.”
Yoongi understood that all too well.
“But you get that, right?”
Yoongi sighed and nodded. “Yes, I get that.”
“I want to show him with you, show him what affection means.”
“But--” He bit his lower lip.
“But what?”
He lowered his voice and said, “He’s fucking gorgeous, and I want to cover him in my scent and climb on his dick and never get off.”
Taehyung threw his head back and laughed. “I know, god, don’t I know? Welcome to the entirety of my high school, part of my junior high, and pretty much every single day since. Fuck.”
“You’ve wanted him for that long?”
Taehyung smiled. “Since I was fourteen and I started stroking my dick before he came over to play video games so I wouldn’t be hard all the time. It stopped working when I was sixteen and I had to stroke off before and after.”
“Can’t you show him affection and fuck at the same time?”
“I’m trying to make sure that he understands that they are separate. His ex didn’t help. Will you help me?”
Yoongi met his eyes again and then frowned. “I do all the hard work and you get all the rewards?”
Taehyung’s smile was unnerving. “I didn’t say that, now did I?”
“Tub’s full!” Jungkook said from the bathroom.
Rubbing Yoongi’s head, Taehyung winked at him. “Go get him, tiger.”
Yoongi hissed at him, but climbed off his lap and headed to the bathroom. He met Jungkook just outside the doorway.
“I don’t have bubble bath or anything, but there was some weird bath oil under the sink. Pretty sure Taehyung-ie put it there.”
Yoongi smiled up at him, pushed right against his side, and rubbed his cheek on Jungkook’s bicep. “Thank you, Jungkook-ie.”
Jungkook smiled and patted his head, fingers curling to scratch behind his ears, just twice. “We’ll make dinner while you’re in there, so take your time.”
Yoongi nodded, slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Fuck, that didn’t go anyway he’d thought it would. Taehyung was okay with him flirting and getting close to Jungkook? Is that what he understood? And what was that last wink for? Permission to seduce him?
Yoongi stripped off his clothes and sank into the hot water. Almost too hot, and he winced but kept going and after only a moment, his skin was pink and the water was perfect. The tub was just the right size for him. He could bend his knees a little and sink almost completely to his chin before his knees poked out of the water.
The air smelled so good. Like a bouquet of spring flowers. Yoongi relaxed for a few minutes before getting to washing. It’d been at least five days since his last proper shower and not just a quick wipe down once Hyunjoong was through fucking or beating him. Or both at once.
Trying not to succumb to the smell of Jungkook (it was his soap that gave him that perfectly clean smell) and just squirm in the heat, Yoongi washed himself quickly, head to toe, paying a bit more attention to some more sensitive parts. If he teased himself with a couple of fingers or dragged his sharpening claw over the crown of his dick, no one else needed to know.
At least, he meant it as teasing.
With Taehyung’s wink and vague permission to help seduce his boyfriend, Yoongi didn’t even bother to stop himself from jerking off again. Slow pumps of his hand and a foot up on the edge of the tub. Like this, it is was easy to picture himself leaning back against Jungkook’s strong body with Taehyung’s lithe frame leaning over him, touching him, teasing his skin and maybe even rubbing their cocks together.
Jungkook definitely had big dick game, but what about Taehyung? Was it long and thin like the rest of him, or did he defy the rest of his image and sport something short and fat that would really stretch Yoongi out? If he was long and thin, maybe he could take both of them, pressed tight to their chests, held and supported between them as he rocked onto their dicks. Fuck, yeah. That sounded perfect.
Yoongi whined as he came, a low sound that wasn’t quite a meow, and he immediately blushed, trying to quiet his pants as they echoed around him. He really hoped the other two didn’t hear him. Or maybe he wanted them to hear him.
Fuck.
And ew. His release was just floating in the water and that was gross. Yoongi took a deep breath before attempting to get up. His knees were shaking and his skin shimmering pink that was only partially from the bath oil. He pulled the plug on the tub and started a shower to rinse off.
Jungkook had left him a towel on the counter and he used it to dry himself off. It was a big towel, probably just enough cover for Jungkook and his muscles, but Yoongi was able to wrap it around his shoulders and still have enough to keep his body covered.
He didn’t want to put on his dirty clothes. Now that he was clean, he could smell how dirty they were. But Jungkook hadn’t left him anything to change into.
Did walking out in just a towel constitute as helping Taehyung with Jungkook? Probably not. He was going for affection, not seduction.
But he had no choice.
