FOURSOME BXB AND GXG

Hey loves 💌

First of all, thank you so much for reading this far. I know this story is a little different - and yes, I haven't added much smut, so please bear with it for now 🙈

Also, a gentle reminder - if you're not comfortable with bxb (boy×boy) or gxg (girl×girl) themes, it's completely okay to skip this one. I respect everyone's preferences.

But for those who requested a story that includes both - here it is, straight from my heart. I honestly don't know if you'll love it or not, but I've poured in my 100% to make it soft, real, and emotionally meaningful.

Hope you enjoy the warmth, the love, and the connections in this little world I created

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With love,

-Muskan🥀

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CHARACTERS:-

Min Yoongi

Age:- 32 yrs old

Movie producer

Park Jimin

Age:- 30yrs

Actor

Choi Yn

Age:- 25yrs old

Actress

Jung Hana

Age:- 27 yrs old

Makeup Artist

AUTHOR'S POV

Warm yellow lights lit up the Park residence as laughter echoed through the hallways. It was one of those rare evenings when the entire family gathered under one roof-sharing food, stories, and lingering glances that said more than words.

Park Jimin stood near the kitchen counter, laughing at something his aunt said, the sleeves of his ivory knit sweater pushed up to his elbows. His smile-charming and unbothered-lit up the room, but only one person caught the way his fingers kept nervously tapping the glass in his hand.

Hana.

"Stop pretending you're not nervous," Hana whispered under her breath, stepping beside him as she handed him a bowl of fruit salad.

Jimin chuckled softly, tilting his head toward her. "I'm not nervous. You're imagining things."

"Oh please," Hana teased, nudging his arm. "You've been acting weird ever since I walked in. Relax. It's not like anyone here can read minds."

That was true. No one in their family would have guessed that the ever-gentle Hana and the sweet, polite Jimin were secretly dating-or at least trying to. It had only been a month since their confusingly intense conversations turned into kisses under moonlight and tangled fingers during night drives.

A month filled with stolen touches behind curtains and texts that said things neither of them truly understood.

Aunt Soojin called out, "Hana-yah! Come help me with the rice cake soup!"

"I'm coming!" Hana called back and glanced at Jimin. "We're okay, right?"

Jimin nodded, but his heart wasn't in it. "Yeah... we're okay."

As Hana walked away, her soft black hair swinging with each step, Jimin stared after her. He didn't feel uncomfortable. But he didn't feel the rush people wrote poems about either. No thumping heartbeat. No ache of longing. Just... warmth.

But wasn't that what love was supposed to feel like?

---

Later that evening, everyone was gathered around the long dining table. Glasses clinked, dishes passed hands, and laughter flowed like wine. Hana sat beside Jimin, their legs brushing under the table in quiet confirmation of their secret.

But across from Jimin, his uncle joked, "You're still single, Jimin-ah? A good-looking boy like you should be snatched up by now."

Jimin just smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm... focusing on work. I have an audition coming up."

"Ah yes, that movie thing, right?" his cousin chimed in. "Imagine if you become a big star and forget us all!"

As everyone laughed again, Jimin's eyes flickered toward Hana. She gave him a soft smile, one that meant I'm with you. And he smiled back, feeling safe... but not whole.

Not yet.

Not truly.

---

Later that night, when the guests had started leaving, Hana walked Jimin out to his car. The winter breeze was soft, brushing against their coats and cheeks as they stood by the gates.

"Do you ever wonder," Hana asked quietly, "if what we're doing... is right?"

Jimin blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... we're cousins. Even if distant. And we're trying to make this something it might not be." Her voice wavered, eyes searching Jimin's expression. "Do you... really want this?"

Jimin hesitated, then took her hand. It was cold.

"I want to try. Don't you?"

Hana exhaled, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Okay. Let's try."

Jimin nodded, smiled again, and drove off into the night with a strange heaviness in his chest.

And somewhere in another part of the city, in a quiet office filled with movie posters and script drafts-

Min Yoongi stared at the audition list, his eyes resting on one name:

Park Jimin.

---

The sky was a pale gray when Park Jimin stepped out of the taxi, standing in front of the towering glass building that housed Mint Films, the production company known for making raw, emotionally honest cinema. And behind most of its magic-stood Min Yoongi.

Jimin smoothed the front of his coat, took a breath, and walked inside.

Today was the final round of auditions for the male lead in Beneath the Magnolia Tree, a romantic drama that had already sparked buzz in the industry. The female lead was locked weeks ago. A promising young actress, sharp-eyed and graceful. Her name?

YN.

Jimin had heard of YN before. Not for scandals or gossip, but for that piercing gaze YN carried on screen. A rawness in YN's performance that didn't seem like acting-it felt like truth.

As Jimin waited in the hallway outside the studio, his hands trembled a little. Not from fear. But anticipation. Somewhere deep inside, he needed this role. Not just for his career-but for clarity. Maybe, acting out someone else's truth would help him uncover his own.

"Park Jimin?" a staff member called.

Jimin stood immediately, heart beating like it did before a performance. He followed them through the doors.

Inside, the lights were bright but soft. A minimalist set. Cameras. A few crew members. And at the far end, sitting with crossed legs and an unreadable expression-

Min Yoongi.

Yoongi's sharp eyes flicked up from the script. He was dressed in black from head to toe, sleeves rolled, a silver ring on his index finger. A cup of cold coffee sat untouched beside him.

Behind Yoongi, YN stood-already in costume. A simple, timeless look that radiated quiet elegance. YN's eyes locked with Jimin's.

Something shifted.

Not in the air.

Inside Jimin.

"Let's begin," Yoongi said, his voice calm and slightly husky, like he'd been up all night with thoughts heavier than sleep.

---

The scene was emotionally intense-two lovers confronting the truth of a failed relationship. YN was supposed to be angry, heartbroken. Jimin was to play a man who realizes too late that he never truly knew how to love.

"Take your time," Yoongi said, watching from behind the monitor.

Jimin stepped into place. YN stood opposite.

