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Taehyung is already finished making breakfast by the time Jimin and Jungkook stumble into the kitchen. The hickeys littering their necks don’t surprise him, and he knows that he’s sporting a few himself. He greets each of them with a kiss, smiling in silent relief when Jungkook doesn’t pull away.
Jimin words from last night still rung clear in Taehyung’s mind. “Jungkookie, you know that this isn’t just sex, right? Me and Tae want you to be a part of this relationship.” Jungkook had answered by kissing Jimin and then Taehyung, the couple’s previous doubts flying straight out the window. The three had fallen asleep next to each other, a giant tangle of limbs and bodies. Waking up in the middle, Taehyung had tried to savor the warmth as much as he could, but his bladder had other plans.
That was how he ended up cooking breakfast for the three of them, not bothering to wake the other two. No one said anything, content on sitting in the comfortable silence. It wasn’t until Taehyung got up to clear the plates that Jimin spoke, claiming that he would handle the dishes.
“Why don’t you and Kookie go find us a show or something to watch.” And with that the two younger males were ushered out of the kitchen. Taehyung realized that this was the first time him and Jungkook were alone together. Swallowing any nerves that threatened to crawl their way up his throat, he leads Jungkook to the living room.
“Did you sleep well, Jungkookie?” He internally curses himself for the poor attempt at starting a conversation, but Jungkook just smiles.
“I did… it was different, but it was nice. I liked waking up to Jimin-hyung, but I wish you had still been there when I woke up too.” Taehyung feels his face flush, and it only grows hotter when Jungkook laughs. “Ah, tu es mignon.”
“No fair, you and Minnie speak French but I don’t.” Taehyung pouts. Jungkook kisses him, causing the older to squeak in surprise. Eventually he sighs, resting his head on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Do you want to know what I’m saying?”
“Will you tell me? Jiminie never tells me what he says.” Taehyung sits up excitedly. Jungkook smiles, nodding.
“I said, ‘You’re cute’.” Taehyung is a blushing mess once again. Jungkook laughs, his hand slowly reaching for Taehyung’s. Taehyung heart warms at the gesture, and he intertwines their fingers.
“Wait, is French Jiminie-hyung’s first language?” Jungkook turns to look at him. Taehyung shakes his head before explaining.
“Korean is Jimin’s first language, but he grew up speaking French, so he’s more used to it.”
“Ah, okay.”
“Are you two talking about me?” Jimin has his arms crossed in front of him, an eyebrow raised at the other boys.
“Of course.” Taehyung says, waving the brunette over to join them. “I’m always talking about the love of my life.”
Before Jimin can push him off the couch, he adds “And now I get to talk about two of them.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to blush, the youngest’s face instantly flushing red.
“So this is a thing?” he asks, and Taehyung and Jimin nearly coo. Jimin pulls him close, Taehyung squeezing his hand.
“I said that this wasn’t just sex last night, didn’t I?” Jungkook seems to shrink into himself.
“I wasn’t sure if you guys changed your mind…” Taehyung looks at Jimin, silently communicating with the elder.
“Jungkook-ah, I promise you that neither me or Tae will ever change our minds, okay? We’ve been talking about asking you to be a part of our relationship for weeks. Sure, the way things started wasn’t our original plan, but we don’t regret any of it.” Jimin finishes with a kiss, Taehyung taking his place when he pulls away. Jungkook looks less cautious, and the rest of the tension in the room seems to dissipate.
Jungkook ends up moving in a few weeks later. He paints something for their living room wall, hanging it up the day he finishes unpacking. Taehyung doesn’t understand it, as it’s in French. He assumes it’s something good by the way Jimin tears up, hugging them all together and whispering something he can’t quite catch into Jungkook’s ear.
La maison est où le coeur est.