Jungkook watched the big raindrops pop on his little ceiling window while he listened to the rattle of the thunderstorm, that had caused them to close the fun fair much too early today. Tae and Jimin lied on the beds on the lower level, rustling with the sheets because the inability to fall asleep this early was dragging on everyone's nerves. They were used to going to bed around three or four in the morning, so trying the same at nine in the evening while praying that all the cabin covers on the machine would withstand the howling wind was a useless attempt of killing time.

Jungkook tried to make out if the darkness was caused by the nearing sundown or the thunderclouds but was at loss because of how black the sky was. It had been a long time since a storm had been this violent; back then the machine had been damaged so bad that it had caused them financial loss for the rest of the autumn season. But that had been years ago. Still, Jungkook felt like he could feel his boss' anxiety weighing down on his own chest.

Being caught up in old memories, the sound of kissing and whispers was something he registered with a little delay because it mixed too well with the clatter of rain on the camper walls. Once he realized it though, he held his breath in panic. It was not like Tae and Jimin had never been kissing in front of him, but they never had a damn make-out session in the darkness while he was within earshot. What were they thinking? That he would not hear? Would not mind? Did he connoted something like this when he told Tae that he was not jealous?

Jimin moaned.

Well, fuck. Kissing he might have been able to endure, but moans? And of course Taehyung had to join the sound background. Of fucking course. Because it was so realistic that Jungkook was sleeping at this time and with such a storm endangering his income. Damn exhibitionists! God, how he loved these little whimpers that escaped the redhead so seemingly unconscious. Such desperate little sounds of wanton need that send pulses of arousal through Jungkook's stomach, straight to his dick.

"It looks like a human and it's squishy enough to be a human, but it's too perfect to be a human," Taehyung's playful voice broke the tense vibe of the situation with his adorable dorkiness. Their boss was a silly idiot sometimes, but that just made him so much more lovable than looks ever could.

Anyway, Jimin's giggles followed by a sharp intake of air told a totally different story; one that irked Jungkook's primal instincts much stronger. "Stop ex-h-aggerating," the orange-haired replied, interrupted by a gasp before his breath became heavier and, to the delight of Jungkook's lust-drunken last braincell, more audible with every heave.

When Taehyung joined the canon of airy breathing and cut-off moans, he decided that he was too curious not to take a look. So, he rolled onto his stomach as quietly as possible to peek over the rim of his crow's nest. If they did not make an effort to keep it private, he was not at fault for being tempted, was what he thought. He reconsidered that though when the picture of two very perfect naked and entangled bodies was illuminated by a flashlight and then left to melt into a glossy knot of moving and grinding body parts in the dim darkness of the camper.

Little groans and wet sounds of kissing erupted from the moving form before one of the two lovebirds decided that he wanted to see something and turned on the light next to Taehyung's bed. Now Jungkook was confronted with the highly detailed truth in form of the softly illuminated sight of two large hands kneading a bubble bum, that was undoubtedly Jimin's, while a long very hard dick, that was pressed in-between the two cheeks, was growing bigger impatiently. This was by far more arousing than what his mind had conjured up in the shadows.

Jungkook swallowed hard.

Why were they torturing him like this? Why were they tempting him? Seducing him and satisfying him with the fulfilment of his deepest dirtiest desires?

Jungkook slid his hand down to his own hardening length while watching Taehyung's brushing over Jimin's hole over and over again in an almost innocent way until the smaller became impatient and sat up to reach for the lube bottle that appeared from somewhere Jungkook did not notice because he was too high on the sight of the orange-haired man's perfect ass and the little white drop that rolled down Taehyung's thick dick. Jungkook wanted to lick it. He wanted to lick up the long shaft, close his mouth around the tip and feel that velvety skin under his lips while tasting the deliciously glistening drops of cum. His tongue was on autopilot when he stuck it out to act upon the impulse of his body, but he tasted nothing but the dryness of his pillow. God, he wanted more, so much more than just watching.

Two slicked-up fingers came into his sight and pushed into Jimin's hole, and Jungkook moaned together with the other two when they sunk in without resistance. He so wanted to feel this. He wanted to know how it felt to have those tight muscles closing around his digits, the warm walls hugging his fingers while he pumped them in and out, causing an obscene amount of lube to go everywhere. In and out, in and out. His hips began to roll in the rhythm of Taehyung's hand, his eyes transfixed on where the long fingers vanished inside the place he wanted to explore too.

Three fingers, four. And Jungkook had had to stop himself from coming twice. Jimin was riding Taehyung's hand by now with clipped sharp moans and the crimson's face showed pure bliss even without being in the place his dick undoubtedly urged for. Instead, the redhead's eyes were glued to Jimin's face, glossed-over with the haze of lust, and his mouth was opened in silent moans while he watched Jimin exhausting himself on just his fingers.

