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A Game for Seven

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When they finally stop laughing, Jimin goes to pull away from Jeongguk, to get off Jeongguk’s lap, but Jeongguk wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist and holds him in place. Jimin smiles softly, placing his hand on Jeongguk’s cheek again, then leans forward, nuzzling his nose into Jeongguk’s neck and letting Jeongguk hold him close.

The others watch them, some fond, some smiling, Seokjin’s eyes squinted, but Jeongguk doesn’t pay attention to them, allowing himself to close his eyes and embrace Jimin. It feels right. After both of these rounds, after watching Jimin let himself go and submit, in both of the rounds but especially in Seokjin’s round tonight, holding Jimin, comforting him, cuddling him, it… it feels more than just right, it feels necessary. And the fact that Jimin just lets Jeongguk do it means that, on some level, Jimin needs it just like Jeongguk needs it.

Someone unmutes the TV, and that’s the only sound in the room for a while. When Jeongguk opens his eyes again at some point, he sees that only Taehyung and Seokjin are still in the living room, Taehyung watching TV and Seokjin watching the two of them. He looks concerned. Probably less about Jeongguk and more about Jimin. But Jeongguk isn’t concerned about Jimin, not now that he has Jimin in his arms and is keeping him close. Smiling tiredly, he tries to convey that to Seokjin, and by the way Seokjin relaxes, Jeongguk thinks that it works.

That night, when Jeongguk is getting ready for bed, there’s a knock on his door.

“Hey,” Jimin says. “I wanna cuddle.”

So, Jeongguk lets him in. Jeongguk is shirtless, Jimin is wearing a soft t-shirt, and under the blankets, in Jeongguk’s tiny bed, Jeongguk holds Jimin in his arms with Jimin’s face pressed into his collarbones.

“You did really well, you know,” Jeongguk lets himself say quietly.

Jimin pulls back and looks him in the eyes, smiling widely, “Yeah?”

Jeongguk smiles too, nodding.

“So did you,” Jimin says, laying his head on the other side of Jeongguk’s pillow.

“Not good enough to win though,” Jeongguk’s voice is calm, but it does still hurt a little to say it.

“I really did almost give you the win,” Jimin says, looking up, thinking. “In a way… the first night with you was… easier, more casual, more fun, which I like,” he smiles. “The reason I gave it to him is because… I felt like he somehow knew all my fucking secrets. All the things that I like, he somehow figured out. And that was impressive.”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk agrees.

“Honestly, I didn’t realize it was Seokjin the second night,” Jimin says, and at Jeongguk’s raised eyebrow, he adds, “I mean, I thought it was you the first night, but then the second night, with all the… overt dominance, I thought it was you as well, but then I also thought it was you watching the second night so I was-“ he shakes his head, his eyes wide, “-all over the place.”

Jeongguk laughs breathily, “You thought I was the overtly dominant one?”

“Yeah!” Jimin says. “You come off a lot more dom-y to me. I thought it was just you being your natural self instead of Seokjin hyung… pretending to be a dom. Like- I was not expecting that from him. Whenever he talks about his sex life, he always comes off more subby to me. Like- I relate to the way he talks about sex because I’m also… subby,” he pauses, “-ish. But maybe I’m wrong.”

“I don’t know anything about him sexually at this point,” Jeongguk says, his voice coming out breathy. “He was completely different with Namjoon.”

“Yeah, from what he said, he sounded like he was more subby with Joon,” Jimin says.

“He was,” Jeongguk says. “He wasn’t like- completely submissive. I mean, he still has to lead no matter what because of the competition, but yeah, he was much less dominant with Namjoon.”

Jimin hums, “I wonder what he’s gonna be like with Tae.”

“Tae I have no read on either,” Jeongguk admits.

Jimin shrugs, “Me neither.”

“But he talks to you about his sex life a lot, doesn’t he?” Jeongguk says.

“Yeah, but-“ Jimin’s eyebrows furrow, “It always feels like… conflicting information. Sometimes he sounds subbier, sometimes dommier. So I’m really not sure. Can’t help you.”

“I don’t want you to help,” Jeongguk laughs. “I’m not a cheater.”

Jimin smiles, “You’ll figure it out.”

“If I don’t,” Jeongguk speaks, “I lose the whole thing.”

“That doesn’t mean anything though,” Jimin says. “You were good yesterday, like really good. Even if you do lose, it doesn’t suddenly mean that you’re bad in bed.”

“No, it just means that I’m worse than him,” Jeongguk says. Even though he’s thought about it before and decided that losing doesn’t mean he’s worse than Seokjin in bed, he doesn’t… fully believe it. That’s what the competition was meant to help them figure out in the first place, so he can’t… completely dismiss it.

“Not really,” Jimin disagrees.

“I don’t know,” Jeongguk breathes.

They’re quiet for a moment. Jimin runs his fingers through Jeongguk’s fringe, pushing his hair back.

“Sorry for the orgasm tonight by the way,” Jeongguk decides to say.

“Hm?” Jimin frowns.

“I was kind of sabotaging Seokjin on purpose,” Jeongguk says.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks.

“I was distracting him throughout,” Jeongguk explains. “Trying to.”

“Oh!” Jimin’s eyes open wide. “That’s a really smart strategy!”

Jeongguk can’t help but smile, “I kinda ruined your orgasm though. Distracted him right when you were about to come.”

Jimin’s eyes open even wider, “Oh my god, that’s genius. You know, I legit considered like- I was all: ‘the orgasm the first night was better’. That’s so smart of you, what the fuck?” he slaps Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Are you not upset about that?” Jeongguk asks.

“No, are you kidding?” Jimin smiles. “That’s literally genius for the competition. And I didn’t even think about it while it was happening. Like, I suspected nothing. Are you gonna sabotage him in the next round too?”

“Probably,” Jeongguk says.

“Maknae,” Jimin shakes his head. “No wonder you always win competitions.”

Jeongguk snorts, and they keep talking for a while.

Jimin stays the night, falling asleep with Jeongguk hugging him from behind. It’s been a while since they’ve shared a bed like this, and though Jeongguk normally prefers his privacy at night, having Jimin in his arms after he and Seokjin rimmed him feels really good. It makes Jeongguk content. Aftercare provided. Good dominant – check.


Jeongguk watches from the kitchen table as Taehyung gets out of the hallway the next morning, wearing a full button-down stripy beige pajama set, his hair messy from sleep, yawning and stretching his hands up. No clue. Jeongguk has no fucking clue what strategy to have for Taehyung tomorrow.

“We need to go over the rules for your round now,” Jimin says excitedly from beside Jeongguk.

“Hands,” Taehyung says. “Make me a cup too?” he aims at Seokjin who’s holding the kettle with the hot water.

Seokjin hums noncommittedly in response as Taehyung comes up behind Hoseok and hugs him.

“Hands?” Jimin asks.

“Mmhm,” Taehyung lays his chin onto Hoseok’s head, Hoseok reaching up to ruffle Taehyung’s hair even more. “Fingers for fingerings and hand for jerking off. Hands.”

“No mouth?” Jimin asks.

“Nope,” Taehyung answers. “This is a fingerings test. And obviously the other hand to jerk me off because I’m not as lucky as you. It’s impressive that you can come just from rimming, you know that? Not even prostate stimulation.”

“I know,” Jimin smiles, flipping back imaginary long hair. “I’m special like that.”

“Yes, you are,” Taehyung laughs.

Seokjin makes himself and Taehyung tea, asking, “Do you wanna give us clues for this round like Jimin did before his?”

Oh, that’s a good idea, yeah. Tips. Tips would be fucking useful. And really, Seokjin asking for them might be a good sign too. Maybe reading Taehyung isn’t that easy for him either.

“I don’t know honestly,” Taehyung says. “I mean… no offense, but I don’t expect much.”

“Ouch,” Yoongi exclaims, coming into the kitchen. “Make me coffee?” aims at Seokjin again.

“Make it yourself,” Seokjin deadpans, reaching for the coffee and a third mug, Yoongi sitting down in front of Jeongguk.

“It’s not about you guys,” Taehyung says, walking around the kitchen island. “Honestly, “ he adds, sitting down next to Yoongi. “The odds of either of you legitimately being able to impress me are… low… because my expectations for sex are kinda stupidly high, so… I don’t know, I’ll have to see what you come up with and judge based on that.”

“Oh, come on,” Jeongguk urges. “You say that and then refuse to give us a single clue?”

Taehyung purses his lips and squints, thinking.

“Uhm… just don’t try to impress me,” he says after a couple seconds. “Have fun. I get off on girls getting off to me, and though you’re not girls, I don’t see that changing. Even blindfolded, I’ll be able to tell if you’re having fun or not.”

“You sound very sure of that,” Yoongi says.

“I am,” Taehyung laughs. “It won’t be my first time blindfolded. Been there before.”

Seokjin places a cup of tea in front of Taehyung and a cup of coffee in front of Yoongi, sitting down too. Namjoon comes into the kitchen next, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

“I don’t know that that’s helpful at all,” Jeongguk says.

Taehyung shrugs.

“What are you guys talking about?” Namjoon asks.

“Tae is giving them clues for tomorrow’s round,” Hoseok says.

“Barely,” Jeongguk murmurs. He’s going to have to figure something out and fast. God, going first so many times was such a bad idea.

“Are you not worried about not getting hard?” Namjoon asks, walking over to the counter and getting a mug.

“Eh,” Taehyung dismisses. “Maybe a little but not really. I mean, being blindfolded is gonna help, but”- he shrugs, “-bodies are bodies, pleasure is pleasure, and pleasure is hot on everyone. So, so long as I’m not sucking their dick or fucking them and having to get off on that, I don’t see myself having an issue.”

“Are you sure you’re not into guys?” Yoongi asks over his coffee cup, eyes narrowed.

Taehyung laughs, “Yeah. I wasn’t sure for a moment years ago when I properly started getting into fingering and other kinkier shit and still thought of some of it as-“ he makes quotation marks with his fingers, “-‘gay stuff’, so I sorta… went around, did my research, watched gay porn, made out with a guy, tried to have a threesome with a girl and a guy… But, the porn didn’t do anything for me, and though making out with a guy was fun, because making out is always fun, it was just fun, it wasn’t a turn-on. And the threesome was also fun, yeah, and I did enjoy watching him play with her, but I wasn’t getting off on him. I've considered just trying to have sex with a guy alone, but the thought of it made me kind of uncomfortable,” he shrugs again. “I’ve tried. It’s not who I am.”

“Huh,” Yoongi breathes. “Fair,” he takes a sip.

“And you’re not worried about not getting hard?” Namjoon asks again. “Even though you’ve ‘been there, done that’ and figured out that it isn’t for you?”

“Nope,” Taehyung dismisses. “Worse case, if I see that it’s really not happening, I’ll jerk myself off, get myself hard, and if necessary, make myself come too. They’ll just be responsible for the fingering portion which is really what they should be focused on anyway. I don’t know, I’m not nervous.”

“That’s good,” Seokjin says.

Taehyung nods quickly, pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows, and Jeongguk nods slowly, watching Seokjin’s squinted eyes and slight frown and suddenly truly believing that he’s got this round in the bag.


The strategy is no strategy. Kind of. During Seokjin’s round, the strategy is still to distract him, but during his own round, the strategy is to do what Taehyung asked for – not try to impress him and just have fun. And Jeongguk is legitimately confident that it’ll work. Topping, bottoming, fingering, Jeongguk loves all of it. His downfall the last two rounds with Namjoon and Jimin was essentially being too himself, at least in comparison to Seokjin. Taehyung asking them to just let go and have fun couldn’t be more perfectly tailored to Jeongguk.

Seokjin adapts, that’s always his strategy, and he does it well. But if he can’t get a read on Taehyung, which Jeongguk seriously suspects that he can’t, adapting will be Seokjin’s downfall. Because he won’t know what to adapt to. He’s going to be as bigheaded as he was the last two rounds, possibly more because of winning twice, assume something about Taehyung, try overly hard to impress him despite him telling them to not do that, and fail. Add to that Jeongguk continuing to mess with him during the round and boom – first point to Jeongguk.

The main thing Jeongguk is worried about with this round though is retaliation from Seokjin. Sabotaging back. But there’s nothing Jeongguk can do about that other than do his best to ignore it if and when it happens. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Seokjin decides to pull his dick out all of a sudden. Jeongguk knows he won’t be able to stop himself from looking. He doesn’t think that Seokjin will do it, but he can’t be sure. All he can do is wait and see, and then improvise.

There’s still a whole day to go before the next round though, a Saturday, so Jeongguk decides to use that time to try to figure out if maybe Seokjin does know something that Jeongguk doesn’t about Taehyung. Getting info out of Seokjin is not cheating, it’s not like Jimin giving Jeongguk advice, it’s figuring out your opponent. It’s playing the game smart.

So, when Seokjin comes back home in the evening and walks into his and Yoongi’s room, leaving the door open, Jeongguk takes the opportunity, leans against the doorframe to their room, acknowledges Yoongi sitting on his bed with his laptop and headphones who doesn’t acknowledge him back, and starts up a conversation.

“Tae’s impossible to read,” he says.

Seokjin turns around, taking off his jacket and furrowing his eyebrows.

“He’s harder to read than Namjoon and Jimin, yeah, but far from impossible,” Seokjin says, throwing the jacket onto the foot of his bed.

Yoongi’s eyes flick up towards them, then he adjusts his headphones and rapidly clicks a button on his keyboard. Jeongguk can’t tell if he’s getting the volume up or down.

“This time, I know you’re bullshitting,” Jeongguk says, folding his arms over his chest.

Seokjin lifts an eyebrow.

“He essentially told us to not even bother trying to read him,” Jeongguk says.

“Just because he thinks he’s that difficult to read, doesn’t mean that he actually is,” Seokjin starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Jeongguk is just getting more and more confident. God, it was obvious that Seokjin wouldn’t listen to Taehyung’s advice. He is far more arrogant than Jeongguk is.