As soon as he opened the door, the soft giggles from the other side of the room stopped, and then Taehyung said, “Jungkook-ie left you some clothes to put on. I hope you don’t mind if I toss the other ones.”
“No, I don’t mind,” Yoongi replied.
Jungkook had put out more than just one option and just that little act had Yoongi’s chest tightening in appreciation. He chose a pair of checkered boxers (black and blue) and put them on backwards, so his tail could slip out of the buttoned hole. If the boxers had been his size, they would have been uncomfortable that way, but because they were big, he didn’t even notice that he had them on the wrong way. Of the top options, Yoongi chose a long sleeved, white shirt. It swamped him, easily falling off a shoulder and covering his hands. It was clingy and soft and comfortable and smelled just like Jungkook. He brought his covered hands up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“Dinner time, Kitty!” Taehyung called and made a tittering noise with his tongue. “Here, Kitty-kitty!”
Yoongi walked around the wall and crossed his arms, scowling at first Taehyung, who had a huge smile on his face, and then at Jungkook, who was trying not to laugh. “You did not just do that.”
Taehyung laughed. “Aw, is Kitty in a bad mood?”
“Fuck you.”
“Ah, it was a joke, Suga-hyung. Come and eat. I stopped at the store for shrimp before I arrived here.”
Yoongi’s mouth watered. (More non-canned food!) But god forbid he let them know how eager he was. He walked calmly to the table and pulled himself up onto a chair. He leaned back and made a face.
“You okay?” Jungkook whispered.
“Yeah, just--” He squirmed and pouted. “I can’t really get the fur on my back dry by myself and it’s still damp and it’s uncomfortable.”
“Fur?” Jungkook said. “On your back?”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him and then sent Taehyung an incredulous look.
“He knows shit about cats,” Taehyung said. “I thought you figured that one out already.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. Grabbing the edge of the table, he twisted and sat on it and then tugged the T-shirt up to show off his back. “All cats have some degree of fur along their spine. You may or may not see mine since my fur is almost as pale as my skin, but it’s there. Thinner near my shoulders and thicker near the base of my tail.”
“Yah, Suga. Ass off the table. We eat here.”
With a slow smirk, Yoongi turned to Jungkook. “And you don’t eat ass here?”
Jungkook gulped and his cheeks turned pink.
“Yah!” Taehyung said, but he was laughing.
Yoongi sat back in his seat. Taehyung placed a plate of pasta and shrimp in front of him and then handed him a fork. He made a face as he took it.
“What?” Jungkook asked.
“I hate using a fork, but creamy pasta isn’t the easiest thing to eat with my fingers and my mouth.”
“Unlike ass.” Taehyung winked.
Yoongi almost spit out his mouthful of food.
>(^o^)<
Wednesday ...
Yoongi slept on the couch. Taehyung did not stay over, both he and Jungkook had an early class. Yoongi did not wake up until there was a crash from the kitchen area and a soft curse. Making a face, he twisted around and tried to get comfortable again. The sun wasn’t even up yet.
It was definitely too early.
He smelled coffee brewing and eggs cooking. Both were tempting enough to get him to really wake up, but then Jungkook started singing. A soft song in Japanese. Or passable Japanese. Or maybe it was perfect. Yoongi didn’t speak Japanese.
The song weaved between words and humming, a perfect backdrop for more sleep.
Jungkook walked to the couch and leaned his hands on the back of it. “You awake yet, you lazy kitty?”
Yoongi opened an eye and pulled a hand from the blankets just to flip him off.
Jungkook laughed. “There’s food and coffee ready. I have to get to class. Do you want me to show you how to turn the TV on?”
Yoongi shook his head. “I like to read.”
“You can read?”
Yoongi nodded. “I learned a long time ago. It’s been awhile, beyond re-reading all the signs in the pet shop and the ones on the street that I could see.”
“I have to work this afternoon too, but I should be home in time for lunch, barring any world catastrophes.”
“Or if you stop to buy another animal?”
Jungkook stuck his tongue out. “Shut up. I don’t regret it. Do you?”
Yoongi met his eyes. He knew his own face was blank, but Jungkook’s looked soft and open. Honest.
Yoongi shrugged and fought back a smile as he said, “It’s been bearable,” and shut his eyes to curl into a ball.
“Bearable, that’s better than horrible.”
“Anything is better than that pet shop,” Yoongi said.
“Yeah. I ... I like having you here. I know you think ... well, I don’t know what you think, but I hope you like me. Or, um, I mean, here. You like it here ... yeah, I don’t know. I’m going to shut up. I’ll see you later.”
