Satiation 1/2

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Title: Satiation 1/2
Pairing: Namjoon/Seokjin/Jungkook
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: These guys aren't mine. They aren't yours either. You shouldn't be charging money to write fanfics. That's actually illegal unless you pay BTS royalties.

Summary: Jungkook escapes from prison and lands on a farm, right between two men, who only want to take care of him.

Warning: mentions of past abuse, underage sex, drug-induced sex, and manipulation. Jungkook is not underage when this fic happens. Cockwarming, come eating, oral fixation, finger sucking, and excessive amounts of cooing at Jungkook.

A/N1: This fic is for my wife. Well, we aren't married yet. So my fiance. Though I still need to ask her. So my girlfriend, but ... maybe we need to have the DTR talk. So my friend. You know what? It doesn't matter. She's mine either way. This fic is for my mine. Even though she wouldn't let me name it Finger Lickin' Good.

A/N2: Yes, I am still on hiatus, but this fic let me write it, so it is written.



satiation, noun: The condition of being full to or beyond satisfaction.

The first thing Jungkook does with his new-found freedom is shove his fingers down his throat and throw up the mixture of come, slop, and whatever concoction his captors forced into him to make him more pliant and eager. His throat burns, his eyes water, and he probably will regret it when his stomach cramps in hunger. But he needs a clear head. He can’t stumble in a couple of hours as his muscles give and his body only decides to want one thing.

The second thing he does is splash into the first river he finds to wash the mixture of dirt, grime, come, spit, old and new vomit, shit, and piss off his body. He uses his shirt to scrub his skin raw and then does his best to clean both the threadbare shirt and tattered pants. The water runs brown around his body.

The third thing he does is fall asleep, and he didn’t mean to do that. He put his clothes over a fallen tree to get them to dry and just meant to rest before running again. Sun shines on his face when he wakes, and it feels so good to be warm, to be outside, to be free of the dank, dark, stone walls that held him for who knows how many years.

There is enough of those herbs left in his system that he wakes up hard and weak. He can’t do much but put his hand on his dick and stroke himself off. He has just enough energy to turn to the side and splatter his release all over the dirt.

It takes too many hours for his limbs to cooperate again, for his small whimpers to fade, for his cock to soften after his second or third orgasm.

His stomach growls. He has to eat something, and he has to leave. He’s been on this riverbank too long. No matter how picturesque it seems with its green trees and babbling noises, he’s too close to his prison. Someone is going to find him.

With shaking limbs, he pulls on his dry clothes. There’s a hefty beetle crawling on his pants and he pops it in his mouth, washing it down with a gulp of water from the river. The sun is sinking beyond the canopy of trees, cooling everything down and casting shadows over the terrain.

Jungkook shivers. He’ll have to walk at night so he doesn’t freeze too badly during the cold hours of darkness. He needs to find a town. He needs food. More than just the occasional bug or fruit that he finds. He’ll have to steal something, even if he doesn’t want to.

The first town he comes to is small, too small, and there’s a night watchman set up along the main road. Jungkook keeps his head down and continues, feeling his heavy gaze on him. There’s no way to slip between the narrow spaces of the buildings to steal something, not with the man watching so close. He continues.

He walks until dawn and then finds a clearing in the woods and collapses. His legs spasm, protesting the exertion and his body is so hot, and then cold. And ... well, he’s still horny. He has to chase his release again, and then again. There’s something wrong with him. He’s too weak to do anything else, and he really hopes that he can move on the next day.

It’s hard to wake up. It’s hard to stand up. But Jungkook does, and he walks, more stumbling, into and through the next town and the next.

By day three, he’s hungry and delirious, his skin and body are hot with a fever, and he hasn’t seen anyone or anything since day two. The road is deserted, almost overgrown in places. The heat of the day clings into the night. Or maybe he’s just so sick.

Maybe it’s better if he sits on the road and doesn’t get up. Maybe someone will help him.

Or he’ll be found by his captors and returned to his cell.

The thought spurs him on. His vision is blurry, but there’s a light up ahead in the dark. As he nears, he realizes it’s a farmhouse. moonlight gleams off fields of crops. The light comes from a house set back from the road. Beyond the house are a couple of buildings, probably a barn. Maybe a pantry.

Food. Maybe there’s food. He staggers into the first building. It’s a barn.

Dogs bark, their noises loud enough to upset the animals inside, and horses whinny and stomp their hooves on the wooden floor.

“Shh, shh, shh,” Jungkook murmurs even though he can’t even see the dogs. He can’t see much of anything, but someone is going to investigate soon.

There’s a shout from outside, and Jungkook scrambles up the nearest ladder. Scrambles. Well, lurches. He’s going too slow, he’ll be found for sure. He drags his body up and onto worn wooden planks of a hay loft. Loose hay lies in a pile next to a few bales stacked two high. Jungkook’s body gives up and he crawls into the loose hay, slumps into it with a moan just as a door below opens and a deep voice shushes the dogs. And then everything is black.

---

Disoriented.

Jungkook is used to feeling disoriented, but usually it’s when he’s been trussed up in chains with his hair dangling to the floor and his body cold and covered in ... things. And pain.

He’s warm now, laying on something soft. Not his cell. Not stone.

Even softer is the brush of fabric on his cheek. His arms move, pull at the dusty blue blanket. A blanket. He hasn’t had a blanket in so long.

But ... he did not have a blanket. Before. In the hayloft. The dogs. The ...

Jungkook sits up with a shout, blinking his eyes open. His vision swims and he groans, body protesting the quick movement. Everything hurts. He is in the hayloft, sitting in a pile of hay, around him are the bales he remembers seeing before. But they’ve been moved. Like they’re blocking him away.

It’s daytime. Light seeps through the wooden slats of the barn, dust motes sparkling in the rays.

He wraps the blanket around himself and tries not to panic. His stomach grumbles in the quiet of the barn.

Muffled voices filter into the barn, and Jungkook tries to scoot back, hiding into the farthest corner as the door opens. A loud voice says, “Look, I understand you have to check, but there isn’t anyone here. You think my dogs would be as calm as they are right now if someone was hiding in here.”

It’s unfamiliar. But the one that answers him is not. Lee Seunghyun.

“He was seen passing through the last town, so we have to check.”