I think that he is that difficult to read,” Jeongguk shrugs, watching Seokjin undress. “So does Jimin. And up until like- a week ago, we had no clue that he was super kinky and weird in bed. Even Namjoon didn’t know, and he’s lived with him in the same room for years, so he’s obviously been good at hiding it.”

“He’s given us more than enough to go on since last week,” Seokjin tosses his shirt next to the jacket, and Jeongguk runs his eyes over Seokjin’s torso and low hanging jeans. Finds himself wondering if Seokjin’s nipples are sensitive. Shakes himself off.

“The blindfolds, the collection of toys, the fingering, the threesome, I remember what he said since last week,” Jeongguk lists. “None of those mean anything other than he likes having sex and is open-minded and willing to try new things.”

Seokjin’s eyes narrow, “You’re trying to get me to tell you what I think he’s into,” he accuses.

“Nope,” Jeongguk says and knows Seokjin can hear the honesty. Even if Seokjin does have something, or thinks he has something, Jeongguk wouldn’t take his advice, definitely not without serious consideration at the very least. He’s going to specifically take Taehyung’s advice.

He unfolds his arms, letting them fall to his sides calmly.

Yoongi’s eyes keep running between the two of them. Definitely listening. Jeongguk doesn’t call him out on it.

“I already know what I’ll be doing,” Jeongguk adds. “And you thinking something doesn’t automatically make it true. I’m not asking for advice, and I wouldn’t take it even if you offered it.”

“Then what do you want?” Seokjin asks, frowning.

Jeongguk’s eyes linger for a second on Seokjin’s bulge before turning to look at Yoongi. Maybe Seokjin will try to mess with Jeongguk by taking his dick out. It would be interesting if he did. Might give Jeongguk a glimpse into who Seokjin actually is in bed. Or maybe not. He wonders if Yoongi knows more about what Seokjin is really like in bed, if Seokjin had told him stories and details in the past. Yoongi was the one who said that Seokjin believes he’s really good at sex, leading them into this competition in the first place. That must mean he knows something. Maybe there’s a way he could ask Yoongi about it.

“Nothing,” Jeongguk answers eventually, then changes his mind. “I’m just trying to intimidate you.”

“By saying that you have a strategy?” Seokjin asks. “Or by saying that your strategy consists of not being able to read him?”

“Yes,” Jeongguk says.

Seokjin rolls his eyes.

“Hyung,” Yoongi calls out quietly all of a sudden. “Please win this one too.”

“Why?” Jeongguk asks before Seokjin can say anything, feeling overconfident and far too hyped. “Does the thought of getting fucked by us excite you too much? Worried you’ll be too into it?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen a fraction, “No,” he looks back down at his screen, tapping his keyboard quickly again, possibly drowning them out for real this time.

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jeongguk says in case Yoongi can still hear, smirking, unable to shut himself up. He’ll do pushups in a second, chill himself off. “We’ll make sure to make it a very enjoyable experience for you.”

Yoongi sinks down his pillow ever so slightly. Jeongguk looks back at Seokjin, locking eyes with him.

“So you don’t have a strategy?” Jeongguk asks as if he’s trying to clarify, honestly just to piss Seokjin off at this point.

“Of course I do,” Seokjin says, calm. “It’s the same one I have every time.”

“Reading them,” Jeongguk supplies.

“Yup,” Seokjin reaches for his crotch, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants while his eyes are still on Jeongguk’s, then sits down onto the bed.

“Except that you can’t really read him,” Jeongguk insists.

Seokjin looks up, taking his jeans off, “Whatever makes it easier for you to get through this.”

Jeongguk smiles. He’s winning this one.


That night, in his bed, he finds himself thinking about what Jimin said about Seokjin. After watching Seokjin rimming Jimin, Jeongguk wouldn’t say that Seokjin came off in any way submissive. Not in the slightest. Moving Jimin around, pinning him to the bed, spanking him, it all looked like it came very naturally to Seokjin. So, really, Jeongguk thinks that Jimin is wrong about it, Seokjin is not a sub. It would be interesting if Jimin were right. The thought of Seokjin’s control breaking is… attractive.

Jimin is right about Jeongguk though. Jeongguk tends to think of himself as more dominant. Always has. Does he have his subbier moments? Yes. Does he love to get fucked and let go and just enjoy the feelings that his body can provide him? Absolutely. But does he also normally hold the reigns? Also yes.

His mind decides to plant him in Jimin’s position all of a sudden, and he imagines himself blindfolded, Seokjin’s fingers tight around his wrists, lifting his hands up into the air, or pressing his head down into the mattress. Would Jeongguk oppose that? Maybe the blindfold part. The thought of not being able to see kind of freaks him out, but other than that, no, he wouldn’t oppose it. If that’s what Seokjin wanted, Jeongguk wouldn’t mind. Would he enjoy blindfolding and moving Seokjin around more than Seokjin doing it to him? One hundred percent.

It’s weird though, how he’s suddenly interested in Seokjin’s sexuality in a way he never has been before. Why does he even care? ‘He doesn’t’ is what he wants the answer to be. But he kind of does. He’s curious as fuck, and he’s not sure why or why it matters.

Seokjin probably thinks that Taehyung is submissive. Him having admitted to being blindfolded before, him being topped by women, it doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s submissive, but Jeongguk thinks that Seokjin might read it that way. He’s hoping that Seokjin is wrong of course, that Taehyung turns out to be some massive dom or something, but Jeongguk honestly doesn’t know. Not that it matters to him personally. All he’s aiming for with Taehyung is making sure that Taehyung has fun.

Being so decisive about what he’s going to do makes it easier for Jeongguk to get through the next day. Jeongguk doesn’t instigate a conversation about it over breakfast, so other than Jimin asking Taehyung if he’s excited and Taehyung saying that he hopes it’ll be fun, nothing is really said about it.

He thought that it being a Sunday and an off day would make waiting torture, but he’s fine. During lunch, half of them are not home, so it’s only Jeongguk, Namjoon, and Hoseok eating together. Namjoon obviously wouldn’t bring up the subject on his own, and Hoseok just seems very chill about the whole thing and doesn’t bring it up either.

It’s only when the sun goes down and the rest of them start coming back home that Jeongguk’s nerves kick in. Because confident as he might be about winning, he’s… not as confident as he was the last round and nowhere near as confident as he was the first round. Whether it stems from losing twice and this being his last chance at redemption or because he can’t be fully sure that his approach to Taehyung’s round is the right one, he finds himself… fidgeting. And not in the hype sort of way but in the scared and nervous way. This competition is really fucking with his confidence, and he doesn’t like it.

Shaking himself off, he stands in the living room and makes himself do fifteen jumping jacks and fifteen squats just to get his blood pumping, for once trying to light the hype inside himself instead of trying to calm it down. He needs the energy. Needs the confidence, the calm.

He sits down after that, inhaling deeply and steadily and taking count of where everyone is.

Taehyung is in the shower. Namjoon is in his and Taehyung’s room. Hoseok is snacking and doing something on his phone in the kitchen. Yoongi and Seokjin are in their room. And Jimin-

“Motherfu-” Jeongguk exclaims. Jimin has just jumped right onto Jeongguk.

“What are you- meditating?” Jimin laughs, falling back onto the couch and throwing his legs over Jeongguk’s thighs. “Who are you?”

Hoseok snorts from behind them, chewing on something crunchy, “I think he’s nervous.”

“Not nervous,” Jeongguk dismisses, lying. “Just relaxing.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely nervous,” Jimin laughs.

Hoseok opens the fridge and gets a six-pack of beer.

“I get it though,” Jimin says, getting his legs off Jeongguk, sitting up and moving around, this time, letting his head fall onto Jeongguk’s thighs. “You’ve definitely been stronger than I would have been in your shoes. I probably would have cried already.”

“Hey, did you not have a good time with me three days ago?” Jeongguk asks.

“Of course I did,” Jimin frowns.

“Then I have nothing to cry over,” Jeongguk says.

Hoseok puts the beers down on the coffee table and sits on one of the other couches.  

“Someone’s maturing,” Hoseok says, and Jeongguk rolls his eyes.

“I’m nervous,” Yoongi announces as he walks into the living room.

Hoseok taps the seat next to him, and Yoongi plops onto it.

“Hyung looks calm and shit,” Yoongi says. “But I’m nervous.”

“Stop pretending to hate this,” Jeongguk challenges, raising his eyebrows. “No one’s believing you anyway.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, and Hoseok bursts out laughing, immediately covering his mouth with his hand.

“Maknae!” Jimin scolds, laughing too.

Jeongguk shrugs, “He’s probably worried he’ll like it too much and moan too loud and that you guys will be able to hear him out here.”

Flushing red, Yoongi’s mouth opens, “You-“

“Yeah?” Jeongguk raises his eyebrows again.

“Ignore him,” Seokjin tells Yoongi, him and Namjoon walking into the living room. “He’s a brat, and you have nothing to worry about.”

“Please win,” Yoongi pleads, and Jeongguk laughs.

“So long as I don’t hear you using the safeword,” Jeongguk says, “I’m calling bullshit on all your protests.”

“Okay, that’s kinda true,” Hoseok says, Yoongi turns to gape at him, and Hoseok lifts his hands up in protest.

“You can get out of it if you want,” Jeongguk adds. “Hell, you can safeword now, stop Tae’s round from happening, and we’ll just have to live not knowing who’s the winner.”

“Wouldn’t Seokjin hyung be considered the winner if that happens?” Namjoon asks, him and Seokjin sitting on the third couch together.

“There are still three rounds left,” Jeongguk says. “Three rounds are enough to turn the competition around completely. We stop it before this round? As far as I’m concerned, that means I could have still won.”

Seokjin shakes his head.

“I’m not safewording before this round,” Yoongi says. “Hyung might still win and then I won’t have to.”

“But you plan on safewording after the round if hyung doesn’t win?” Namjoon raises an eyebrow.

Yoongi takes a breath, glances at Jeongguk then back at Namjoon.

“I haven’t decided yet,” he murmurs.

Jeongguk grinds his hips up slowly under Jimin’s head a couple times, holding eye contact with Yoongi and running his tongue over his lips.

“Oh my god,” Jimin laughs, his head bouncing on Jeongguk’s thighs.

Yoongi covers his face with his hands.

A door in the hallway opens and closes. The bathroom. Then another one. Taehyung and Namjoon’s room.

Jeongguk smirks at Seokjin, and Seokjin squints.

“It’s amazing really,” Jimin says. “I’d think you would have lost some confidence after losing two rounds, but look at you, all smirky.”

“I’m just enjoying intimidating him,” Jeongguk says.

Are you intimidated?” Hoseok asks Seokjin.

Seokjin laughs. Jeongguk lets out a laugh too, more letting out nerves than actually thinking anything was funny. He’ll be fine. All he has to do is be himself and make sure that Taehyung has fun. He’s done that during Jimin’s round. It won’t be that hard.

He’s got nothing to worry about. Losing will hurt his pride and ego, and looking at Seokjin’s high and mighty attitude makes him want to win more than anything else in the world. But he’ll be fine either way. He will be. Crying is Jimin’s thing, not Jeongguk’s.

Namjoon turns the TV on, Yoongi and Jimin grab a beer, and Jeongguk closes his eyes and goes back to ‘meditating’ until Taehyung comes out into the room.

It’s Jimin whistling suggestively that makes Jeongguk open his eyes eventually. 

“Damn, look at you,” Jimin sits up, and Jeongguk turns his head.

A black button-up dress shirt and grey dress pants. No socks. Hair an organized mess. Holding a thick red ribbon in his hand – the blindfold, Jeongguk assumes. And a smile deserving to be on the cover of a magazine. Taehyung looks like he’s ready for a fucking red carpet.

“Well?” Taehyung asks, aiming the question at Jimin.

“You look fucking hot,” Jimin says.

“Yeah,” Namjoon nods.

“Mmhm,” Hoseok agrees.

“Like damn, you put in the effort,” Jimin adds.

“A little effort goes a long way,” Taehyung dismisses.

Turning his head back, Jeongguk looks at Seokjin and finds him slightly wide-eyed. Huh. Well, yeah, Jeongguk didn’t expect this either.

“I like looking good for the people I hook up with,” Taehyung’s voice dips.

Jimin winks at Taehyung like he knows something the rest of them don’t, and Taehyung puckers his lips and sends a kiss Jimin’s way. He lifts the blindfold and wiggles it.

“You comin’?” he asks, looking at Jeongguk and Seokjin.

Jeongguk stands up first, Seokjin continuing to blink at Taehyung for a few seconds before getting up too. The two of them go after Taehyung as he starts walking, tossing the blindfold over his shoulder and tilting his head in a way that is distinctly attractive. He has the urge to whistle at Taehyung like Jimin did.

“Good luck, hyung!” Yoongi yells all of a sudden, and Jeongguk rolls his eyes. Seokjin scoffs.

The three of them walk into Taehyung and Namjoon’s room, and Taehyung is the one to lock the door behind them. There’s a bottle of lube on Taehyung’s bed and no blindfolds on Namjoon’s.

“So, what’s the plan?” Taehyung breaks the silence.

“We blindfold you,” Jeongguk answers before Seokjin does. “Then, we spin you twice. When you stop spinning, you let us know if you know who’s in front of you. If you don’t, you get into position – whichever one you’re most comfortable in – and we start.”

Seokjin seems to have collected himself during the short trip from the living room here.

Taehyung smiles, looking between the two of them. He doesn’t say anything else, waiting for them to pick up the conversation, and… it makes Jeongguk a bit nervous. Namjoon was all instructions, Jimin was all excitement, and Taehyung is just… hot.

“Feel free to use the safeword whenever you want to,” Seokjin says eventually.

“Purple,” Taehyung says. “I remember,” he smiles. “Also, one tap on the thigh for ‘yes’, one on both thighs simultaneously for ‘no’.”

“Mmhm,” Seokjin says.

“What else?” Taehyung asks, walking to stand in front of his own bed.

