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“Jimin-oppa,” Jungha starts, and then winces as Jimin’s eyebrows raise in the mirror. She should have just called him Jimin-ah like normal. Now he’s wearing his suspicious face.

Although it doesn’t matter, not for this. If it was something he didn’t want to do, it might, but this—it’s not exactly going to be a hardship.

“Yes, Jungha-yah?” he says, teasing.

“Will you fuck Hosook-unnie with me?” Jungha blurts.

Jimin’s brows furrow. “Yes?” he says, but there’s a question on his lips.

“Have you?” Jungha says. “Alone or—with—less people?”

If they have, Jungha wasn’t there. Which is fine! There are a lot of them! Jungha’s decided it’s okay if they have sex without her when she’s not there. Like if she’s at a voice lesson, it’s obviously not possible for her to join and that’s alright.

“Have I fucked Hobi-noona?” Jimin says, and his voice is teasing enough that Jungha is grateful that not only are they alone in the practice room, it’s late enough that probably no one else in the building, either.

She likes staying up late with Jimin. It’s not that Jungha misses before they all started having sex with each other, because she doesn’t. It’s so, so much better, to be able to have all of them. But she misses the excitement of right before, when Jimin would talk to her about it, about what it would be like to have Soojin and Hosook.

Once, he’d fingered her in this exact practice room, whispering in her about what they would feel like—the feel of Soojin’s breast in her mouth, her pussy on Hosook’s thigh.

The contrast of it, with the ways that Jimin is dizzily shy and sweet, makes Jungha’s belly swoop, her heart skip a beat.

She loves all of them, but Jimin and Taehyung—they were hers first.

But—she thinks of Hosook. Of how controlled she is, how good she is at taking care of them.

She loves that part of Hosook, but—she wants to see Hosook come unraveled. She wants to watch her get railed. She wants to dismantle Hosook’s control.

She doesn’t actually want to do it, because Jungha’s easy, and the minute Hosook looks at her, she’s one hard slap to the pussy away from losing all her senses, focusing only on her own pleasure. And that’s what Hosook’s used to. If she'd ask for it, for Jungha to take control, Jungha’d do it. Of course she would. She’d do anything to be good for her unnie.

“Yeah,” Jungha says, and then belatedly realises she’s licked her lips when Jimin starts laughing so hard he falls over. “Shut up,” she says, when Jimin scoots over to where she’s stretching out her hamstrings.

“Oh, baby,” he says. “You really want it, huh? We haven’t, not yet. I’ve been—” his mouth twists, and Jungha nods. They all—had things they’d been waiting for. Someone, something, they’d been dreaming of for just a little bit longer. Jungha wanted her unnies. Taehyung wanted Namjoon and Hosook to tell him he was good. Jimin—he’d been wanting Yoongi.

Those are the obvious reasons. Jungha also thinks that maybe—there’s something between Jimin and Hosook that's a little more complicated. A little bigger. Not in size, just in—tangles. In the shape of their shared bedroom, in the shape of them both leaving for someone else’s bed.

“I think Taehyung’s gone with her and Namjoon a couple times,” he says, and Jungha shakes her head.

“That’s no good,” she says. “That’s—they’re both too big.”

“Too big?” Jimin says, delighted. “Too big for what?”

“Unnie doesn’t really like penetration,” Jungha says. “She’s—sensitive. I was wondering—if it would be good from behind. Better, maybe.”

“What?” Jimin whispers.

Jungha blushes. “I’m—I’d do it with a strap,” she says. “But I—you do it so good, Jimin-ah. So.”

“Fuck,” Jimin says.

“I just think it should be—not too much, for her first time.” Jungha says.

“So you want me to fuck her in the ass and you want to watch,” Jimin clarifies. Jungha shrugs.

“I wouldn’t be—uninvolved,” she says. “I just—I think it would be nice.”

“Yeah,” Jimin says. “Nice.”

Jungha grins at him, relaxing her legs and stretching them out in front of her. She’s a little wet from talking about it. Jimin’s breathing has changed.

“When?” Jimin says.

“When we have time,” Jungha says. “Whenever.”

“Have you talked to her about it?” Jimin asks, and Jungha nods.

“Sort of. Just like—while she—” she bites her lip.

“You started babbling about it while she was fucking you, you mean.” Jimin says.

“I think a vibrator was involved, actually,” Jungha says.

“Cool,” Jimin says.

Jungha looks at him.

“No,” he says. “It’s 4 am, Jungha, and we’re in the practice room.”

“Just one?” Jungha asks, and tilts her hips, pouts at him.

“You’re so spoiled,” Jimin says.

“Your fault,” Jungha says, and Jimin sighs.

Two days later, Jungha goes to the gym. Then she goes to fetch Hosook.

“Unnie,” she singsongs. “What are you doing?”

