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Namjoon knew the moment he woke up, that he had fucked up.
The heavy arms around his mid-drift and the wide-shouldered body behind him was not that of Yoongi, his on and off again boyfriend, but instead… somebody else.
His head was aching. Something he could probably blame on the alcohol consumption he had taken part in the night before, but he was sadly aware that he had not drunk anywhere close enough to blame his stupid actions on it. No, it was all his own fault.
Because Kim Namjoon was big dumb stupid dumb dumb dumbo. 148 IQ? More like -148 IQ!
Sadly, or maybe luckily, he didn’t get much more time to freak out as the arm around him pulled him back again the man behind him “well, if this isn’t an image that a man would be lucky to wake up to every morning.”
Namjoon knew that voice, and he could longer deny exactly what he had done.
Somehow he had become the biggest cliche the world had ever seen, and he had slept with his goddamn TA because that smooth and teasing voice belonged to nobody other than Kim Seokjin, the face of an angel, the sense of humour of a father of 5 and the shoulders of a man that would love to bench Namjoon (and Namjoon would likely let him.)
“I am an idiot,” Namjoon mumbled the words into his hand, he should just have gone home instead of trying to drink his sorrows away at a frat party. A frat that Seokjin was part of because apperently graduate students were still allowed to be in frats, something Namjoon didn’t know as his interest in frat started and ended with it being the last place that he would see Yoongi, which was what he needed at that moment.
“If you are an idiot the rest of society should really throw in the towel,” Seokjin pressed a kiss to his shoulder “at times, I question if you are meant to be the TA or I am?” he laughed at his own joke, and Namjoon hated himself for smiling at the joke.
It wasn’t even a funny joke! There was just something about the way that Seokjin told his jokes that always made you want to laugh with him!
More of the night before was coming back to Namjoon, who really really wished he had drunk more. Atleast that would be a great excuse.
“I was the one who kissed you.” Namjoon had memories of seeing Seokjin across the room in one of those tight-fitting button-ups he would wear to class, the difference was that this time he had undone many of the buttons, making the shirt somehow hug his shoulders even better.
Under semi-normal circumstances, Namjoon would just look like he did in class. Both him and Yoongi agreed that looking was not cheating, it was just having eyes and that was fine.
It was not normal circumstances.
Namjoon and Yoongi had broken up, once again, for the 7th time in just 6 months. They loved each other, but love was hard and they were constantly breaking up and getting back together. They couldn’t be without each other, but it also seemed they couldn’t be with each other either. It was… a mess.
So with a bit of liquid courage, the last words Yoongi had said to him before making him leave his apartment, Namjoon made his way to his TA who hadn’t even noticed him yet.
Namjoon groaned, he did not want to remember how awkward he was at flirting, but then again, Seokjin was equally guilty for somehow being into it, after all, they had landed in bed together.
“Now that was not the noises you were saying, last night baby.” Kisses went from Namjoon’s shoulder to his neck “shower first? Or wanna keep going from where we left it off.”
Clearly, Seokjin was not seeing that Namjoon was a crisis of morals, also his face was slowly turning into that of a tomato as he remembered exactly what he had gotten up to the night before.
Sex had been… good.
No good was not the real way of putting it, it had been damn mindblowing.
No matter how many times Yoongi and Namjoon broke up, or took a break, whatever you wanted to call it, Namjoon had never really been with other people. He knew that Yoongi had been, and he didn’t mind, they were broken up so it wasn’t cheating, but he himself had never.
Maybe that also showed off part of why they would have arguments that led to breaking up, both were at fault of it, they just… they were missing something to balance each other fully, but they also couldn’t let go of each other either.
He and Yoongi were complicated.
“Isn’t it immoral for you to sleep with your student”
Namjoon didn’t resist Seokjin’s advantages, instead just rolling his head back, giving the older man more room to mark up his neck.