“Nothing really,” Seokjin answers.

Taehyung hums.

“After we spin you,” Jeongguk speaks, “you’ll be facing the bed.”

“Make it so that my back is to it,” Taehyung says. “Easier to sit back and get into position that way.”

More silence. Neither Seokjin nor Jeongguk makes a move towards Taehyung. Jeongguk wonders if Seokjin is also weirdly intimidated. Maybe it’s all of Jimin’s buildup to Taehyung’s round that’s making Jeongguk feel this way. Maybe it’s Jimin saying that he thinks no one can keep up with Taehyung. Or Taehyung basically confirming it when he said that his expectations for sex are too high.

Jeongguk looks at Seokjin. Or maybe Jeongguk should have come up with a more concrete plan, maybe Seokjin is right and Taehyung really did give them enough to go on over the past week, maybe Jeongguk is just not seeing it. But Seokjin looks just as intimidated as him, so maybe the fear is justified. God, Jeongguk wishes Seokjin would have gone first.

“I feel tension,” Taehyung says, and Jeongguk looks at him again. “It’s coming from you two, not me.”

“You’re intimidating,” Jeongguk decides to say, hoping to cut said tension.

Taehyung’s eyebrows shoot up.

“You said ‘don’t even try to impress me because you won’t be able to’,” Jeongguk says.

Taehyung’s mouth opens, “That was meant as something that would… ease.”

“How?” Jeongguk asks, finally walking toward Taehyung.

Seokjin follows him, and the two of them stand in front of Taehyung, about an arm’s length away.

“Lower the expectations,” Taehyung says. “Make you think about it less. Allow you to just have more fun rather than be nervous about impressing me.”

“We’re supposed to impress you,” Seokjin argues.

“No,” Taehyung says. “You’re not supposed to be the best hookup I’ve ever had, you’re just supposed to be better than each other.”

“I guess,” Jeongguk says.

“Seriously,” Taehyung insists. “Don’t think about it. Chill. Whoever goes today, enjoy it. The other one, take notes, and tomorrow, try to be better than the one going today. And that’s it,” he inhales. “I should be the least intimidating round. Because I’m really not expecting to have my mind blown. All I want is to have fun and for you to have fun too.”

They all look at each other.

“I don’t bite,” Taehyung whispers. “But you may. If you want to. You may do whatever you want, I’ll let you know if I don’t like something,” he smirks. “And I’ll walk you through it. Tell you what I’m feeling throughout.”

He lifts the red ribbon blindfold and covers his own eyes with it, tying it in the back of his head. No assistance necessary. He really has done this before.

“You’re really not worried about getting hard?” Seokjin asks.

Taehyung shrugs, “No. I have a good imagination. And I have had group sex with other guys so it won’t be that new.”

“I feel like I wanna know a lot more about your sex life now,” Jeongguk says.

Taehyung smiles widely, “You’re about to learn some things.”

Jeongguk laughs breathily.

“Our safeword one more time,” Seokjin says.

“Purple,” Taehyung keeps smiling.

Jeongguk, looking at the satin blindfold and thinking that there’s no way Taehyung can’t see through it, waves a hand in front of Taehyung’s face. Seokjin lets out a breathy laugh.

“Now I spin?” Taehyung says and starts turning.

“Now we spin you,” Jeongguk clarifies, placing a hand on Taehyung’s hip.

“Does it matter?” Taehyung asks as Seokjin places a hand on his other hip.

“Are you not worried about losing perception of space?” Jeongguk asks.

“You’d stop me when I’d need to be stopped,” Taehyung laughs.

We spin you,” Jeongguk insists.

“Alright, alright,” Taehyung keeps laughing.

At least Taehyung’s mood is light right now. That’s probably a good start.

Seokjin walks away as Taehyung spins, again sitting on the edge of Namjoon’s bed with his feet on the floor, thighs spread, arms resting on either thigh, leaning forward to observe. Once the second turn is over and Taehyung is facing Jeongguk, Jeongguk stops him, letting his hips go.

“You’re clear,” Taehyung says. “I don’t know who’s in front of me.”

Taehyung smiles slowly, not saying another word, takes a step back, his leg hitting the foot of the bed, and he’s just about to sit down when Jeongguk’s instincts kick in and he grabs the lapels of Taehyung’s shirt.

“Whoa,” Taehyung exclaims, his smile widening. “Unexpected.”

Jeongguk smiles in reaction and glances at Seokjin. Nothing. Just observing. Taking a deep breath, Jeongguk turns back to Taehyung and decides to just fucking ignore Seokjin this round. As much as he can and for as long as he can. He begins unbuttoning Taehyung’s shirt.

Taehyung’s own hands reach down, bypassing Jeongguk’s arms completely to unbutton and unzip his dress pants.

“Enjoying the shirt?” Taehyung asks, still smiling. “Decided on one with buttons for this exact moment. I like the process of unbuttoning. Do you?”

Jeongguk has to let go of Taehyung’s shirt, stop unbuttoning it halfway through, to be able to slap Taehyung’s thigh once.

“Good,” Taehyung says. “Wouldn’t have been worth it otherwise.”

Buttons all the way undone, both the shirt and the pants, Taehyung’s hands fall to his sides, and Jeongguk decides to leave Taehyung’s shirt on. Just the shirt. Open like this. Wishes Taehyung had worn a tie too for Jeongguk to tug on. Instead, he runs his hands down Taehyung’s chest and stomach.

Taehyung hums, small smile on his lips, completely relaxed. Not the most defined abs or pecks. Nowhere near Jeongguk’s or Jimin’s. But firm, lean, soft in the most kissable places, really fucking sexy.

Trailing his fingers up, Jeongguk runs them across Taehyung’s nipples, testing his reactions, his limits. Taehyung exhales softly, and Jeongguk cups the sides of Taehyung’s neck then moves his hands back, down Taehyung’s chest and stomach, placing one hand on Taehyung’s hip as the other one comes to a pause on Taehyung’s crotch, cupping his cock through it.

Another smirk from Taehyung, and Jeongguk takes that as a good sign, so he rubs his crotch slowly.

“Warning you,” Taehyung says. “Just rubbing like that will not get me hard.”

Jeongguk keeps rubbing his crotch.

“If that’s what you’re aiming for,” Taehyung adds.

It isn’t. Jeongguk isn’t aiming for anything other than Taehyung’s fun. The reason he’s doing this is not just to warm Taehyung up but also because he fucking likes it. This is what he would do with any partner of his. He’d play with them, enjoy their body, drag it out. Taehyung lets out a breathy laugh.

Taking his hands off Taehyung completely, Jeongguk contemplates what to do next. He glances at Seokjin despite himself – still just watching – then takes into account that the back of one of Taehyung’s legs is touching the foot of the bed, meaning Taehyung knows exactly where he is. So, it feels safe to – right when Taehyung opens his mouth to speak – shove Taehyung back onto the bed with one clean hit to his chest.

Taehyung gasps, bouncing on the bed and bracing himself back on his forearms, then leans his head back and laughs, and Jeongguk is on him before Taehyung can even think about doing anything else.

He tries to keep some distance between the two of them, not pressing up against Taehyung completely in case Taehyung somehow recognizes him, but he places one clenched fist on the sheets, holding himself up, while his other hand goes onto Taehyung’s neck. Kissing him would be the next step had he been an actual hookup. But as it is, Jeongguk kisses Taehyung’s chest instead, running his tongue in one long stripe right across Taehyung’s peck and nipple.

“Fuck,” Taehyung exclaims, smiling. “You’re fun.”

That’s right. Is Jeongguk sure that this is the right attitude for this round? No, not yet, not really, not fully. But Jeongguk is having fun, and Taehyung is having fun, and that’s all that Taehyung asked for, so Jeongguk is going to fucking win.

He licks across Taehyung’s chest, wraps his lips around Taehyung’s other nipple, and, as his teeth close around it, he’s watching Taehyung, and his own cock gets harder at the hiss that Taehyung lets out and the way Taehyung’s fingers clench the sheets beneath him. The smirk stays on Taehyung’s lips the entire time though, and Jeongguk is happy that it’s there, letting him know where Taehyung’s is mentally.

Kissing down Taehyung’s chest and falling onto his knees in front of the bed, Jeongguk keeps his eyes up, tucking his fingers under the waistband of Taehyung’s pants and tugging. Taehyung’s hips lift, giving Jeongguk space to remove his pants and toss them behind himself. He intends to keep Taehyung’s underwear on for a little while, maybe rub him through them, try to get him harder that way, but Taehyung reaches his hand down.

For a second, he just cups his own crotch and groans, getting hard already, then he’s trying to shove his underwear off one-handed, and Jeongguk decides that the best way is to follow Taehyung’s lead and do what he’s asking for. He’s listening to his own instincts this round. No overthinking.

So, underwear dragged down his legs and tossed somewhere next to the pants, Jeongguk runs his nails through the hair at the base of Taehyung’s shaft, cupping his balls, and fucking enjoying that Taehyung is already half hard, maybe even more than half. It feels like Jeongguk’s really getting things right.

And Taehyung is enjoying it too. Smiling, his head leaned back. It’s really hot, how much fun he’s having. Different than how Jimin was enjoying his round. Taehyung is relaxed, he’s incredibly hot, and he’s straight, and this feels like the most cliché porn scenario of turning your straight best friend gay, and Jeongguk is getting off to it so much it’s a little embarrassing. Namjoon, an awkward straight, is not one Jeongguk would have ever gone for, but someone like Taehyung? Someone who’s open-minded and just wants to enjoy himself and make sure that his partner enjoys him too? Who wouldn’t go for him?

Yeah, maybe Seokjin was right, Jeongguk thinks as his fingers wrap around Taehyung’s shaft and Taehyung exhales, Taehyung really isn’t all that difficult to read. He’s been the clearest out of all of them about what he wants. It just so happens that what he wants perfectly corresponds with what Jeongguk enjoys. Lighthearted, fun, experimental sex. There’s no reason to not be confident this round.

He smiles to himself, turning his head to Seokjin as he slowly jerks Taehyung off, and smiles at Seokjin too. Seokjin doesn’t smile back. He doesn’t do anything back. But Jeongguk thinks that Seokjin’s breathing is heavier today than the last two rounds. Maybe He’s imagining it, maybe that’s just something that he wants to see. But then, Seokjin’s gaze catches his, and Jeongguk just knows that Seokjin is affected. Something in Seokjin’s eyes, in his posture, Jeongguk isn’t sure, but he has the sudden urge to get up, strip Seokjin’s clothes off, and fuck him into the mattress until his voice breaks with how loud he moans. Break his resolve completely. No more control. God, his control is infuriating.

Shaking himself off, he turns back to Taehyung. Taehyung’s hard, and Jeongguk is too. Jeongguk lets Taehyung’s shaft go and grabs both of Taehyung’s calves, pressing his legs up and open. A blowjob, a rimjob, so many options, yet none of them available to Jeongguk. So, he kisses the inside of Taehyung’s thighs.

Taehyung hums, leaning further back and spreading his legs wider.

“God, how much I’d want your lips around my cock right now,” Taehyung breathes suddenly.

Jeongguk lets go of his leg to gently slap his thigh.

“Yeah?” Taehyung smiles. “You’d wanna suck me off right now?”

Harder this time, Jeongguk slaps Taehyung’s thigh more sharply.

Taehyung’s smile widens for a second, “I like that.”

He reaches back and grabs the lube, handing it to Jeongguk.

“Finger me, please?” he asks, and Jeongguk holds back a groan, taking the bottle from him.

With one hand, Jeongguk snaps the cap of the bottle open, using the other to squeeze his own shaft through his pants for a quick second. Taehyung reaches down and wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking himself slowly, keeping himself hard. How much Jeongguk wishes he could talk right now. He shakes his head. How much he wishes he could tell Taehyung how fucking hot it is that he’s touching himself like that. Completely shameless, so stupidly attractive. Gosh.

With a glance toward Seokjin, he sees that Seokjin is getting hard too, his pants a little tented, but Jeongguk doesn’t let himself linger on that, facing Taehyung again instead. He takes the lube bottle and turns it over right above Taehyung’s cock, squeezing and letting cold lube drip onto Taehyung’s tip. It makes Taehyung hiss and his cock twitch.

“You’re really into making me jump, huh?” Taehyung asks with another satisfied smirk, smearing the lube down from his tip over his shaft as Jeongguk pours lube onto his hand. A generous amount of it, wetting his fingers and palm.

It’s not a ‘yes’, Jeongguk isn’t getting off on making Taehyung jump. He’s getting off on making Taehyung smirk like that. But It’s not a ‘no’ either, so Jeongguk slaps Taehyung’s thigh gently anyway.

Taehyung squeezes the base of his shaft, groaning, “I like it too.”

He scoots back, laying his forearm onto the bed, his other hand staying around his cock, and spreads his legs even more, placing his feet on the edge of the mattress. Fully relaxed.

“Yeah, no, I would really want you to suck my dick right now,” Taehyung exhales.

Jeongguk looks at Seokjin again, slowly leaning forward toward Taehyung’s cock. He won’t suck it, of course not, he won’t cheat. He’ll just… tease a bit. A tiny bit. His gut is telling him that Taehyung would be really into it.

“Are you breathing on it?” Taehyung asks. Jeongguk is breathing on Taehyung’s cock, right above it.

Jeongguk smirks at Seokjin’s squinted eyes and raised brow, lets his tongue fall out of his mouth and quickly – lasting no more than a second – Jeongguk licks the tip of Taehyung’s cock. Seokjin’s other eyebrow goes up too, and Jeongguk shrugs, Taehyung’s taste on his tongue.

“Hey,” Taehyung chastises, the corner of his lips up in a clearly satisfied way. “No cheating.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes.

Jeongguk runs the thumb of his dry hand over Taehyung’s tip, tracing the path that he just took with his tongue. It’s nothing, but Taehyung groans anyway, and good god, he’s hot.

