Jimin couldn't tell Taehyung of his date with Namjoon tonight. Neither could Taehyung tell Jimin he would be out with Seokjin.

"Good luck with your project Tae," Jimin smiled as he watched his friend grab his lenses. "Don't hit on the model too much."

"Have fun at the movies!"

The two couldn't lie to each other—They lived together for crying out loud. Keeping a secret wasn't lying as long as you didn't lie to keep said secret. Jimin knew that was ethical and followed his morals. Taehyung didn't care for ethics but much more of what would hurt his best friend less which... was still sort of moral.

The pink haired boy made his way down to the cafe nearest to his apartment, seeing Namjoon's car parked and quickening his pace. The two had agreed to meet there and head to his house, even though Jimin knew where he lived, Namjoon insisted to drive him.

"It's what a proper date should do."

As Namjoon waited in his car, he received a text.

Yoongles: Hey, ethics dude

Joon: Not another one of your philosophical questions dude, I'm kinda busy

Yoongles: I really need help on this one

Joon: What is it?

Yoongles: Is it ethical to like two people?

Joon: From which perspective? Khan? Dancy?

Yoongles: Yours.

Namjoon frowned. I'm not a specialized philosopher, just some dude with a PhD. What the fuck should I know?

Joon: It's normal for the human brain to be attracted to more than one person

Yoongles: I don't mean it like that

Yoongles: Joon, what if I can't imagine myself without one of them?

That caught the professor off guard. Yoongi never asked for relationship advice, he rarely ever heard of his love interests as he kept to himself when it came to that kind of stuff.

Joon: Modern relationship wise, polygamy is accepted in a few countries. Love is love dude, as long as you're happy, who gives a shit about ethics.

It took a while for him to answer, but once he did, Namjoon's eyes widened.

Yoongles: It hurts hyung, this love shit. Why couldn't it be simple as just falling for one of them? Why it'd have to be the dude I made out with a year ago and the guy that looks up to me?

And just as he wanted to call him, ask him if he was okay, Jimin came knocking at his window.

Namjoon unlocks his car and Jimin gets in. "Hey! Ready to go?"

"Heck yeah! I love me some food!" The pink haired boy smiles cheekily.

Yoongi sighs as he stares at his phone. Of course, that's what he gets for expressing what he feels: Nothing.

Good thing he was tipsy enough to it slide. He sat on the bar, staring at his drink as he circled his small black straw along the rim of the crystal cup.

"Yoongi?"

The boy mentally groans, Of all people, you.

Hoseok sits down next to him. "Quite early for the bar, aint it?"

"Somewhere it's late enough to drink." Yoongi takes the drink to his lips and avoids looking at Hoseok.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Baby?" Yoongi chuckles to cover up a nervous cough. "Is that a new thing?"

"You know it isn't." Hoseok points at his drink. "Did that really made you forget our first meeting?"

The goth shakes his head as he downs his drink, nodding at the bartender for another one after his statement, "I don't really wanna talk about that."

"When will we?" Hoseok places his hand on top of Yoongi's arm. "Yoongi, we can't pretend that we didn't—"

"We didn't fuck, alright? We kissed, it ain't that deep."

The dancer sighs as he orders from the bartender delivering Yoongi's drink. "Tito's on cranberry please." He turns to his music partner and notices how his eyes are being avoided. "If it ain't that deep then why won't you look at me?"

Yoongi turns to his friend—he's trained himself to never look weak— yet somehow the choreographer's kind expression has his eyebrows furrowing.

"What do you want me to say? That it was a mistake?"

"I know it wasn't." He keeps eye contact, he's scared that if he looks away, Yoongi won't want to talk. "I want to know if you like me the way I like you."

At that, Yoongi's eyes widen. "I'm sorry?"

"Well, I thought it was obvious." Hoseok scratches his neck, taking a sip of his drink right afterwards, just as he keeps his gaze on Yoongi. "Unless you like someone else."

Yoongi then looks away and he sighs, head hanging low. "Couldn't tell ya. Pretty confused about how I feel right now."

