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The Differences Between Us

Hello, hello! I have a little surprise for you all that you might not have seen coming. I realized that I don't see enough hyung line love. Sure, there's plenty of maknae fics and rapper fics, but Jin deserves loving boyfriends too. So, I decided to give him some. This fic is a little fluffy, a lot angsty, and has a whole lot of smut. This is my first time writing a sex scene with more than two people in it lol, so I hope it isn't too cringey. Okay, I'll shush now, you just enjoy reading!

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Kim Seokjin is a good boyfriend.

Okay, no. That isn't the right word - it couldn't possibly be the right word. Good boyfriends hold the door open. They send goodnight texts and kiss you goodbye.

No, Kim Seokjin isn't a good boyfriend. He is a great boyfriend.

How does he know this so definitively? Because his boyfriends make sure to tell him.

"Great job, Jin-hyung," Namjoon praises, eyes twinkling as he chews through a spoonful of rice.

Seokjin swats his arm. "Yah! Not with your mouth full!"

Hoseok snorts from across the table, but when the eldest's glare slides to him, he turns it into a cough that requires a sip of his water, the drink splashing out of the glass as his body shakes with the remaining scraps of his mirth.

Despite his outward display, Seokjin warms into a fond smile, eyes flickering between his boyfriends. The maknaes shout and laugh competitively over their video game in the next room over, having settled for getting pizza delivered so their hyungs could spend some much-needed time together. (Truthfully, Seokjin had pulled his eldest brother card and threatened to not cook them food for a month if they didn't do it, and everyone knows to never let Jeongguk or Taehyung close to the kitchen and that Jimin would rather deepthroat his first cousin than prepare his own food.) The stove's fan whirs softly as it cools the appliance to a safe temperature. The domestic scrape of chopsticks against plates and teeth against food fills Seokjin with satisfaction. The hums of pleasure as two of his boyfriends enjoy his culinary creations are sweeter than any bells on earth.

The one sound he does not hear - the sound he wants to hear, so desperately strains to hear even though logic tells him it's pointless - is the sound of the door.

When his eyes flit to that great white barrier between him and the final piece of his warm little puzzle for the fifth time in an equal amount of minutes, Hoseok and Namjoon share a look of their own.

"We can call him, hyung," Hoseok offers gently.

And yes, it's a great idea. It's a marvelous idea. But it requires admitting something that would break Seokjin's heart, as stupid as that is. As pathetic as that makes him.

So, Seokjin shakes his head. "No, Hoseok-ah, it's okay." He pastes on a smile, all sparkling eyes and glinting teeth for his sunshine. "He's busy."

Namjoon's hand drops his chopsticks. They clatter to the table like a gunshot, and Seokjin winces as he turns to the youngest. His eyes are flecked with steel that betrays his true irritation, and Seokjin feels the heat of self-loathing crawl up his neck. "It's not okay, hyung. He knew - he knew - and you made all this delicious food for us -"

Because he should - because he has to - Seokjin rests a hand on Namjoon's arm. The latter melts a bit into Seokjin's touch, but it doesn't remove the malice from his stormy expression.

Truthfully, Seokjin is relieved that he's not the only one hurt by Yoongi's absence. Sure, they all know that the second oldest of their relationship shows his affection in his own way. And Seokjin knows that the second Yoongi's weary body eventually makes its way through the door, he will realize - will remember. He'll lock eyes with Hoseok first, and he'll freeze when their sunshine doesn't offer his brightest smile. And then he'll look at Namjoon, at his really, hyung? frown that Yoongi receives whenever he's like this. And when he finally manages to look at Seokjin, he'll know. What will he see, Seokjin wonders? Will he see hurt? Irritation? Or will Seokjin be the perfect oldest hyung - the great boyfriend that he is - and simply smile and pull him into a kiss?