dumpling; yoonkookmin

𝗶'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆, dumpling

living with yoongi was fun. jimin and jungkook liked him. the thought of not knowing where he came from and how was still unsettling, but he was such a pleasure to have around. yoongi smiled a lot, his eyes were always full of excitement, and he loved to make fun of them by calling them honey cheeks and daddy. sometimes, when they felt cocky, jimin and jungkook liked to use such nicknames too.

«why don't we get a cat? i want a cat» muttered yoongi, pouting.

«we've talked about it already, dumpling. no cats, i'm allergic» answered jungkook, typing on his computer.

he disliked when he ended up bringing work at home, but being a book editor was something that left him overworked. the new book in his radar was past six hundred pages and jungkook couldn't wait to finish it. the writer was great but their lexicon was so aged he almost fell asleep every two lines. having jimin's head on his lap and hearing the guy's soft breath as he slept wasn't helpful at all.

«but you can take medicine for that, can't you?»

jungkook snorted, rolling his eyes. he laid his eyes on yoongi, who was sitting with crossed legs on the floor in jimin's clothes — he had shared how he enjoyed jimin's comfy clothes — and shook his head.

«it's not good for me to live with a cat. we just can't have one. when you want to see a cat, you can visit our neighbours, they have three cats».

«ugh, daddy, you're annoying sometimes» yoongi complained.

yoongi was fun to be with, but even a bit annoying sometimes. he whined a lot, knew little to no boundaries, and was way too full of energy. yoongi was drumming his fingers on the floor. he had been doing it for the past hour.

«i'm not daddy, yoongi».

yoongi huffed, placing his hands between his crossed legs. he looked small, he somehow resembled jimin in his eyes. jimin's frame was tinier than his, but they still looked similar. they had that fragile allure that made jungkook's heart weak. yoongi looked small and innocent but, just like jimin, he was the personification of the devil. a little dumpling devil.

«i know, jungkook. but it's fun to use that nickname. you blush, and you're pretty when you blush».

jungkook was taken aback from that confession. yoongi had walked - more like appeared - in his and jimin's life and had turned it upside down. jungkook and jimin had never been that close to getting together when yoongi had appeared stating his name was dumpling and jungkook had noticed how jimin looked at him. jimin liked yoongi, jungkook was sure about it. he cuddled him and showered him with love, patting his head just like he did with jungkook.

jungkook was looking for words when a soft snort caught his and yoongi's attention. he felt jimin adjust himself on him, snoring lightly. jungkook patted his head, brushing the blonde bangs with his fingers.

«jimin likes you,» said yoongi. «you like jimin too».

their eyes met. jimin was still sleeping soundly on him.

«what?»

«i'm a dumpling, not stupid, you two like each other. you get angry when jimin says i'm cute or calls me his "lil dumpling". you like him, don't you?»

jungkook looked down at jimin, asleep on his lap. he looked like everything jungkook had ever dreamed of. he was everything jungkook had ever dreamed of. with full cheeks always tinted of pink, his heavy-lidded eyes and pouty mouth for which jungkook had always called him «ducky», jimin was what his dreams looked like. his sweet voice and how soft-spoken he was - when he wasn't arguing because he wanted the last dumpling - was something jungkook hoped he would have heard every day for the rest of his life. but yoongi, he had twisted everything. jungkook wanted to hate him at times, he did. jimin and jungkook would have already kissed if it wasn't for his arrival. but jungkook liked him, maybe a bit too much. he couldn't help how his gaze fell on his delicate neck, how he looked for his gummy smile as soon as he heard his laugh, and how his heart fluttered when he looked up at him with curious eyes. and how he liked the cocky smirk on his lips when he said «daddy».

«yes. but you're not that right on the jealousy thing» jungkook answered, closing his computer. he caressed jimin's cheek. «it's more difficult than that».

yoongi didn't answer immediately. he nodded and looked down. he swung lightly and seemed to be lost in thoughts. jungkook looked at him as he kept on caressing sweetly jimin's full cheek. yoongi looked up at him again, this time he looked serious.

«can i tell you a secret one day?» he asked quietly, lowering his gaze again.

jungkook nodded.

«you can tell me now».

yoongi shook his head vigorously. he sounded insecure when he spoke again.

«no, i can't. and it's not about being an addict or some sort of intruder. i really have no idea how i arrived here and why... or what i was before last sunday. it scares me too. but can i tell you a secret one day?»

surprised, jungkook kept looking at him.

«yes, yoongi. you can» jungkook tried to reassure yoongi, who looked more uncomfortable than he had ever before.

jungkook asked himself what was going on through his mind and what his secret was. it looked like the secret he had just hinted was something that made him sad, as if it was a weight on his shoulders.

«the sofa's big».

yoongi's voice was still soft, still uncertain. his gaze was troubled too. he was trying his best to calm him down and reassure him that everything was okay — even though he didn't know what was going on.

«yes it is».

yoongi fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. he looked completely different from the day he had appeared on their table, confident and proud as he called them daddy and honey butt-cheeks while being naked.

«can i have a nap too? like... can we all have a nap?»

jungkook looked at him, then looked at jimin, who was using his thigh as a pillow. slowly and delicately, trying hard not to wake jimin up, jungkook moved away from him, making jimin lay his head on the sofa. jungkook leaned down behind jimin and looked at yoongi.

«yes, we can. come here» he said, patting the empty space in front of jimin.

silently, yoongi walked up to them and got on the sofa, scooting close to jimin who, murmuring softly. jungkook hugged jimin, hiding his face in the nape of his neck, and reached for yoongi's t-shirt.

«you two woke me up» murmured jimin, shifting slightly between them, and brought his arms around yoongi's middle.

all together, snuggled against each other on the sofa, jimin, jungkook and yoongi fell asleep.