“It very much would be if you were my student and if I had any form of control over you.” he sucked a mark into Namjoon’s neck, matching it with the many others that Namjoon had memories of him putting there the night before “sadly, I have no control over your grades, so if you are trying to trade sex for grades, you are barking up the wrong tree, and professor Lee is very much in love with her wife, so I don’t think you have much success there.”
The last words were whispered into Namjoon’s ear, before Seokjin’s nipped at his lobe, making Namjoon groan in pleasure “I don’t need help, I am already on top of the class.”
That was the truth, nobody was even close to catching up with him.
“Oh aren’t you just modest.” Seokjin might be bigger than Yoongi, but his hand was small, and it had different calluses than Yoongi’s as his fingers twisted Namjoon’s nipple, making him moan the TA’s name.
“Denying reality to appear modest is a sign of somebody who thinks too greatly of themselves, and care my about their image than they care about objective truth.” He barely managed to get the sentence out before his eyes fluttered closed as Seokjin ran the hand from Namjoon’s chest down to fondle his cock that was getting interested, punching a moan from Namjoon.
It felt nice to just have his body worshipped by those nice warm hands.
“I do love an intelligent man, is this your form of dirty talk?” Seokjin teased him, wrapping his hand around Namjoon’s cock to start jerking him off in a slow lazy fashion, grinding his own cock against Namjoon’s arse in a languid fashion.
“You are teasing me,” Namjoon stated with a matter of a fact expression, while trying to figure out what to do with his own hands, lying on his side there wasn’t really much he could do, other than just lie there and enjoy it.
So very different from what he was used to.
“A little.” Seokjin admitted with a laugh “but don’t tell me you don’t like it, your body is so eager for it. If it wasn’t because I was well aware that you take dick like a champion, I would have assumed you were a virgin.”
Namjoon flushed, he was well aware that his body was sensitive all over, it had always been. It was why he was so fond of layers. It always gave him a much-needed barrier against the rest of the world.
It didn’t take long for Seokjin to wrung an orgasm out of him, leaving Namjoon panting and lightly shaking coming down from his height.
First then did he manage to turn around to look at the TA, running a hand down his chest to wrap a hand around his cock in return “let me return the favour?”
Seokjin pecked him on the lips, before grinning “what about a little fun in the shower?”
And fun they had, the fun they very much had.
Afterwards, Namjoon expected it to be awkward, he didn’t have much experience in hookups, but both Jungkook and Taehyung often talked about sneaking out of hookup’s apartment and taking the walk of shame. So Namjoon had assumed he would be doing the same after getting some great high-quality shower dick.
That… was not what happened.
Instead, Seokjin made him breakfast, which was amazing. Sat him down with a cuppa and just talked while reading the news on his phone “what happened to the small angry one?” Seokjin looked good in his reading glasses, and Namjoon was getting distracted from his food in favour of looking at him.
“Who?” he almost managed to choke on his own coffee as he stared at Seokjin with a confused expression.
”The one that always hangs around with you outside of class, scowling and glaring, short and cute, with the fluffy green hair?” Namjoon’s stomach dropped, that would be Yoongi.
Mumbling into his cup he answered “Yoongi, boyfriend.”
“Oh god, please tell me I am not about to be murdered by a human cat?” Seokjin laughed, easy and teasing “You are cute Namjoon, but you are not cute enough for me to die for, I am way too pretty to die this young.”
That made Namjoon relax as he snorted unattractively, putting down his cup “should I be offended, don’t even want to die for me.”
“I am sorry for the great offence, oh pretty one, now, you are the one with a boyfriend, why would you hook up with me if you have a boyfriend? And don’t try to avoid the question as well, I know your tricks enough from class.” Seokjin’s eyes were sparkling in the light with joy and barely contained mir.
“We are on a break… again.” Namjoon added the last sentence with contempt, “so you have nothing to worry about, he was the one who broke up with me.” he glared at the coffee, mostly because it seemed rude if he attempted to glare at Seokjin instead.