Jungkook bites down hard on his lip and hopes he didn’t whimper in fear. There are boots thudding on the floorboards below and then on the ladder. He doesn’t dare move, wishes he’d thrown the blanket over his head to hide, but he knows that Seunghyun-shi will hear if he even breathes. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly and waits.

The other man speaks. “There’s another smaller building down near the creek that holds some of our winter supply of food. If you’re looking for someone on the run, I’d check there. He’s probably hungry. I haven’t been there in a few days, but we can go look.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. This man ... he doesn’t know who Jungkook is or what ... but he gave Jungkook a blanket, hid him, protected him.

The door of the barn shuts behind them, and Jungkook curls into a tight ball and gasps in relief and disbelief. His body shakes, both from hunger and cramps. Seunghyun-shi’s voice echoes in his head. All the abuse. All the slurs. All the degradation.

Jungkook doesn’t have enough to cry, his body too far spent, but he still shakes. He shakes and shakes until his body can’t move anymore.

He has no idea how much time has passed before the man returns. Alone. The door opens. Boots on the floor. Creaking ladder.

Jungkook can’t stop his whine this time as he tries to curl up into a smaller ball and hide.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” the man says, his voice soft and deep. “That man left more than an hour ago and he won’t be back. I won’t let him hurt you. Not anymore.”

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say so he stays silent. He stops shaking.

“You can stay out here in the barn if you want, or you can come inside. It’s almost dinnertime, and Seokjin-hyung is really worried about you.”

Carefully, Jungkook pulls the blanket away from his head. Their eyes meet and the man smiles, a wide grin for his wide face, complete with dimples. He has long brown hair, pulled up haphazardly on top of his head. He looks broad and strong. He’s so handsome, Jungkook blushes and looks away.

“Your name is Jeon Jungkook?” he asks.

Jungkook swallows and nods. “Y-yes.” He breaks off and coughs. He is so thirsty.

“My name is Kim Namjoon. I have a small farm that you’ve stumbled upon that I run with my ... friend ... Kim Seokjin.”

Jungkook notes the pause before that word “friend” and dares to look up.

Namjoon-shi smiles at him. “You’re more than welcome to stay up here, but I’m sure you’re hungry. Would you like to come and eat some food? You don’t have to stay. But ...”

“Yes,” Jungkook says, again coughing. “I ... I want food.”

“And water?” he asks with a soft smile.

“Please.”

Namjoon-shi nods and jerks his head backwards. “Come on, Jungkook-ie.”

Jungkook bites his lip, stomach fluttering with nerves. But not the same kind of nerves as he’s used to. He’s used to fear clouding his brain. Not ... hope, maybe it’s hope. The blanket tangles around his arms as he crawls across the floor, making him stumble. Namjoon-shi smiles at him in patience and kindness.

“I’ll help you down if you need it.”

Jungkook needs it. His body is really sore. His legs are weak. He trembles at the drop to the floor. He climbed all the way up there?

“Easy,” Namjoon-shi whispers and touches his leg. Jungkook flinches with a cry. Namjoon-shi hums in apology. “I have to touch you to help you. Turn around, let me lead you.”

Jungkook doesn’t want to trust him, not yet, but he is too weak to do it on his own. He turns, shaking at the soft touch on his legs. They’re pulled to the side and Jungkook lets himself be shimmied over to the ladder until he can bend and place his feet on a rung.

“There you go, sweetheart. Slowly. Just go down slow.”

The pet name sounds practiced and automatic, like how Namjoon-shi coos and talks to his farm animals, and Jungkook flushes. He likes that. Likes the soft tones and gentle touch. No one has been gentle with him in a long time.

“I’m going to keep my hands right here while we go down,” Namjoon-shi says, hands resting lightly on Jungkook’s waist.

Jungkook’s hands shake on the ladder rungs. His knees knock into the wooden rails. He feels sweat bead on his forehead. The words Namjoon-shi whispers do not register in his ears, just the tone, the careful touches, the security. Like a blanket. Like the blanket he woke up under. The blanket Namjoon-shi gave him.

He isn’t expecting to be down the ladder and his bare heel catches on the flat floor, his other foot twisting on the rung. He totters back, hands slipping off the ladder. He waits for the swooning feeling of falling, for the harsh thud to the ground. But he never hits.

Namjoon-shi is there, behind him, holding him up, arms around his waist with a gentle, “Careful, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And Jungkook would cry if he could. He shakes in Namjoon-shi’s arms.

“Are you okay to walk?”

Jungkook doesn’t know. He makes a panicked noise in the back of his throat.

“How about I carry you?” The arms around his waist tense and he follows the lead, turning to press his face against Namjoon-shi’s strong chest. His hands flail against rough fabric. Namjoon-shi is so warm.

“Is that okay, sweetheart?”

Jungkook nods, cheek pressed tight to Namjoon-shi’s shoulder.

“Hang on, then,” he says. Again Jungkook follows his physical directions. Hooking his arms around Namjoon-shi’s neck and trying not to cry out when he’s hefted onto his strong back. He hooks Jungkook’s knees at his elbows.

Jungkook clings to his warmth, pressing his face to the skin of the back of Namjoon-shi’s neck. His eyes shut again the pain from his body. But unfortunately, there’s more than one reaction to the closeness and heat of another body, especially with Jungkook pressed against Namjoon-shi’s back, inner thighs rubbing against his waist with every step. It’s so embarrassing to be hard so fast. There must still be something in his system.

The farmhouse is much smaller than the barn. Jungkook doesn’t do more than glance at it as they approach. The door is already open, and they enter.

The first thing Jungkook notices is the smell of spices and food.

The second is the beautiful man sitting at a table who says, “Joon-ie, did you talk--oh, hello there.”

Jungkook hides his face and blushes.

“This is Jeon Jungkook,” Namjoon-shi says. “Jungkook-ie, this is Kim Seokjin, my partner.”

More truthful than “friend,” Jungkook thinks. “Nice to meet you,” he whispers. “Please take care of me.”

“Oh, sweetpea, we will. Are you hungry? I finished dinner.” He waves his arm at the table.

Jungkook sees a few bowls of food. It’s so much food.

“I’m going to put you in a chair,” Namjoon-shi says, tilting his head back for a soft touch to his cheek. “Think you’ll be okay.”