Kissing the inside of Taehyung’s thighs, Jeongguk takes his lubed hand and, Taehyung still slowly stroking himself, cups Taehyung’s balls. Doesn’t want to spook him by immediately going for his hole, so only after squeezing Taehyung’s balls gently for a couple seconds does he drag his fingers down Taehyung’s taint to Taehyung’s hole. Taehyung shifts a bit, stretching his thighs to the sides harder for a moment and getting comfortable, humming, stroking.

“How many fingers are you planning on using?” he asks.

Jeongguk doesn’t know how many. As many as Taehyung wants. As many as it’ll take to make him come.

“Three is as far as I’m allowing for fingers as big as yours, both of you,” Taehyung adds, turning his head in Seokjin’s direction and smiling at him. “You don’t have to do three though. Do as many as you want. Might be fun to get milked using just one finger,” he looks at Jeongguk again. “And you’re fun, right?”

Jeongguk slaps Taehyung’s thigh, rubbing Taehyung’s hole with two fingers.

Other than letting go of his cock, sighing, and leaning further back, there’s no reaction from Taehyung to the light touch. Used to it or just not that sensitive, Jeongguk doesn’t know, but for now, Jeongguk likes it. The calm. Just for now though. Can’t have Taehyung be this calm for too long. Need to keep him on his toes, keep him smirking and laughing.

“It’s an interesting dynamic,” Taehyung says, pushing his hair back.

Jeongguk moves his fingers in a circle, trying to see what Taehyung likes better, but that doesn’t really get a reaction either.

“I’m the one with the blindfold on,” he stretches his neck from side to side. “Inherently, that puts me in the more submissive position. Can’t see, less control.”

Wrapping his hand around Taehyung’s shaft and pressing his two fingers more firmly against Taehyung’s hole finally does get a reaction. A groan. A small one.

“But you’re the one on your knees,” Taehyung continues. “Can’t talk. Have to listen to my instructions, do as I say, all the focus on me. Inherently,” he pauses, grinding his hips up, cock shifting in Jeongguk’s grip, “that puts you in the submissive position.”

Jeongguk wants to ask which one he likes better – being in control or not. Instead, he strokes Taehyung’s cock a bit more firmly and takes a look at Seokjin. Seokjin’s eyebrows are furrowed deeply, and his cock is hard. Jeongguk presses his middle finger right to Taehyung’s hole.

“It’s interesting,” Taehyung repeats. “Not a dynamic I’ve experienced before. Unclear who’s in control.”

And as Jeongguk presses his finger into Taehyung, Taehyung groans, leaning his head back, his neck stretching. His hole clenches around Jeongguk’s finger, spasming, adjusting. Tight.

“That’s definitely a bigger finger than what she had,” Taehyung chuckles. “Maybe two should be the max.”

Jeongguk pulls his finger back and slides it back in.

“Nah, you can do three,” Taehyung breathes, smiling.

The approach is simple. Treat this as fucking. Jeongguk is not going to milk Taehyung’s prostate, he’s just going to fuck him with his fingers and jerk him off. Simple. But Jeongguk thinks that simple is the right way to go with this. A good fucking, some teasing, finished off aiming at his prostate, keeping Taehyung engaged with other things, not just his fingers. Maybe Seokjin will prove him wrong about that tomorrow by having an approach that is different. Jeongguk hopes he won’t.

He kisses Taehyung’s inner thigh, jerking him off more tightly, licking a long stripe up his skin.

“Hard to impress someone with just fingering,” Taehyung says, dragging a hand down his own chest, resting it on his lower belly. “Admirable mission.”

He’s right though. With nothing but fingering, it really isn’t that easy, but for now, it’s okay. When things start heating up a bit more, Jeongguk is going to get up again, make better use of his mouth. He twists his finger in circles, side to side, stretching Taehyung’s hole a bit more.

Taehyung hums, “That feels nice.”

Jeongguk wants to ask so many questions. Wants to know more about Taehyung – what he wants right now, what he likes in general. Taehyung seems to like talking about this stuff, he would probably answer these questions, would probably have fun answering them. And Jeongguk is too curious for his own good. It’s so annoying that he can’t ask.

He curls his fingers up, brushing against Taehyung’s prostate just to get him to react, to not have him getting bored. Taehyung hisses, his stomach muscles tightening, his cock twitching in Jeongguk’s grip.

“Yeah,” Taehyung breathes. “You feel like giving me another finger?”

Jeongguk can’t help but smile, pulling his finger out of Taehyung for a moment and grabbing the lube. He slicks his hand up some more, then, putting away the lube, he rubs both of his hands together, getting the lube everywhere. Taehyung is just smiling and waiting above him, his head tilted to the side in curiosity.

The next time Jeongguk’s hand wraps around his shaft and strokes up, there’s a slick sound that resonates all through the room.

“Making me all wet?” Taehyung chuckles.

Jeongguk uses the back of his hand to slap Taehyung’s thigh this time.

“Dripping for you. Are you the one who likes girls too?” Taehyung asks, musing, not expecting an answer. “Come on now. What are you waiting for?” has grinds his hips up.

So, Jeongguk places his ring and middle finger at Taehyung’s hole, his palm facing up, pinky and pointer finger sliding up on either side of Taehyung’s soft balls as Jeongguk pushes in. That finally makes Taehyung moan, leaning his head back and letting out a controlled long breath.

“You made me so slick it barely hurts,” Taehyung says quietly, sounding disappointed. Jeongguk isn’t sure if he’s faking the tone or not.

Getting his fingers all the way in, Jeongguk brushes them up against Taehyung’s prostate again.

Taehyung grunts, “Is that on purpose. Don’t want me to be in pain?”

Jeongguk’s hands are occupied, can’t answer, waits for Taehyung to realize.

Taehyung smiles, “Bite my thigh if you agree, kiss it if you don’t.”

Jeongguk bites Taehyung’s thigh lightly, looking up and fucking smiling.

A sharp exhale to Jeongguk’s side, making both him and Taehyung turn.

Seokjin gulps, closing his eyes for a moment, his grip is tight on his thighs. Maybe Jeongguk is naïve, but this really doesn’t feel like Seokjin purposefully trying to distract him. Seokjin’s lips are slack, eyes look a little less focused. It looks like he’s just… affected. Seeing him like that makes Jeongguk’s cock throb more than having his fingers in Taehyung. It’s just… fuck, it really is just seeing Seokjin lose control that makes Jeongguk react this way. He cannot help it.

“You like watching?” Taehyung asks Seokjin, obviously not getting an answer.

Taehyung places his hand on his own chest, face still turned in Seokjin’s direction. Jeongguk tries to get his attention again by beginning to thrust his fingers in and out, but Taehyung insists on looking towards Seokjin, lightly trailing his fingers up and down his own chest and stomach, his open shirt falling off one of his shoulders.

Taehyung’s hips grind smoothly, down when Jeongguk thrusts up and up when Jeongguk pulls his finger out, making sure Jeongguk’s fingers come almost all the way out and go as deep as they can with every thrust. Then, Taehyung’s fingers tighten around his own nipple, pinching, hissing, his hole clenching on Jeongguk’s fingers, and Jeongguk doesn’t know what’s more distracting, Taehyung’s behavior or Seokjin’s gulp in reaction to it.

“Harder,” Taehyung says, and since he’s still looking at Seokjin, it takes Jeongguk a second to realize that Taehyung is talking to him.

Jeongguk fucks him harder. Thrusts speeding up, no longer jerking him off, just tightening his fingers at the base of Taehyung’s shaft, so hard it makes Taehyung’s breath stutter and a smirk break out across his lips. But Jeongguk isn’t happy that Taehyung isn’t concentrated on him. That definitely doesn’t feel right. Seokjin should not be his focus right now.

“Yeah,” Taehyung says, grinding his hips down harder and moving his fingers from one nipple to pinch the other one.

And that’s it. That’s it. Jeongguk plants a leg on the floor and gets himself up, taking his hand off Taehyung’s cock and bracing it on the bed, the other still thrusting into Taehyung, deep and hard. That gets Taehyung’s attention, his head turning toward Jeongguk again.

Jeongguk leans his thighs against the bed, bracing himself, letting go of the bed to grab Taehyung’s chin with his wet fingers and keep Taehyung’s head turned. Yeah, just like that, lips parted, breathing heavy. If Taehyung’s eyes weren’t covered, Jeongguk would be holding eye contact with him, making sure his attention is exactly where it needs to be.

What he does instead is place his pointer finger at Taehyung’s hole and push it in, not waiting for permission, not giving Taehyung enough time to even think about it, let alone prepare for it, just pressing it in alongside the other two, listening to Taehyung moan and watching the way Seokjin squirms on Namjoon’s bed, gulping once again, licking his lips, his grip tightening and loosening on his own thighs.

It makes Jeongguk smirk. Can’t help it at all. For a second, his gaze meets Seokjin’s wide eyes, and then his focus is back on Taehyung’s satisfied expression. He lets go of Taehyung’s chin and takes Taehyung’s wrist in his hand instead, leading Taehyung’s hand to his own cock. It feels natural. All of it. Leading, moving Taehyung, having both Taehyung and Seokjin enthralled. It feels right. He’s going to win.

Taking the hint, Taehyung wraps his hand around his own shaft and starts stroking, fast and tight, aiming to come, his cock still slick from all the lube that was on Jeongguk’s hand. Jeongguk continues to thrust into Taehyung, grabbing Taehyung’s elbow, the one he’s still braced on, and shoving it to the side, getting Taehyung to fall back onto the bed. A laugh breaks out of Taehyung, followed by a moan, and he expresses absolutely no resistance when Jeongguk places a hand on his chest and keeps him down, pinned to the bed, biting the soft skin right above Taehyung’s knee and fucking him hard.

“Close,” Taehyung pants. “Fuck, so close.”

So, Jeongguk moves his hand and takes Taehyung’s nipple between his fingers, first just pinching, then twisting. His mouth follows, latching onto Taehyung’s other nipple, teeth holding it. Taehyung’s hand is tight and slick and so fucking fast around himself, his abs are clenched, his grunts are deep, and his hole is gripping Jeongguk’s fingers so tightly it almost hurts.

And then, he’s coming, shooting across his chest, some of his come landing on Jeongguk’s arm, another bit of it right under Jeongguk’s chin, and if Jeongguk doesn’t jerk off in the next five minutes, he might actually pass out.

“Oh, my god. Fuck, that was good,” Taehyung is laughing as he comes down from his orgasm. “So good, fuck.”

Jeongguk takes his mouth and hand off Taehyung’s nipples and smiles, continuing to thrust into Taehyung a little more – slower, more gently, not touching his prostate – but still fucking him. Taehyung grunts, long and low, squeezing the base of his still hard shaft. His other hand comes down as well, and he smacks his cock against his palm a few times, tightening around Jeongguk’s fingers and taking the continued stimulation without question.

“God,” he exclaims. “Are we going again?”

Could they? He glances at Seokjin, finds his calm again except for the ridiculous tent in his pants. No, no they couldn’t. They never technically said that they couldn’t make them come more than once. Jeongguk looked at it as a kind of unwritten rule. But, Jeongguk takes in Seokjin’s guarded expression and decided that this is enough. It is. He feels like he did more than enough to win this round.

So, kissing Taehyung’s chest and stomach, Jeongguk begins pulling his fingers out of Taehyung.

“Almost disappointing,” Taehyung lifts himself up onto his forearms, but he’s still smiling.

Fingers out, and Jeongguk starts thinking about the fact that he did not bring anything to clean Taehyung with into this room. Didn’t think that far. It completely went over his head.

“Help me up,” Taehyung says, holding his hand out.

Jeongguk brings his wrist into Taehyung’s reach, not letting Taehyung hold his hand in case he recognizes it. Taehyung grasps it, and when Jeongguk pulls him, Taehyung’s legs fall off the bed and onto the floor, bracing them and standing up, holding himself with his back straight, posture perfect, like he didn’t just have an incredible orgasm. He brushes his hair back off his sweaty forehead, shaking his head quickly, then stretches out his back, his arms lifting, fixing his shirt back into place on both of his shoulders, somehow managing to look put-together despite the shirt being the only thing on him other than his come.

“Did I hit you with my come?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow.

Jeongguk runs the back of his palm under his chin, getting Taehyung’s come off there, and slaps Taehyung’s thigh with his other hand.

“I apologize,” he does not sound apologetic, not with that smirk. “Not very gentleman-like of me.”

He runs his fingers through the come on his own chest, his cock soft, body relaxed, and turns his head in Seokjin’s direction.

“I hope you had fun too,” Taehyung says, and Seokjin’s eyes widen. He turns back to Jeongguk, “Hand me my underwear?”

Looking around, Jeongguk finds Taehyung’s underwear next to his pants on the floor, picks them up and gives them to Taehyung who immediately starts putting them on.

“I’m going to shower,” Taehyung says. “You’re staying here. By the time I’m done, you’re either not here or collected enough for me to see you without guessing who just had his fingers inside me,” he straightens up, and Jeongguk realizes that’s a question, so he slaps Taehyung’s now clothed thigh. “Good,” he smirks, lays a hand on Jeongguk’s chest, leans a bit closer, and says, “you did a good job. Now, lead me to the door.”

Jeongguk does, his wrist held by Taehyung once again, and as he closes the door after Taehyung, Jeongguk lays his forehead onto it and breathes. Fucking whiplash. Acting submissive one second and then fully in control again. Jeongguk needs to come. And so does Seokjin, Jeongguk’s sure of it, so he turns around to look at him.

Nothing. Not a word. Seokjin isn’t even looking at him. It feels like open terrain, this room, too big, not forcing them to sit together on the same bed like being in Jeongguk’s tiny room does. Seokjin’s fingers are still tight on his thighs, his cock is hard, his breathing is obviously controlled right now. Fucking god, Jeongguk needs to jerk off. Seokjin looks off though, somehow not as confident as usual. Startled almost. And despite himself, despite thinking that it’s a good sign, that Seokjin is worried about how well Jeongguk did, Jeongguk worries.