“Aren’t there meant to be a lot more tears and crying after getting broken up over? We are gonna take the ‘again’ part and deal with that in second, I am not forgetting it. You do like to front end your statements with what actually matters to you. Which I must say, very rare, most people backload their statements with what they actually care about.” Seokjin had put down his phone to instead look at Namjoon with dark calculating eyes, but they never seemed mean or cruel, they were always nice, never made judgement, more calculations.
That was something Namjoon had always liked about Seokjin in class.
Namjoon shrugged, it was far from the first time he had been called weird “If I would cry every time we broke up, I would be dehydrated constantly, and fall behind in class. Overly emotional expressions to everyday activities are unhealthy.”
“I thought you disliked psychology.” again the teasing, which wasn’t even a lie, they were meant to be studying forensics, so whenever his classmates would be bringing up psychology instead, Namjoon would always be finding himself losing a bit of will to keep them alive.
“I dislike the use of it when it is not needed, I am not denying the field altogether, I am not crazy.” this was turning more and more into a classroom debate.
“ Well, a few of your fellow students would disagree.”
Namjoon huffed insulted “it is not my fault that they are mentally deficient and can’t stick to the confines of the argument currently being had.” he did not slam his fist into the table, as he had learned that it did indeed make him look crazy “I am crazy, they are stupid!”
“You are cute that is what you are.” Seokjin was leaning his face on his hands, looking at Namjoon with a grin “and so easy to wind up when you know your buttons. Now back to the argument we were having instead of this very fascinating view you have of your fellow students.”
“They are stupid, I can not be held accountable for that.” Namjoon huffed, but he relaxed again. Seokjin had always seemed nice towards him, even when he was making weird statements that the rest of the class were judging him for.
“Again, fascinating, now boyfriend, explain.” Seokjin was seemingly intelligent enough to remember that they were having a discussion about something, no matter how much Namjoon wanted him to forget.
Sighing, he saw no other options than actually explaining to Seokjin exactly what was going on with him and Yoongi.
5 days later Seokjin grinned wide as he slung himself down into a chair in front of Yoongi at his favourite little hole in the wall coffee shop “well you are a lot prettier when you aren’t glaring at me, I can see what Namjoon sees in you.” Yoongi glared “aww come on, we were doing so well.”
“Who are you?” Yoongi looked at him with a glare and a frown on his lips, “I just got a message from a number I don’t know to meet you here, so sorry if I am a little judgy.”
“If anything, I think I can judge you more for actually showing up, what if I was a murderer, you would be dead right now?” Seokjin waved at the staff manning the shop so late in the evening, they knew his order and would deliver it as soon as possible. He turned his attention back to Yoongi in front of him, trying to map and understand every little detail of the man.
Yoongi was shorter than him, but probably average height in reality, but definitly much shorter than Namjoon. Thinly build, but building muscle clearly, would be a while before he hit levels like Namjoon or Seokjin himself, but clearly not a pushover.
Resting face being more… lost, instead of angry or bitchy. He seemed like a good man to Seokjin, he didn’t get any aggression for him, surprising.
In all honesty, he had expected Namjoon to be lying when he talked about Yoongi, expecting him to be making him much better than he was, but seemingly Namjoon was realistic in all aspects, even when it came to his partner.
“You said it was about Namjoon, of course, I would come!” Yoongi seemed offended, but he didn’t yell. Good at controlling his anger, that was a good sign, but Seokjin still couldn’t stop from pushing, just a bit more. It was just simply who he was.
“I should probably introduce myself, I am being rude aren’t I.” A shit-eating grin was on his face, really he did take way too much joy in this “I am Kim Seokjin, Namjoon’s TA, and the man that rocked his world and gave him the orgasm of a lifetime a few days ago, nice to meet you.”
Yoongi’s expression went through a series of complicated feelings, before settling on what he attempted to be of emotionless, of somebody who didn’t care. He was not very good at it, but Seokjin could appreciate the attempt atleast “So you slept with Namjoon, isn’t that a conflict of interest. Want some hot student ass?”
