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The bright light from the hallway barely illuminated the living room, where Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi sat together on the couch. Hoseok was in the middle, sandwiched between the two brothers. The air felt heavy, not with tension but with something unspoken, something waiting to unravel.
Yoongi was the first to break the silence, his voice low and tentative. “I want to apologize,” he began, glancing at both Jimin and Hoseok. “For everything. For ruining what you two had, for causing so much pain… and for letting my own bitterness get in the way of your happiness.”
His voice cracked as he turned to Jimin, his lips trembling. “You know… since we were kids, I’ve always been jealous of you. You were always the perfect one. You had everything—our parents’ love, everyone’s admiration. And me? I… I was just the screw-up. The one they couldn’t even look at without disappointment.”
Yoongi choked on a sob, wiping his face roughly. “I caused problems for them because I thought… maybe if I acted out, they’d notice me. But it only made things worse. And when I saw how happy you were with Hoseok, I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to ruin you, Jimin. I was just so… lost. And I’m so sorry.”
Jimin’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at his older brother. The weight of Yoongi’s words hit him like a tidal wave. For years, he’d assumed Yoongi was cold, indifferent. He had no idea his brother had been carrying this pain all along.
“Hyung,” Jimin whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I… I had no idea you felt that way. I’m sorry too. I should have seen it. I should’ve been there for you, but I was so caught up in my own life that I didn’t even notice how much you were hurting.”
Yoongi shook his head, a small, sad smile tugging at his lips. “It’s not your fault, Jimin. I just… I hope you can forgive me.”
Hoseok looked at the brothers, then leaned back, giving them more opportunity to make up.
Jimin’s eyes filled with tears as he leaned forward, grabbing Yoongi’s hand. “Of course, I forgive you, Hyung. You’re my brother. I love you.”
Yoongi’s lips wobbled again, and before he could respond, he stood and opened his arms wide. “Come here, little bro.”
Jimin didn’t hesitate this time. He stood and stepped into Yoongi’s embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around his brother. His shoulders shook as he cried into Yoongi’s chest, the years of misunderstanding and pain washing away in that single moment.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s hair. “For everything.”
“I love you, Hyung,” Jimin murmured.
“I love you too, Jimin.”
The sound of a loud squeal and clapping startled them both. They turned to see Hoseok sitting on the couch, beaming at them with a wide smile and clapping enthusiastically.
The brothers wiped thier face as they both exchanged a glance before looking at Hoseok with matching expressions of amused annoyance.
“What?” Hoseok asked, his smile faltering.
“You caused us so much trouble,” Jimin said, a sly grin forming on his lips.
“Yeah,” Yoongi added, crossing his arms.
Hoseok laughed nervously, slowly standing. “Uh… I mean…”
Jimin’s grin widened as he shrugged. “Maybe you could compensate us.”
Hoseok blinked, his heart racing as he looked between them. “C-compensate? How?”
Neither brother answered. Instead, their gazes darkened as they raked over Hoseok’s body, their intentions crystal clear.
“I… I need to check on Lila!” Hoseok yelped, bolting toward the hallway.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Jimin ran after him, his voice low and teasing. Yoongi followed, his smirk predatory.
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Hoseok’s loud moans echoed through the room. He was completely undone, trapped between the relentless force of Jimin beneath him and Yoongi pounding into him from behind. His body was stretched and trembling, his mind hazy from the overwhelming sensations.
Jimin gripped Hoseok’s hips firmly, guiding him to bounce harder on his cock. “That’s it, Hoseok,” Jimin growled, his voice rough and commanding. “Take it all. Show me how good you are.”
Yoongi’s hands were planted on Hoseok’s waist, pulling him back with every deep thrust. “You like being stuffed like this, don’t you?” he murmured darkly, his voice dripping with dominance. “Two cocks inside you, making you ours.”
Hoseok could only nod, his voice hoarse as he gasped and cried out. “Yes! Yes, sir! Please—don’t stop!”
The stretch was overwhelming, the burn delicious, as Yoongi’s cock pushed deep inside him. Jimin’s cock pressed perfectly against his prostate, making him see stars with every bounce. His body felt impossibly full, but he craved more.
Yoongi leaned down, his breath hot against Hoseok’s ear. “Such a perfect little thing,” he whispered, biting down on the sensitive skin of Hoseok’s neck. “You’re taking us so well.”
Jimin smirked up at Hoseok, his hand trailing up to pinch Hoseok’s nipples. “Look at you, so desperate. You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” Hoseok stammered, his head falling back. “I love it, I love it so much!”
Yoongi chuckled darkly, pulling out suddenly and leaving Hoseok gasping at the emptiness. “Turn him around,” he commanded Jimin.
Together, they shifted Hoseok until he was on his hands and knees. Yoongi knelt in front of him, gripping Hoseok’s chin and guiding his mouth onto his cock. “Open and Suck,” Yoongi ordered.
Hoseok obeyed immediately, taking Yoongi into his mouth, his lips stretching around the thick length. He moaned around it as Jimin slid back inside him from behind, thrusting hard and deep.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” Yoongi groaned, his head falling back as he guided Hoseok’s head with his hands. “You’re such a good boy for us.”
Jimin smirked as he slammed into Hoseok from behind, his hand coming down to slap Hoseok’s ass. The sharp sting made Hoseok cry out around Yoongi’s cock, his body shuddering.
“You’re such a mess,” Jimin teased, his thrusts growing harder. “Look at you, dripping and desperate.”
Hoseok’s eyes watered from the intensity, but he didn’t stop. He wanted to please them, to give them everything. Yoongi’s cock hit the back of his throat, making him gag slightly, but he didn’t pull away.
“Good boy,” Yoongi praised, his voice low and rough. “Take it all.”
The rhythm between the three of them was chaotic and primal, each movement driving Hoseok closer to the edge. His body trembled as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“I’m close,” Jimin groaned, his nails digging into Hoseok’s hips.
Yoongi smirked, pulling out of Hoseok’s mouth and grabbing his chin. “Look at me when you come,” he demanded.
Hoseok’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Yoongi’s intense gaze. The pressure was too much. With a loud cry, his body tensed, and he came hard, his release spilling onto the sheets below.
Jimin followed moments later, his hips snapping forward one final time as he buried himself deep inside Hoseok. Yoongi stroked himself to completion, spilling across Hoseok’s flushed face and chest.
They fell together, their breathing heavy, the room filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Hoseok lay between them, utterly spent but utterly content.
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