Silence.

Then, action.

"You keep saying I never listened," Jimin spoke, voice low. "But did you ever try to understand why I couldn't speak in the first place?"

YN's expression tightened-eyes glossy, jaw tense. "You made me feel like a ghost, Jae-in. Like I was invisible even when I was screaming."

"I was scared," Jimin whispered, stepping closer. "Scared of being seen. Scared that if you looked too close, you'd leave."

"Then maybe you should've let me decide that for myself!"

The tension cracked like glass between them. And for a moment, they weren't actors.

They were just two people trying to survive a storm.

"Cut!" the director called.

Silence lingered even after the scene ended.

Yoongi stood slowly, eyes unreadable. His gaze fixed on Jimin-longer than necessary. "Thank you," he finally said. "We'll let you know."

Jimin bowed slightly. "Thank you for the opportunity."

As he turned to leave, his eyes met YN's again. There was a glimmer there-not admiration, not attraction-but something curious. Recognition.

They hadn't exchanged real words, but something had been understood.

And Yoongi? Yoongi sat back in his chair, thumb grazing his lip, heart quietly unsteady.

Because in all his years of producing films, he'd never found someone whose silence could speak so loudly.

---

Two days later.

YN stepped into the production office, flipping through the script while humming softly under breath. The scent of fresh ink and warm coffee filled the studio. It was quiet, except for the click of a lighter being flicked repeatedly near the window.

Min Yoongi stood there.

Dressed in a black turtleneck and grey slacks, sleeves rolled to reveal his veins and wrists that looked like they could write a thousand untold verses. His silver-rimmed glasses slid slightly down his nose as he stared at the sunrise outside, lost in thought.

YN paused mid-step.

"Damn."

There was no other word for it. The man radiated something dangerous-quietly dangerous. Not the kind of danger that screamed chaos-but the kind that pulled people in silently, and made them want to stay.

The messy black hair.

The lazy posture.

The cold expression that barely hid a burning mind.

YN felt something stir deep in the chest-unexpected, uninvited.

Attraction.

Strong. Irrational. Immediate.

"Need something?" Yoongi asked, without looking.

YN blinked. "Uh... no. Just early."

Yoongi finally turned. His gaze-sharp but calm-rested on YN. It wasn't flirtatious. It wasn't cold either. It was just... direct. The kind that made YN's skin prickle.

"You're always early," he said, brushing past, voice low and slightly amused.

As he walked away, YN couldn't help but stare.

"What the hell is that man made of?"

---

Meanwhile...

Jimin leaned against the wall outside Hana's apartment, practically buzzing with excitement. He held the script tight to his chest, grinning from ear to ear.

The moment Hana opened the door, Jimin raised the paper like a trophy. "I got it!"

"What?" Hana's eyes widened.

"I GOT THE ROLE!" he repeated, rushing in, almost tripping over a shoe rack in the hallway. "Yoongi-hyung himself approved me. I'm the male lead!"

Hana gasped and jumped up, hugging him tightly. "Oh my god, Jimin, that's amazing!"

In that moment, wrapped in joy and warmth, Hana's lips pressed to Jimin's out of nowhere-a sudden kiss full of excitement.

Jimin froze-eyes wide.

But when Hana didn't pull away, he slowly-softly-kissed her back.

It didn't feel wrong. But it didn't feel entirely right either. It felt like something he owed. Like a quiet "thank you" stitched with confusion.

When they pulled apart, Hana smiled softly. "I'm really proud of you."

Jimin nodded. "Thanks... I'll work hard."

His voice didn't match his smile.

---

Back in the rehearsal hall, YN stood in front of the mirrored wall, adjusting the choreography notes on the tablet.

Today's scene?

A romantic dance between the leads.

The soft music started playing-slow, with the faint sound of wind chimes in the melody.

Jimin entered, wearing a loose white shirt and black joggers, hair slightly wet from the rain. YN smiled at him.

"You ready?"

"Let's do it."

They began the sequence. Jimin's hand rested on YN's waist, the other clasped YN's fingers gently. Their steps matched in rhythm. It wasn't perfect-but it was natural. The kind of chemistry that couldn't be taught.

Yoongi sat at the corner on the steps, watching silently.

His hand held a pen, but he hadn't written a word in twenty minutes.

His eyes were only on Jimin.

There was something in the way Jimin moved-fluid yet grounded. The way his face softened when he smiled during the turn. The way he looked lost in the moment, but in control of the scene.

Yoongi's gaze lingered longer than it should have.

And something... shifted.

Not just attraction.

It was the beginning of realization.

That maybe the emotions he buried behind professionalism and late-night edits were not as simple as they once seemed.

The music faded.

"Again," Yoongi said, voice even-but softer this time.

Not because the scene needed another take.

But because he needed more time to understand what was happening inside himself.

---

The rehearsal room had long emptied.

The lights were dim now, a soft glow reflecting on the polished wooden floor.

Yoongi remained seated on the steps, still holding the same pen from earlier, though his notebook was blank. His eyes weren't on the paper. They were on the mirror in front of him - where he had watched Jimin dance just hours ago.

He exhaled, leaning back, rubbing his face with both hands.

The silence of the room was deafening.

Why did it feel like the air had changed when Jimin walked in?

Why did his eyes follow the curve of Jimin's movement... more than the camera's angle?

Why had his chest tightened-not with jealousy-but with... something softer, something deeper?

Yoongi had always known he was different. But he never indulged in it.

Never explored the idea.

Never allowed his heart to speak too loud.

But now?

That boy with honey-soft eyes, a nervous smile, and a dancer's grace-was making walls crack that Yoongi spent years building.

"Foolish," Yoongi whispered to himself, eyes closing. "It's just admiration. Maybe envy. Maybe loneliness."

But even he didn't believe that.

---

The next day on set...

Jimin and YN were filming a rooftop scene.

It was golden hour-the sky streaked with orange and pink. The scene required no dialogue, just silent glances under the dusky light as the wind tugged at their clothes.