Jungkook hums as Namjoon-shi moves closer to Seokjin-shi. He sets him down and Jungkook thinks he’s okay until Namjoon-shi moves and Jungkook’s weight hits his feet and pain twists up his body and it hurts and he topples, right into Seokjin-shi.

Seokjin-shi makes the same soft cooing noises as Namjoon-shi as he helps Jungkook settle to the floor. Jungkook’s chest hitches as he folds down to sit. He clings to Seokjin-shi’s leg, hiding his face behind his knee.

Fingers card through his hair. It’s really gross, sweaty, oily, tangled up, but Seokjin-shi doesn’t seem to mind.

There’s a soft chuckle from above and then fingers on his cheek.

“Open up, sweetpea,” Seokjin-shi says and the smell of meat clouds his nose.

Jungkook glances up at him, eyes narrowing in on the small piece of meat in Seokjin-shi’s fingers.

“You need to eat, not too much, you don’t want to be sick, but we need to get food into you. Open your mouth.”

It’s not a harsh command, but still a command, and Jungkook obeys. Seokjin-shi places the strip of meat onto his tongue and he moans at the flavors that taste better than it smells.

“Good boy. Chew slow before you swallow.” Seokjin-shi traces his finger over Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook obeys. He’s learned to obey. A soft piece of potato follows, and then maybe a carrot, another slice of meat. The cool edge of a cup presses to his lips, and Seokjin-shi says, “Drink.”

Jungkook drinks.

“That’s enough for now, sweetpea,” Seokjin-shi says.

Jungkook wants more and he whimpers, glancing up at Seokjin-shi, who only smiles at him softly and thumbs at his lips. Jungkook opens his mouth and licks at his thumb.

“You are so cute,” Seokjin-shi says. “Are you okay to rest there while I finish eating, and then maybe we can give you a bath?”

Jungkook doesn’t care. He just ... he wants ... wants. He gasps and lets his mouth open. Fingers touch his mouth, his teeth, his tongue and he closes his mouth and sucks. The need fades a little. His dick is still so hard, but he’s used to not being given a release. It doesn’t hurt yet.

But as he suckles on Seokjin-shi’s fingers, as he eats and drinks when Seokjin tells him to, putting his fingers back into Jungkook’s mouth, the need grows worse. His skin is hot, fire licks at his belly, his dick is throbbing and pulsing precome all over his pants and thighs. He doesn’t know he’s whining until Seokjin-shi cups his cheeks and lifts his head, a frown on his face.

“What’s wrong, sweetpea?”

Jungkook gasps. “Don’t ... don’t want ...” He cannot explain. He doesn’t know how to explain.

“Is this making you horny?” Namjoon-shi asks as he kneels on the floor. He cups the back of Jungkook’s neck and squeezes.

Jungkook’s head falls back with a gasp and Seokjin-shi traces his open mouth with his fingers.

“Don’t ... don’t ...” He shuts his mouth around Seokjin’s fingers and whines.

Namjoon-shi runs his hands down Jungkook’s sides, making him shake harder. He doesn’t want ... he doesn’t. He doesn’t want this!

“Shh, sweetheart,” Namjoon-shi says as he pushes the tattered pants off his hips. “Let us take care of you.”

Jungkook shakes his head hard enough that he gets dizzy, or maybe it’s from the hands on his bare hips or from the pleasure coursing through him.

“Oh wow,” Seokjin-shi almost breathes.

Namjoon-shi chuckles. “Lift up your arms, sweetheart.”

Jungkook doesn't want to. He doesn't want them to touch him. He doesn’t ...

But he obeys and Seokjin-shi lifts his shirt up and over his head.

“Gorgeous, sweetpea. You are so gorgeous.” Hands ... Seokjin-shi’s hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders.

“Keep your fingers in his mouth. He likes that.”

Seokjin-shi practically shoves them into Jungkook’s throat and he whines, closing his mouth around them and sucking frantically. Namjoon-shi’s hand stays on his neck, the other one grips his erection, and Jungkook moans, hips jerking into the touch.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Hold still. Remember to breathe.”

It’s so hard to breathe. Jungkook focuses on the fingers in his mouth instead. That’s easier. It’s easier to suck on them, easier to concentrate. And not on the unwanted pleasure twisting through his body. It hurts so much.

Namjoon-shi’s strokes on his dick are fast and tight.

Jungkook’s vision goes spotty, gray, and he clings tighter to Seokjin-shi’s leg and accidentally bites down on his fingers when he comes. The rough cloth of his shirt wraps around his dick when he comes, and he gasps at the sudden sensitivity.

“There you go, there you go. Oh, sweetheart, you’re all right. We’ve got you.”

Jungkook gasps against Seokjin-shi’s thigh. He feels sick. Dizzy and weak. He hears Namjoon-shi telling him to breathe, giving him a pattern to follow. It takes a really long time for him to follow. His head feels so empty. His body aches so much.

Jungkook knows he’d be crying if he could.

“Do you want a bath, sweetpea?” Seokjin-shi asks.

Jungkook moans and tries to say yes, but his mouth is dry and he can’t swallow yet past the shimmering on his body. He nods.

“Okay. Namjoon-shi is going to pick you up and take you out on the porch. I’m going to follow with a bucket of water and we’re going to soap you up and then rinse you clean, okay?”

Jungkook nods again. When they both stand at once, Jungkook whines and clings to Seokjin-shi’s leg. He runs his hand through his matted hair and murmurs reassurances. Namjoon-shi stoops and loops Jungkook’s arms around his shoulders before hefting him into his arms. It hurts, but being able to press his face into Namjoon-shi’s warm neck makes it worth it.

The evening air is cool, and Jungkook shivers, trying to curl closer into Namjoon-shi’s body heat.

“Careful now,” he whispers and sets him down on his feet. “Don’t fall over. I need you to stand up.”

The worn boards of the porch are smooth against Jungkook’s dirty feet. He knows he can’t stand on his own. His knees are already buckling. Namjoon-shi does not step away from him. Seokjin-shi comes close and puts a heavy pot down with a grunt.

“Top to bottom?”

Namjoon-shi agrees. “He’s going to wash your hair first. You need to stand up, sweetheart.”

Jungkook whines and shakes his head. “I...I ca-can’t.”

“I think you can, you just don’t want to let go of me.”

Jungkook pouts against his shoulder and then huffs. He really does try to stand on his own, but almost as soon as Namjoon-shi steps away from him, he’s wavering and slipping as his left knee crumples.