Hosook’s head flops back in her studio chair, whole body opening up. “Jungha, baby!” she says, voice cute and high. “Hello!”

“Hello,” Jungha replies, flopping onto Hosook’s couch. It’s nice and squishy, like a big hug. She likes it. She should take more naps in here.

“Are you sweaty?” Hosook says, suspicious.

“How’s the album going?” Jungha asks, instead.

“Fine,” Hosook says. “Jungha. Are you getting sweat on my couch?”

“You like it,” Jungha says.

“On me,” Hosook says. “I like when you’re all sweaty and vibrant and flushed and bright and you’re all on—me. Not my couch.”

Jungha pulls her head out of the cushions. There is a sweat mark from her cheek on the leather, but like—that’s easy to clean off. That’s why it’s leather.

“Oh,” she says, pleased. “You’re really far away then, unnie.”

Hosook laughs.

“Come make out with me,” Jungha whines.

“Just make out?” Hosook asks, but she's already moving. She’s so pretty and nice to Jungha. 

“We’re at work,” Jungha points out. She tugs Hosook close by her hips, so that Hosook is straddling her lap. “And I want—I want us to have sex with Jiminie, later.”

“Ahh,” Hosook says. She settles down onto Jungha’s thighs, getting comfy. Jungha strokes her hands down Hosook’s back, then lets one slip under Hosook’s t-shirt. Just so she can feel the warmth of the skin at the small of Hosook’s back.

“Can’t get it up again, baby?” Hosook teases, and Jungha wrinkles her nose.

“There’s a lot of sex to be had,” she says, “and anyway, I just—I wanna be—close.”

Hosook smiles. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says, and presses her lips to Jungha’s.

Jungha sighs out against her mouth.

It’s nice, to just kiss without the expectation of it going anywhere. Hosook is heavy and lax in her lap, leaning against her. Jungha doesn’t control the kiss, but she doesn’t really let Hosook control it either. Just keeps it nice and easy, until they’re slowing down, instead of speeding up. Until Hosook’s muscles are soft under Jungha’s hands and her eyelids resist fluttering open when Jungha pulls away. Like even that is too much effort.

It's only 10 pm, but Jungha already texted Jimin to tell him to be waiting at home.

“Unnie,” she whispers against Hosook’s lips. “Unnie—let’s go to bed?”

Hosook blinks. “With Jiminie?” she asks, and Jungha nods.

“Yeah,” she says. “We can—if you wanna just sleep, we can. But maybe—I wondered if you’d let Jiminie and I take care of you.”

“Oh,” Hosook says, and she sways a little on Jungha’s lap. “Yeah. That—that sounds good.”

Jungha deposits Hosook in her room when they get back. Jimin’s lying on his bed in pajamas, already showered.

Hosook pauses, when they get in.

“You planned this,” she accuses, looking at Jimin’s pajamas. Jimin puts his phone on the bedside table and reaches out for her.

“So?” he says. “Noona’s been working so hard.”

Hosook’s eyes narrow. “C’mere,” Jimin says. “Come kiss me while Jungha goes to shower.”

“Just a rinse,” Jungha says, and bounces in her toes. She's gonna have to shower again later anyway, and she doesn’t really want to miss this. But she did get pretty sweaty.

“Noona,” Jimin coaxes, and Hosook sighs, going to him. He looks at her so softly, and Jungha shivers. It’s almost too intimate, the look on Jimin’s face. So focused on Hosook.

“Okay,” Hosook says, and settles down against him on the bed.

They’re both shirtless when Jungha gets back. Hosook’s small against Jimin’s chest. Jungha knows, objectively, that Hosook is small—she’s the thinnest of them all, she’s a little bit shorter than Jungha—but she never feels it.

Sometimes, Jungha thinks she’ll never grow out of being the baby. That in her heart, she’ll always be smaller than them, something to be protected.

So long as that’s what they need, that’s what she’ll be, she thinks.

But she doesn’t want—if they need something else—Jungha wants to be that too. And right now—she thinks that maybe Hosook needs to be loved more. Not just in the ways she’s used to.

Jungha wants to love Hosook in new ways. Wants Hosook to know that they’re there. That’s she’s there, and that if she can’t be there—

“Jimin-ah,” Hosook sighs, and Jimin brushes a thumb over Hosook’s lips, over the cut of her jaw.

“Noona,” he says, and then, more softly, “hyung. Are you gonna let us take care of you?”

“Oh,” Hosook says, and it’s a little hiccupping sound. Jungha blinks. That—that’s why she needed Jimin. She wouldn’t have known—Hosook’s her unnie.

She sits on the side of the bed, still in her towel, and reaches up to rub a hand over Hosook’s back.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” Jimin echoes.

Hosook’s hiding from them, mouth tucked into the hollow of Jimin’s palm. His thumb rubs over the bottom of her jaw, where it corners away into her throat.