YN adjusted the scarf around Jimin's neck between takes, fingertips brushing against his collarbone accidentally.

Jimin laughed, "That tickles."

"Professional hazard," YN replied with a playful grin. "I'm in character."

They both laughed-easily now. It hadn't taken long to slip into comfort with each other. Jimin was warm, thoughtful, and quietly funny in ways that made YN smile even during breaks.

YN was observant, sharp with timing, and carried a calming energy that Jimin appreciated more than words.

Their connection wasn't romantic yet-

But it was beginning to feel like something new was growing.

Yoongi stood behind the monitor, watching.

Jimin's smile reached his eyes.

Yoongi had seen that smile before-directed at Hana. But now... it was different. Softer. Natural. Effortless.

He watched Jimin lean slightly closer to YN during one shot.

He watched the way Jimin looked at YN when the camera wasn't even rolling.

And that was the moment Yoongi realized-

He wasn't just confused.

He wasn't just admiring.

He was jealous.

Not because YN had Jimin's attention.

But because Yoongi wanted it for himself.

---

That night, Yoongi sat on his apartment balcony with a glass of wine. The script sat beside him, pages fluttering in the wind.

He thought about Jimin's laugh.

Jimin's lips.

Jimin's hesitation when talking about Hana.

And that soft look in his eyes when he was dancing - not with love, but with longing.

Was it possible Jimin didn't even know his own truth yet?

And even if he did...

Would Yoongi risk everything - the film, his control, his silence - just to step into something so uncertain?

He didn't know.

But what he did know was this:

He couldn't unfeel it anymore.

---

The rehearsal studio was supposed to be empty after 9 p.m.

But the light was still on.

Yoongi sat alone at the piano in the corner of the room, a black hoodie pulled over his head, fingers lazily pressing a few keys. He wasn't playing a tune-just sounds. Chords without rhythm. Emotion without structure.

He didn't even hear the door creak open behind him.

Jimin stepped in, hair still damp from the rain, a hoodie over his rehearsal shirt, and dance shoes in hand.

"Oh-hyung," Jimin stopped mid-step, surprised. "I didn't know you were still here."

Yoongi turned his head slightly, offering a slow nod. "Could say the same about you."

Jimin smiled shyly, walking toward the mirror wall. "I couldn't sleep. Wanted to go over the choreography one more time. That scene tomorrow... I don't know, I feel like I haven't found the right emotion for it yet."

Yoongi tilted his head. "That rooftop confession scene?"

"Yeah," Jimin said, warming up his arms. "The part where I realize I've loved her all along but never had the courage to say it. It's... hard. Like, I don't know what love even feels like sometimes."

That last sentence came out softer than the rest.

Yoongi looked at Jimin in the reflection.

"You've never been in love?"

Jimin shrugged. "I thought I had. Maybe I still do. But it doesn't feel like the way it's written in the script. It's like... I'm trying to play something I don't understand."

Yoongi stood, slowly walking toward him.

"Maybe that's what makes the scene real," Yoongi said. "Sometimes love isn't this grand declaration. Sometimes it's confusion. Doubt. Fear that you'll never be able to say it the way it's meant to be said."

Jimin turned, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

For a moment-silence.

Heavy. Unspoken. Charged.

"Can I...?" Yoongi asked, gesturing toward Jimin.

Jimin blinked. "Huh?"

Yoongi stepped forward, lifting Jimin's hand gently. "That part in the dance... where your hand brushes their cheek. You keep hesitating. It needs to be slower. More... vulnerable."

Jimin nodded, letting Yoongi guide him.

Their hands touched.

Soft. Controlled.

Yoongi's fingers brushed the side of Jimin's jaw to demonstrate.

"Like this. You're not grabbing. You're not claiming. You're... asking."

Jimin's breath caught slightly.

Yoongi noticed.

So did Jimin.

They stood close-too close.

And for a moment, everything stilled.

Not romantic.

Not planned.

Just electric tension hanging in the quiet.

"Yoongi-hyung..." Jimin said softly, eyes still on his own reflection. "Have you ever... wanted something you knew you shouldn't?"

Yoongi's voice dropped, just above a whisper.

"All the time."

Their hands stayed joined a second longer than necessary before Jimin slowly stepped back, exhaling.

"I should probably... run it once before heading home."

Yoongi nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Take your time," he said, voice low. "You're doing better than you think."

He turned and walked back to the piano, but this time, he played something.

A melody. Quiet. Heavy.

The kind that didn't ask for applause.

Behind him, Jimin danced alone in the mirror-

But both of them knew they wouldn't forget this moment.

Because sometimes the most dangerous part of falling in love...

Is when neither of you knows it's happening yet.

---

The studio was alive again - filled with camera crews, lighting setups, costume racks, and the constant buzz of assistants darting across the floor with headsets and coffee cups.

Today was the first official shoot day.

Everyone was moving with purpose. Everyone... except for one person, who walked in with a quiet, excited smile and a clipboard tucked under her arm.

Hana.

Dressed in neutral tones, her makeup bag slung over one shoulder, Hana moved confidently through the halls, barely able to contain her excitement.

He has no idea I'm here. I wanted it to be a surprise.

She hadn't told Jimin she'd taken on a short-term job as one of the studio's freelance makeup artists. When she saw the opportunity to be closer to him - just for a few days - she took it. Part of her felt nervous, unsure whether he'd be happy. But more than anything, she missed him.

And maybe... just maybe, she wanted to understand this growing distance she'd started feeling in his messages lately.

Hana followed the hallway toward Makeup Room 3, assigned for the lead actress of the day - YN.

She rounded the corner, smiling and distracted as she pulled out a small lip tint from her pouch.

At the exact same moment, YN pushed open the door from the inside - walking out just as Hana turned.

BAM.

In one blink - two soft sets of lips collided.

Accidental. Unexpected. Soft. Brief.

And then-

Both jumped back.

Eyes wide.

"OH MY GOD!" Hana gasped.

"I-what-was that-?!" YN stammered.

