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Seokjin knocks on the door, trembling after a long night working at the club. His worries his bottom lip, biting so harshly he’s surprised he’s yet to taste blood. He bows his head and squeezes his eyes shut, desperately trying to forget the trailing fingers, the overwhelming scents, the soft voices, the—

“Seokjin-hyung?”

Seokjin opens his eyes, exhaling before he looks up and meets Taehyung’s concerned gaze in the open doorway.

“Taehyung-ah, who’s at the door?” Namjoon’s voice sounds from farther in the apartment.

Taehyung frowns, before reaching out to grab Seokjin’s arm, and gently pulls him inside.

“Seokjin-hyung?” Namjoon murmurs, hurrying over to guide him into the living room while Taehyung shuts the door. “I thought… I thought you had work tonight?”

“I did,” Seokjing rasps, voice still rough from one of the “sessions” he had. They both sit on the couch, Seokjin angling his body towards Namjoon. Namjoon’s eyes widen, darting over to look at Taehyung who stands a few feet away.

It was something he did sometimes, coming to see the couple when some work nights were especially hard. He knows they want more with him, but he keeps them at a distance. Just enough to feel something other than the touch of his clients, but not enough to fall for them, at least not too deeply.

The last time he fell for someone, he regretted it. But it might be too late, he realizes as he sits on the couch, craving their touch, and for a fleeting moment, wanting more in the way that they want.

He looks down at his lap, playing with his fingers as he chews on his lip again, suddenly unsure of how to voice his request. It’s never been this hard before.

He’s brought out of his thoughts when he feels the couch dip as Taehyung settles in the seat behind him. Taehyung slowly slides a hand along his waist, and he closes his eyes when Taehyung leans forward.

“Seokjin-hyung,” Taehyung whispers, lips close to his ear. “Do you want us to help you forget?”

Seokjin nods without hesitation. “Please,” he whispers.

The tension leaves his body as Taehyung presses close, lips leaving gentle kisses on the column of his neck. He opens his eyes to look at Namjoon in front of them, expression unreadable before it clears and he’s moving forward to press their lips together.

Seokjin brings his hands to grip the front of Namjoon’s shirt, holding him close, needing him close. His lips part and Namjoon licks into his mouth, tongues sliding as the kiss grows messy and frenzied.

Namjoon leans forward to grip under his thighs, and Seokjin lets go of Namjoon’s shirt, sliding his hands up to wrap around the back of his neck as Namjoon lifts him. He wraps his legs around Namjoon’s waist, their lips locked in hot open mouthed kisses while Namjoon carries him down the hall to their bedroom, Taehyung close behind.

His back hits the mattress, Namjoon draping himself over him as he moves to kiss along his jaw and Taehyung captures his lips as he settles next to them. He sighs as he’s pressed into the sheets, wandering hands and lips going from gentle to frantic. They match the urgency he feels building inside of him, before it crashes over him in wave after wave of pleasure, just enough to help him forget.