“Should I,” Jungha asks, awkward, “Oppa? Or—”

“No,” Hosook says, immediately, emerging. “No, baby, but—”

“Okay,” Jungha says. “I don’t—but if you want.”

“I know,” Hosook says. She sits up, straddling Jimin’s lap. His hand falls down until his fingers rest against her belly, heel of the palm on his thigh. Hosook’s turned on enough that her nipples are drawn up tight, brown and tempting.

Hosook reaches for Jungha’s face, tugs her close for a kiss.

“I’m your unnie,” she says, against Jungha’s lips. “That’s—I like being your unnie, okay?”

“Okay,” Jungha says, and presses another short, chaste kiss against Hosook’s lips. “But—”

She glances down at Jimin. He’s leaning back against the pillows of his bed, watching them.

“My pretty hyung,” he says, gentle, reaching up to cup one of Hosook’s breasts, thumb over her nipple. “Won’t you let me take care of you?”

Jungha swallows. It’s not that Jimin isn’t tender with her and Taehyung, but—he’s not usually this tender, not during sex. Outside of sex, sure—he knows, somehow, the instant Jungha’s crying, or when Taehyung’s sad. But during sex—he’s either playful or a little meaner. It’s a different type of tender.

But that’s why she wanted him. Jungha knew, she knew that Jimin would help her give Hosook what she needs. She just didn’t know—that it was this.

“Unnie,” she says, and presses close again, opens her mouth over the hollow at the base of Hosook’s throat. Licks at her.

“Yeah,” Hosook says. “Like—like you said, Jungha-yah?”

“If you want,” Jungha says. “I think you’ll like it.” She kisses up Hosook’s neck. “We can do something else, though. If you’d rather.”

Hosook shudders.

“No,” she says. “You can—you can take care of me.”

“Ditch your towel, Jungha-ssi,” Jimin says, from below them.

“Of course, Jimin-ssi,” Jungha says, teasing. “Right away, Jimin-ssi.”

She lies back next to Jimin, once she’s naked. Tugs at Hosook until she’s over Jungha’s lap again, the same way they were in the studio. Then she kisses she's.

“This is nice,” Jimin says, mildly. Hosook huffs out a laugh. Her skin is warm against Jungha’s breasts and belly. Her sweatpants are a little scratchy against Jungha’s thighs.

“Unnie,” Jungha mutters, and shoves a hand down the back of Hosook’s pants. Not doing anything, not yet. Just resting them there. Getting Hosook used to the sensation.

“You really like it, huh?” Hosook says. “The—the ass. Stuff.”

Then she laughs at herself, self-conscious. Jimin does too.

“Yeah,” Jungha says. “It’s nice. It feels good. Fingers. A dick. When Jiminie’s in there and Taehyungie’s in my pussy, it’s like—” she breaks off. She doesn’t really know how to describe it. Overwhelming. Like she can’t breathe. But those sound bad, and it isn’t, it isn’t at all.

“The first time we tried it,” Jimin says, “she came as soon I got in there. Squeezed us both so tight. Wouldn’t stop. Then after—she went so lax. Just like, dead weight in Taehyung’s arms.” He laughs. “It almost freaked me out,” he says, “but Taehyung was just—certain. So.”

“I came—three times?” Jungha says. “Four?” She skims her fingers a little lower, rubbing the pad of her middle finger over the furl of Hosook’s hole. “Feel asleep right after.”

“Taehyung still inside,” Jimin says.

Hosook shivers. Jimin tugs at her hips, pulling her sweats, her underwear down. He tugs her hips up and away while Jungha keeps kissing her, until Hosook is bare and on her knees over Jungha, back arched for Jimin.

Jungha presses in dry, just at the edge of Hosook’s hole. Jimin has lube, she knows, and they’ll get there. For now, she just wants to get Hosook used to it.

Hosook groans, and Jungha feels Jimin’s fingers, wet with lube, against her own. She slides her hands away and cups Hosook’s face in her palms, holding her.

“Pretty hyung,” Jimin says, sing song. “Relax for me, okay? Let me in.”

Hosook sighs, and shudders, and does.

Jungha watches her face, as Jimin’s fingers sink deeper, stretching her out. Hosook’s brow is furrowed, and she looks a little surprised, like—she wasn’t expecting it.

She’s gasping, a little, as Jimin fingers her.

Then Jimin pulls his finger out and Jungha gets to swallow down her whines as Jimin shifts, so he can fuck her.

When Jimin sinks in, her brown furrows more.

“Stay, for a second,” Jungha says, and pets over Hosook’s face. She could—touch Hosook, go for her clit, or her nipples, but—she thinks she needs to be here. Because she’s touched Hosook during sex before. But she’s never been the person waiting, watching, while Hosook falls apart in her arms.

“Oh,” Hosook breathes, and Jungha waits until the crease in Hosook’s brow fades before she tells Jimin to move again.