“What is it with you guys who seem to think I have any power, I don’t give grades. He is only two years younger than me, you are all making me seem like a creep? A beautiful man comes up to me and wants to sleep with me, I say yes.” His coffee was placed in front of him, and he smiled at the lady who brought it to him, before looking back at Yoongi “Can you blame me? You have seen him, he is hard to deny.”
That earned him another glare, Seokjin could definitly see what Namjoon saw in him, Yoongi was hot when annoyed, he would be fun in bed. Maybe not Seokjin’s normal type, but he could be into it.
Then Yoongi sighed, looking away from Seokjin for the first time since the older man had arrived at the café “Namjoon can do what he wants, as long as he was sober enough to consent, and he did indeed consent, then it is up to him who he sleeps with. I am not his babysitter, he is old enough to make his own choices, what do I care what he does?”
Liar liar pants on fire.
Seokjin was good at reading people, and Yoongi was not making it hard. It was easy to see that every word he was saying was annoying the shorter man.
Seokjin really was having too much fun, he did have a point with the meeting, but he just couldn’t stop himself from teasing Yoongi first “So you don’t care about all the dirty things I did to him in the shower? You are a lucky man Yoongi, I have never met a man that was as sensitive as Namjoon is. I wonder if I can find more little hidden spots that will make him scream.”
“What do you want?!” Yoongi could not keep the anger of his voice this time, and Seokjin could see the other man’s hands tightening and his mouth set an expression of somebody who had just bit into a lemon “I assume you didn’t just call me here to tell me you slept with my ex-boyfriend?”
He was clearly trying to calm himself down, and he was failing.
Seokjin really did need to stop pushing him this much, but the man was simply just too cute when he was like this “I am interested in why the ex part? You broke up with him, still, you are angry that I slept with him. You know it’s fine that he did it, but you are still angry, not with him, but with me, it’s fascinating.”
“Why do you care if you are just a hookup?” Yoongi was finally glaring at him again “are you some kind of stalker? Obsessed with Namjoon?”
Okay maybe he had pushed it a bit too far this time, Yoongi was clearly still very protective of Namjoon which really was an interesting combination if you asked Seokjin, as he tried to understand exactly what dynamic he was messing with.
Well, it was time for Seokjin to actually say something about why he was here “Namjoon thinks that you broke up with him because he isn’t good enough for you.”
At that Yoongi was unable to hold back his emotions as his expression dropped to that of worry “he said that to you?”
These two really were in a more complicated situation than Seokjin had thought at first, luckily he had always enjoyed puzzles “No, but it was clear what he meant.”
“So you sleep with him once, and then you decide that you can read his what… emotions? So you decide to come and harass me?” Yoongi was still trying to play this off like he didn’t care.
“He isn’t hard to read after an orgasm, you should know this. Assuming that you guys did take part in some after sex pillow talk.” Seokjin held a dramatic pause to take a sip of his coffee “He told me about how you and he keep breaking up, but getting back together. He told me about how when you are on a break you will sleep around, but he never does, but he doesn’t hold it against him, he just struggles to do it himself. So with everything, I am gonna be honest with you, I thought you were a dickhead. He had nothing, but nice things to say about you, which that is a red flag. I was convinced you were just using him, and breaking up when you got bored, but I see now, you really love him don’t you, it is so easy to see for everybody else, so why doesn’t he know?” he wasn’t grinning anymore, instead just looking at Yoongi with a calculating look, trying to figure him out.
All the steam seemed to leave Yoongi as he sunk in on himself “I love Namjoon more than I can ever explain to you, or to anybody else. I can’t even begin to tell you how I feel, my feelings for Namjoon are… everything…”
Seokjin couldn’t stop himself from interrupting Yoongi “But you broke up with him.”