They both touched their lips at the same time, blinking in horror.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking!" Hana said quickly, voice high with embarrassment.

"No-it's my fault- I didn't check before stepping out-!" YN replied just as flustered.

A few people nearby turned, but neither Hana nor YN had the capacity to care. Their faces were flushed, eyes darting everywhere but at each other.

For a full five seconds, silence lingered between them.

And then-

They both burst out laughing. Half nervous, half stunned.

Hana smiled through the blush. "Wow. I've been on set for five minutes and already kissed someone. That has to be a record."

YN laughed too, finally catching her breath. "Yeah... not the welcome I was expecting, but it's... memorable."

After a moment, Hana offered her hand. "I'm Hana. I'll be doing your makeup today. Surprise arrival."

YN took the handshake, still smiling. "YN. Accidental kisser. Nice to meet you."

They both laughed again, the tension slowly melting into something more relaxed.

Inside the makeup room, Hana set down her tools, finally falling into her professional rhythm.

YN sat in the chair, adjusting the robe around YN's shoulders. "So... surprise arrival?"

Hana smiled softly. "Yeah. My boyfriend doesn't know I'm here yet. He's the male lead. I wanted to... surprise him."

YN raised an eyebrow curiously but said nothing more, just nodded.

But as Hana leaned in to start applying base, brushing YN's cheek gently, something unreadable passed between them.

Neither of them said it out loud...

But that accidental kiss?

Was still lingering in both their minds.

And the irony?

Neither of them had any idea that the person connecting them both...

Was Park Jimin.

---

The shoot was going smoothly.

Too smoothly.

The crew was focused, cameras rolled, and the lights caught every perfect angle of Jimin and YN's rooftop scene. Their chemistry had bloomed naturally, and today, it showed.

Yoongi watched from behind the monitor, face unreadable. His usual cool control was in place - except his fingers tapped the armrest constantly, a rhythm only he seemed to hear.

Then it happened.

During a short break between takes, Yoongi stepped away to take a call. He wasn't gone long.

But when he returned, the sight that greeted him in the makeup room door's reflection-

Jimin.

Standing inside the room.

Hana - smiling up at him.

Jimin leaning in slightly as Hana whispered something.

Then - a kiss.

Not passionate. Not dramatic. But close. Familiar.

Like something that had history. Something that belonged.

Jimin hesitated.

But eventually... softly kissed her back.

Yoongi's hand clenched around his coffee cup, the sound of cracking paper echoing slightly in the hallway.

He didn't say a word.

Didn't make a scene.

He just turned around-

And walked away.

---

Hours passed.

The shoot wrapped. Everyone clapped.

YN left first, thanking the crew. Hana followed, saying she had to grab a few things from the stylist's desk.

Jimin stayed behind, wiping the sweat from his brow as he grabbed his script bag and headed toward the actor green room - a small private space with a couch, a rack of extra clothes, and a mirror lit with soft bulbs.

He pushed the door open.

And stopped.

Yoongi was already inside.

Sitting on the edge of the couch. Legs crossed. Jacket off. Hands steepled. Eyes shadowed.

Jimin blinked. "Hyung? What are you-?"

"I saw you earlier," Yoongi interrupted, voice low.

Jimin tilted his head. "Saw me?"

Yoongi stood slowly.

"In the makeup room. With Hana."

Jimin looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right. That. She... surprised me today. I didn't know she was joining the crew."

Yoongi stepped closer.

"I thought you said you weren't sure what love feels like."

Jimin's gaze snapped up, startled. "What?"

"That night. The rehearsal. You said you didn't know if you've ever really felt love." Yoongi's voice remained even, but there was an edge now - something simmering underneath.

"I know what I said, hyung. But I-"

"Then what was that kiss?" Yoongi asked sharply. "Was that love? Or was that guilt?"

The room fell quiet.

Too quiet.

Jimin stared at him.

"Why do you care?" Jimin asked, softly now. Confused. Guarded.

Yoongi didn't answer.

Instead... he stepped forward.

And then-

He kissed him.

Not gently.

Not violently.

But with years of silence breaking all at once.

It was rough with emotion - a mix of jealousy, fear, longing.

His hand cradled Jimin's jaw like he had done during rehearsal, but this wasn't about choreography anymore.

Jimin froze.

The world slowed.

For a moment, he didn't respond - because his body couldn't decide if this was real.

But Yoongi didn't deepen the kiss. He pulled back. Barely. Just enough to whisper:

"I didn't mean to. I wasn't planning to. But I couldn't watch you kiss her and act like it didn't hurt."

Jimin's breath shook.

Eyes wide. Lips slightly parted.

"Yoongi-hyung..."

Yoongi stepped back fully now, the tension in his jaw returning.

"You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know."

And with that, Yoongi turned-

And left Jimin standing there.

Heart racing.

Head spinning.

World suddenly shifted.

Because now...

Nothing could go back to how it was.

The makeup room was unusually quiet that evening. Most of the cast had left for the day, the studio dimmed into a soft after-hours calm. Only the humming of distant lights and a few soft footsteps echoed down the hall.

YN sat in the chair again, scrolling slowly through the updated script notes on the tablet. The earlier shoot had gone well, but something still lingered in the air-something that had nothing to do with work.

A knock at the door.

YN looked up.

It was Hana.

Same soft ponytail, same calm smile - but there was something nervous flickering in Hana's eyes today. A hesitation that hadn't been there before.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," Hana said gently, stepping in. "I left my balm kit in the drawer earlier. I figured I'd grab it now before it disappears into the black hole of set storage."

YN smiled slightly. "Of course. Come in."

Hana walked toward the vanity, opening the lower drawer. She found what she needed... but didn't leave.

Instead, she stayed silent for a beat... then another.

YN could feel her watching.

And YN was watching, too.

Both of them were remembering.

That moment in the hallway.

The sudden brush of lips.

The spark neither of them had expected.

And the fact that neither of them had really forgotten it.