Yoongi made a noise to acknowledge that, and it cut off sharply when Jungkook scratched the top of his head, just behind an ear. Yoongi tilted his head into the touch almost automatically and Jungkook continued to scratch and pet for a few more moments.
The touch softened and Jungkook’s fingers were light when they rubbed his ear.
The sensation of such sensitive skin between strong fingers had Yoongi’s entire body tensing as pleasure jolted along his skin. A moan escaped before he could stop it.
Jungkook snatched his hand back and cleared his throat. He said goodbye, stuttering through it and then bolted.
Yoongi didn’t breathe again until the door shut behind him. He’d asked for affection, but he wasn’t really sure he was going to survive it. Just a soft touch on his ears, instead of one of pain, had him moaning like he was on the verge of coming.
It felt strange to want to be touched. Maybe that was the hybrid part of him. But in the pet shop he had hated it when other people touched him, no matter how softly. So maybe it was just Jungkook.
Why was it so different with Jungkook? Why after only a couple of days did he easily see himself curled up with Jungkook, laying in his lap, or ... riding his cock?
Yoongi cleared his throat.
In the pet shop, he’d looked on in disdain at the people who wanted to adopt him and at the animals who wanted to be adopted. The customers looked sincere, but there was always an underlying gleam in their eye that meant sex and abuse.
That was probably why Jungkook was so different. He didn’t look at him that way. And he’d given him a choice.
A choice that Yoongi did not regret taking.
>(^o^)<
When Jungkook arrived home for lunch, he couldn’t find Suga anywhere. He wasn’t on the couch or the chair or hiding by the bookshelf. The door of the bathroom was open and the light off. When he moved around the wall toward the bed, he stopped and bit his lip against laughter.
Suga was on his bed, curled up in a cocoon of his blankets, right in the middle. He was asleep. Almost no movement. His skin and fur were so close to the color of Jungkook’s white blanket that if it wasn’t for the black and blue boxers, Suga probably would have been camouflaged.
Lunch sounded good. A nap sounded much, much better.
Would Suga freak out if Jungkook laid down next to him? He’d be able to without touching him. And he wasn’t cold enough to need the blanket. Suga hadn’t used any of the pillows. He could go sleep on the too-small couch, but that didn’t sound nearly as nice as sleeping on the bed with Suga.
Was this part of the affection that Suga needed?
Jungkook wasn’t sure, but if Suga freaked out, then Jungkook could claim that as a reason. He was just trying to show affection. Yeah. that was all.
After setting an alarm on his phone for an hour, he moved to the head of the bed, where the pillows were skewed off their normal space.
As soon as he lay down though, Suga’s ears went straight up and he heard the cat’s breath stop.
Jungkook did not say anything, putting the pillows under his head and facing the lump of blanket and Suga.
Suga’s ear swiveled in his direction and then he looked over, one sleepy eye open.
“Take a nap,” Jungkook said with a soft smile.
Suga stared at him for a moment longer and then turned away from him.
Jungkook figured that was that, but then Suga moved, twisting around the blankets, keeping them wrapped around himself while he moved closer to Jungkook.
Jungkook smiled and moved closer to Suga so the cat didn’t have to do all the work. They settled, not pressed together because of the folds of blanket between them, but close enough for Jungkook to drape his arm over blanket and cat, hand resting on the pillow on Suga’s other side.
Jungkook did not remember falling asleep. He woke up to three things: the soft music of his alarm, the annoyed huffing of someone in bed with him, and the weight of a body on his stomach.
Scrunching his nose, he opened his eyes to a pale arm and light body draped across him.
Not Taehyung.
A soft growl. Right, Suga.
“I was having a good nap, stupid, stupid.”
Jungkook chuckled and stretched his arms above his head. “I have to get up for work.”
“Not yet, you don’t,” Suga said and instead of moving away from him, plopped his head right on Jungkook’s chest. “I set the alarm for another half hour.”
Jungkook swallowed roughly, body tensing at the sudden contact.
Suga burrowed against him, head rubbing on his chest before tilting up. His ears brushed Jungkook’s chin.
Holding his breath, Jungkook reached down with one hand and rubbed Suga’s shoulder. He wasn’t really sure what to do with his other hand, so he let it rest against his own stomach. Part of him was surprised by Suga’s actions and the other at his own.
But Suga wanted affection, and cuddling while taking a nap certainly fell into that category. He and Taehyung did that all the time.