“You okay?” Jeongguk decides to ask, walking back to Taehyung’s bed and sitting on it, facing Seokjin.

Seokjin’s eyes lift up to his, and there’s the confidence again. Whatever hesitation Jeongguk saw not a second ago gone.

“Why?” Seokjin asks, cold. “Are you not?”

“I’m great,” Jeongguk says and shamelessly squeezes his own shaft for a second, closing his eyes.

“God,” Seokjin exclaims quietly, and Jeongguk can’t tell if he’s agitated or if he’s into it.

Jeongguk opens his eyes, keeps his hand where it is, “Why didn’t you sabotage?”

“Don’t need to,” Seokjin says.

Offended, Jeongguk smirks, “Oh, really? Even right now, after watching me with him, you still can’t read him,” he guesses.

Seokjin’s eyes narrow, and Jeongguk fucking knows he’s right.

“No shame in that,” Jeongguk tilts his head. “I still can’t read him either.”

“No ‘either’,” Seokjin says. “I can read him just fine.”

It’s a lie. Jeongguk can fucking tell It’s a lie. Again, he imagines pressing Seokjin to the bed, holding him down with his wrists pinned above his head, making him tell the truth, cock buried deep in him. He squeezes his own cock again. God, he needs to stop thinking about Seokjin like that. These thoughts are getting out of hand.

“Stop that,” Seokjin snaps, looking at Jeongguk’s hand.

“Bothering you?” Jeongguk asks.

“Yes,” Seokjin states without hesitating.

Jeongguk removes his hand from his crotch, bracing it on the bed instead, respecting clearly-set boundaries,

“He’s insanely hot,” Jeongguk changes subjects.

“What?” Seokjin hisses.

“He is,” Jeongguk insists, eyes on Seokjin’s hard-on. “You agree. Anyone with eyes would agree.”

No reply.

“Don’t even need eyes really,” Jeongguk continues, half delirious with the need to jerk off, half with fury, with the need to get Seokjin to fucking react already, to admit that he knows Jeongguk did incredibly well this time. “Just listening to him is enough to know that you’re out of your depth. Jimin’s right, from the little glimpses into himself that Tae allowed, I have a feeling I honestly wouldn’t be able to keep up with a dom like him.”

“A dom?” Seokjin scoffs, taking the bait so fucking predictably. “You really aren’t following.”

“You think so?” Jeongguk asks, feigning innocence.

“He’s not a dom,” Seokjin says, and Jeongguk knows he’s wrong.

Maybe It’s harder to see it from the side. Taehyung must have really looked like he was giving control away. But it didn’t feel like it. Not for one second. Taehyung was holding the reigns the entire time, simply allowing Jeongguk to play with him. It might also be that Seokjin was just too distracted to properly read what he saw in this round. Whatever it is, both options are good for Jeongguk.

“He did enjoy having me toss him around and surprise him,” Jeongguk says and means it. Taehyung did enjoy it. That doesn’t mean he was any less in control though.

“Mmhm,” Seokjin nods. “Not very dom-like.”

“Still,” Jeongguk says. “He had fun.”

Seokjin licks his lips.

“You enjoyed him having fun,” Jeongguk adds, not a question.

Seokjin’s eyes lift up to his.

“So did I,” Jeongguk says and doesn’t touch himself again.

Boundaries are boundaries, and Seokjin explicitly told him that it makes him uncomfortable, so he wouldn’t touch himself. He still desperately wants to.

“What makes him different than Namjoon?” Jeongguk asks, legitimately curious. “Why enjoy Tae but not Namjoon?”

Maybe it’s the dynamics. Jeongguk sees Taehyung as dominant, and Namjoon was dominant too, so Seokjin should theoretically have a similar response to them. But, he supposes, if Seokjin sees Taehyung as a submissive and Namjoon as dominant, he would react differently. He saw Jimin as a submissive as well though. There’s a common factor. That’s why he got hard during Jimin and Taehyung’s round but not Namjoon’s. Seokjin’s a dominant so he enjoys looking at submissives. Wouldn’t enjoy looking at a dom like Namjoon.

Although maybe Jeongguk is completely off. Maybe it’s just a matter of timing. It might be that Seokjin was too stressed the first round to get hard.

“There’s no difference,” Seokjin dismisses, voice too quiet, unconvinced and unconvincing.

Jeongguk pointedly looks at Seokjin’s bulge and raises an eyebrow, “This didn’t happen with Namjoon. There has to be a difference.”

“This doesn’t mean anything,” Seokjin says quickly.

“If there was no difference, you would have been hard during Namjoon’s round too,” Jeongguk says.

A pause, Seokjin’s eyes narrow, “Why do you care?”

And Jeongguk doesn’t really have an answer to that.

He curls his lip, annoyed by everything. All of it. Seokjin dismissing him, before and now. Seokjin winning twice in a row. Seokjin being so composed when Jeongguk can’t keep his chill, before the rounds, after, and during. And now. Still dismissive of Jeongguk, still treating him like he’s less capable, so cold to Jeongguk.

And yeah, Jeongguk does have a fleeting moment of thinking about how this might say more about Seokjin than it does about him, but he’s so annoyed, that thought starts and never reaches any conclusion. He’s really just- reaching his fucking limit. Seokjin’s driving him up the wall.

“I guess I don’t really,” Jeongguk says, wiping under his chin again, trying to clean himself as best as he can.

Seokjin averts his eyes, and Jeongguk can’t tell what he’s thinking. Can’t tell if he’s annoyed, if he’s hurt by Jeongguk dismissing him all of a sudden, if he’s grossed out. Jeongguk wipes his forearm too while he’s at it, trying to get Taehyung’s come off there. He’s going to need to bring something to clean himself with next time as well.

The silence only makes Jeongguk angrier. He can’t help it. Pressure is building up inside him, and he’s so hard, and Seokjin is so agitating. Jeongguk needs to jerk off. In an angry manner. Possibly pushups before that.

“I’m gonna go jerk off,” he spits and stands up.

“Wait,” Seokjin calls, and Jeongguk turns.

For half a second, Jeongguk’s hopeful. For half a second, he thinks Seokjin might apologize, might realize that being so dismissive is hurting Jeongguk more than he’s been willing to admit to himself. For half a second, he feels vulnerable. And then…

“You still look affected,” Seokjin says. “You can’t leave.”

Squaring his jaw, Jeongguk snaps, “You walked around the house with a boner after Jimin’s round, and that was fine. What is it about the way I look right now that is so incriminating? What- are my fingers pruney?” and he leaves.

He regrets leaving as soon as he does it because it’s not like him to run. But he doesn’t feel like having a fucking confrontation right now, and it was either leave or explode somehow. Either explode by getting angry and trying to offend Seokjin too or actually pour out what’s bothering him and leave himself exposed. It was either exposing his feelings or vindictively and angrily pulling his cock out and jerking off right there.

All bad options. He goes into one of the empty bathrooms, washes his hands, washes his forearm, washes his chin, then his face, and then, still motherfucking hard, he walks into his room, locks the door, gets onto his bed on all fours and jerks off like that, clenching the sheets with his hand and thrusting into a spit slick fist, keeping his jaw locked tight and his breathing steady, and every time an image of Seokjin underneath him find its way into his head, he shoves it off and makes himself think about Taehyung.


By the time he comes back out into the living room, he feels calmer. Hoseok and Yoongi are on one couch, drinking beer, Jimin and Namjoon on another, Jimin’s head on Namjoon’s shoulder, and Seokjin is on the third where Jeongguk drops himself as well after grabbing a beer for himself.

A door in the hallway opens just as Jeongguk sits down, and he turns his head to watch Taehyung saunter out, now dressed comfortably in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and make his way over to Jimin who catches him as he falls into his lap.

“Hey,” Jimin smiles.

Taehyung settles with his ass on the couch and his legs across Jimin’s thighs, his bare feet falling onto Namjoon’s thighs, and his arm around Jimin’s neck for balance. Jimin’s arm wraps around Taehyung’s waist. Taehyung smiles, stunning, and cups Jimin’s cheek.

“How did they do?” Jimin asks.

“Better than expected,” Taehyung runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, nuzzling his nose against Jimin’s temple.

“You’re cuddly,” Jimin giggles. “What did they do to you?”

“Afterglow, Jimin-ah, you know me,” Taehyung says. “I like cuddling and making out after having sex.”

Jimin giggles, “So, do you know who went today?”

Taehyung laughs breathily, nuzzling into Jimin’s neck now, but looking at the rest of them.

“Pretty sure it was Kook,” Taehyung says.

Neither Jeongguk nor Seokjin reacts.

“Why?” Jimin asks.

“General attitude,” Taehyung answers. “I might be wrong though.”

“What did you think this round?” Hoseok asks, aiming the question at Seokjin and Jeongguk.

“Can’t tell you,” Seokjin says. “That’ll give the order away.”

“I wish we could talk about it,” Jeongguk adds then widens his eyes. “I wish we could talk during the rounds. Not talking is driving me nuts.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin exhales.

“I don’t know what the fuck your plan is for my round and Yoongi’s honestly,” Hoseok says. “Like, I get not talking, but if you’re gonna be… you know, fully participating, how the hell are you not gonna make noise?”

“Haven’t thought about it yet,” Jeongguk says. “One round at a time.”

“Well, I’ve thought about it,” Taehyung says, brushing his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “There are two options. Either a gag for you or noise-canceling headphones for the Yoongi and Seok.”

“Gags…” Yoongi squints. “Gags don’t fully work though. You can still make sounds and shit.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung says. “So, the gag will only do part of the job, the rest is their self-control. It’s more about… what each of you is comfortable with. There’s a difference between just not making noise and being gagged. And you two might not be okay with being both blindfolded and unable to hear, that’s taking two senses away. Might be too much.”

A moment. Yoongi sighs.

“Yeah,” Yoongi exhales. “One round at a time. I’m still rooting for hyung.”

“Well, if I’m right and Jeongguk was the one whose turn it was today,” Taehyung turns to Seokjin. “You got tough competition.”

A long exhale from Yoongi, “Do not disappoint me, hyung, I beg you.”

Seokjin laughs.


Jeongguk still has the urge to confront Seokjin, he does, but he doesn’t do it. He lies in his bed that night and can’t fall asleep instead. He lies there and doesn’t actively wait for Seokjin to come to him either because he knows that won’t happen. And he wonders how much of this is on him.

It doesn’t feel right to just be mad at Seokjin when Jeongguk was the one pushing Seokjin’s buttons in the first place. Yeah, it still fucking hurts to be dismissed by Seokjin this way, to have Seokjin be so damn sure that Jeongguk is incapable of being better than him at this. But it’s not like Jeongguk isn’t dismissive of him in the same way, it’s not like Jeongguk isn’t disrespectful to him back.

Every time, Seokjin’s anger felt earned. Every time, Jeongguk pushed him and pushed him. Every time but today. Today, it just felt like Seokjin was cold to Jeongguk for no reason. But maybe he just drove Seokjin to this point.

Jeongguk turns onto his stomach and buries his face in the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He kind of didn’t expect such antagonism from Seokjin. Even with pushing him so much. Pushing Seokjin was always… funny. It never led to anything serious.

This feels serious. He thought they were past that. Past underestimating Jeongguk because of his age, past treating each other as rivals, past getting angry at each other over small things. But that’s probably Jeongguk’s fault too. He’s the one who keeps pushing Seokjin. That’s just fact. They were over all of this. Jeongguk is the one who couldn’t handle fucking winning at games without bragging and being an asshole about it. He’s the one who pushed for this competition. He’s the one sabotaging and interrogating and taking everything so seriously.

Why does Jeongguk even care this much? If he’s so confident in his sexual abilities, and he is, why the fuck does he care what Seokjin or the others think? And yet, he does. He frowns, closing his eyes tight. Fuck, he had such a good round today, he did so well, even Taehyung said that, why the fuck is he so down about everything when everything went so perfectly.

They’re here now, and he’s not sure what to do. He thinks about quitting the competition, calling it off, taking the loss, but he can’t make himself do that. He can’t make himself walk it back and not care about the results, not when he still has a chance to turn things around, not before Seokjin finishes off this round, not after Jeongguk did so well. He can’t just quit. But he also feels like he can’t continue in the same way. Not when it’s causing Seokjin and his relationship so much harm.


He’s not going to sabotage Seokjin this round. That’s what he’s decided overnight. That’s the change he’s going to make. No more pushing Seokjin so hard. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to need to sabotage him to win. Seokjin is going to fuck himself over this round anyway with his attitude. There’s no need for Jeongguk to help him lose. All Jeongguk is going to do it be calm, stay confident, and act as the moderator he’s supposed to act as.

It’s probably a mistake to give up his strategy so quickly, but he’s made a decision. As much as he wants to win, as much as everything is screaming at him to win, there’s no logic behind the madness. He doesn’t need their validation on this. He doesn’t. He’s gotten validation from every person he got in bed with, he does not need it from his hyungs. He doesn’t need it from Seokjin.

Validation is not what he’s after. The reason he’s not calling the whole thing off is because: a- he’s not a fucking quitter, and b- retribution is what he’s after. He doesn’t need any apologies from Seokjin, he wants Seokjin to see that he was wrong to doubt Jeongguk, that he was wrong to underestimate him. Jeongguk wants to win fair and square, an evaluation of skill rather than sabotage. And if he loses, then he loses, and he’s going to take it like the mature man that he is, and he doesn’t care because he does not need the validation.

He’s not going to push Seokjin anymore. Not going to give him any reason to be mad. Any antagonism from Seokjin from this point on is going to be on Seokjin himself. Jeongguk is not going to blame himself for it. Not fully at least. He can’t undo what he’s already done, but he won’t add to it.

This decision feels right. He feels calm throughout the day, not nervous, not giddy, not determined. Just calm. Focused on practicing and recording but not on the competition. Seokjin, on the other hand, looks a little tired, bags under his eyes, like he didn’t sleep too well.