"Yeah... about how it goes." The two finish their drinks, staring back at each other. "A sober kiss wouldn't kill you."

The older smirks. "What if I don't wanna kiss you?"

"You staring at my lips says other wise." Hoseok shrugs. "Unless you're suddenly cross eyed."

"Suddenly cross eyed, sorry." Yoongi looks away, and chills go through his whole body as he hears:

"You like Jungkook too?"

Yoongi places his cup down, and before the bartender grabs his cup to refill it, he shakes his hand at him. "Too?"

The brunette smiles. "Ever heard of being poly?"

"I know the concept." Yoongi looks down at his hands. "Never considered for myself until now."

"Yoongi," Hoseok grabs his hand and makes the other look at him. "I really like you. But I also really like Jungkook. And if you like the both of us, we can try and... I don't know, see if Jungkook somehow likes the both of us as well?"

"Heh, third time is the charm, trio is the perfect number after all." The two share a chuckle. The goth turns to his friend and smiles. "I'll take one sober kiss."

Hoseok smiles and leans in. "For Jungkook?"

Yoongi places his hands on Hoseok's neck. "For Jungkook."

And the two, feel deja vu to a memory they had repressed away. Yoongi's lips land on the dancer's, and like a rush of adrenaline, he can't repress those feelings anymore. Their lips are intertwined, and for a split second, they both feel complete.

The two realize then, that not only are they suddenly making out in the middle of a bar, but they aren't complete.

The two pull away, with slight smiles.

"So?"

"Good."

Hoseok laughs at the simple answer. "What's our plan?"

"Produce more music with Jungkook."

The dancer smirks, "So basically a bunch of masked dates as inspiration days?"

"Yup."

"Your thinking is sexy." Hoseok kisses his cheek, just as the younger being spoken about abruptly leaves the bar.

"Mmm," Jimin moans at the feeling in his mouth.

"You like that?"

"Best. Black bean. Noodles. Ever." Jimin continued eating, watching as Namjoon doesn't even touch his plate. "Are you done already?"

"Sorry, you just look cute when you eat."

Jimin smiles as he wipes his mouth. He notices that Namjoon's plate is actually empty. "So, what now?"

"Well," Namjoon stands up and grabs onto a small control and presses on it, to which a slow song starts playing. "I was thinking, slow dancing."

Jimin stands up, smiling, "Slow dancing it is."

Namjoon does an exaggerated bow. "My lord."

"My prince." Jimin giggles as he takes a hold of Namjoons hand and the two make their way to the living room, where Jimin can see it's the TV playing the music. "You really planned this for it to be a spontaneous invite."

Namjoon grabs a hold of his not... boyfriend... person's waist. "Maybe it wasn't so spontaneous."

The pink haired boy wraps his arms around his professor's neck. "Well, I'm pleased."

"I'm glad."

The two then just stare at each other as the sway together. At the silence between them, Namjoon spins Jimin around, and hugs him from behind, hands holding as the younger giggles.

"How ethically wrong are we right now?" Jimin asks as he leans his head back onto Namjoon's chest and shoulder.

"Very ethically wrong." Namjoon spins him back around and holds him closer. "But who cares about ethics when you've got such a master piece in front of you?"

Jimin blushes as he looks down. "For a nerd, you're too smooth."

"I'm glad, never had much practice. I was saving my moves for the right one." Namjoon stares down at Jimin as the younger stares back.

"So if I'm the right one, is that you asking me to be your boyfriend?"

The once composed teacher quickly looks away as he blushes. "I guess... I mean, unless you don't want to."

Jimin gets on his tip toes just as Namjoon looks back, leaning in to kiss him but he stops himself right as their lips almost touch. "Two dates don't win me over that easily."

Namjoon can't help but scoff as his date pulls away. "Sorry, no, no, you're not allowed to do that." He pulls the younger forward and peppers his cheeks with kisses.

Jimin giggles and moves his face so that Namjoon's kiss lands straight on his lips.