"Hey," Hana said suddenly, her voice quieter now, almost nervous, "That kiss... before."

YN looked up. "Yeah?"

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

Silence.

Then YN stood up slowly, stepping closer, voice just above a whisper.

"I thought I was the only one."

Their eyes met. Not wide with shock this time-but with quiet understanding.

Neither moved fast.

It wasn't like the first time-rushed and accidental.

This time, Hana's fingers reached up first, tucking a strand of YN's hair behind the ear.

And then...

They kissed.

Slow.

Still.

Intentional.

Hana's lips touched YN's like a question, and YN answered without hesitation. It wasn't wild-it was soft, almost fragile. Like they were both afraid to break the moment by wanting too much.

It was short. Gentle.

But real.

When they pulled back, their faces still close, Hana's voice trembled.

"I... don't know what that means."

"Neither do I," YN whispered back. "But it felt... right."

Hana stepped back slowly, hand lingering against YN's cheek for a moment before dropping to her side.

"I should go," she said softly. "I didn't mean to... I mean-I did, but..."

"I know," YN said, still watching her. "Me too."

The door closed quietly behind Hana.

And YN stood still for a long time.

Fingers touching lips.

Heart unsure.

But mind very clear-

That whatever just happened...

Wasn't just curiosity anymore.

---

The studio was dim, the corridors quiet under the soft flicker of hallway lights. Most of the crew had long since gone home, but Jimin remained - rehearsing alone again, as usual.

Yoongi entered without a word.

No tension this time.

No hesitation.

Just silence that said more than either of them knew how to say.

They stood in front of each other near the mirrored wall. Jimin's breathing was shallow from dance, but his eyes were steady.

"You came again," Jimin whispered, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead.

"I never left," Yoongi said softly, voice rough from holding back.

This time, Yoongi didn't wait.

He stepped forward - deliberate, calm - and cupped Jimin's cheek with the kind of softness that didn't ask for permission anymore.

Jimin leaned into it.

And then... they kissed.

Slow, warm, and deeply different from the last one.

It wasn't stolen or desperate.

It was real.

Jimin's fingers curled around Yoongi's wrist, holding him there like he didn't want the moment to end. Their bodies pressed close, not clashing - but fitting.

There was longing in that kiss.

Confusion.

But also relief.

And just outside the door, slightly ajar -

Hana stood frozen.

She'd come to find Jimin. Not for a fight. Not for affection.

Just... to talk.

But the moment her eyes met the scene through the crack in the door - Jimin's lips on Yoongi's, Yoongi's hand gently cradling Jimin's face - everything inside her shifted.

But not in the way she expected.

She wasn't angry.

She wasn't hurt.

She wasn't even jealous.

She was... breathless.

Not because of them.

But because her mind, her body, her entire being was suddenly flooded with one image-

YN.

YN's lips.

YN's warmth.

That quiet kiss in the makeup room.

The way it felt to taste YN's breath.

The way her fingers trembled for hours after.

And in that moment, Hana finally admitted something to herself she had been avoiding for years-

It was never about Jimin.

Not truly.

Not even in the beginning.

She had mistaken affection for love. Safety for desire. Familiarity for passion.

But what she felt with YN?

That was real.

And she was in love with a woman.

She stepped back from the doorway slowly, heart pounding - not with heartbreak, but with awakening.

Whispering only to herself:

"I don't want him...

I want YN."

---

The rooftop garden above the studio building was quiet, lit only by the warm string lights the crew had forgotten to take down from last week's celebration wrap. The air was cool, and the distant sound of cars below felt almost dreamlike.

Jimin sat on the bench alone, sipping from a paper cup of lukewarm coffee. His mind was still in the rehearsal room - still spinning from Yoongi's kiss, from the way his body had leaned in without fear.

From the way it felt right.

Then-

Footsteps.

He looked up.

Hana.

She stood still for a moment, not smiling, not frowning. Just watching him.

"Hey," she said gently.

Jimin shifted, patting the empty space beside him. "Hey."

She sat down. The silence between them wasn't awkward - not tonight. It was the kind of silence people share when they both know something important is about to be said.

"I saw you," Hana whispered.

Jimin looked at her slowly. "With Yoongi-hyung?"

Hana nodded. "Yeah."

A pause.

"Are you... mad?" Jimin asked, voice uncertain.

She shook her head. "No. Actually... I think I needed to see it."

Jimin blinked. "What do you mean?"

Hana turned to him, eyes glistening-not from sadness, but relief.

"Jimin... we're cousins. And I think we both got caught up in something that wasn't real. We cared about each other - a lot. But it wasn't love. Not the kind that keeps you up at night. Not the kind that makes your chest ache."

Jimin's eyes softened. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"You didn't," she said quickly, shaking her head. "Because I realized something tonight too."

Jimin looked at her, waiting.

"I like someone," Hana said, smiling nervously. "Actually... I think I more than like her."

Jimin raised his eyebrows.

Hana breathed out, slowly. "It's YN."

Silence again. But this time, Jimin's face broke into a soft, surprised smile.

"Seriously?"

Hana nodded, cheeks burning. "It started with that accidental kiss. But when we kissed again... it wasn't a mistake. I wanted it. I still want it. And... I think I've always liked girls. I just didn't let myself believe it."

Jimin turned, looking out at the city lights.

"Funny," he said after a pause. "Because I think I've always liked guys. And I think... I've been falling for Yoongi-hyung."

They both laughed - soft, genuine, and full of relief.

Hana reached out, grabbing his hand.

"So we both weren't pretending to love each other," she said. "We just... didn't know what love really looked like until now."

Jimin nodded. "Yeah. Until now."

They sat there, side by side, not as almost-lovers, not as something they were never meant to be - but as family, finally honest with themselves and each other.

The weight they'd both been carrying?

Lifted.

And for the first time in a long time...

They felt free.

---

TIME SKIPS

Six months later........

The cameras were packed away.

The final edit was done.

The movie had ended.

But for Jimin, Yoongi, YN, and Hana-something far more important had begun.