Jimin grunts when he bottoms out. Jungha loves that sound—she’s gotten so used to it. She’s so lucky, she thinks. She’s going to spend her whole life having sex with him, from the very first time ‘til they’re old.

Jimin does something, either with his hips or his fingers that Jungha can’t see, and Hosook mewls, soft, and closes her eyes, head dropping down to Jungha’s throat.

“Pretty hyung,” Jimin says, “My lovely hyung. You feel so good.”

With Jungha holding Hosook close, she can see Jimin’s face. He’s focused, hands tight on Hosook’s hips, but there’s something similar to Hosook’s expression of surprise there. Like he’s also a little shocked that this is happening, that Hosook’s letting him.

Jungha thinks about what it must have been like, in their room. They were the only two who still roomed together, in this dorm. They were best friends, and until—until Jimin had started to Jungha about the rest of the members—she’d really thought it was platonic.

Now, she pictures them sleeping across the room from each other. Jimin, blearily watching Hosook stroke her own arms and throat until she falls asleep. Hosook, watching as Jimin’s eyes blinked close, the slow way he wakes up.

Has he ever – Hosook’s asked Jungha to pet her hair, when they were in green rooms, in cars. Did Jimin do that for her, in the dark of this room? Had he lain in her bed when she couldn’t sleep, when she was worrying about work, about them, stroked her hair off her face until she settled down?

What did they talk about? What things did Hosook admit, in the darkness of the night, for Jimin to understand her like this?

Jungha swallows against the sudden lump in her throat. She’d known—she knows the way she wanted the rest of them. She’d known, at some level, the way that Jimin and Taehyung had wanted the older members to.

But there’s a whole history she’s not privy to on Jimin’s face. A world that stretches between him and Hosook. All Jungha can do is hold them in her arms until they close the gap. Until they find their way back to each other.

Hosook shudders. There’s dampness on Jungha’s neck, and she’s not quite sure if it’s tears or spit, or just the condensation of Hosook’s breath, between them.

“Hosook-ah,” Jimin says. “Feels good?”

Hosook nods into Jungha so Jungha passes it along to Jimin, who huffs out a laugh.

“Don’t stop,” Hosook says, after a moment. She tilts her head, so they can hear her better. “Jimin-ah, don’t stop, just—give it to—go hard, okay? Hy—hyung—hyung can take it.”

“Okay,” Jimin says, and Jungha strokes her hand over Hosook’s back. Jimin pulls out and spanks Hosook, gentle, over the meat of her ass. Hosook groans, and then Jimin fucks back in, and then there isn’t much beyond the slap of Jimin’s hips, the gasp of Hosook’s breath.

Jungha reaches down to rub over Hosook’s clit once she can see that Jimin’s getting close, and Hosook comes with a gasp, Jimin following soon after.

Jungha gets herself off as soon as she can take her hand off Hosook, shuddering through her orgasm as Jimin pulls out, laying Hosook down beside Jungha on her back and settling over top of her, pressing close.

There are tears in Hosook’s eyes, but she meets Jimin’s gaze when he tilts her head up and asks, “okay, 'sook-ah?”

Hosook nods rapidly, and tugs Jimin close.
Jungha goes to get a damp wash cloth to wipe up and then covers them with the blanket, curling up beside them.

“You okay, honey?” Hosook says, eventually. “I know we didn’t—”

Jungha shakes her head. “No,” she says. “This was—I wanted this. Unnie.” She reaches out to stroke Hosook’s cheek. “I wanted unnie to feel good. Did you like it?”

Hosook nods. “You were right,” she says. “I like it better than—you know.”

Jungha nods. “I just want unnie to have everything you need,” she says. “Always.”

“I do.” Hosook says. She runs her hand over Jimin’s head, fingers running through his hair. “I always—you two take such good care of unnie.” She turns, shifting so she can kiss Jimin. “Or hyung, I guess.”

Jimin kisses her back. “Whenever you need it,” he says, against her lips. “Sook-ah, I—” he breaks off.

“You were so good for hyung,” Hosook says, softly. She looks at the ceiling. “You were—sometimes it’s like I—I’m a little lost, or like—there’s something. A barrier that I can’t get past. And then—Jimin-ah. You just—open it up, and there’s a path, and I—” she breaks off, takes a breath.

“Oh,” Jimin says, and now his voice is a little wet. “You—Sook-ah.”

“Sorry,” Hosook says, and wipes her eyes.

“No,” Jimin says. “Don’t be sorry,” he laughs. “I just—sometimes you just—say things, and I don’t—”

“I just want to say thank you,” Hosook says, and Jungha gasps out a little sigh, involuntary. They both look at her.

“What?” Hosook says.

“You say the most romantic things,” Jungha says. “And then you just—Unnie, you’re so—I love you.”

“I just—” Hosook says.