The glare was back at that “I broke up with him because it’s the best for him!”
“Oh, you are one of those self-sacrificing people? Oh, he is too good for you, too pure for you? Did nobody tell you that is not a very attractive trait to have to deal with, nobody like a martyr? Especially not somebody who puts somebody else on a pedestal.” Seokjin leaned back in his chair “love is love, if you love him, be with him.”
“You don’t understand!”
“You both keep saying that, what about you do some explaining instead of just constantly going ‘ you don’t understand’.” Seokjin swirled his coffee around in the disposable coffee cup, mourning the fact it wasn’t wine, it would be so much more dramatic if it was wine.
“Why should I?”
“Because you are hurting, and clearly you have nobody else to talk to, or you would be doing that. Meaning that you and Namjoon are going back and forward without solutions, hurting each other every step of the way.”
“And what are you getting out of it.”
“I like puzzles.” his grin was wide as wolves “plus if it turns out that you really are a dickhead, or that your relationship can’t be saved, I am more than happy to be the shoulder that Namjoon cries on, or you do… if you want.” he gave Yoongi a once over, not even trying to hide it as he licked his lips.
This was either where he was about to get a hot cup of coffee thrown at him, or yelled at, but instead, Yoongi’s eyes went dark as he looked over Seokjin in return, before scuffing crossing his arms around his chest “So purely selfless, just trying to be a good TA?”
“Nobody is ever selfless Yoongi, no the truth? How you see it, make me understand.”
So Yoongi explained, just like Namjoon had days before. Barely looking at Seokjin as if looking at him meant that he was admitting to something he was ready to.
Seokjin had assumed that it would be Namjoon who would be unable to stop talking, after all, he had listened to him in class, and Namjoon was great at talking. In contrast, Yoongi seemed like somebody who would prefer action over words. That was wrong, Yoongi could speak, just as much as Namjoon.
Yoongi spoke like one who rarely got the chance, or more likely, rarely gave himself the chance to just unload, to just say everything that was on his mind. To empty his heart until he had nothing more he wanted to add.
When he finally seemed out of things to say, Seokjin just looked at him, head slightly cocked to the side as he tried to decide on how to go on.
“So you… both have needs, that you struggle to have the other for filled, so when it becomes too much… you break up.”
“I… It’s not that simple.” Yoongi tried to protest without much success, he wasn’t glaring anymore, but a cute little frown had found its way to his lips.
“Why not? Both you and Namjoon say the exact same thing, it’s not hard to figure out what is wrong, you just both have to accept it.” Seokjin emptied the last of his coffee into his mouth, it was his 4th cup during the conversation, while Yoongi was still nursing his now very cold first cup “You know what to do, you know that you know, but you don’t want to, because you are scared.”
“I AM NOT SCARED!” Yoongi actually yelled this time, standing up at his full height, which wasn’t as impressive as the man seemed to think it was.
“You scary either.” Seokjin just grinned at him, “denial isn’t cute, even with your face.” leaning back in his chair.
“What are you even doing here? Are you trying to help me or hit on me? Yoongi sounded like wanted to rip out his own hair, which Seokjin really hoped he didn’t try. Said hair looked as if it had been bleached a few times, and then dyed over with the mint green without the proper time to breathe and maybe around 2 litres of deep conditioner that it needed.
It looked really good, no doubt about it, mint green was a great colour on Yoongi, but it also looked dried, and as if it was about to break.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Seokjin wanted to reach over and boop him on the nose, just to really drive in his point, but A) he was pretty sure Yoongi would actually bite, and B) he thought maybe that was a bit over the top, even for him. He did have some restrain. Not a lot, but some.
Anybody (probably Jaehwan) who said anything else, were liars, and Seokjin refused to listen to them.
“What?” Yoongi stared at him, eyes wide and cute, seemingly trying to understand what the hell Seokjin was saying, as the older man stood dusting himself from crumbs that weren’t even there.