"Don't you want to put it in?" the orange-haired asked breathlessly. Jungkook wished he could see his face as well, although Jimin's backside was not bad at all.

"Uhu," Taehyung elicited dumbly, something Jungkook could relate to, and watched his boyfriend emtranced when he lifted himself off the fingers and sunk down on the thick shaft Jungkook had literally been drooling over for the past minutes. The raven tightened his grip around his own erection while he drowned in the picture of that tasty dick being sucked in by Jimin's ass.

"Oh, fuck," Taehyung groaned and threw his head back in a kind of bliss Jungkook could not even imagine. "So good...so... ah-good..."

"Tell me how I feel," Jimin moaned with his head thrown back, riding the thick shaft of his boyfriend just as desperately as he had been riding his fingers. "Tell me how tight I am," the orange-haired almost shouted, "how much you love it!" A long whine cascaded over Jimin's lips and his hips bounced faster on the obscenely glistening length he impaled himself with.

"You're so tight and hot, I -ah- I want to stay inside you forever," Taehyung groaned in-between those little high whimpers Jungkook loved so much. "Faster, please faster," the crimson pleaded and pulled Jimin down against his chest to lift his own hips and take the lead, plunging into the tight slickness. And Jungkook watched delighted. He was hypnotized. Mesmerized by the giant erection that was moving in and out of the glossy ring between those two perfect buttocks. The flexing muscles of Taehyung's thighs and calves when the redhead tried to speed up even more. Jimin's moans and cries of pleasure that undoubtedly could be heard outside the camper as well. All while Jungkook could feel himself rushing closer to another orgasm that he would and could not hold back this time. His skin felt raw, and oversensitive, and so fucking good that his brain was mush.

In an overly confident moment of cockiness, he averted his gaze to look at his boss' face. Two dark eyes stared back at him. Taehyung saw him, saw him watching them, and undoubtedly knew what his hand was busy with in his precum-sticky trousers. But, shit, that was hot! Pressing the tip of his dick into the mattress, he felt the orgasm washing over him with a force that knocked every last bit of sense out of him, and forced him, in a streak of childish pride, to stare back while he could feel his cum smearing his palm, stomach and pants. Warm and sticky and kind of gross. He rode it out, pressing his circling hips into the mattress to enjoy the rough friction and staring at his boss through the heavy haze of satisfaction. And then Taehyung came. Balls-deep in Jimin's ass he moaned out his orgasm, hips spasming so hard that Jungkook was almost sure he could feel that dick pulsing his own ass, but eyes fixing Jungkook with a quiet determinism that made the raven's skin prickle.

When reality finally was creeping back into Jungkook's body, he pulled back his head and curled into a ball on his futon. He had fucked it up! He had fucking ruined it just because he could not keep it in his pants! Well, technically he had kept it in his- irrelevant. Taehyung knew. His damn boss knew about his obscene desire. He was so fucked!

> 5th night <

"I'm so confused, Joon. I don't understand my life anymore. Everything suddenly turns upside-down. I feel dizzy," Taehyung said, looking up at Namjoon who stood above him, arms propped-up on the railing in front of his lottery truck.

"Life's like your breakdance machine," Joon rasped. "You go in circles, but because of the loops the seats do, you think you make decisions and take turns. But in the end, you still go in circles... until you get off."

Taehyung let the green lolli pop from his mouth. "What happens after you get off?" he asked.

Namjoon stayed silent for a while. "Maybe you'll buy a second round because albeit you went in circles you were happy. Or you go, choosing another carousel. Maybe scooter, to have the feeling of being in control a little more, until you realize that it's still just bumping against each other in a narrow space." Taehyung offered the older his lollipop and Namjoon accepted it with a nod.

Silence.

"This sounds pretty unsatisfying," the crimson said after he received his sweet back.

Namjoon tilted his head. "Well, maybe once you get off, there is no continuing, maybe there is just watching and remembering and soft smiles... Or there is nothing." Taehyung's eyebrows rose. "I'd prefer nothing," Namjoon resumed his musings, "I've had enough noise for seven lifes. I'd gladly accept blank peace."

Taehyung was quiet for a moment. Then, "So, you say there is no point in thinking about decisions? In the end there is just one way you can go down? Isn't that sad?"

"It's easy."

"Is easy good?"

"Easy mostly is simple. And simple things are less fragile," Joon concluded.

Taehyung chuckled. "The simpler the plan, the better it'll work out?"

Now, his purple-haired friend smiled as well.

"So, you say that just taking what is given to you is the best way to go?" Taehyung asked with a lopsided grin.

"It's simple. Sometimes we need simple in our life," Loony Joon closed. "Especially after a dizzying ride."

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