“She’s right,” Jimin says. “I love you. Hyung. Noona. Sook-ah.” He blinks. “I’m sorry it took so long,” he says, and Hosook coos at him, sitting up and rocking him in her arms.

“Oh, Jimin-ah,” she says, and then reaches out to hold Jungha’s hand too. “I love you too. Always. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Jungha can't stop thinking about it, so she goes to Namjoon.

“Can you take me on a date?” she says, and watches as Namjoon drops his book.

“What?” he says.

“I wanna go on a date,” she says. “Just—the two of us.”

Namjoon’s face softens. “Okay,” he says. “Any particular reason?”

Jungha chews on her lip. “I want to—talk about some stuff,” she says. “Hosook. You. Sex. But also—I just want to. Can you—I don’t know. A museum where you explain all the art. A bookstore where you tell me about all the books that would make me so smart, but that I won’t read.”

Namjoon frowns. “Jungha,” he starts, but Jungha shakes her head.

“Please,” she says, a little desperate. “I can hold your hand.”

Watching Hosook and Jimin—it’s made her want different things. She’s fucked Namjoon before, but there’s a part of her—there’s a more complicated tangle of knots in her chest about Namjoon.

Because she came here for Namjoon. She wanted him when she was young, before she even really knew what it was that she wanted.

When she really was the littlest, the baby.

“Okay,” Namjoon says. “Okay, baby, we’ll go on a date.”

He takes her to an art gallery after hours. At first, the curators are there too, carefully showing them around, explaining.

Jungha tries to listen—she knows what they’re saying is interesting, and intelligent, and it would make her a more cultured person if she listened—but mostly she just watches Namjoon. The ways he focuses on the art, the sounds of his voice when he asks questions.

She had her hands in her pockets, because it’s not a good idea to—even though the curators won’t say anything, she still doesn’t want to risk it.

“Is it alright if we look around alone for a bit?” Namjoon asks eventually, and the curators bow politely and offer their managers tea from the staff room, leaving them alone.

Jungha promptly pulls a hand from the pocket of her jacket and offers it to him, making him chuckle. They wander around for a bit, Namjoon repeating some of what the curators said, but in ways that make more sense to Jungha, and she’s warm all the way through.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, eventually, and Jungha leans her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” she says. “I wanted—I just wanted your—attention, I guess.”

Namjoon bends down, tilting her face up. He glances at the cameras, and then tugs her mask down and kisses her, right on the side of her mouth.

Jungha smiles.

“What did you want to talk about?” he says, leading her to one of the benches set up to look at one of big paintings in front of them. “You said—you wanted to talk about sex. And Sook and me?”

Jungha nods. “I was thinking—Jimin and I had sex with Hosook,” she says. “Jiminie—he called Hosookie hyung. She liked it.”

“Oh,” Namjoon says. “And you’re wondering what it means?”

“I—not really,” Jungha says. “I just—she wanted me to call her unnie still, when I asked, and I think maybe it’s just for sex. Or maybe not, but—” she pauses, then says, “is it weird that I call Soojin-unnie Mommy during sex?” instead.

“Oh,” Namjoon says, “I—uh. No. Not if you both like it. I really—it’s hot, honestly.” He squeezes her hand a little tighter, and Jungha smiles.

“I’d never thought of it before,” she says. “The first time we had sex—Soojin told Hobi and me that Yoongi-oppa had talked about it. And she was so—she wanted it so bad. And I did—I do—I love her, I love the—after. I like her boobs a lot.”

Namjoon laughs and rubs over her back.

“I really like calling her that,” Jungha says. “It makes me feel—small. Cared for. But also like—I’m taking care of her. Giving her—a place to put—unnie’s heart is really big. I want her to give it to me, to us, so it stays safe.”

“Ahh,” Namjoon says.

“When I call her that, it’s like I’m keeping her safe. I want her so much it—gives her what she needs.” Jungha says. “So then when Jimin called Hosook unnie hyung—I started thinking about—the first time, Soojin said I could call them both Mommy. But that’s wrong, isn’t it? It's not—Hosook's not—it's not like that. ”

“Ahh,” Namjoon says, and then covers his face with his hand and laughs, rueful. “You’re so hot, Jungha,” he says. “You really—is it—I'm not reading it wrong, right?You want to call her Daddy?”

Jungha feels her breath speed up. Telling on her.

“Yeah,” she says. “I just—it’s better, right? I could—I would—but you know her best. For sex.”

“Hmm,” Namjoon says. “It wasn’t—we didn’t really play around with much stuff like that. I just called her Sook-ah, mostly.”

“But what did you do?” Jungha says. “I want—I know she doesn’t love penetration—although she was okay when Jiminie fucked her ass, but like—”

“She and Jimin had anal sex?” Namjoon says, and Jungha nods.