“Well I think I have made my point and helped enough, now you know what to do, because I am actually the best, and I will take my leave. It was nice meeting you Yoongi, try not to fuck this up, we both know Namjoon is not gonna fix this. He is just gonna panic, and then blame himself, clever beautiful man, but a mess, you know him.” Yoongi’s face was slowly getting redder and redder, and Seokjin wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or from the anger, but that was part of the fun, wasn’t it? Not knowing.
He did a little wave “goooodbye.” and with that he left, getting him a curse from Yoongi as the other man tried to stand up quickly as well, only to ram his leg into the table as he bend over, cursing more in pain.
It created the perfect moment for Seokjin to just sneak out of there, leaving some money behind to pay for his drink, god he was smooth, well atleast in his own mind he was smooth. He winked at the girl manning the counter, they knew each other so she just winked back at him, so used to him being… him.
Yoongi called out after him, but he didn’t manage to stop Seokjin in time.
That was honestly the last time that Seokjin had expected to see Yoongi, he had expected the other man to understand what he meant, to make up things with Namjoon before it was too late. While yes, he would have loved to sweep in and sweep Namjoon off his legs, that man was genuinely beautiful, and cute in ways that might not be for everybody, but made Seokjin’s blood rush.
Still, he was clearly in love with Yoongi, and he was no homewrecker. Was he a bit of a bitch? Yes, but not a homewrecker. he would take the night he shared with Namjoon, and be satisfied.
In the end, he was a romantic at heart, and as much as his friends hated him for it, he loved playing matchmaker, and this was fun.
There was just one minor small thing that Seokjin had not considered, that being the fact that not everybody thought the way that he did, and more importantly, Yoongi had never met him before. He didn’t know exactly what it was that Seokjin had meant. While in Seokjin’s head, he had been very clear, and since his plans were always genius, of course, Yoongi would follow it and he and Namjoon would live happily ever after.
That didn’t work out like that, for two weeks nothing happened. Namjoon still came to class, being very awkward, but he didn’t seem to be back together with Yoongi. That was always very easy to find out when he was because the mint haired man was seemingly half-vampire, so he always left marks up and down Namjoon’s neck, and would wait for him after class.
At the end of the two weeks, things changed, that thing being a hurried and aggressive knock on Seokjin’s door “yes yes, I am coming now!” he assumed it was the delivery guy, and he was pretty miffed since he had ordered it as contactless, so he didn’t have to talk to somebody.
Delivery people always seemed to judge him for the slutty robe that he liked to lounge around in at the weekend when he didn’t have to be at the university or care about what anybody thought about him. Which was just rude, cause he looked fucking in the robe, they should thankful that they got to see something that other people would beg him for.
When he opened the door, there was no delivery man with his soon to be cold and overpriced pizza that he had treated himself to, but would regret in the morning when the oil started threatening to break out his skin.
Instead, it was “Yoongi?” Seokjin was confused “Why are you here, wait how are you here? How do you know where I live?”
Seokjin had so many questions to ask, but he never got to ask the rest as a hand grabbed the chest part of his slutty robe, pulling him down and… kissing him?
It wasn’t a great kiss if Seokjin had, to be honest, it was aggressive, with their teeth clacking together in a painful way before Yoongi managed to slot their lips together in a way that was more of a kiss than aggressive eating each other face.
By natural reaction, when a hot man was kissing him, Seokjin just kissed back, he was kinda hoe like that, and he was proud of it.
He first really started to consider exactly what the hell was going on when they were somehow in his apartment, his back pushed against the door that was now closed behind him, Yoongi still having a hold of the front of his robe as he pushed their bodies closed, pinning Seokjin way to effectively for somebody that was SHORTER than him. Then again, Yoongi did have strong big dick energy.
First when their aggressive kissing left them both needing oxygen desperately did they break the kiss, both heavily panting with their lips just a few centimetres from each other. Seokjin was gonna end up with a damn kink in his neck from the bending needed.