It was late evening, and the four of them sat tucked away at a quiet rooftop lounge café - a small celebration, just for them. Fairy lights flickered overhead, casting a warm glow over the table as music played low in the background.

Jimin leaned comfortably against Yoongi's shoulder, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he scrolled through old behind-the-scenes photos on his phone. Yoongi sat beside him, arms crossed but expression relaxed - his thumb gently rubbing over Jimin's knee under the table.

Across from them, Hana and YN sat side by side, their hands loosely intertwined on Hana's thigh. YN leaned slightly into Hana's shoulder, cheeks glowing in the warmth of both the light - and Hana's quiet gaze.

No scripts. No pressure. Just four people who had found something deeper than what they ever expected.

Jimin grinned, nudging Yoongi gently. "You know, hyung... I thought you were scary the first day we met."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "I was scary."

YN laughed. "You were terrifying. Especially when you gave that speech about punctuality."

"You mean the 'if you're not ten minutes early, you're late' speech?" Hana teased, sipping her drink.

"Exactly that," Jimin nodded, then glanced up at Yoongi, smile softening. "But turns out, the scary producer has a soft spot for dancers."

Yoongi didn't respond right away. He simply leaned in and kissed Jimin's temple gently - a quiet, wordless response that made Jimin's cheeks turn pink.

Across the table, YN and Hana exchanged smiles.

Hana reached out and tucked a loose strand of YN's hair behind her ear, fingers lingering just a second too long. YN looked up at her with a fond, teasing smirk.

"You're doing that again," YN said.

"Doing what?" Hana asked, pretending to play innocent.

"That thing where you touch me and act like it's no big deal when you know exactly what it does to me."

Hana grinned, leaning in. "What can I say? I'm still obsessed."

YN blushed, but didn't look away. "Good."

Jimin watched the two of them and chuckled. "You know, this has to be the weirdest happy ending ever. The four of us, dating each other."

"Speak for yourself," Yoongi said dryly. "I think it's pretty damn perfect."

Hana nodded. "Honestly? I came into that shoot thinking I was in love with jimin. And I walked away... in love with YN."

YN squeezed her hand gently. "And I walked in focused on the movie. You distracted me."

"Glad I did," Hana whispered.

Jimin leaned his head against Yoongi's shoulder again. "Same here. I didn't know what I was looking for until I found hyung."

Yoongi glanced at him sideways. "That's cheesy, even for you."

"Still true," Jimin muttered, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

And for a moment, the table went quiet - not with awkwardness, but with peace.

Because here they were.

Two couples.

Four best friends.

One unforgettable journey.

They came together for a movie...

And ended up with love stories no script could've written better.

---

Yoongi's apartment was exactly how the others imagined it - sleek, clean, with black-and-white artwork on the walls and shelves lined with old records and camera equipment.

But tonight, it wasn't quiet or serious like usual.

It was full of laughter, cake crumbs, and a whole lot of cuddling.

The four of them sat around Yoongi's living room - lights dimmed, a soft candle flickering on the coffee table, and the scent of vanilla cake lingering in the air.

Jimin sat snuggled into Yoongi's chest, both of them covered under a soft grey blanket. YN and Hana shared the big floor bean bag, Hana's legs draped over YN's lap, YN absentmindedly playing with the hem of Hana's oversized hoodie.

A half-eaten cake sat on the table in front of them - white frosting, strawberries on top, and the words written in pink:

"To Us - The Real Ending."

Jimin had insisted on the message.

"Okay, okay," Hana grinned, fork in hand. "But Yoongi cutting the cake without smiling once? Iconic behavior."

"I smiled a little," Yoongi muttered.

"No, you didn't," Jimin teased. "You scowled lovingly."

YN giggled. "That's Yoongi's version of smiling. Let him live."

They all laughed again.

The TV flickered softly as a classic romantic movie played - warm scenes of slow dances, whispered confessions, rain-soaked kisses.

Halfway through, Jimin reached for more popcorn, still curled into Yoongi's side.

"You know," Jimin mumbled, "This is my ideal night. Love. Cake. Bad movie dialogue. Blanket cuddles."

Yoongi looked down at him. "You say that like I didn't plan it exactly for you."

Jimin smiled, eyes soft. "You did?"

Yoongi leaned down, kissing his hair. "Every part."

Across the room, Hana leaned her head on YN's shoulder.

"This movie is so cheesy," she whispered.

YN chuckled. "You secretly love it."

"I only love it because you're here," Hana whispered, brushing YN's jaw with her knuckles.

YN turned her head, and their eyes met - warm, sleepy, and full of something unspoken.

A kiss came naturally - slow, soft, familiar.

Meanwhile, Jimin glanced over and grinned. "Look at our best friends being adorable."

"Jealous?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jimin nodded dramatically. "Very."

Yoongi pulled him closer. "Want me to kiss you in slow-mo under a blanket too?"

"Yes, please."

So Yoongi kissed him - quietly, deeply - as the movie played on in the background.

And in that room filled with flickering light and melted frosting and tangled limbs, the four of them knew one thing for sure-

The movie might've ended...

But their story was just beginning.

---

Sunlight slipped through the pale curtains of Yoongi's apartment, casting a soft golden glow over the room.

The living room was a gentle mess - blankets tangled, a few cake plates abandoned, and a single sock (Jimin's) lying tragically on the floor.

On the couch, Jimin stirred, eyes still closed, his head resting on Yoongi's chest. One arm was tucked beneath the blanket, the other lazily thrown across Yoongi's waist.

Yoongi was already awake - but he hadn't moved.

He never did when Jimin slept like this. Peacefully. Like he belonged exactly here.

Jimin shifted slightly and groaned, voice muffled. "Hyung... are we dead?"

"No," Yoongi said softly. "Just sleepy and in love. Go back to sleep."

"Mmm. Tempting."

Jimin snuggled closer.

Meanwhile, across the room, on the giant beanbag-

YN blinked awake, her nose squished against Hana's collarbone.