“Sorry. I’m sorry!” he says, and then shouts again and again against Namjoon-shi’s chest. Namjoon-shi curls his arms around Jungkook’s bare back and hums at him until he quiets.

“Bottom to top then,” Seokjin says.

The first touch of warmth on his feet makes Jungkook flinch. He glances down at Seokjin-shi, on his knees, wiping up his legs with a warm, wet towel. Suds are left behind.

Soap. Actual soap. And it smells like flowers.

Jungkook scrunches his nose up with a happy smile and leans against Namjoon-shi more so he can lift his leg and make it easier for Seokjin-shi to wash.

“Good boy,” Namjoon-shi breathes into his hair.

Seokjin-shi washes up his legs, drawing laughter from him at the tickling sensation behind his knees and just under his asscheeks. He scrubs up his cleft and uses his fingers to get him really clean. Jungkook pants against Namjoon-shi’s shoulder, but doesn’t get hard, thank god. Not until Seokjin-shi washes the front of him, and then he is only a little hard. They let him sit on a rough towel so Seokjin-shi can wash the top of him, and he keeps leaning against Namjoon-shi until it’s time to wash his hair.

Seokjin-shi wets his hair with a cup, commands Jungkook to shut his eyes and for Namjoon to get another bucket of clean water that he left on the fire. Jungkook sighs at the first touch of Seokjin-shi’s fingers in his hair. It feels really good to have his head scratched and feel the clinging suds of soap trailing down his neck.

And now his dick is hard and he hates it. He just wanted to enjoy this. But once he’s hard, he can’t stop it, and by the time Seokjin-shi is using the clean water to rinse him off, he is panting and squirming.

“Well, what is this?” he asks, pouring the warm water right over his dick.

Jungkook moans, head tilting back. “S-sorry. Can’t ... can’t control ... messed me up. I don’t know.”

Seokjin-shi chuckles. “We’ll talk about it when you are coherent. Do you want to take care of it?”

He shakes his head. “You ... you do it. Please.”

“I thought you didn’t want us to touch you earlier,” Namjoon-shi says.

“Don’t ... but ... but ... over faster with you. Feels better.”

“We can definitely help you,” Seokjin-shi says. “Lean against Namjoon-ah.”

Easy to obey, since he practically is anyway. Namjoon-shi’s arm snakes around Jungkook’s waist, hitching him closer.

“‘M all wet,” Jungkook protests.

“It’s okay,” Namjoon-shi says against his hair. Lips touch his neck, shooting fire along his skin. “Watch Jin-hyung.”

Jungkook opens his eyes with a pout. It’s too hard to concentrate.

Seokjin-shi has the soap in his hands, lathering them up until suds drip to Jungkook’s thigh. The need thrumming in his body lessens. But it’s the wrong feeling. It’s more like it just waits. Like the calm moment of a river before the chaotic plunge over a waterfall.

Jungkook holds his breath.

When Seokjin-shi touches his dick, Jungkook tumbles over the edge. His eyes shut, his hips buck up into the touch.

Namjoon-shi tells him to hold still, his long fingers curl around Jungkook’s throat. His other hand grips his hip and both tighten, holding him in place.

Jungkook whines at the spike of pleasure that comes from being controlled, obeying. That, he knows, isn’t from the drugs in his system. That is just ... just him.

“You okay, sweetpea?” Seokjin-shi asks, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. His hand is in a loose grip on his dick, slow strokes up and down.

Jungkook nods. “Yes, please. Please. Please hurry.”

Seokjin-shi smiles and gives him a kiss to his lips. “I’m so sorry you don’t really like this. Maybe one day--”

Jungkook whines. One day? What does that mean? Does that mean they’ll let him stay?

He can’t think about it anymore as Seokjin-shi speeds up the strokes on his dick. The soap makes it so slick and it really does feel so good. Seokjin-shi holds him down with a hand on his thigh and his body weight, and Jungkook really, really likes being between them, controlled, immobile, even if he doesn’t really like the way his stomach coils with heat, the way his dick throbs, the way everything hurts before it snaps. His cry when he comes turns into a whimper at how sensitive everything is. Come splatters all over his stomach, his thighs, both of their arms. There’s still so much of it.

“Wow, sweetheart,” Namjoon-shi coos in his ear. “You’re so gorgeous. So precious. Did that feel good?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Don’t ... like it. It hurts.”

“It’s better now,” Seokjin-shi says and pats his cheek. With his dirty hand. “Oh, sorry, sweetpea.” He uses the wet towel to wipe at his face and then the rest of his body. Jungkook doesn’t notice when he finishes cleaning his skin. He leans against Namjoon-shi’s strong chest and falls asleep.

---

Jungkook wakes up surrounded by softness and warmth. It’s ten times better than waking in the hay loft and that was a hundred times better than the prison he lived in. It takes a few minutes for Jungkook to figure out why he isn’t panicking anymore.

Namjoon-shi. Seokjin-shi.

There is a soft voice singing from somewhere in the house.

Jungkook takes stock of his body. He’s still sore, but he can move all of his limbs, and when he sits up, his head doesn’t feel like it’s going to explode. He is in a bed, up near the rafters of the house. There’s a heavy trunk at the foot of the bed and an armoire off to the side. Only the barest amount of orange sunlight streams through a small window near the v of the roof.

Jungkook vaguely remembers clinging to Seokjin-shi’s back as he and Namjoon-shi brought him up to their bed. He doesn’t remember if they all slept together. He isn’t sure what day it is.

He is still naked, and he pulls the blankets around himself with a whine of embarrassment. The blankets are thick with feathers and the pillows soft under his body. Everything feels so good against his skin.

The singing stops for a moment and then Seokjin-shi’s head appears above the floor of the loft. He smiles softly.

“Ah, Jungkook-ie. Finally awake. How are you feeling?”

Jungkook bites his lower lip and then smiles. “I feel good, hyu-hyu-Seokjin-shi.”

“You can call me hyung, you can call us both hyung.”

Jungkook blushes. “Okay, h-hyung.”

“Good boy. Stay right there. Hyung will be up with some breakfast.”

“I can get--”

Seokjin-shi silences him with a look. “Stay there.”

“Yes, hyung,” he says quickly, looking down. He bites his lip and holds his breath.