When the kiss finally broke, they were both breathing heavily into each other space “well, hello to you as well, I don’t assume you are here to deliver my food?” Seokjin could not stop himself from the teasing voice, that was just who he was “as much as this is nice, eating each other’s food won’t actually fill my stomach, and if it does, that is not a kink I consent to just so you know.”
“I am not into that!” Yoongi pushed himself away from Seokjin, so he was no longer pinning the taller man to the door, a flush starting to spread on the tips of his ears and slope of his nose “I am not some creep!”
“Well, you did show up at my door, even tho I never told you where I lived, and kissed me out of nowhere, good kiss don’t get me wrong, but I am pretty sure the moral thing to do is ask me before you kiss me, the kdrama move works better on tv.” why was he like this? Seokjin had no idea, but it was a lot easier cracking jokes than attempting to figure out why Yoongi was here in the first place.
“I knew you wanted it! You were the one who wanted me here in the first place?” Yoongi was still blushing, but he was not stammering anymore as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which was just mean, he should be happy and proud to have Seokjin’s saliva on his mouth.
Some people could only dream of being as lucky!
Wait, what had Yoongi said?
“I wanted you here? How did you even get to the conclusion? Have you fully lost it? Namjoon said you were smart, brilliant even, he did not say you suffered delusions? Do I need to call somebody?” Seokjin was trying to be calm, and helpful, but he did not have enough knowledge or experience about what to do if Yoongi was actually suffering some kind of break.
He was trying not to think about every crime show he had ever watched that had to do with people getting murdered over jealousy or something else, god he hoped he wasn’t about to die.
“I am not delusional! You were the one who kept saying it, that Namjoon and I want to be together, but we aren’t enough, that we are missing is somebody else, you were saying we were missing you.”
Seokjin just stared at him, really struggling to take in what Yoongi were saying “so your response was… too kiss me?”
“You wanted to bait me with it! I couldn’t…” Yoongi let his sentence trail off as he slumped down into the stool Seokjin had next to the door (he was too pretty to kneel on the ground to tie his shoes, so yes, Seokjin had a stool) “I couldn’t get it out of my mind because you put it there!” he slammed the back of his head against the wall, but not hard enough to actually injuring himself “this is all your fault!”
Seokjin had made a mistake.
Thinking back, he realised that. Yoongi had misunderstood him “Yoongi…” he was hesitant, he wanted to reach out, to comfort the clearly distraught male, but he was unsure if he was welcome “I meant for the two of you to get couples counselling.”
“Why did you say we were missing something then?! Why did you want to prove that we were missing you then? You make no sense!” for a moment, Seokjin was worried that Yoongi was gonna bang his head again, but luckily he seemed to have realised that getting brain damage was not a way to push their argument forward.
“Communication Yoongi, you were missing communication.” Seokjin sighed, rubbing his face with his hands, he was gonna get stress acne, and it would all be Yoongi’s fault. Jaehwan was right, maybe not everybody understood what he meant, and he needed to be better at communicating outside of class, “my point was that you will lose him, that you will lose each other if you don’t communicate.”
Yoongi stared at him like he wasn’t sure if Seokjin was being serious “why… would you say it that way then.”
“I…” Seokjin wasn’t sure what to say, thinking over exactly what he had said, yeah maybe… maybe he had been a little too vague “you were funny to tease.”
“So you made me think that what I and Joonie needed was you?” Yoongi did sound angry anymore, he just sounded exhausted, and Seokjin couldn’t stop himself from feeling guilty, this really had not been what he meant.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean for you to feel like this.” Seokjin, as much as he liked to tease, was not a cruel person, maybe he had finally gone too far.
The worst part was, that thinking about it, Seokjin couldn’t blame Yoongi for drawing that conclusion, after all, that was what it sounded like. He was suddenly feeling guilty, and maybe a little annoyed at himself because maybe that was what he wanted, he wanted for Yoongi’s version to be true.