Jungkook did not fall back asleep, but Suga did. His soft purring faded to breathing. He felt warmer than usual, but maybe hybrids were supposed to be that way. Jungkook didn’t know; he’d make sure to ask Taehyung.
With his free hand, he picked up his phone. He had a text from Taehyung (WORK! followed by coffee cups and desserts). He sent back a thumbs up, and then as an afterthought, took a selca that showed Suga curled up against him and then an emoji of a sleeping face.
Taehyung sent back a selca of him pouting. His hair pulled back in a blue bandana, his lips shimmering with lip gloss. God, Jungkook was so lucky that he got to kiss those lips.
Jungkook really needed to get up. Yes, he could wait another half hour, but then he wouldn’t have time to eat. He settled his phone down on the bed and used both hands to rub firmer circles on Suga’s shoulder and back until the cat was awake and obviously not happy about it if the sudden sharp points of claws in his stomach were any indication.
“I have to eat lunch,” Jungkook said. “Are you hungry?”
“Not enough to get up.”
“Too bad, I am.”
Jungkook scooted to the edge of the bed, and Suga moved with him, not releasing his hold. Even when Jungkook sat up, Suga’s arms stayed wrapped around his shoulders. Jungkook chuckled and twisted his upper body, hooking an arm around Suga’s knees at the same time. And when he stood up, Jungkook got claws in his chest again, and a grumbling series of curse words in his ear, but Suga adjusted.
He settled his head on the back of Jungkook’s neck, breath soft on his skin.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Right then. Hang on.”
“Don’t drop me.”
“Does it look like I don’t have the muscles to carry a tiny cat around?”
“Fuck you.”
Jungkook chuckled and headed into the kitchen. He let go of one leg and Suga wrapped it around him instead. His other leg did the same, ankles hooking together at Jungkook’s stomach, and Jungkook was free to move his arms.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Suga whispered against his neck.
Jungkook fought back a shiver at the both the low voice and the brush of breath.
“Yeah. I’ve carried Taehyung around like this so often that now he insists it’s part of my weekly workout.”
“Hm, so like leg day?”
“Yeah.”
“Lame. Taehyung day should be full of a lot more horizontal type workouts.”
Jungkook cleared his throat and felt himself blush.
“Then again, I can see him begging for it up against the wall.”
“Shut up.”
Suga laughed and tightened his hold on Jungkook’s waist. “So what’s for lunch?”
“Curry seafood from Seokjin-hyung again? I just have to make rice.”
“Wow, a master chef. You get a lot of food from this Seokjin-hyung.”
“If it wasn’t for him, I’d eat nothing but ramen.”
“You can’t build muscle on nothing but ramen.”
“I know. That’s why I’m forever thankful and praise him whenever I can. I’d die if he cut me off from his cooking.”
Jungkook worked in the silence that settled. If it weren’t for the tight grip of thighs around his waist, he would have thought Suga fell asleep again. After starting the rice in the cooker, Jungkook popped the container of curry into the microwave. As the smell permeated the kitchen, Suga hummed in appreciation.
“I think I’m going to go live with Seokjin-hyung.”
Jungkook chuckled. “His cat would definitely not allow that.”
“He has a cat?”
“Yeah. Namjoon. They’re ... interesting. Seokjin and Jimin-hyungs found their cats at a shelter. No one wanted them, so they adopted them. The four of them live together just a few-minute walk from here. Jimin-hyung works at that salon--”
“The gay one downstairs?”
“Yep, that one. So Seokjin-hyung brings him lunch all the time and brings me food, too.”
“I guess going over to his house would take way more effort. Why do that when he delivers anyway?”
“Wow, you’re lazy.”
“I’m a cat.”
“You can’t use that as an excuse because Namjoon-hyung likes to study and solve math problems for fun, and Hobi-hyung likes to dance. He goes to Jimin’s dance classes with him every other day.”
“Hm, then I guess I’m just lazy.”
Jungkook smiled and then froze at the press of a forehead to his neck. It made his chest warm and tight, and ... well, yep. This is what affection is. Or Affection. Capital A.
Nothing else. The warming in his stomach, the shaking of his hands as he settled them on Suga’s bare legs. Nope. Nothing. Just Affection.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi spent the first part of the afternoon (after Jungkook left for work) reading manga. He had plans to read the entire “Black Butler” series, but Taehyung sauntered in at about five.
“Suga!” he called, voice high and obnoxious.