“Yeah,” she says. “And Jimin, he was so sweet with her, oppa, and she was like—liquid in my arms. And I like having sex with Hosook when she’s in charge, when she—I know she jokes about me falling in love with her when she slapped my pussy, but—” she blushes. “Well, I already kinda loved her.”

“But otherwise, you might’ve?” Namjoon says, and Jungha nods. Namjoon’s trying to stay calm, but she can tell he’s affected. Her gaze flickers to where he’s getting slowly harder and then away.

“Jimin fucked her and called her hyung?” Namjoon says, and Jungha nods. He’s very close, and his voice is so quiet that the register is even lower than normal.

“I want to call her Daddy,” Jungha whispers back. “I want to belong to her, and to have her be mean to me, but I want her to—feel like she did with Jiminie. I want to give her what I can give Soojin-unnie. I want to be that—safe space. I wanna be helpful.”

“Jungha,” Namjoon whispers, like he’s pained, and tilts their foreheads together, closing his eyes.

Jungha closes her eyes too and breathes him in. The scent of him is comforting, familiar.

“Will I hurt her?” she asks. “Is it—I want—”

“I don’t think you will,” Namjoon says. “But I don’t know—we didn’t—mostly I just used my mouth on her and she jerked me off. Sometimes she fucked me with a dildo, or a strap. That was more—how it happened. Sometimes she just talked to me.”

“You liked it?” Jungha asks.

“Always,” Namjoon says. “When I—whenever it was too much, whenever I was scared—she took care of me. She made me feel so good. She still does.”

“Yeah,” Jungha says. “I just—I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You should tell her,” Namjoon says. “That’s part of this, right? We’ll try—new things? I’m different, with you or Soojin or Yoongi, than I am with her. I’m different with her when someone else is there. But we still have that—foundation. All those years of being there for each other.”

Jungha nods.

“We’re safe,” Namjoon says. “Right? We have this—safe foundation. So we can try harder things, more complicated things. If we want.”

“You’ll be there if we want?” Jungha asks, but a part of her taken flight at Namjoon’s words, the possibilities of it. More complicated things. Like—she imagines it. Dressed in her old clothes, shy and hiding. Namjoon. Rapmon-oppa. What it would have been like, if she’d been bolder, if Namjoon had been crueler? But—not right now.

“Yeah,” Namjoon says. “Of course. Baby. I don’t think you’ll scare her. You’re okay. You don’t even need me.”

“No,” Jungha says, and tugs his hand close. “No, I—but I want you.”

“Okay,” Namjoon says. “Okay, baby.”

They wait for a moment, just breathing. Jungha squeezes her eyes close, holds tight to Namjoon’s hand until they’ve both calmed down.

“I can believe you wanted to have his conversation in public,” he says, as they go to fetch their managers, and thank the curators.

“Oh,” Jungha says. “I just thought—if we have it at home, we might not make it through.”

“What?” Namjoon says.

“If I could have gotten your dick out halfway through that conversation,” Jungha clarifies. “I probably would’ve.”

“Fuck,” Namjoon says, emphatic.

“I wanted to actually have it, though.” Jungha says. “And I liked the date. I like it when you’re into what you're doing. I like hearing about art. I want to hold your hand while we look at art. Even when it's the kind of art I don’t really get.” She swings his hand. “Will you read one of your books to me when we get home, please?”

Namjoon smiles.

“Yeah,” he says. “If you want.”

“I want,” Jungha says.

“How,” Jungha says, “would you feel if I called you Daddy next time we had sex?”

“I—what?” Hosook says.

Jungha finishes washing her hands and reaches out for the green onions.

“I was thinking about it,” she says. “I want—I really like calling Soojin mommy. And you—you take care of me so good too, except that Mommy doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh,” Hosook says. “Oh, baby. You really want to take care of me, huh?”

“I asked Namjoon-oppa what he thought,” Jungha says. “I want—I never want—but unnie, please—can I?”

She’d gotten herself off in the shower the night before while thinking about it. She’d come so hard she’d had to sit down.

“What did Namjoon say?” Hosook says.

“That I should talk to you,” Jungha says. “That I was hot.”

Hosook laughs. “Yeah, that sounds right,” she says, and then “Jungha, is this—because of Jimin?”

“I—maybe.” Jungha says. “Not, like totally. But I wanted—you looked so—you looked surprised. In a good way. Like he was—like you hadn’t considered that it could be like that. I want—I want to try new things, and make you feel like that too.”

Hosook laughs.

“If you want, we can,” she says. “I can’t—did Namjoon, would he—”

“Would he call you that too?” Jungha asks. Her mouth is very dry. “I don’t—I don’t know. I didn’t ask him.”

Hosook hums.

“I just want to try it,” Jungha says. “Like with—like with the anal. You liked it, right? It was good?”

“Yeah,” Hosook says. “I really did, you were right.” She smiles. “My baby’s always right,” she coos, and Jungha smiles.

“I just want to make unnie happy,” she says, and Hosook giggles.