Hana had one arm wrapped around YN's waist and one leg tangled with hers.

YN smiled sleepily, lifting her head just enough to look at Hana.

"You drooled on my hoodie."

Hana opened one eye, mock offended. "I did not."

"You did," YN giggled. "You owe me coffee for this betrayal."

"Deal," Hana murmured, tugging YN back down into the cuddle. "But only if you make the toast."

By the time all four of them dragged themselves into the kitchen, it was a quiet morning mess of yawns, bedhead, and oversized T-shirts.

Yoongi stood at the stove in a loose black shirt and sweatpants, making eggs like a silent pro. Jimin hovered behind him, arms wrapped around Yoongi's waist like a koala, his face pressed into his back.

"I love you," Jimin mumbled.

Yoongi smirked. "Because I'm feeding you?"

"Yes. And because your back is warm."

Meanwhile, Hana sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, hair in a messy bun, watching YN fumble with the toaster.

"You always act like the toaster is out to kill you," Hana teased.

YN poked her tongue out. "Because it is. Last time it launched bread at me."

"Dramatic," Hana laughed, hopping down to help. "Here, let me."

YN passed her the bread with a grin, stealing a kiss on Hana's cheek as she did. "Thanks, girlfriend of the year."

Jimin turned around, eyes narrowing. "Excuse me? We're doing girlfriend awards now?"

"You'd lose," Hana teased.

"Excuse you-" Jimin gasped.

Yoongi placed a cup of coffee in front of Jimin without a word. "Here. Bribe. Quiet him."

It worked.

As they all sat down at the small kitchen table - mismatched mugs in hand, laughter flowing between bites of toast and eggs

---

The kitchen was filled with laughter and warmth as Yoongi playfully ran his fingers through Jimin's hair while Hana did the same with you.

As we all stood there, Jimin leaned back into Yoongi's touch, closing his eyes with a soft smile. Hana wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder as she continued to gently play with your hair

Yoongi leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Jimin's lips, savoring the moment. Hana mirrored the action, her soft lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. The kitchen fell silent for a moment, the only sounds being the soft rustling of hair and the gentle whispers of affection.

As the kiss broke, Jimin turned his head to the side, his cheek resting against Yoongi's chest. Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin, holding him close. Hana spun you around in her arms, pulling you into a tighter hug as she buried her face in your neck.

Hana let out a soft sigh, melting into your touch as you gently massaged her breasts through her clothes. She tilted her head up to look at you, her eyes filled with desire and affection. Meanwhile, Yoongi had started to trail soft kisses down Jimin's neck, making him shiver with pleasure.

Hana's breath hitched as your gentle touches became more deliberate, while Yoongi noticed Jimin's slight shiver and smirked, knowing exactly what effect he was having. Through the corner of his eye, he saw what you were doing to Hana, exchanging a knowing glance with you both.

"Mhm," Hana moaned softly as your hands continued to knead her breasts slowly. She unconsciously arched her back, pushing herself more into your touch. Meanwhile, Yoongi sucked gently on Jimin's neck, making him grab onto Yoongi's shirt tightly. "Baby,"

Hana pulled you closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Touch me more," she begged softly. Yoongi lifted Jimin up onto the kitchen counter, stepping between his legs and pressing their bodies together. He looked over at you both briefly before returning his attention back to Jimin.

Hana helped you remove her clothing, her breathing becoming heavier with anticipation. Meanwhile, Yoongi's hands slid under Jimin's shirt, slowly pulling it off while they continued to kiss passionately. The kitchen was filled with soft moans and the rustling of fabric as clothes hit the floor.

With Hana now naked, you turned her around and pushed her against the counter. Yoongi had also removed Jimin's pants, leaving them both naked from the waist down. Yoongi lifted Jimin's legs around his waist as you positioned yourself between Hana's legs.

"Please," Hana whispered, her eyes begging you to continue. She reached out her hand to touch your face tenderly as you positioned yourself at her entrance. Yoongi was already slowly pushing into Jimin from behind.

"Ahh~" Hana moaned loudly as your tongue found its way to her clit, sucking and licking it gently. "Fuck," Yoongi groaned, Jimin's tightness around his member feeling incredible. "Mmm~ Ahhh~"

As you continued to eat Hana out, your fingers spread her lips open, allowing you to bury your face deeper. Yoongi started to pound into Jimin, causing him to arch his back and cry out in pleasure. "Yoongi hyung...Ahh! Fuck!" Jimin moaned loudly.

Hana's hands gripped your hair tightly as you brought her close to orgasm with your skilled tongue. Meanwhile, Yoongi reached around to jerk Jimin off roughly while continuing his aggressive thrusts. Jimin was a mess of moans and pleas, "Harder... please..." He begged Yoongi desperately.

With a loud scream, "Ahhh! I'm cumming!" Hana's body shook as she reached her climax, her juices coating your face. The sight of Hana cumming pushed Jimin over the edge, "Fuck! Yoongi! I'm cumming too!"

As Jimin came, his hot cum spilling over Yoongi's hand, Hana's body continued to tremble from her orgasm. Yoongi quickly pulled out of Jimin.

Hana carefully carried you to the couch, laying you down gently before crawling on top of you and kissing you deeply. Jimin did the same with Yoongi, laying him beside you on the couch and immediately capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. He straddled Yoongi's waist possessively.

Hana broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, her hands roaming over your body possessively. Jimin did the same to Yoongi, his hands gripping Yoongi's hair as he kissed him deeply, grinding his hips down on Yoongi's stomach.

Hana smiled against your skin as she heard you moan her name, her hand wrapping around your boobs slowly while kissing and biting at your collarbone. Meanwhile, Jimin was kissing Yoongi aggressively, his hand reaching down to jerk Yoongi off roughly.

Hana's tongue trailed down your body until it reached your pussy, her eyes meeting yours as she slowly licked up your slit. You moaned loudly, "Ahhh~ Hana!" She spread your legs wider to get better access and started eating you out enthusiastically.