Yoongi snorted and lifted his head enough to see around the chair. God, Taehyung was beautiful. He had on baggy black slacks and a wild, loud purple shirt with bold yellow, blue and pink flowers scattered over it. His long messy hair was pulled back with a bandana again, blue to match the flowers and he slipped off ratty sandals and padded into the living room with bare feet. His smile reflected almost brighter than the dangling earrings and necklaces he wore. Add with the deep color of his skin, the beauty of his brown eyes and the perfection of his facial structure and Yoongi was smitten.
Jungkook was cute in that high-school-jock, drama-lead sort of way.
Taehyung looked like a deity that deserved to be worshipped.
Yoongi licked his lips.
“I got you something. Come here.”
Yoongi stared at the perfect square of sunlight he’d been laying in and sighed, but turned onto his stomach, stretched out his arms and legs, and then stood up and headed to the table.
A canvas bag sat on the table.
“Jungkookie doesn’t always appreciate the special moments in life like taking a bath or being edged--”
Yoongi snorted.
“--but if you like baths, then I have some stuff for you from the store. I wasn’t sure what scent you’d like so I just bought a bunch and the rest I can return tomorrow.”
He took out bath bombs, and Yoongi perked up, caught himself smiling as he pulled himself up onto a stool and sat at the table.
Their combined scents hit him all at once and he gagged.
“Too much?”
Yoongi nodded.
Taehyung put them all back in the bag really fast and the scents lessened. “We can do one by one or you can tell me what you like the most and we’ll start from there.”
“Flowers,” Yoongi said right away. “Just ... I like flowers.”
“And what don’t you like?”
“Berries, fruity smells. They just ... they never smell right. But flowers always smell good.”
Taehyung dug into the bag and pulled out only a few of the bath bombs.
Yoongi sniffed each one and smiled. “Yeah. I like these. This one ...” He brought it up to his nose. It was a pale green and smelled like ...
“That one is my favorite,” Taehyung said and took out a second one. “I bought one for myself, but you can have it. It’s not like I don’t work there.”
Yeah. It smelled like Taehyung. Like roses and grass and ...
“What is it?” Yoongi whispered.
“We call it Wild Meadow. It’s a combination of prairie grass, jasmine, and rose.”
“Yeah. That ... it smells like I'm lying in a meadow. It smells like you,” Yoongi said without realizing it, holding it close to his face.
Taehyung laughed. “You like how I smell?”
Yoongi blushed and nodded. “You always smell so good. So ... like flowers, sometimes like orange.”
“Yeah, Minki-ya likes the orange fragrances at works, so I always smell like orange when he’s around.”
“I don’t mind orange,” Yoongi said, trying to get the blush off his cheeks.
Taehyung took out a pale orange bath bomb. “And there are a couple more forest-y ones like pine and mint and sage.”
“I like sage and sandalwood things too.”
“Good, so no berries, but other fruit scents are okay?”
“Sometimes. Mostly citrus is okay. I don’t like watermelon either. Or like cucumber things. They don’t smell anything like the real thing.”
“Glad to know these things.” Taehyung winked at him. “I’ll go put these under the bathroom sink for you.”
“Thank you,” Yoongi suddenly said and met his eyes. “Thanks ... I ... I haven’t ever gotten a present before, at least not one that wasn’t a sex toy and more for my master than for me.”
Taehyung smiled widely at him. “Well, you better get used to it, because I plan on spoiling you rotten.”
“Wooing me, then?”
“Through bath bombs?”
Yoongi blushed again. “It’s not like it’s working.”
Taehyung chuckled. “Sure it’s not.”
Yoongi grumbled while Taehyung went into the bathroom. He had a sudden urge to hide ... from Taehyung? From ... his feelings? From himself. He didn’t really understand except that he was embarrassed and unsure. He didn’t like feeling like that.
But Taehyung wasn’t going to hurt him. He wasn’t going to use those feelings against him. He knew that Taehyung wasn’t pretending to be nice to him only to hurt him later. He knew that. He did!
He hoped.
Yoongi went to the couch and curled up with one of the pillows, burying his nose in it. His ear twitched, tracking Taehyung’s steps into the living room so he wasn’t surprised when Taehyung sat next to him on the couch.
“So, you like the way I smell, huh?”
Yoongi pouted against the pillow and muttered, “No, shut up.”
Taehyung laughed.
Yoongi did not stop him when Taehyung moved closer. He didn’t stop him when Taehyung wrapped his arms around him. And he didn’t purr, no he did not, as he nuzzled his way into Taehyung’s loud shirt.
Taehyung ran his hand through Yoongi’s hair.
And okay. So maybe he purred a little bit.
>(^o^)<
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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