waking up between jimin and jungkook had become routine for yoongi. waking up with yoongi's nose buried in his neck had become routine for jimin. waking up and walking out of bed just to reach the other end of the bed and fall asleep hugging jimin had become routine for jungkook.
sleepy kisses followed. yoongi's sleep swollen lips on jimin's soft ones, jungkook who flipped jimin over to get a taste too and yoongi who stepped over jimin go reach jungkook's pink lips. soft kisses on the lips, on the cheeks, on necks too. legs all tangled up and hands wandering up waists, jimin's puffy eyes, jungkook's nose scrunches and yoongi's giggles.
getting up was, in jungkook's words, «ugh!». being in bed is comfortable, being in bed with one special someone is soothing, being in bed with two special someone is cosy. it was always him or yoongi who grasped jimin by the ankle when he tried to get up. pouty lips, puppy eyes and small «please» but jimin always shook his head and «i have to go to work. imma be back by six». no one could blame jungkook and yoongi for throwing themselves at jimin as soon as he got home in the evening.
it was always movie night, every night. it was their excuse to be together. jungkook laid down on the sofa, jimin got between his legs and yoongi got between jimin's. sometimes jimin laid his hand on jungkook's thigh, sometimes jungkook reached forward to play with yoongi's hair. they played with each other's hands — yoongi really liked jimin's, his short fingers were adorable — and liked to distract one another until they forgot about the film.
sex was fun. it included a lot of laughing and clumsiness, dirty jokes and flushed cheeks. yoongi called jimin «honey butt cheeks» and they both called jungkook «daddy» just to see him flush and mumble incoherently. yoongi was «dumpling» or «peaches». jimin was the one who came up with peaches: one time he had jokingly teased him saying his butt was shaped like a peach and, just like that, he had started whispering «peaches» to him when the room was steamy. what made it all more exciting was how eager to learn yoongi was, how perverted jimin was and how shy jungkook got. jimin's favourite nickname for jungkook had become «pretty», yoongi's favourite was «bambi» — as soon as they saw the cartoon yoongi had immediately thought those innocent eyes were just like jungkook's — and they both loved when his cheeks turned bright pink.
they rarely argued. jimin and jungkook were the ones to raise their voices, yoongi was the one to glare and give the cold shoulder until he heard «sorry». jungkook still had some jealousy management issues, especially during sex, and jimin was a little too harsh towards him and expected him to change from one day to another. yoongi just stared at them, asking himself what was the reason to scream. it's not like screaming makes a point any more valid. why would they scream so loud? jimin especially loved screaming. jungkook liked to do his tongue-in-cheek thing that drove jimin nuts and left yoongi with a headache.
when a dumpling he had never had headaches, maybe that was one good thing about being a dumpling.
but being human had much more perks if it meant being human with jimin and jungkook. yoongi laughed a lot, until his cheeks hurt, he felt treasured and loved and his heart fluttered in his chest so often he always felt on could nine.
almost every morning — except the weekend when jimin didn't work — yoongi and jungkook stayed in bed together, hugging and exchanging soft kisses and touches. the idea of making love when they weren't all together was something they still had to work on, but for yoongi a hug was more than enough.
the days were all alike: they got up late, jungkook started smart-working on his computer and yoongi cooked breakfast and lunch for both of them, eating as he tried to understand how his new phone worked. he played on his own, read jimin's books and cuddled next to jungkook as he worked, waiting for jimin to come back home.
when jimin came back home, it was always exciting. yoongi jumped to his feet and ran to him, hugging him tightly, and jungkook put his computer away, waiting for jimin to walk up to him and kiss him. yoongi always followed jimin in the kitchen to watch him cook and try to learn something. jimin often told him to go in front of the cookers and guided his movements from behind him, making yoongi go all rose-cheeked and shy. yoongi adored cooking with jimin's chin on his shoulder, his chuckle caressing his skin and hands on his. he liked when jungkook walked into the room and inhaled deeply the food's delicious smell, walking up to them to peek inside the pan and leave kisses on their cheeks.
there were a lot of things yoongi liked about jimin and jungkook and a lot of things they liked about him. jimin particularly loved his hands and his black hair, he liked to braid it loosely to give it gentle waves. jungkook loved his cheeks and always nibbled his nose.
since they had figured out how to be in a polyamorous relationship, they had rarely been fighting, and it always lasted a few seconds, but some things never changed.
«that's my dumpling!» exclaimed yoongi, pointing the last dumpling with his chopsticks. he had finally learned how to use them properly.
jimin protested strongly, his voice whiney.
«but i worked!»
jungkook was soon to add his voice to that choir of angered screaming.
«i ate fewer sushi rolls!»
«i cooked! i deserve to eat it!» insisted yoongi, glaring at jungkook.
he glared back at him, and they kept pointing to the dumpling with their chopsticks, doing what they were best at when the two of them argued: glare until one of them retired. the only thing they always forgot was that jimin got uncomfortable when they did it in front of him, so it was no surprise when he cleared his throat, speaking quietly.
«okay, we don't need to argue. let's do it like this: we're gonna go to bed and tomorrow morning we'll decide who's eating the dumpling. next time me and yoongi will make sure to cook a fair amount of dumplings».
convincing jungkook was like trying to convince a huge crybaby sometimes. yoongi, when jungkook whined that way, always called him that. jungkook didn't like it at all, and jimin had to hide his face behind his hands not to show he was laughing.
«'kay. but it's not fair, what if one of you two eats it during the night?»
jimin smiled kindly at jungkook. he stood up and walked up to him, caressing his back.
«oh, c'mon baby. what's the worse that could happen? you not eating the dumpling?»
as jungkook puffed, leaning in jimin's touch, yoongi got up too, walking next to jimin on their way to the stairs.
«the dumpling becoming human, maybe» he shrugged, nonchalant.
jimin and jungkook both stopped in their tracks and looked at him, wide-eyed. yoongi, who was now ahead of them and already had a foot on the stairs, turned to look at them. he was confused by their shocked faces. they looked... frightened.
«it wouldn't be so bad. he could join us. or it could be a little girl. namjoon and seokjin have a little girl, and she's such a sweetheart. or a cat! maybe a cat! i want a cat so bad!».
now excited at the thought that the dumpling could become a cat, yoongi was surprised when his dreams of having a cat to give love to were interrupted by jimin's nervous laughter.
«you know what? the dumpling's all yours, eat it» exclaimed jimin. jungkook joined him, a way too wide smile on his face as he urged him down the stairs. «you made em, the dumpling's all yours yoongi!»
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this was fun to write. i hope it was kinda fun to read too. another short story coming soon. <3
ly and thank u for giving my short story a chance.
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dumpling; yoonkookmin
Fiksi Penggemar«but- i can't eat you!» «not with that attitude». in which jimin and jungkook, after arguing on who's gonna eat the last dumpling, go to bed just to find a naked guy on the table the next morning. and the dumpling is nowhere to be seen. II completed...
