chapter 3

Yoongi didn’t believe in fate.

He believed in consequences. In timing. In moments that turned without warning and left you wrecked in their wake.

And right now, he was watching one of those moments unfold—from the shadows.

Across the training yard, Hoseok was laughing. Sunlight kissed the sweat on his throat, his topknot loose from sparring. He was too pretty when he was careless. Too dangerous when he smiled like that at Jimin.

Yoongi leaned against the shaded wall, arms folded, jaw clenched. Watching.

Jimin flushed under the weight of Hoseok’s teasing. The boy’s mouth opened in mock protest, eyes wide, lashes fluttering—performing, the way he always did when he knew he was being looked at. Yoongi knew that look. He’d been on the receiving end too many times not to.

But lately, Jimin didn’t look at him that way anymore.

It twisted something deep in Yoongi’s chest.

“Jealousy looks good on you, Commander.”

The voice came from beside him—low, amused, familiar.

Yoongi didn’t need to turn to know it was Lady Min, his aunt by blood and the palace’s most infamous courtesan. She always showed up when things started slipping.

“I’m not jealous,” he muttered.

“No?” Her fan snapped shut. “Then why are your eyes burning holes into that boy’s back?”

Yoongi said nothing.

Because he was burning. Every time he saw Jimin gravitate toward Hoseok like gravity itself bent for him, something inside Yoongi frayed a little more.

Jimin had been his. Was his. Theirs. And yet lately, Hoseok’s easy warmth, his insatiable charm—it was working. Jimin glowed under him. Where Yoongi only brooded, Hoseok lit fires.

And now, he was losing both of them.

That night, Yoongi didn’t go to the barracks.

He went to them.

The shared quarters where Hoseok and Jimin sometimes stayed—private, tucked behind the royal garden walls. He told himself he was there to talk. To remind them what they were. What he meant.

But when he opened the sliding door, what he found stole the breath from his lungs.

They were already half-undressed—Jimin shirtless on his back, chest rising and falling fast, lips swollen from Hoseok’s kisses. Hoseok hovered above him, mouth at his throat, one hand tangled in Jimin’s hair.

Yoongi froze.

Jimin saw him first.

And smiled.

Not startled. Not ashamed.

He reached out, fingers curling in silent invitation. “You're late.”

Yoongi's heart pounded.

Hoseok looked up then—eyes dark, voice low. “We've been waiting.”

It wasn’t an ambush. It was a challenge.

Yoongi stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him. His boots were silent on the wooden floor, his mouth dry, his pulse erratic.

“You think I like being played with?” he asked.

Jimin’s lips curved. “We’re not playing.”

Yoongi grabbed his chin, tilted it up. “No? Then what is this?”

“A choice,” Hoseok said from behind, already moving. “We want you.”

“We missed you,” Jimin whispered.

Yoongi's restraint snapped.

He shoved Jimin back into the cushions and kissed him hard, biting his lip just enough to draw sound—a soft gasp that sent heat straight to his gut. Hoseok moved behind him, pressing up close, fingers sliding beneath his robes, breath warm at his nape.

“You’re not losing us,” Hoseok murmured. “You’re just afraid to admit you want us both.”

Yoongi closed his eyes.

And let them take him apart.

POV: Hoseok

Hoseok had always believed love should feel like music—rhythmic, raw, a little chaotic. Not perfect, but honest. So when things started shifting between him, Jimin, and Yoongi, he didn’t panic. He waited. Let the silence build like a beat drop. Let the tension press in like bass.

But tonight, there was no silence.

There was only heat.

Yoongi’s mouth was on Jimin like he was starving. Their kisses—sharp, messy, filled with resentment and craving—tasted like arguments left unresolved and feelings Yoongi never said out loud. Jimin arched under him, moaning into the kiss like it hurt and healed.

Hoseok didn’t move at first.

He just stood there, watching—aching.

Because this was what he wanted. Them.

Yoongi, all restraint and sharp lines, finally letting go. Jimin, soft and glowing, caught between wildness and worship. And Hoseok, the flame in the middle, the one who could hold them both without burning.

“I said,” Hoseok murmured as he stepped forward, “we missed you.”

Yoongi broke the kiss just long enough to breathe—and then Hoseok grabbed his collar and kissed him too.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was teeth and tongue and all the fights they never had the words for. Yoongi kissed him back like he wasn’t sure he had the right, and Hoseok groaned—because that vulnerability? That hesitation? That was the proof he needed. Yoongi wanted him. Still.

Their mouths parted with a gasp, and Jimin reached between them, tugging Hoseok’s robes open with impatient fingers. “You’re wearing too much.”

“You say that like you’re not already half-naked,” Hoseok laughed, stripping his outer layer and climbing onto the futon beside them.

Yoongi’s eyes darted between them, dark and heavy. “This doesn’t change anything.”

Jimin leaned in, brushing his lips over Yoongi’s cheek. “No. It finally means something.”

And then everything blurred.

Hands roaming. Clothes falling. Moans and sighs and whispered names tangled in sweat-slicked sheets. Hoseok’s mouth left a trail down Jimin’s chest, slow and reverent. Yoongi’s fingers clenched in his hair. Jimin shuddered beneath both of them—caught, cradled, undone.

There was no jealousy now. Only heat and history. Only the raw, aching desire to belong.

They didn’t take turns. They shared. Bodies overlapping, pleasure passing between them like a secret—like a promise they finally dared to speak.

And when it was over, when their breathing slowed and the candlelight flickered across bare skin and flushed cheeks, they lay tangled together.

Yoongi spoke first. Voice low. Cracked.

“…Don’t leave again.”

Jimin turned his face into Yoongi’s neck and whispered, “Then don’t shut us out.”

Hoseok smiled, exhausted and full. “We’re better broken open than closed off.”

Outside, the moon climbed higher.

Inside, three hearts beat in rhythm for the first time in a long time.

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