Jimin was now sucking on Yoongi's neck as he jerked him off, his own dick hard and pressing against Yoongi's stomach. Yoongi moaned loudly, his hands gripping Jimin's hair tightly as he watched Hana eat out your pussy with wild abandon. "Fuck..."

Hana's tongue circled your clit before she started sucking on it, her fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy. You screamed in pleasure, "H-Hana! I'm gonna... Ahh!" Jimin looked up to see you thrashing on the couch, your face contorted in pleasure.

Hana curled her fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot just as she sucked hard on your clit. You came undone, screaming "I'M CUMMING!" Your pussy clenched tightly around Hana's fingers as you squirted, drenching her face and the couch.

The sight of you squirting all over Hana's face was too much for Yoongi. He moaned loudly, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jimin quickly wrapped his mouth around Yoongi's dick just as he started coming, swallowing every drop of Yoongi's hot cum.

While Jimin was still cleaning Yoongi's dick with his tongue, Hana crawled up your body to kiss you passionately, sharing your taste with you. You could see Jimin and Yoongi making out next to you, hands roaming over each other's naked bodies. "Round two?"

Jimin looked at Yoongi with a smirk, pulling away from their kiss just enough to respond. "You can fuck them if they want it," Jimin said, glancing over at Hana and then back at Yoongi.

As Yoongi began to kiss you slowly and deeply, Hana pulled Jimin's face towards hers and started kissing him just as passionately. You could feel Yoongi's hard dick pressing against your leg as he continued to kiss you. "Mmmph..." Jimin moaned against Hana's mouth.

"You like that, don't you?" Yoongi said with a smirk, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust up against your pussy. You could see Hana bouncing on Jimin's dick just a few feet away, their bodies slapping together loudly. "Mmm... Yoongi..."

Yoongi suddenly lifted you up and placed you on his lap so that you were straddling him. He broke the kiss to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting while grinding his hard cock against your wet pussy. Hana pushed Jimin down onto the couch and climbed on top of him.

Yoongi, growing more aroused by the sight of Jimin and Hana fucking, decided to take things further. He quickly positioned himself at your entrance and thrust up into you in one smooth motion. You gasped loudly as he filled you completely. "Ahhhh!"

Yoongi started moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you with increasing intensity. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he pulled you down onto his cock. You could hear Hana moaning loudly as Jimin pounded into her from below.

Suddenly, Jimin sat up and grabbed Hana by the hair, pulling her off his dick and turning her around so she was facing you and Yoongi. He stood up and walked over to where you were riding Yoongi, his hard cock glistening with Hana's juices. "Switch,"

Yoongi pulled out of you and pushed you off his lap. Jimin quickly took his place, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap so that you were now straddling him. He entered you easily with a satisfied groan, his hands gripping your hips. "Ride me,"

Jimin grinned, his hips thrusting up to meet your movements. "Just like that, baby," he groaned, his hands squeezing your breasts as you rode him hard. Meanwhile, Yoongi moved behind Hana, positioning himself at her entrance and thrusting into her without hesitation.

"Damn," Yoongi cursed as he pounded into Hana from behind. He watched as you bounced on Jimin's dick, your tits bouncing with each movement. "You two look so damn hot,"

"Fuck, yes!" Jimin shouted as you rode him harder, his hands gripping your hips tightly. Yoongi was pounding into Hana from behind, his hands reaching around to play with her tits as he fucked her hard and fast.

Suddenly, Yoongi grabbed Hana's arms and pulled them back behind her, making her arch her back. He started fucking her so deeply that her body was pressed against Jimin's back as you rode him. Hana's face was now inches from yours as you both got fucked simultaneously.

Hana looked into your eyes, her mouth open in a moan as Yoongi fucked her from behind. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours in a heated kiss while Yoongi continued pounding into her. Jimin gripped your hips tighter as he watched the two of you kiss.

Yoongi's movements became erratic as he felt his orgasm approaching. He slammed into Hana one final time before burying himself deep and holding her down as he came inside her with a loud groan. At the same moment, Jimin pulled you down onto his cock and exploded inside you too.

---

The room was quiet now.

Not the kind of silence that felt empty - but the kind that wrapped itself around the four of them like a blanket. Slow, steady breaths. Tangled limbs. Skin warm from closeness.

It wasn't just a night of intimacy.

It was the night everything settled into place.

On the couch, Jimin lay with his cheek pressed to Yoongi's bare chest, his fingers lightly tracing slow circles on his boyfriend's stomach.

Yoongi had one arm curled around Jimin's shoulders, the other resting behind his head. His eyes were closed, hair slightly messy, the corners of his mouth tilted in the softest, sleepiest smile.

"You're still awake?" Yoongi murmured, voice husky and low.

"Mhm," Jimin whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Didn't want this to end."

Yoongi opened one eye, looking down at him.

"It's not ending," he said simply. "This is the part that stays."

Across the room, in the soft dimness of the bedroom, YN and Hana lay beneath one of Yoongi's oversized blankets - wrapped in each other like ivy.

YN had her head on Hana's shoulder, her leg thrown gently over Hana's waist. Their fingers were laced between them, resting between their hearts.

"Are you okay?" Hana whispered, running her fingertips across YN's back.

YN nodded slowly, eyes closed. "More than okay."

A pause.

"I didn't know it could feel like this," YN added softly. "Like... after everything. I still feel full. Not empty."

Hana kissed YN's forehead, her voice barely audible. "That's what it's supposed to feel like."

They didn't need to speak much after that.

Jimin was still playing with Yoongi's fingers now, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to his shoulder. Every now and then, he'd mumble something like "I like your heartbeat" or "Don't let go."

Yoongi never answered with words.

He just held him tighter.

And in the next room, Hana brushed YN's hair back gently as they drifted off - her hand staying protectively over YN's chest, like a silent promise.

Four people.

Two couples.

No pretending. No masks.

Just warmth, breath, skin, and soul.

Wrapped in each other.

Held close.

Finally - home.

---

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