“Sorry doesn’t do anything!” again, the other man just sounded exhausted “I took what you said, and thought it over… I thought about it so much, and in the end, I saw the logic of it, that maybe you were right. That you perfectly fit in with us, making up for the worst part of each other that we could never deal with, and maybe, we, in turn, would help you in some ways, now you are telling me that all of that was a lie… I wanted to see if there was chemistry between us since you clearly have some with Namjoon.”
Seokjin had never before felt bad for sleeping with somebody before, and even tho he might not have done anything morally wrong, he still felt bad about exactly what he had done.
He also couldn’t deny the fact that he and Yoongi had chemistry, the kiss that Yoongi had landed on him, even if a bit aggressive had been good, and Seokjin could see how they would work together. It wasn’t hard to see how they would work even better with Namjoon to balance them out.
“I…” What was he even meant to say? That it sounded like a dream he wasn’t even aware that he had, ‘yes please?’. He wanted to quip, to tease, to say something, but for the first time in so long, Seokjin felt speechless.
Yoongi didn’t seem surprised just sad “nothing to say? I should expect that shouldn’t I? I was stupid to think that way. To think that you would have wanted us, wanted me…” those last two words were almost whispered like Seokjin weren’t meant to actually hear them.
That finally got a reaction from Seokjin, he could deal with many things, but Yoongi slandering himself, making it sound like he was worthless, that was not something he could accept.
He didn’t even know why he felt so strongly about it, after all this, was only the second time he was meeting Yoongi unless you counted just seeing each other “of course I want both of you!” the words were out of him before he really managed to think about exactly what he was saying, unable to really think about they meant, or which impact they would have moving forward, all he could think about what not letting Yoongi feel bad about himself “anybody, would have wanted to be with the two of you, I am no different, would I have kissed you back if I weren’t interested? No, I wouldn’t have. But that was not what it was meant to be about, it was meant to be about getting you back with Namjoon you clearly love him!”
Yoongi finally looked him in the eyes, shrugging with a sad little smile on his lips “what if we could love you as well? Namjoon clearly has a thing for you, and I refuse to believe it is just some fling. All the other times we have broken up, he has never slept with somebody else, so I know that what happened between you were special, what he felt for you was special.”
“I think you are reading too much into it Yoongi.” Seokjin felt all the energy he had left him, as he sat down next to the other man on the floor, not even caring if he ended up creasing or dirtying his expensive robe “thing’s are not that easy sadly.”
“Why?” Yoongi looked at him with an eyebrow risen.
“Why?” Seokjin parroted the question back at him, not understanding the question.
“Why can’t things be so easy? Namjoon likes you, I like you, even tho you are as much of a mess as us, and you like us. Why does it have to be more complicated?” Seokjin hated how easy and simple Yoongi’s words were, and he hated how they made sense.
“So you are suggesting a threesome?” he almost scuffed at that, a threesome could be fun, but it was still missing something.
The glare that Yoongi threw his way was judging “no I am suggesting polyamory, a three-way equal relationship. If a threesome comes out of later, then yes, a threesome as well.” Yoongi shrugged “if you still wanna give it a chance, even if it wasn’t what you thought you were suggesting in the first place.”
And how was Seokjin meant to say no to that?
Of course, it turned out not to be as easy as Yoongi seemingly thought it was, there was a lot of groundwork to cover first, one of them being talking to Namjoon.
Both of them had been avoiding the younger man, for different reasons, but they both had a good amount of grovelling to do before they got to the whole… polyamory part.
Still, after he had gotten over being pouty from being ignored, they talked it all out. There was a lot of talking, there was a lot of getting to know each and a lot of demanding that they actually talked about their issues from Seokjin’s part.
In the start, he kept just expecting it all to fall apart, or maybe for him to wake up from this dream he was having that couldn’t be true.
But one year later, he somehow still had 2 happy boyfriends, and never had he himself, been happier.