The real opportunity comes a couple days later. It’s midday, and Jungha’s home, watching TV with Jimin. They only just woke up. Then Hosook and Namjoon come back.

“Hey,” Hosook says, flopping down between them. Namjoon hovers, a little further away.

“Hey,” Jungha says, and then she makes eye contact with Namjoon. Checking in. 

He nods, so Jungha reaches out, tangles her fingers with Hosook's and pulls her up.

Leads to her to the bedroom. 

It’s a little weird to be stripping down for the explicit purpose of having sex while there’s still afternoon sunlight coming in the through the curtains, but Jungha thinks maybe she likes it. She sort of wants to go lie in the sunbeam on Jimin’s bed.

But also she wants Hosook to rail her when she calls her daddy. Or maybe get railed. Or—

“You’re frowning, baby,” Hosook says.

“I’m thinking!” Jungha protests. “There’s—a lot of options.”

“No,” Jimin says. “You’re gonna lie back and take what Hosookie gives you. Namjoon’s gonna fuck me.”

“Oh,” Jungha says. “That—yeah, that’ll work then.” She pauses. “Can unnie fuck me while I’m lying in the sunbeam?” Jungha asks, and Hosook throws her head back and laughs.

Hosook takes her time with Jungha, and Jungha can’t help but think that she’s—trying to make sure they match. That they won’t get too far ahead of Namjoon and Jimin.

She keeps looking over at them—still on Hosook’s bed. Jimin is whispering something to Namjoon, as Namjoon fingers him.

Jimin takes Taehyung’s dick sometimes, but Jungha’s never seen him like this. He keeps tossing his head back and closing his eyes. Like he’s overwhelmed just from the feeling of Namjoon’s fingers.

“Baby,” Hosook says. “What’re you thinking about?”

“They’re pretty,” Jungha mumbles, and shifts her hips so Hosook can get her panties off all the way, then comes back to kiss her, just a firm press of her mouth.

“Yeah,” she says, and strokes Jungha’s hair. “They are, huh?”

“I—” Jungha starts, and then hiccups when Hosook twists her nipples. “I just—I love them. And you, and I—” she blinks.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Namjoon says, laughing, from the other bed.

“Shut up,” Jungha wails, and covers her face. She’s—the whole point of this was—like, filthy sex where she calls Hosook daddy. Where Namjoon’s presence helps her feel small, Jimin makes Hosook feel safe. She’s not supposed to be crying over her feelings.

“Baby,” Hosook says, and her voice is laughing and just a little bit mean. She spreads Jungha’s legs, and slaps her inner thigh, one hard smack. “If you’re already crying, what are you gonna do on Daddy’s dick, huh? I was gonna slap until you were all red, hot and sweet for me.” There’s a moment of hesitation before she says daddy, just enough for Jungha to pick up on.

It makes her gasp, because like—Jungha was the one who wanted it, and now—now, Hosook is doing it first. Breaking down the barrier, just so Jungha will be comfortable.

“Puh-please,” she manages, pulling her hands away from her face. “Please, d-daddy, please—I want that, I do it, I’ll—”

“Turn over,” Hosook says, and lands one of those hits, quick and sharp, over the lips of Jungha’s pussy. “Over my lap, baby, let’s go.”

Jungha goes. 

Like this, with Hosook’s hand rubbing warm circles over her ass, Jungha can watch Jimin and Namjoon. They’re kissing, Jimin’s hands cupping Namjoon’s face. Namjoon’s hand is between them and Jungha thinks he must still have his fingers inside Jimin, but it looks like he's gone still, distracted by the taste of Jimin’s mouth.

Jungha can’t blame him, Jimin is so—he takes such good care of them.

Then Jimin pulls away, darting back into press little, soft kisses to Namjoon’s mouth as he goes.

“Hyung,” he says, softly, and Namjoon starts, his fingers starting to move again.

Jimin’s body softens, and Jungha wonders—normally, Jimin wants to be on top with Taehyung. With Namjoon—is he going to let Namjoon give it to him like that? In missionary, romantic and soft?

Then Hosook slaps her ass again, and Jungha whines and her world narrows down again. Nothing more than the burn of the skin on her ass and thighs, the liquid heat of her pussy.

“D-daddy,” she whimpers. “Please.”

“Please what, babygirl?” Hosook asks, and Jungha gasps out, babbles, “hit me again, daddy, please, please, hit me again, make me feel it, give me—I want it.”

“Okay,” Hosook says, and Jungha’s not imagining the pleased tone of her voice, the confidence that’s running through it. “Daddy’s got you, it’s okay.”

“Fuck,” Namjoon says, from the other bed, and Jimin hisses. “God, the daddy thing, it’s just—”

“D’you want to call her daddy too?” Jimin asks, “or d’you want—your baby to call you Daddy? D’you want me—” and then his voice is muffled, like Namjoon’s clapped a hand over his mouth.