Jungkook doesn’t let out his breath until Seokjin-shi is rummaging around on the lower level again. He curls up with the blanket, calming the tightening of his chest that came from that one look of disappointment. His breath is shallow while he waits. Eventually, a tray is placed on the floor of the loft and then Seokjin-shi climbs up the ladder.

“Sit up against the headboard,” Seokjin-shi says.

Jungkook obeys quickly, to not disappoint him again, fumbling with the blankets to keep them around his bare body. He can’t cover all of himself, so he shivers as he lets his upper body stay exposed and keeps the blanket over his lap.

“I want you to eat as much as you can,” Seokjin-shi says, “but don’t eat it all because you think it will make me happy. I want you to be well. That will make me happy. Understand?”

Jungkook nods eagerly. “Yes, hyung.”

Seokjin-shi smiles. He sits down on the bed close to Jungkook and settles the tray over his lap. Jungkook is nervous. His hands shake. He grips the blankets tightly, trying to gain the courage to let them go, so he can eat.

But then Seokjin picks up the spoon, dips it into the porridge that still has steam rising from it. He blows on it before offering it to Jungkook. And Jungkook opens his mouth. Flavors burst on his tongue. Cinnamon, spices, fruit ... apple, maybe? There is a sweetness to it that he can’t place, a smoothness almost of cream.

Jungkook moans in utter appreciation. He swallows quickly and opens his mouth for another bite with an eager whine.

Seokjin-shi chuckles. “You like that, sweetpea?”

Jungkook nods and accepts another bite. “‘T’s so good, h-hyung.”

“I’m glad you like it. How are you feeling? You slept for an entire day.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “A whole day?”

Seokjin-shi laughs. “Yes. You slept all through the night last night and now it’s almost time for bed again.”

Jungkook pouts. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says with a fond smile. He feeds Jungkook another bite. “You had a fever, and your muscles were spasming. I even gave your legs a long massage and you didn’t wake up.”

Jungkook blushes at the thought of those hands on him. He bites his lip, not knowing what to say.

“I-I...I--” He glances up at Seokjin-shi’s soft noise of encouragement. He eats another scoop of porridge before saying, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much for your help.”

Seokjin-shi’s smile widens. “It’s our pleasure, baby. You can stay if you want. Namjoon-ah and I would very much like you to stay with us, here on our farm. You have some muscles on you, and we could use the help with chores.”

Jungkook looks away. His chest is really tight, it’s hard to breathe, but he isn’t so turned on that he can’t do anything else but come. His breathing isn’t limited, no one is choking him. He doesn’t really understand this feeling, and he holds a fist to his chest in his confusion.

Seokjin-shi coos at him, placing the tray on the ground. He cups Jungkook’s cheeks and wipes the tears from his eyes.

“Sweetpea, are you upset?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I ... I don’t know. Just ... my chest hurts because you’ve been so nice to me.”

“You’re feeling emotions. It’s okay.”

“I ... I am really ... ... I don’t know.”

Seokjin-shi pulls Jungkook against his chest and lets him cry. His hands are so soft and gentle in Jungkook’s hair, his fingers trace the tingles up and down his bare back. It feels so nice to be held, to not be afraid.

“Do you want to stay with us, sweetpea?”

Jungkook can’t speak, so he nods against Seokjin-shi’s chest.

“Good. You can stay for as long as you’d like. Now.” He pushes Jungkook away. “You need to finish your porridge.”

Jungkook bites his lips and nods. “It’s really good, hyung.”

“Thank you.”

Seokjin picks up the tray. Jungkook feels like he can hold the spoon himself now that he’s a little calmer, but when he reaches for it, Seokjin-shi tsks at him in irritation and takes the spoon himself, continuing to feed Jungkook. Jungkook knows he can do it himself, but a well of happy bursts in his chest, because he likes it so much, likes being taken care of, likes the attention. He purposely spills a little bit over his lips.

“Aigoo, so messy,” Seokjin says, swipes the clump of oats onto his finger and then shoves that finger into Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook moans and sucks.

Seokjin’s thumb rubs along his jaw while Jungkook “cleans” his finger. “Namjoon-ie went out to feed and corral the horses for the night. When he gets back, we’ll talk, okay?”

Jungkook nods.

“Let go of my finger so you can eat more.”

Jungkook pouts, but does as he is told. He ends up eating almost the entire bowl before his stomach grumbles at him to stop.

“I don’t want to stop eating. It tastes so good.”

Seokjin-shi smiles at him. “There will be more for breakfast.”

“I can have more?”

“Of course, sweetpea.”

Jungkook stares at him for a moment, his chest tightening with emotions he does not understand. And then he bursts into tears. Again. He doesn’t understand why he’s crying again.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” Seokjin-shi asks. He settles the tray on the floor and climbs into the bed, letting Jungkook curl up against him. His hand is warm on his side, sliding up and down his body while Seokjin-shi coos at him. Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s crying, doesn’t know why he can’t stop crying.

His breathing speeds up as he starts to panic.

“Shh, sweetpea, shh,” Seokjin-shi whispers and then there are fingers at his mouth, and Jungkook latches onto them, sucking harshly while holding his breath. Seokjin-shi lets him for a little while and then pulls them away. But Jungkook whines, mouth open, tongue out. Seokjin-shi laughs.

“Okay, baby, okay. Here you go.” He traces Jungkook’s lips with his finger before allowing Jungkook to suck on three of his fingers again. He wraps his tongue around them and then between them. He surges forward to get them deeper, uncaring when he gags a little.

“Slow down, sweetpea. Slow down. You don’t have to try so hard. I won’t move my fingers.”

Jungkook relaxes in relief. He blinks, the last few tears fall from his eyes and he curls up around Seokjin-shi, head on his thigh, arms around his leg. He doesn’t suck on the fingers anymore, just holds them in his mouth.

“Good boy,” Seokjin-shi whispers and pumps his fingers slowly in and out of Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook loses track of time, concentrating on the feel of the fingers in his mouth.

“You’re still hard.”

Jungkook nods. It’s annoying because he doesn’t want to be hard.

Seokjin-shi sighs and moves the blankets to bare his lower half.

Jungkook bites down on his fingers and whines in protest.