The older pulls away quickly. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

Jimin just giggles as he leans up and pecks him on the lips again. "You're allowed to kiss your boyfriend whenever."

Namjoon's smile is the biggest Jimin has ever seen him smile. "I got a boyfriend? Cause just a minute ago you said you—"

"Shush, shush, the past is in the past."

"You know, the present is technically the present past five minutes and future five minutes."

"Shut it you cute nerd."

"No you."

Jimin leans up and kisses him again.

Namjoon just smiles. "Fair point."

Taehyung was nervous. Shaking, even.

Here he was, in his professor's apparent favorite spot to take pictures. It made sense. A forest filled with cherry blossoms, even at this time of season. Critters run along, not bothered by any human presence, and the sun would pierce through the leaves just so gracefully, leaving streaks of light all around the forest.

"This is beautiful." Taehyung quickly takes out his camera and starts taking pictures of basically anything.

Seokjin smiles as he notices how Taehyung sticks his tongue out whenever he zooms in and focuses on anything, smiling right before he takes a picture. "Hey, I'm the model. Not the trees."

Taehyung turns and almost forgets what Seokjin had picked to wear. He was wearing a red sweatshirt underneath a black leather jacket, a pearl necklace that stuck close to his neck, tight blue jeans that complimented the outfit very well. Did he have to look good in anything? "Right, sorry."

Seokjin looks around. "Where do you wanna take these? That spot looks good, so does that one." He points around a few places, but Taehyung was already taking pictures of him. "Maybe..." Seokjin turns around and noticed how the camera is already on him. "Yah! I'm not ready!"

Taehyung giggles as he lowers the camera. "Sorry, sorry. You just look good." He gulps just as he realizes he said that. "Did I tell you I liked the new hair color?"

Seokjin shakes his head. "It's just black anyways. Natural, ya know?"

"I still like it." Taehyung looks around and spots a bush of strawberries. "Alright, take one of those strawberries and follow me."

Seokjin plucks a strawberry off the bush and follows Taehyung. There was something about his student that had him question a lot of things. Did he smile as well when he took pictures like how Taehyung did? Was he that happy about the things he loved?

When was the last time Seokjin smiled genuinely?

With Taehyung, actually. The joking around while cleaning cameras, the funny remarks during class, even without him there, his projects were always so easy on the eyes and it always brought a smile to the professor's face.

"Okay, here!"

Taehyung taps with his foot on a specific spot underneath some trees to which Seokjin follows.

As he steps back, he begins his instructions. "Just hold up the strawberry and look as attractive as possible."

The black haired professor scoffs. "Please, as if I could look any more attractive."

And yet he did, Seokjin help up the strawberry and without any hesitation looked straight at the camera, his eyes changed and his mouth gaped open just slightly.

Taehyung stuck his tongue out as he zoomed in, took a photo, zoomed out, took a photo. Just as he was about to tell him to change poses, his model did so. He changed his pose to holding the strawberry on his palm and staring at it. Zoom in, take a picture, change angle, take a picture.

It was quiet and there didn't need to be any exchanged words for a good ten minutes of just taking pictures.

Then suddenly, Seokjin—without even thinking about what he may be implying—slowly bites unto the strawberry, and instead of staring at the camera, he stares right at Taehyung.

Caught off guard he just stares in through the camera, but Seokjin stares back through the lens. What the actual fuck? Taehyung just takes picture, not sticking his tongue out, instead, Seokjin notices how he bites his lip.

But he stops himself from going any further just as he realizes, He's my student, I can't.

"Well, you'd get enough pictures? I'm kinda tired from all this walking." Seokjin just eats the rest of the strawberry before throwing what was left onto the soil.

Taehyung clears his throat as he turns off his camera. "Yeah, I think I'm good. You still owe me dinner though."

Seokjin pats his shoulder as he walks past him, a sly smirk on his face. "Another day."

Taehyung smiles to himself as he stares down at his camera. He knew he was winning him over after all.