Hosook’s next slap lands right at the bottom of Jungha’s ass, where it meets her thigh. It aches, pain spilling into pleasure, pleasure back into pain.

Jungha’s drooling on the sheets. She wants—she wants to—

“Daddy,” she starts, and then has to swallow so the words will come out right. “Daddy, can I—will you let me fuck you?”

The straps of the harness burn on her sore ass and thighs. Hosook frowns a little when she sees it, so Jungha kisses her until the frown lines ease.

“She’ll be okay,” Jimin says. He and Namjoon have moved to the other bed with them, Jimin fingering Hosook open. “She can take a lot.” He kisses Hosook’s shoulder.

Jungha nods. Now that the harness is on, she’s just waiting, leaning against Namjoon. His palm is on her belly, thumb stroking across it in slow, comforting strokes. His lips are pressed against her temple.

She’s trying not to move too much. The base of the dildo is pressing against her where she’s slippery and wet from the feeling of Hosook spanking her, and the burn of the straps aren’t exactly unpleasant, not like this.

“’kay,” Jimin says. “She’s ready for you, baby.”

Jungha nods. Jimin kisses her as he tugs her out of Namjoon’s arms.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Namjoon says, teasing. Jungha can see Jimin preen, out of the corner of her eye, but she’s too focused on Hosook on her hands and knees. The glisten of lube around her hole, a sheen of it on her ass where Jimin’s fingers spread her.

“Daddy,” she breathes, and shifts forward with her hips until the very tip of the dildo is pressing against Hosook’s rim. It’s not a very realistic dildo, but the bright pink of it looks pretty against Hosook’s skin. “Are you gonna let me in?

She has to focus to find the right angle, teasing in, but once she does—once she does, Hosook gasps out and drops down to her elbows, head hanging.

Jungha thinks about the look she saw on Hosook’s face when Jimin did this. Imagines it on Hosook’s face now, except better, because Jungha’s doing it, and Jungha—Jungha can go until Hosook comes, and then—and then if Hosook wants, Jungha can go again, and again, and again—

She reaches a hand down to rub over Hosook’s clit, feel her shudder below her.

“Are you gonna—” Jimin says, and then breaks off with the sound of skin on skin, Namjoon snapping his hips inside.

“Baby,” Hosook says. It’s garbled, out of control.

“Daddy,” Jungha responds, and feels the shape of the syllables tugs at all the pleasure in her body—the burn of her muscles, the skin of her ass and thighs, the mess of pleasure radiating out from her cunt. “You feel so good. So good for me.”

“I think you want it,” Namjoon grunts out. “I think you want it, Jimin-ah. Want to get fucked by Daddy, huh?”

“Uh-uh-huh,” Jimin says. “Oh—fuck, harder.”

Jungha lets her mind slip away. Settles into nothing but the feeling of her body, the way that Hosook shivers under her. Coming once, then twice.

Jungha comes too. Once, then twice.

“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon says, desperate.

“Touch—jerk me off,” Jimin gasps. “Please, please—da—please.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon groans, “that’s—so good, Jimin-ah, so tight and good for me."

Jungha shivers and comes a third time.

She can feel Hosook shaking under her, but she isn’t—

Jungha pulls out, flips Hosook over. Wild. Slides down the bed, presses her face between Hosook’s legs.

Licks over her clit, the skin of her pussy. Presses a finger in, just one, until Hosook—she so wet, impossibly wet, shouts and shudders and comes, and Jungha can rest.

“Baby,” she hears, eventually, bleary. “Did you fall asleep?”

Jungha shakes her head as much as she can. She’s not asleep, she thinks. She just—doesn’t want to open her eyes.

“Do you wanna come out of there?” Hosook asks.

That—definitely not. Jungha shakes her head a little harder. All she can smell is Hosook’s pussy, the taste still on her tongue. There’s a slight scent of lube, and the feel of the straps on her still burn, but—

She thinks she can feel the pulse of Hosook’s heartbeat, like this. The shift of her as she breathes.

She’d stay here for a long, long time.

“Okay?” She asks, quietly, later. The boys are asleep on her other side, Jimin curled up on Namjoon’s chest.

“Really good, baby,” Hosook says. “Thank you.”

She blinks and Jungha tracks the looks on her face as her eyes flutter over Jungha’s face. That look of slight surprise is back, like there’s something she’s seeing there that she didn’t quite expect.

“What?” Jungha whispers, when it doesn’t seem like Hosook is going to say anything else.

“You’re so grown up,” Hosook whispers. “But you’re still—”

“Yeah,” Jungha says. “Yeah—always.”

She’s always going to be their baby, she thinks.

However they will let her. Namjoon’s weight is warm against her back, but for now—

“Baby,” Hosook says, and Jungha closes her eyes.

Falls asleep in the moment between one kiss and the next.