“No, sweetpea. No. I know you don’t want to, but it can be dangerous if you don’t come. You haven’t softened up at all since I’ve been up here, which means you were hard in your sleep. I have no idea how long you’ve been hard, but I’m not willing to risk you getting injured when I can take care of it.”

Jungkook scrunches up his nose and narrows his eyes. He sucks harder in retaliation, and Seokjin-shi narrows his eyes. He removes his hand and taps Jungkook’s cheek in a soft smack. “No. Be good.”

Jungkook whines and tries to curl up on himself.

Seokjin-shi grabs his knees and spreads his legs. “The sooner you let me, the sooner it will be over, okay?”

Jungkook doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t like Seokjin-shi’s voice right now. He sounds so upset with him, and Jungkook is so upset and he covers his face with his hands but doesn’t try to close his legs. He tenses up in anticipation of the first touch and his cry is muffled when it finally comes. His dick hurts now, hurts with Seokjin-shi’s hand around it, pumping it firmly but slowly.

“Okay, sweetpea?”

Jungkook shakes his head. He hates so much that it feels good, that his body is responding to the touches and he can’t do anything about it.

He thinks about his prison, the last guard to fuck him, and then Seunghyun, but Seunghyun before, when he was nice, when he was slow, when he was so gentle with Jungkook before he ... before ...

Jungkook cries, burying his face into a pillow even as his hips lift up into the touches, even as his dick throbs.

He is so so glad that it doesn’t take long, that Seokjin-shi’s slick hand speeds up and he shudders through an orgasm that hurts more than it feels good.

Seokjin-shi coos at him, whispers gentle praise at him for being so good, and Jungkook feels wretched.

Seokjin-shi uses a towel to clean him up and then covers his body back up with the blanket. And then to Jungkook’s relief, he lets Jungkook suck on his fingers again.

Jungkook curls into his chest and cries. He cries in relief because he doesn’t hurt anymore, and he cries because Seokjin-shi ... Seokjin-shi wanted to take care of him and Jungkook wishes he liked his touches. He wants to, but he can’t, not when all he can think of is the way they used him in prison, the way Seunghyun betrayed him.

He jerks in surprise when a door opens downstairs.

“Jinnie?”

“Upstairs.”

Namjoon-shi stomps his way up, his head popping up over the floor of the loft. He smiles at them. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” Seokjin-shi says. “Jungkook-ie ate and had a little bit of an emotional moment. I had to make him come again, but he’s calmed down now.”

Jungkook blushes and tries to hide away from Namjoon-shi’s soft, gentle look. He finishes coming up into the loft and easily settles next to Seokjin-shi. The way their heads just turn, their mouths just meet, the way the kiss is so soft and easy between them, all makes Jungkook’s chest tighten again. He whines, and Namjoon-shi smiles down at him. He says nothing and then his eyes widen a little and he lets his own fingers slide up Jungkook’s neck and presses a finger into his mouth with Seokjin-shi’s.

Jungkook moans and starts sucking on them, four or five, he isn’t sure. His eyes flutter shut and he twists between them.

“How are the horses?” Seokjin-shi asks.

Namjoon-shi answers the question, but Jungkook doesn’t listen to the rest of the conversation. He’s too focused on the fingers in his mouth, the way he feels so secure between them. It makes him happy enough to cry again, just little tears and small whimpers. After just a look down at him, Seokjin-shi and Namjoon-shi ignore him and continue their conversation.

When Seokjin-shi pulls his fingers from Jungkook’s mouth, Jungkook pouts and glares up at him.

“Be good,” Seokjin says with a tap to his nose. “We want to ask about what happened to you.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Don’t wanna think about it.”

“I know it’s scary, but we want to know how to help you the best way.”

Stubborn, Jungkook keeps his mouth shut in a pout.

Seokjin-shi smiles at him and leans far enough to press a kiss to his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes flutters shut, his mouth dropping open in surprise.

“You like kisses, yes?”

Jungkook blushes, but he nods.

“And this,” Seokjin-shi says, trailing a finger over his lips.

Jungkook nods even more frantically while trying to chase the fingers.

Seokjin-shi chuckles. “So, let’s make a deal. You tell us something and you get a kiss. When you’re done, even if you’re not done with the story, but if you can’t talk anymore, you can suck on my fingers.”

Jungkook bites his lip. That does sound okay. He really likes Seokjin-shi’s fingers in his mouth. He glances at Namjoon-shi.

“Namjoon-hyung, too?” Jungkook says, hopeful.

Namjoon-shi laughs and leans forward for his own kiss. “Yes, me too.”

Jungkook sits up a little straighter. He forgets that he’s naked, and the blanket pools around his thighs and Seokjin-hyung chuckles at his blush. He helps Jungkook rearrange the blankets, fingers slipping on this skin. Jungkook isn’t sure if the soft touch to his half-hard dick is accidental. But it isn’t horrible since he just came, and Seokjin-hyung doesn’t linger.

“I ... I was a s-servant,” Jungkook starts, voice soft, “in Seunghyun-shi’s castle. His father is the lord of that area.”

“Good boy,” Seokjin-shi says and kisses him. “The entire Lee family thinks they are kings of the entire land. We do not like them at all. It’s why we live here.”

“I worked in the kitchens and sometimes brought Seunghyun-shi food in the morning. When I was fifteen, I was appointed as his personal servant.” Jungkook beams up at them. “He really liked me. I was really good at my job.”

“I know you were,” Namjoon-shi says and gives him a kiss. “What happened?”

Shifting, Jungkook shrugs a single shoulder and sighs. “I ... I don’t ... He started touching me. He started telling me how pretty I was. He started making me touch him before he got dressed.”

“Did you tell him no?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I wasn’t allowed to say no. I had to do what he said. But he wasn’t mean. He was really nice to me at first. So everyday, before breakfast, I sucked on his dick, and he let me stroke myself off too, and then during lunch sometimes, he wanted it again, and at night, he ... well, he started fucking me. Every night.”

Namjoon-hyung gives him a soft kiss. “Was he mean to you?”

“No, hyung, he was so nice.” Jungkook remembers how happy he was, how satisfied. “I ... I was so happy to please him. He ... he called me his good boy, and he was so nice to me. For a little while. Then ... then it was a little harsher, sometimes, only sometimes. He’d smack me in the face if I didn’t get him off fast enough. Or ... at night, he wouldn’t prep me because he was too tired. He started keeping track of little things I did all day, like now bowing deep enough or having too few potatoes on his plate, and he spanked me for it before fucking me. But it all made me better, to be the best servant. When I was in a lot of trouble, sometimes he tied me to the bed and wouldn’t let me come. Sometimes he used other things inside me like his knife hilt and that always hurt, but he wanted it so I couldn’t say no and I didn’t want to. I wanted to be a good boy.”

Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s gasping until Soekjin-hyung presses fingers to his mouth and he sucks on them with a grateful whine.

Namjoon-hyung is frowning, and Jungkook worries he’s said something wrong. He puts his hand on Jungkook’s neck, his fingers brushing under his chin and then down his chest.

“How come you were in prison?” Seokjin-hyung asks. “If you were Seunghyun’s favorite?”

Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t want to talk about it. It ... it still hurts so much. He didn’t understand what was happening at the time, but he understood afterwards, while he had time to think about it in prison.

“He ..” Jungkook gags on the fingers and Seokjin-hyung moves all but one. He keeps one finger hooked at his cheek and Jungkook licks at it with his tongue before talking. “He ... he said one day that he wanted to try it the other way. He wanted to try it with me inside him. I was nervous because I didn’t want to hurt him, but he let me prep him. He let me lick at his hole. He let me use oil to make sure I didn’t hurt him. He was so ... it felt so good. He ...” Jungkook sighs. “He told me to hold him down, so I held him by the wrists and held him down and ... I was fucking him and he ... he was moaning and then it was like ... just so sudden. He just screamed, suddenly and then guards came in the door and ... and--”

“It looked like you were raping him,” Seokjin-hyung said.

Jungkook nods and takes Seokjin-hyung’s fingers back in his mouth.

“They set you up,” Namjoon-hyung says.

Jungkook starts crying again.

Seokjin-hyung wipes at his tears. “You didn’t do anything wrong, did you?”

Jungkook shakes his head, mouth puckered in a pout around Seokjin-shi’s fingers, tears clinging to his eyelashes.

“They took you to prison.”

Jungkook nods.

“What did they do to you in prison?” Namjoon-hyung asks.

Jungkook swallows and lets himself suck and gag on the fingers before trying to reply. “Not nice. Not ... not nice at all.”

“I’m sure they weren’t.”

Seokjin-hyung puts his hands on Jungkook’s cheeks and gives him a kiss. “I know you don’t want to talk about it but we need to know so we can help you.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I ... I don’t know. They fucked me. Seunghyun, the guards, his friends. It was different everyday. They fed me everyday, kept me cleaned up, but for themselves. They tied me up and sometimes two or three of them would use me at once. They ... they ... hit me, chained me up, cut me, they ...”

“You said they gave you drugs?”

Jungkook nods. “The first time, it was ... I don’t know. He had me inhale a line of white stuff, and then the orgasms were so intense and constant. I don’t remember anything but needing to come. They made me eat it and inhale it and then ... the days did not make sense. I was always coming. Always. Just they’d touch me and it was so painful and--”

“Shh, sweetie, it’s okay. You don’t need to say anything else about it. You feel better?”

Jungkook nods. “So much. I ...”

“Do you think you’ve got it all out of your system, their drug?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Still get hard so fast.”

Seokjin smiles. “You really do.” He glances down and Jungkook realizes that the blanket isn’t over his lap like he thought, or not completely and his dick is half-hard between his legs again. Namjoon-hyung isn’t touching it, but he does have his strong hand and long fingers curled around his thigh, so close to it.

“How long were you in prison?”

“I ... I don’t know.”

“How old were you when they took you in there?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “E-eighteen. But it was almost my birthday and I think I was in there for ... two winters? Three? I can’t remember. Everything is so blurry.”

“That’s understandable. How did you get out?”

“A guard left the door unlocked after he was done with me and then he fell asleep. I knew that another guard wasn’t going to come for a few hours, so I ran.”

“I’m so glad you were able to escape,” Seokjin-hyung says.

“I’m so glad you found us,” Namjoon-hyung adds.

Jungkook blushes. “I’m glad I did too. Thank you so much for all your help. And ...” Jungkook bites his lip. “You really want me to stay?”

Seokjin-hyung nods. “We really want you to stay.”

Jungkook smiles so wide, and then flings his arms around Seokjin-hyung’s broad shoulders. He hugs him tightly. “Thank you, hyung.”

Namjoon-hyung curls up against his back and wraps his arms around both of them.

Jungkook forgot that he is naked, and now he’s aware of the rough drag of Namjoon’s farm clothes and the soft touch of a hand still on his thigh. He shakes between them, feels his dick grow even harder. He rubs against Seokjin’s side with an embarrassed whine.

“Sweetheart, do you want us to make you come again?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “No. I don’t ... I don’t want it. I just ... it’s ruining everything.”

They both laugh.

“It isn’t,” Seokjin-hyung says and swipes his lips with his fingers. “If it hurts you again like earlier, then I’m going to. But if you only want us to hold you, then we’ll do that.”

Jungkook nods. “Yes. I want that. I don’t ... I don’t need to come.”

Seokjin-hyung pulls away with a stern look. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he commands. “Don’t stop yourself from coming for too long. We’ll monitor it too, and if we see you squirming or panting when you’re obviously desperate then you’ll be in trouble, okay?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “I ... I won’t. I won’t, hyung.”

“You don’t have to touch yourself at all,” Namjoon-hyung says. “We’ll do it for you, okay?”

He nods. “Thank you, hyungs. Oh!” He pushes up from Seokjin-hyung, hands on his chest.

“What?”

“I did good.” He opens his mouth really wide and Seokjin-hyung laughs and puts his fingers against his tongue. Jungkook closes his mouth around them and sucks.

“You did do so well, sweetpea. I’m going to go finish our dinner. You can suck on Namjoon-ah’s fingers for a little while.”

Jungkook gives Seokjin-hyung’s one more harsh suck and lets go. He turns to Namjoon-hyung and opens his mouth in anticipation. Lips touch his cheek and the bed moves.

Jungkook waits. And waits. With his mouth open and his skin flushed red.

Namjoon-hyung just looks at him.

He tries not to whine. He was good!

Namjoon-hyung’s finger starts at his chest, sliding along his nipples. Jungkook shivers, not in a good way and Namjoon smiles in apology.

“You are very handsome, Jungkook-ie.”