Jeongguk gets it. If Seokjin is as lost about what to do this round with Taehyung as Jeongguk thinks he is, then he would be nervous if he were Seokjin too. He can’t be sure though, and he doesn’t ask Seokjin, has a feeling that if Seokjin’s tiredness has anything to do with the competition or Jeongguk, Jeongguk wouldn’t be the one Seokjin would want to talk to about it.

He does keep an eye on Seokjin though, watching him throughout the day, making sure that he still acts like his weird self. Seokjin does. He goofs when it’s right, and he’s focused when it’s right, but Jeongguk still sees that it’s not completely right. Seokjin’s smile falls too quickly, and he makes fewer mistakes dancing than usual which means he’s… too concentrated, not having as much fun, not enjoying the music itself as much. He looks distant.

As much as Jeongguk tells himself that he shouldn’t, that Seokjin doesn’t want to talk to him, because Seokjin keeps acting weird, Jeongguk ends up going to Seokjin anyway. That feels like it would be the right thing too.

“You okay?” Jeongguk finds a moment alone with Seokjin in the kitchen.

They finished working a little earlier today. It’s about six o’clock, still far from their allocated competition hour. Jeongguk has no ill intent in coming to Seokjin right now. None. He’s not here to sabotage, he’s not here to pick Seokjin’s brain about the competition. He’s honestly just concerned, he’s coming to check on Seokjin the same way that he would have at any other time before all this mess started, and he hopes that’ll come through.

Seokjin’s eyebrows furrow in suspicion. Jeongguk doesn’t blame him for it.

“I’m fine,” Seokjin takes a sip of the tea he’s just made, leaning back against the counter. “Why are you asking?”

Jeongguk shrugs, “You just look a little off today.”

“I’m fine,” Seokjin repeats, still suspicious.

They’re quiet for a second.

“Did you want something?” Seokjin asks.

Jeongguk blinks, “Uh… no. Just to… make sure that everything’s fine.”

Seokjin’s eyes squint. Jeongguk supposes his good intentions are not coming through. God, he shouldn’t have gone to him.

“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks, straightening up.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk dismisses too quickly, not thinking about it, not even considering telling Seokjin about his thoughts and concerns.

“Is this about tonight?” Seokjin asks. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Um…” Jeongguk gulps. Yes and no. “No,” yes. “It’s whatever, I just… you looked off, so I wanted to make sure you were fine.”

Another pause.

“I’m fine,” Seokjin repeats again.

One more pause.

“Are you trying to get in my head?” Seokjin asks suddenly.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, catching Seokjin’s immediately, “No! I’m…” concerned, worried about Seokjin because of his behavior, and he’s more worried about their friendship than he’s allowing himself to admit, but he can’t tell Seokjin that, it feels like too much to tell Seokjin that, so what the fuck does he do?

“Okay,” Seokjin says carefully.

“Whatever,” Jeongguk murmurs, turns around, and escapes again.

He tried.


It’s two minutes to ten, Jeongguk has his hand on his room’s doorknob, and he can’t make himself go out into the living room. He’s been stuck holding this stupid doorknob for probably a whole minute at this point, listening to the rest of the members open and close doors in the hallway, getting together in the living room. He’s not sure who’s there already. Maybe they all are. Maybe they’re just waiting for him at this point.

He can’t even pinpoint why he’s so stuck. There’s nothing he needs to do tonight other than sit and watch. Nothing. And yet, it feels like fucking everything hangs in the balance. He did his best yesterday. And he did well. There’s nothing he can change. It’s all on Seokjin’s performance tonight. And the entire competition is on the line.

It feels like his and Seokjin’s friendship is a little on the line too. Their friendship won’t be ruined, they won’t stop being friends over this, but this will change the dynamic between the two of them drastically. If Seokjin wins tonight, he’s going to get so bigheaded. To an extent, it’ll legitimize his underestimation of Jeongguk. Not a single round won. It might make him look down on Jeongguk more than he ever has. And if he does that, it’ll make Jeongguk angry. No effort to calm himself will be enough if Seokjin decides to act all superior all of a sudden. Jeongguk knows himself, he’ll get angry and defensive and snappy, and Seokjin will snap right back because the two of them are exactly the same.

Deep breath. Jeongguk has to win tonight. He has to. And it has to happen without him interfering. So, there’s nothing he can do, and that inability to do anything might just drive him mad. He opens the door.

Everyone’s there.

On the couches with beers and the TV on. Taehyung is the only one standing, this time wearing a grey dress shirt and black dress pants, the satin red blindfold wrapped around the back of his neck like a scarf, drinking water from a glass. His eyes fall on Jeongguk, and he looks so fucking handsome, and Jeongguk doesn’t care whatsoever.

The corner of Taehyung’s mouth lifts into a smirk.

“Any concerns about tonight?” Taehyung asks.

“Nope,” Jeongguk answers, straightening his back.

Seokjin stands up and walks over to Jeongguk.

Jimin’s eyes narrow, and Jeongguk thinks that it’s probably noticeable that his attitude has changed.

Seokjin is looking at him a bit suspiciously too.

“Alright,” Taehyung says, walking around the kitchen island toward the two of them.

He brushes up against Seokjin’s side as he passes him, smoothly lifting his hand and grazing his fingers under Seokjin’s jaw, Seokjin’s head moving with them. And when Taehyung’s fingers drop away, Seokjin starts walking after him.

Jeongguk is the one to lock the door behind them.

“Well, there’s a bit less tension tonight, I think,” Taehyung says, sitting down at the foot of his bed. “But something feels different.”

Seokjin and Jeongguk glance at one another.

“Okay, maybe I’m wrong,” Taehyung adds. “Maybe there is tension.”

“Do you feel good?” Jeongguk asks, walking toward Taehyung with Seokjin right behind him.

“I feel wonderful,” Taehyung answers, standing up.

“That’s all that matters,” Jeongguk shrugs.

“No,” Taehyung disagrees. “Consent goes both ways.”

“Well, I feel good too,” Jeongguk says, his voice coming our flirtier than he feels. He looks at Seokjin.

Seokjin’s eyebrows lift like he’s surprised, “I’m fine,” he exclaims.

How many times has he said ‘I'm fine’ today?

“What’s our safeword, you stubborn dumbasses?” Taehyung asks all of a sudden.

Jeongguk blinks at him.

“Purple,” Seokjin answers.

“Use it if you feel like you need a break from this,” Taehyung states, no place for arguments.

He wraps the blindfold around his eyes, tying it behind his head. Seokjin flinches.

Taehyung seems more tense than yesterday. Jeongguk supposes that’s good for his chances of winning. Turning his head, he looks at Seokjin and finds him frowning, his eyes closed. He watches, fascinated, as Seokjin takes a long, deep breath through his nose, his facial features smoothing out, then exhales through his mouth just as slowly, and when he opens his eyes, he’s a different person – completely calm, in control, nothing in his eyes other than confidence. Just like that. Mask on.

“My god,” Jeongguk whispers, looking at him, vaguely terrified. There’s no way in the world Jeongguk could ever do what Seokjin just did. And he’s not sure he wants to have that ability.

Seokjin looks at him, and Jeongguk expects Seokjin to full-on smirk, but he doesn’t. The two of them just hold eye contact as Taehyung finishes settling the blindfold over his eyes, and it is so fucking weird. And so tense.

They place their hands on Taehyung’s hips, eye contact breaking, and spin him.

Jeongguk sits on Namjoon’s bed, crossing his legs and getting comfortable. He takes a deep breath, reminds himself that there’s nothing he can do, nothing that he’s going to do. Relaxed. In control of his own mind. He’s fine.

“Can’t tell who’s in front of me,” Taehyung says.

He doesn’t try to sit back this time, stays standing, waiting for Seokjin to make the first move. Seokjin does, gently placing his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders, then dragging them down Taehyung’s arms and up, up his stomach, over his chest, touching, caressing. Taehyung smiles.

“Wonder what your approach is going to be,” he says as Seokjin begins unbuttoning his shirt. “How you’ll make yourself stand out.”

Seokjin exhales sharply, a laugh. It makes Taehyung smirk.

“What?” Taehyung asks, laughter in his voice. “That confident?”

Seokjin lets go of his shirt and slaps his thigh softly.

“Alright then,” Taehyung keeps smiling. “Now, I’m not so sure who’s going this round.”

First moment to make an impression. Jeongguk sure as shit made himself stand out by shoving Taehyung to the bed yesterday. Seokjin drops to his knees instead, unzipping Taehyung’s pants.

Jeongguk frowns. Change of tactics? Seokjin’s going to be more submissive with him? That’s not good.

Taehyung’s smile is languid, satisfied. Jeongguk can tell that he likes having someone on their knees in front of him. It’s hot. Really hot. Jeongguk is entirely unaffected.

No beating around the bush. Seokjin shoves Taehyung’s pants down to his ankles then grasps the waistband of Taehyung’s underwear, lowering it slightly and pausing.

“Go ahead,” Taehyung says, and his underwear comes down next.

He’s fully soft, entirely unashamed, and stunning. And Jeongguk barely reacts. Barely cares. What the fuck is going on with him? How is Jeongguk not getting hard yet? Nerves. Has to be. He’s too nervous. He exhales deeply.

Seokjin doesn’t touch Taehyung’s cock, going back to caressing him, brushing his hands over Taehyung’s thighs, calves, and hips, slipping under his shirt. It makes Taehyung hum. Jeongguk closes his eyes for a second. Yeah, he’s too nervous. God.

When he opens his eyes, he catches Seokjin glancing at him and has to pause. It’s weird. A moment that stands out to Jeongguk. Seokjin has been avoiding looking at him as if it was law every round up till now. Jeongguk had to do so much to get Seokjin to look at him during Jimin’s round. This might have been just a short glance, yeah, but it was still weird. An anomaly.

It’s not long before Taehyung starts getting a little hard, his cock twitching. There’s less smiling this round with Seokjin, more… relaxation. That’s good for Jeongguk, he thinks. Smiling means having fun, having fun is what Taehyung asked for, less smiling means Seokjin has picked the wrong approach. Maybe. Hopefully. God, Jeongguk wants to do pushups.

Seokjin wraps a hand around Taehyung’s cock and strokes it a couple times, getting him harder, and honestly, Jeongguk is too impatient for this. He takes another deep breath. They’ve barely started, and Jeongguk already wants it to be over. Wants to hear the results right now. It feels like fucking forever until Seokjin lets Taehyung’s cock go, stands up, and pushes him to the bed. At this, Taehyung does smile, letting himself fall onto the sheets, braced on his elbows, kicking his pants and underwear off, spreading his legs and relaxing again.

Now, Seokjin really gets to work. He grabs Taehyung’s chin in his hand and presses hard, shoving Taehyung flat onto the sheets and sliding his hand down to wrap around Taehyung’s throat.

“Oh,” Taehyung breathes, smirk on his lips.

It doesn’t look like Seokjin is applying any pressure on Taehyung’s neck, but the threat of it is there. Choking? Is that something that Seokjin is into? He lets go of Taehyung’s neck as he leans over him, bracing himself on the bed with one hand and using the other to unbutton his shirt, kissing Taehyung’s clavicles then chest as he undresses him, running his tongue over Taehyung’s nipple.

And okay, there we go, Jeongguk is starting to get hard. All is right with the world. And then Seokjin glances at Jeongguk again, and Jeongguk doesn’t know what the fuck is happening. This is twice now. Seokjin seems concentrated. Seems like he’s got everything under control. Why the hell is he looking at Jeongguk? Is he expecting Jeongguk to be doing something worthy of seeing? Is he expecting Jeongguk to sabotage again? But if he’s expecting that, shouldn’t he not be looking?

He shoves Taehyung’s shirt to the sides, and Taehyung lifts his back off the bed, wiggling out of it and tossing it away. When he lies back down, Seokjin places his hand at the base of Taehyung’s neck again, not choking, just holding him down, his other hand grabbing Taehyung’s thigh and pushing it up, moving his mouth back to Taehyung’s nipple. Taehyung’s smile stays firm on his lips, and it’s making Jeongguk nervous. There’s a chance Jeongguk could have been wrong. Maybe Taehyung does want to be dominated.

But no. No, Jeongguk wasn’t wrong. He felt it. He knows how in control Taehyung is. Taehyung’s just enjoying being played with. Enjoying Seokjin ‘being himself’ and having fun. Except Jeongguk still doesn’t know if this really is who Seokjin is. If he honestly is having fun or not. He wonders if Seokjin’s behavior feels genuine to Taehyung. He’s going to ask Taehyung about it after.

Seokjin lets go of Taehyung’s nipple and takes his hand off Taehyung’s neck as well, kissing slowly down Taehyung’s chest and stomach, not touching Taehyung’s cock but kissing his groin around it – the place where his hip meets his thigh, the inside of his thigh. And then, he’s on his knees in front of Taehyung, lifting Taehyung’s other leg into the air.

“Standing out so far,” Taehyung assesses, blindly patting the bed until his hand finds the lube, grabbing it and handing it to Seokjin.

Seokjin takes it from him, and Taehyung pushes himself up onto his elbows as if to look down at Seokjin, shaking his head quickly, his curls bouncing.

“I wonder,” he muses as Seokjin opens the lube bottle. “Have either of you jerked off during any of the rounds? Or just after?”

Seokjin glances at Jeongguk again. They haven’t really. The worst it’s gotten was Jeongguk palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure. Well, that and Jeongguk pulling his dick out at the end of Jimin’s round. But that wasn’t to jerk off so it doesn’t count.

“Must be difficult,” Taehyung continues, tone teasing. “Sitting there with your dicks hard and not touching. Or maybe you are touching, I can’t know.”

Seokjin squeezes lube onto his palm and fingers, covering his hand with it then wrapping that hand around Taehyung’s shaft.

Taehyung hisses, “I don’t know if the two of you set that boundary for yourselves. But, for your general knowledge… I’d be okay with you jerking off to this. Both of you. Though I suppose one of you would be too busy for that.”

