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Seokjin stares out the window of the café, the cup of coffee going cold in front of him. It’s raining outside, a visual reflection of how he feels. Distantly, the bell on the café door rings as it opens, but he keeps his gaze trained outside.

Until he hears the voices — their voices.

He turns slowly, thankful that he chose a seat where he’s mostly hidden from the rest of the shop. There at the counter, stand the two people behind his current mood: Jeongguk and Jimin.

They’ve been avoiding him; rarely answering his messages or ignoring them completely, not to mention that up until this moment, he hasn’t seen them for weeks. Not since that night. If they realized that he was in this café, they probably would have turned back around and left.

He closes his eyes as a wave of sadness rolls over him, memories of that night coming to mind.

Jeongguk and Jimin crowd him on the dance floor, Jeongguk pulling Seokjin’s back against his chest while Jimin throws his arms around Seokjin’s shoulders. They dance for what feels like hours, hips moving to the beat, wandering hands caressing each other’s skin.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whispers in Seokjin’s ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

Seokjin nods, letting both of them lead him out of the club and into a taxi. Jimin gives the driver Seokjin’s address, but Seokjin doesn’t think twice about it. He’s too busy focusing on the warmth of their bodies pressed closed to his, the way Jeongguk’s hand settles on his thigh, the way Jimin’s hand grips his waist, the way—

“We’re here,” Jimin murmurs, and Seokjin blinks before turning to follow Jeongguk out of the car and up to his apartment.

He manages to open his apartment door with Jeongguk wrapped around him, pressing kisses to his neck, with Jimin encouraging him. Jimin yanks Seokjin through the door the moment he unlocks it, pressing him into the wall once they step through. Seokjin moans as Jimin slots a thigh between his legs, plush lips capturing his own, and kissing Jimin is exactly how he imagined it would be.

He feels Jeongguk’s hand come to his waist, his heat searing on his arm as he murmurs for Jimin to let him kiss Seokjin too. Jimin bites down on his lips before pulling away, and Seokjin barely gets a chance to take in his dark eyes before Jeongguk is gripping his chin and pulling him in for a kiss. Jeongguk commands the kiss, holding Seokjin’s face firmly as his tongue slips inside Seokjin’s mouth.

It’s a blur from there, the three of them managing to stumble to Seokjin’s bedroom. Jimin and Jeongguk take Seokjin apart in his sheets far into the night, the three of them collapsing together, coming down from hours of bliss.

Seokjin wakes up the next morning to cold sheets and an empty room.

He comes back to himself, blinking away the tears that threaten to spill from his eyes as he watches his two closest friends, the two people he’s come to love.

Jeongguk suddenly looks over, eyes widening when he takes in the sight of Seokjin where he’s sitting. Seokjin breaks eye contact, exhaling as he moves to quickly gather his things. He stands to leave, stopped by Jeongguk and Jimin walking up to him, several emotions flickering across their faces.

“Hyung,” Jimin whispers.

Seokjin shakes his head, and pushes past them.