He tries so hard to not blush more.

Namjoon-hyung runs his finger over Jungiook’s lips. When he starts to close his mouth, Namjoon-hyung pulls his finger away.

“Not yet.”

Jungkook sighs and keeps his mouth open. Namjoon-hyung does it again and then again. He slides his finger along Jungkook’s tongue then shifts his head back, fingers digging into his cheek. He rubs against his teeth, front and back of every one.

Jungkook flushes because he remembers seeing the stablehands do this to horses to check their teeth.

“You have a pretty mouth. Good teeth and what feels like a strong tongue.” He slides two fingers down his tongue. Jungkook gags, not expecting it, and then relaxes even more and lets Namjoon-hyung’s long fingers into his throat as far as they can go.

“I bet your mouth looks good around a thick dick,” he says. “I bet you can swallow even my long shaft without gagging.”

Jungkook gurgles around the fingers, trying to swallow and not gag at the same time.

“Suck, sweetheart.”

Jungkook closes his mouth around Namjoon-hyung’s fingers and sucks. Namjoon-hyung pumps them slowly into his mouth and then a little faster. Drool gathers around them, dripping down his chin.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” He removes his fingers, a string of spit connecting them for a moment before it drips to Jungkook’s bare chest. He fumbles with his pants, and Jungkook whines, pulling away.

“It’s fine, baby. Don’t ... don’t ... worry.” He pulls his dick from his pants, wraps the hand that had been in Jungkook’s mouth around himself and strokes. His other hand shoots back to Jungkook’s face, his fingers push into his mouth.

Jungkook’s breath comes through his nose in panicked pants, but he closes his mouth and does his best to do as Namjoon-hyung wants. His fingers pump faster in and out of Jungkook’s mouth. His fingers are so long, pressing past his gag reflex. He reaches up to grip his wrist, fingers white.

“Sorry, love. Sorry. Sorry.” Namjoon-hyung’s breath staggers, his hand stops, fingers pressed deep, pinky and thumb curled around his face. Everything tightens, Namjoon-hyung moans, the sound echoing through the upper eaves of the roof.

Seokjin-hyung laughs from below, and Namjoon-hyung smiles before his face freezes and his body shakes. Jungkook glances down. Namjoon-hyung’s dick is wide, long, and flushed red. It’s definitely big, but Jungkook is pretty sure that he’d be able to swallow it if Namjoon-hyung made him. He hopes that Namjoon-hyung wouldn’t make him do that. Jungkook watches as it visibly swells before come spurts from the tip and covers his shirt and curls over his knuckles.

He sags backwards, falling against the bed. His fingers slip from Jungkook’s mouth and Jungkook chases them for a moment before blushing and leaning back. His dick isn’t as hard as it was before, so he’s at least grateful that he doesn’t need to come.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t help it. Are you okay?” He reaches up to touch Jungkook’s face and then stops when he sees it’s with his dirty hand. He switches hands and cups Jungkook’s cheek.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Namjoon-hyung says.

Jungkook’s first instinct is to deny being scared, but he knows that he can be honest with them. He smiles sheepishly and kisses the first finger that comes close enough.

“Are you okay?”

Jungkook nods. “I’m fine, hyung. I’m ... I’m glad you felt good.”

“I want you to feel good too.”

Jungkook sucks the pad of his finger into his mouth. “I do. I am so thankful to be here.”

“Don’t do things because you’re thankful to us,” Namjoon-hyung says. “Do things because you like it.”

Jungkook bites the finger. “I like this,” he says around it.

Namjoon-hyung laughs. “Yeah, we know.” He removes his soiled shirt, and Jungkook blushes, turning away. Thankfully, Namjoon-hyung doesn’t notice. He uses the shirt to clean his hand and a few stray clumps of come.

“Joon-ah, come down for dinner,” Seokjin-hyung shouts.

Namjoon-hyung makes a face as he stands. He goes to the armoire and opens it, pulling a shirt from the pile of shirts. He snaps it open and then pulls it over his head.

Jungkook watches, because he can. Namjoon-hyung is really strong, back and front muscles defined. He doesn’t have anything resembling an ass, but his thighs are thick. Jungkook blushes again, imagining himself curled up against his thigh.

“Do you want to come down?” Namjoon-hyung asks.

Jungkook does, but he’s tired. He cried a lot and his head hurts.

Namjoon-hyung must sense his thoughts. “It’s okay to stay here. We won’t be long to bed. Farm work starts early and if you’re feeling okay, you can come with me in the morning.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up. “I can?”

“Yes, you can. But stay up here and rest.” He goes back to the wardrobe and takes a different shirt from a different pile. He comes over to the bed and holds it out. “Arms up, sweetheart.”

Jungkook obeys. Namjoon-hyung slips the shirt over his head and Jungkook lets him move his arms to put it on. It’s so soft, much softer than Namjoon’s shirt. And it smells like Soekjin-hyung. Jungkook pulls the long sleeves to his nose and inhales, a happy whine escaping his throat.

“Do you want some pants or underclothes?” Namjoon-hyung asks.

Jungkook pulls the shirt down over his lap. It covers him enough. He shakes his head.

“Okay.” Namjoon-hyung pushes at his shoulder and Jungkook lays back down against the firm pillows. Namjoon-hyung adjusts the pillows around him and then pulls the blanket straight and up over Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook can’t do anything but smile.

“So cute,” Namjoon-hyung says and leans over him for a soft kiss. He trails his fingers on Jungkook’s lips after, but pulls them away when Jungkook tries to suck on them. He pouts and Namjoon-hyung laughs. “I have to go eat dinner,” he says and taps his nose. “Sleep. I will wake you in the morning.”

Jungkook is really tired and his chest is tight, his head light. He feels so good and he doesn’t ever want this feeling to end. He watches Namjoon-hyung climb down the ladder.

“If you do anything with him again where I’m not in a position to join you, then you can starve,” Seokjin-hyung says.

Namjoon-hyung chuckles. “Then I guess we’re even.”

Their conversation forms a pleasant hum in Jungkook’s mind. It isn’t the same as Namjoon-hyung or Seokjin-hyung’s, but he puts two of his own fingers in his mouth and sucks on them before he falls asleep.

Part 2

A/N: LJ says my post is too large, so there are two posts for this. Comments are disabled on this part.

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