He turns his head in Jeongguk’s general direction as Seokjin strokes his cock, can’t tell exactly where Jeongguk is so long as Jeongguk doesn’t make any noise, but he smirks anyway, clearly aiming it at Jeongguk.

“Feel free,” Taehyung says, smirking. “And let me know somehow if you do. More fun for me.”

An exhibitionist like Jimin then.

Seokjin is hard. Already. It makes Jeongguk’s heart rate speed up.

Jeongguk considers it, watching Seokjin move his hand off Taehyung’s cock down to Taehyung’s hole, gently rubbing it. No, Seokjin and Jeongguk haven’t explicitly set any rules about jerking off during these rounds, but Jeongguk wouldn’t do it. It’s another unwritten rule. Seokjin and Jeongguk aren’t getting off to this competition. Except that they are. Or at least Jeongguk is. He can’t know for sure if Seokjin is jerking off after these rounds or not. But they don’t get off in front of each other. That’s the unwritten rule. On top of that, Seokjin told Jeongguk last round that Jeongguk touching himself, even just through his pants, made him uncomfortable. So, maybe the rule is actually written.

It wouldn’t bother Jeongguk to jerk off right now, he doesn’t think. He’s not doing anything, and this is hot as fuck. He’s doing it right after anyway, so what difference would it make? He would say he’s bothered by the thought of Seokjin seeing him do it, but Seokjin is busy, he can’t sit there and watch Jeongguk, so it’s not like it’ll really be a bother. It would be a great way of distracting Seokjin actually, sabotaging him, but Jeongguk isn’t doing that. So… no. No, he’s not going to jerk off.

When Seokjin finally presses a finger into Taehyung, Taehyung letting out a deep grunt in response, Jeongguk finds himself looking at Seokjin’s expression more than Taehyung’s hole.

The concentration is insane. Seokjin is so in it. But he’s not into it. Not like Jeongguk was into it yesterday. Seokjin is not having fun. He’s competing, not playing. It worked for him both of the previous rounds, but Jeongguk doesn’t think it’ll work this time. Taehyung explicitly said he would feel that if it happened. Jeongguk wonders he can actually tell. If he can, Jeongguk wins.

Jeongguk thinks he might be getting better at reading Seokjin as well. The fact that Jeongguk is so sure that Seokjin isn’t into this is already something. He can’t say what Seokjin is into, but this isn’t it. Whether the ‘this’ that he’s not into is the competition or Taehyung or what he’s doing to Taehyung is already too much for Jeongguk to decipher. It’s not Taehyung that he’s not into though. He was very into Taehyung last night. It’s either the competition that he’s not into, or he’s not into what he’s doing to Taehyung. Either option is plausible.

Seokjin fingers Taehyung with precision – deep, steady, keeping up a perfect rhythm, kissing his thighs and gently rolling Taehyung’s balls in his other hand. And Taehyung, for his part, looks like he’s enjoying it. His head is leaned back, his toes are curling, he’s moaning, and he is smiling. It’s not a big smile. It’s not an amused smile. It’s a ‘this feels good and relaxing’ smile. And maybe that’s better than the smirk from yesterday.

“Feels nice,” Taehyung breathes.

Seokjin looks at Jeongguk again, and this time, Jeongguk raises an eyebrow at him. Three times now? More? What’s Seokjin looking for? Seokjin turns away, and suddenly, Taehyung’s body twitches, and he gasps, his smile widening. He twitches again. And again.

“Oh, shit,” he says, rounding his lips and exhaling slowly, calming himself.

His hips start rolling with Seokjin’s thrusts, but Seokjin lets go of his balls and presses down on Taehyung’s hip, holding him in place. Taehyung lets him, then hisses again, his abs contracting and expanding.

“You’re really not letting up on that,” Taehyung laughs.

Jeongguk frowns, confused.

“Oh, fuck, you took the milking idea seriously, didn’t you?” Taehyung laughs again, his hips twitching under Seokjin’s hold, but Seokjin keeps him down.

Ah. Prostate milking is the strategy. Somehow… Jeongguk’s not that impressed. It makes him smile. Can’t help it. Unoriginal. Taehyung’s going to note that. Should feel good though. Taehyung did put that out there as a ‘fun’ option. Safe bet on Seokjin’s part. Question is will it work in his favor.

He looks at Jeongguk again, catches Jeongguk smiling, looks away and re-concentrates, focusing on Taehyung and fucking him a little harder. He’s all over the place, and of all fucking things, that’s what Jeongguk finds the hottest.

Seokjin is not really in control today, is he? Frowning and having to shake himself off before the round started, looking at Jeongguk all the time, having to refocus. He’s distracted. The mask isn’t as firmly on. Jeongguk’s going to win. And Seokjin losing control is the most attractive thing in the fucking world.

He wants to push Seokjin. Wants to see what Seokjin will do if Jeongguk takes his dick out right now, when Seokjin is already having trouble controlling himself. This isn’t Seokjin. Whatever this is. Whatever Seokjin is trying to appear as today, it isn’t him, and Jeongguk gets a little harder at the thought of pressing Seokjin down into the sheets by his neck and making him confess exactly what he likes in bed. He shakes himself off.

When Seokjin licks one of Taehyung’s balls and Taehyung asks “Is that against the rules?” Jeongguk doesn’t actually care if it is. If Jeongguk can bend the rules, why shouldn’t Seokjin be allowed to as well?

He lets Seokjin suck on Taehyung’s balls, wondering if Seokjin’s doing it because he likes it or because he thinks Taehyung likes it. He thinks Seokjin might legitimately like it, considering how many times he’s done it. Maybe Seokjin’s balls are sensitive. He probably likes it when his partners pay attention to them. Regardless, it’s fucking hot, and Jeongguk should probably call Seokjin out on really pushing what’s allowed and what isn’t this round, but he doesn’t.

It feels good. The confidence coming back feels right.

Seokjin slides another finger into Taehyung, and Taehyung gasps. Taehyung’s getting close, Jeongguk can see that in the way his body moves, and the thought of getting closer to getting the results makes Jeongguk’s heart race. He’s ready. He wants to know.

The constant pressure on his prostate makes Taehyung squirm, his breathing all shaky, his brows furrowed. He goes back and forth between smiling and not, looks a little overwhelmed actually, taking his own nipple between his fingers and squeezing, grunting. Seokjin doesn’t let him do that for long though, getting up and wrapping his lips around Taehyung’s nipple instead, continuing to steadily finger him.

When Taehyung reaches for his own cock to jerk himself off, Seokjin doesn’t let him do that either, swatting his hand away lightly and wrapping his own fingers around Taehyung’s shaft instead.

“Close,” Taehyung exhales, breathing heavily, squirming again, his back arching.

He pinches the nipple that Seokjin doesn’t have held between his teeth.

“Fuck,” Taehyung exclaims. “Harder.”

So, Seokjin fucks him harder, fingers going just as deep, stroking just as steady. Taehyung’s breathing speeds up, his toes curl, Jeongguk’s cock throbs from watching, the need to jerk off and come finally getting to him too, but then – abruptly – Seokjin stops stroking Taehyung, fingers tightening around the base of Taehyung’s shaft.

Taehyung pants then starts laughing breathily.

Seokjin smiles, and it’s genuine.

“Fuck you,” Taehyung says, and his smile is genuine too.

Jeongguk cups his hard cock through his pants, Seokjin sees him doing it, still smiling, but then his smile falls, and he gulps instead, catching Jeongguk’s gaze. Worried both that he’s making Seokjin uncomfortable again and that Seokjin might think Jeongguk’s trying to sabotage him, Jeongguk lets himself go, placing his hands firmly on the sheets.

Once again, building up speed, strokes firm, thrusts steady. Taehyung is ready for the edging this time, his breathing controlled, his fingers tight in the sheets and around his nipple. Pulling back, Seokjin falls onto his knees. He stops thrusting, leaving his fingers deep inside Taehyung and curling them, and Jeongguk can imagine the motion of his fingers in there, the drag over Taehyung’s prostate.

Seokjin leans forward, and for a moment, Jeongguk thinks Seokjin is going to wrap his lips around Taehyung’s cock, but he only presses his cheek against it, nuzzling it, his eyes open and up on Taehyung, Then, he tightens his grip on the base of Taehyung’s shaft and slaps Taehyung’s cock against his cheek – hard – Taehyung’s elbows give out, falling flat on his back, whimpering.

“Yes,” he smiles wide. “Fuck, yes, do that again. Harder.”

Harder slap – one, two, three, Seokjin’s cheek turning pink with it, and Jeongguk wants to slap his cock against Seokjin’s face like that too. He squeezes himself again. Seokjin isn’t looking at him anyway.

“Getting close,” Taehyung says, his smirk shaky. “You gonna edge me again?”

Seokjin doesn’t answer. Hands busy.

“Kiss for no,” Taehyung almost growls. “Bite for yes.”

But he gets no answer. Seokjin is watching him, fucking him, and slaps Taehyung’s cock against his cheek one more time. Taehyung bites his lower lip, looking like he’s holding back laughter, and thrusts his hips down hard. Rebellious. Wanting and not getting.

“Edge me again,” Taehyung instructs, voice strained, thrusting down. Seokjin doesn’t have any hands available to stop him from doing it.

He does as Taehyung says, stroking him, hard and fucking fast, obviously attempting to get him to come. It takes no time for Taehyung’s body to start tightening again, and Jeongguk watches, rapt, the way that Taehyung’s toes curl, his thighs squeeze, his fingers tighten in the sheets, biceps straining, breathing as shaky as his smile, unsure of whether he will be allowed to come or not.

When Seokjin abruptly stops stroking him again, the reaction isn’t as strong. Taehyung’s body sags, and his laugh sounds a bit tired. Jeongguk exhales slowly. He wouldn’t mind Seokjin edging him. Or himself edging Seokjin. God, he seriously needs to stop thinking this way about him.

And, Seokjin starts up again. He seems to have taken into account the fact that Taehyung looks more tired now, slowing his pace, keeping his thrusts shallow. Jeongguk doesn’t think there’ll be a third edging. Doesn’t think Taehyung or Seokjin will be into it, which would render it pointless.

“Hmm,” Taehyung moans softly. “Lick my balls again?”

He sighs when Seokjin takes his balls into his mouth.

When he comes, it’s with a whimper, his body twitching over and over and over again. His smile is soft. There’s sweat on his forehead. His hands reach forward like he wants to touch Seokjin’s hair, but he remembers himself and puts them back down.

“Shit,” he whispers, letting out a breathy laugh. “Tired me out a little.”

Seokjin kisses his inner thigh, letting go of Taehyung’s cock. Immediately, Taehyung wraps his own fingers around his shaft, squeezing it hard on an upstroke, hissing, another drop of come gathering at his tip. Jeongguk has the sudden urge to lick it off. Then, right away, he wants to see Seokjin lick it off. Wants to lick it off with him. What the fuck. Enough.

“Move closer to my dick again?” Taehyung asks.

Seokjin rubs his cheek against it again.

“Hold still,” Taehyung smirks and slaps his cock against Seokjin’s cheek.

Seokjin gulps. Jeongguk thinks Seokjin likes it.

Another slap. Another gulp.  

“Forgive me, but I choose to stay in here today,” Taehyung says, voice back to normal, assertive even. “Fingers. Out. Then you two. Also out,” he squeezes his shaft one more time then lets it go.

Jeongguk shakes his head at Seokjin’s puzzled expression as he moves away and pulls his fingers out of Taehyung. Yup, the switch happening yet again. Taehyung will play submissive all he wants if that’s what they want from him, but he isn’t actually submissive. Is Seokjin really just getting it now? Is that why the confused look? Or is Jeongguk missing something?

When Seokjin kisses Taehyung’s thigh, his fingers now out, Taehyung’s smile is one of amusement rather than satisfaction or fun. At least Jeongguk thinks that way. He knows he’s going to win. Can feel it in his gut.

Before they leave, Taehyung says, “I’ll take the hour, shower, get dressed, but I don’t need an hour. The choice is easy,” getting up onto his forearms and shaking himself off.

Seokjin glances at Jeongguk for a moment as they walk to the end of the hallway to Jeongguk’s room, and there’s actual concern on Seokjin’s face. He knows he lost, and Jeongguk is desperately trying to not let it get to his head.

Jeongguk doesn’t say a word when they close the door to his room behind them. Doesn’t feel the need to speak. Can’t tell if the tension between them is real or if it’s just his own nerves and excitement. Seokjin doesn’t say anything either. Both of them stay standing, and the room being so small means that they’re too close to one another. One of them should sit and scoot back on the bed to place some space between them. Neither of them does it. The silence feels worse than dissing and being angry at each other.

He waits another few moments.

Seokjin’s cheek is pink from the slapping. Jeongguk wants to place his hand on it, feel if it’s warmer than the other one.

“Not gonna say anything?” Jeongguk asks.

“Are you?” Seokjin shoots back.

“Feel like I did better than you,” Jeongguk says honestly then gives some leeway. “But then again, I felt that way both of the previous rounds as well,” it still feels like this is the most confident he’s been about winning in this competition though.

Seokjin’s smile is so brief Jeongguk almost misses it. He leans back against the door, and Jeongguk watches his cock, hard in his pants, wondering if he’s the only one suddenly plagued by images of having sex with Seokjin or if Seokjin is thinking about him too.

“What do you think?” Jeongguk prompts. Doesn’t want silence. Doesn’t want Seokjin mad at him, pulling away from him. Does want to win. Desperately so.

“I think you have a chance of winning this time,” Seokjin says, looking up at the ceiling. His eyebrows furrow for a second.

“Thank you for the honesty,” Jeongguk says, legitimately not expecting it, for once, not feeling underestimated. His heart squeezes in his chest. Wow, he didn’t expect that.

“You didn’t sabotage,” Seokjin says, eyes still up.

“Didn’t want to,” Jeongguk makes sure his voice stays steady.

“Why?” Seokjin asks.

“Were you expecting it?” Jeongguk counters.

“Yes,” Seokjin answers.

“That why you kept looking at me?” Jeongguk asks.

He hesitates for a second, “Yes.”

Jeongguk lets it pass. Seokjin doesn’t look too great. There’s a chance he might be a worse loser than Jeongguk.

“Why didn’t you?” Seokjin insists.

“Wanted to win fairly,” Jeongguk answers. “Based on skill, not competing strategies.”

“You didn’t feel that way last time,” Seokjin says.

“Changed my mind,” Jeongguk says.

“Why?” Seokjin asks again.

“Decided that winning through sabotage won’t be the kind of win that I want,” Jeongguk says. “Decided it was more important for me to win fairly than just to win.”

Seokjin licks his lips, nodding. He looks down, eyes passing Jeongguk’s face and settling on Jeongguk’s cock, still hard too. There’s no way Seokjin doesn’t think about Jeongguk sexually too. No way.

“No snarky comments?” Jeongguk asks.

Seokjin huffs out a laugh.

Jeongguk licks his lips, “Worried about losing?”

“No,” Seokjin says. “I’m in the lead regardless.”

“You are worried about it,” Jeongguk insists, taking a step closer to him.

They’re a little less than an arm’s length apart.

“Sore loser?” Jeongguk asks.

Seokjin’s eyes raise to his, and he shakes his head.

“Then why are you worried?” Jeongguk asks.

“Who said that I am?” Seokjin asks.

“I did,” Jeongguk answers, then, before overthinking it- “You look like you already lost. And though I appreciate the compliment, I don’t like you looking so concerned.”

“Get off your high horse,” Seokjin snaps suddenly. “I’m not concerned about shit.”

He’s not sure if he prefers this – angry Seokjin – over the nervous Seokjin. In a way, he does. Angry Seokjin is easier to respond to.

Jeongguk takes another step closer, crowding him, pulled to him, chests close but not touching, lifting his chin up high. Seokjin does the same. Their eyes meet. Electric.

“You’re being a dick,” Jeongguk says calmly.

I’m being a dick?!” actual outrage.

“Yes,” Jeongguk insists. “I’m trying to be nice. Compassionate. I got why you were pissed at me all the other times, but right now, you’re being a dick for no reason,” Jeongguk ignores the voice in his head that insists that there is a reason for it, that he’s wound Seokjin up, and Seokjin is just fed up with him. “I did nothing to deserve your anger this time.”

Seokjin doesn’t respond to that. His gaze lowers.

It makes him look small, and Jeongguk can’t take it.

“What is it?” Jeongguk hisses, insisting. “I can see that something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong,” Seokjin looks up again, his defiant eyes meeting Jeongguk’s again.

“Why are you lying?” Jeongguk asks, his voice coming out a bit desperate.

Seokjin’s eyes turn angry, “Suddenly you care?”

“I always care about you,” Jeongguk whispers, almost too honest, getting angry too.  

Seokjin gulps, glancing away before meeting Jeongguk’s gaze again.

“This competition doesn’t change that,” Jeongguk says.

“I know,” Seokjin says quickly, looking away again. “I’m sorry for implying it.”

Jeongguk exhales. They’re standing too close. He doesn’t move away.

Maybe he cares about Seokjin more than even he gives himself credit for, considering that it’s enough to see Seokjin this way for Jeongguk to think about quitting the competition again. He won’t though. He won’t. But the mere fact that he’s considering it – again – is so not him.

When Seokjin’s eyes meet his one more time, there’s something else in them. Not anger. Not anymore. It looks like desperation, but Jeongguk isn’t sure.

Jeongguk’s still hard. He wants to look down and check whether Seokjin is too but doesn’t. Can’t break eye contact first.

They’re silent, just looking into each other’s eyes, and Jeongguk suddenly doesn’t know if he wants to hug Seokjin or kiss him. He frowns.

“What?” Seokjin whispers.

“Are you enjoying any of this?” Jeongguk asks quietly, needing to know.

Seokjin blinks, his mouth opening, “Yes and no.”

“Which parts yes and which parts no?” Jeongguk asks.

“You answer that first,” Seokjin says.

Jeongguk wants to argue. Doesn’t, “I’m enjoying the competitiveness. Not enjoying losing. Enjoying making them feel good. Not particularly loving that it’s them, but I’m good at detaching from that in this context. Enjoying playing with sex like this,” Not enjoying the anxiousness between him and Seokjin. “Now you.”

“Not enjoying that it’s them,” Seokjin says after a moment. “It still feels strange to me, but I’m getting better at handling it. Enjoying winning.”

“What else?” Jeongguk asks when Seokjin stops talking.

No answer.

“So just winning?” Jeongguk asks. “That’s all you get out of this?”

“To an extent, I’m enjoying the sexual freedom that everyone is showing,” Seokjin adds. “Didn’t expect to enjoy it, but I am.”

Jeongguk nods, “We’re gonna be orgasming with them next round.”

“Don’t have to,” Seokjin says.

“You think you won’t?” Jeongguk asks.

Seokjin shrugs, “If they come before me, I don’t have to.”

“Do you not want to?” Jeongguk asks, allowing himself to glance down at Seokjin’s crotch, surprised to see him still hard. He looks up again.

“Haven’t decided,” Seokjin answers.

“Have you been jerking off to this?” Jeongguk asks, bold. “After these rounds?”

“You can’t expect me to answer that,” Seokjin says.

“You know that I have been,” Jeongguk counters. “I’m not embarrassed about it.”

“Jerking off to your hyungs is not embarrassing?” Seokjin asks.

“Not in this context,” Jeongguk answers. “Have you?”

A pause.

A single nod.

Jeongguk gulps, wants to watch Seokjin jerk off. Deep breath.

“One to ten?” Seokjin asks.

“Your cheek is still pink,” Jeongguk says.

Seokjin blushes, reaching up to cup his own cheek, “Sensitive skin.”

“Did you enjoy that?” Jeongguk asks. “The slapping.”

Seokjin’s hand falls, “I’m not gonna answer that.”

“Fair,” Jeongguk licks his lips.

Tension starts building again now. Uncomfortable tension.

Jeongguk looks down but doesn’t step away. Seokjin doesn’t ask him to. He’s not going soft. Neither of them is.

“How much do you wanna win this one?” Seokjin asks.

Jeongguk laughs breathily, “A lot.”

Seokjin laughs too.

Jeongguk looks up at him, “Like- a lot.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin laughs again.

“Feels earned,” Jeongguk says.

Another laugh, “Really? You didn’t seem to be working as hard for it this time.”

“Right,” Jeongguk says, hoping Seokjin will add something to this line of conversation. “I was more myself this time than the others. It’s a judgment of me as a lay not of me as a competitor.”

Seokjin bites his lower lip, smile disappearing.

Jeongguk stops smiling too. He’s itching to touch Seokjin. In any way. A hug would be great right about now, but touching in any capacity while both of them are still hard, anxious, and angry feels like crossing a line.

“Gonna be a serious blow to my ego if you win three times in a row,” Jeongguk says, trying to lighten things again.

Seokjin smiles, “What are you gonna do if I will?”

Jeongguk huffs, “Go out and find someone to make come a bunch of times?”

Seokjin snorts, “What- all this sex is not enough to sate you?”

“This isn’t sex,” Jeongguk says. “I’m not even coming with them.”

“Going to next round,” Seokjin says.

“Yes,” Jeongguk says. He wants to come.

Seokjin’s eyes meet his, and he gulps.

“Do you want me not to?” Jeongguk asks, suddenly curious.

Seokjin opens and closes his mouth, “I can’t make that decision for you.”

“You told me you didn’t want me touching myself after yesterday’s round,” Jeongguk says. “If watching me come will make you uncomfortable, we can decide not to do that,” he lifts his eyebrows. “If we can hold back from it.”

Seokjin searches his eyes, “I don’t care if you come. I think it might make Yoongi uncomfortable if you don’t.”

“But you still plan on not coming,” Jeongguk argues.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Seokjin repeats.

“Tell me when you do decide then,” Jeongguk says. “If you decide you’re not going to, I won’t either.”

Surprised, eyes wide, Seokjin asks, “Why?”

“Playing fair,” Jeongguk shrugs, decisive. “If you think not coming will hurt your chances of winning Yoongi’s round, but you don’t want to do it, then to keep us on the same level, I won’t come either. And we’ll warn Yoongi about it so he expects it.”

“Um…” Seokjin gulps. “Thank you.”

“Consent goes both ways,” Jeongguk repeats Taehyung’s words from earlier.

Seokjin nods.

Jeongguk steps away from him, finally, lying back on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Seokjin stays standing, walking to the mirror, then when he’s done looking at himself, he sits on the edge of Jeongguk’s bed, and they don’t speak anymore.

They stay in the room for another ten minutes maybe, until boners are gone and Seokjin’s cheek is back to its normal color, not speaking, both either lost in thought or thinking about nothing. When they leave the room, it feels like the tension has lessened. Though it comes back full force when they walk out into the living room. God, Jeongguk needs to win.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asks from his position against Hoseok’s chest, smiling, Hoseok’s arms around him.

“Confident,” Jeongguk answers.

Seokjin smiles. The two of them sit down on the empty couch.

Yoongi exhales sharply, his eyes wide.

Hoseok and Jimin laugh at him.

“It’s for the greater good, hyung,” Namjoon says melodramatically.

“Shut the fuck up,” Yoongi snaps, voice too high. “Hyung is winning.”

“I promise you won’t regret getting fucked by us,” Jeongguk teases.

“Shut up!” Yoongi exclaims, breathing steadily.

The shower is not running, so either Taehyung is getting finished with it or he’s waiting for something.

“Have you decided whether or not you’re gonna call quits if Kook wins?” Hoseok asks, smiling wide.

 “I don’t need to make that decision yet,” Yoongi says.

“Oh, you’re not gonna call quits,” Jimin teases.

“I might,” Yoongi insists.

“No, you’re not,” Jimin laughs. “You wanna get fucked so bad.”

Yoongi gasps, outraged.

“Yeah, you do, you slut,” Jimin insists.

“You motherfucker,” Yoongi raises his eyebrows at him. “Forget that hookup I promised to find for you.”

Jimin shrugs, eyebrow up high, “You think I have trouble finding people to sleep with?”

“I think you have trouble finding people to date,” Yoongi shoots.

Jimin’s mouth opens this time, but he’s still smiling, “Bitch.”

“Slut,” Yoongi counters, smile tugging at the side of his lip too.

“I love you,” Jimin adds just as seriously, smiling.

“Fuck you, I’m not finding you a hookup,” Yoongi says.

Jimin laughs, “Say you love me back, asshole!”

“I love you,” Yoongi glares at him. “Now, shut up and pray that hyung wins.”

“I’m rooting for Kook,” Jimin shrugs.

“Me too,” Hoseok adds.

Yoongi looks up in dramatic confusion, “The betrayal?”

“This ain’t a betrayal,” Jimin says. “We’re rooting for the underdog.”

“Not gonna be an underdog for much longer,” Jeongguk says.

“You’d still be one point down,” Namjoon says.

“I’ll be one point up,” Jeongguk corrects. “It’s a matter of perspective.”

Jimin snorts, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Zen Kookie,” Hoseok laughs.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “I’m a mature person.”

They all laugh.

Jeongguk can’t help himself and starts laughing too after a second.

A couple minutes later, Taehyung comes out into the living room, striped light blue and white pajamas set on, hair still somewhat wet.

“Decision made?” Jimin asks.

Taehyung sits between Seokjin and Jeongguk.

“Decision was made half an hour ago,” Taehyung answers, stretching his arms above his head.

“Half an hour ago, you were still in the room with them,” Namjoon lifts an eyebrow.

“Mmhm,” Taehyung smiles. “I knew who was gonna be the winner halfway into the second round.”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows shoot up.

“I told you I was gonna know-” Taehyung looks from Jeongguk to Seokjin, “-if you were gonna be faking it.”

Jeongguk doesn’t let himself smile. He doesn’t. He does not. His heart is pounding. He licks his lips.

“I had a great time both nights, I just wanna clarify that,” Taehyung says. “The orgasm the second night felt better, longer, more intense. Whoever went the second night picked up on a lot of things from the first night, some things that I didn’t even expect them to pick up on.”

“Oh my god, I’m gonna lose my shit,” Yoongi murmurs quickly. “Get to the point.”

“But,” Taehyung pauses, and Jeongguk already knows. He doesn’t smile. “The first night, whoever did it was so fucking fun,” he smiles, head moving side to side again, checking their reactions out, “experimental, daring. Whoever it was had fun too, and I could feel it. The second night, good as it may have been, whoever did it was not into it. They weren’t, not as much as the one who went the first night, nowhere near it, and that took me out of it mentally too.”

Jeongguk takes a deep breath. Not smiling. Not yet.

“So, if it isn’t clear yet…” Taehyung smiles wide. “The winner is the person who went the first night.”

Now, Jeongguk smiles. So wide and so happy and so smug and so- holy shit, he’s going to get hard from the excitement alone.

“Fuck!” Yoongi exclaims, covering his face with both his hands.

“You’re so fucked!” Jimin bursts out laughing.

Yoongi lets out a dramatic fake sob.

Namjoon starts giggling.

Taehyung is just smiling widely, amused by all of it.

“You did real fucking good, Kook,” Taehyung tells him, and Jeongguk can feel his ego inflating.

“Congratulations,” Hoseok looks at Jeongguk, laughing as well.

Seokjin’s smile is small and a little sad but there. He expected it too.

It’s not going to get to his head, Jeongguk promises himself that. Now is not the time to get overconfident and let himself get sloppy. He still has to win two out of two rounds. But holy fucking shit, he starts laughing, elated, relieved, slightly concerned about Seokjin, horny out of his fucking mind, hyped so hard he wants to do one thousand pushups right fucking now.

Everywhere. Everything. He’s all over the place. God, it feels so fucking good to win.