Jungkook stared at his hands as he followed his bandmates backstage. He could still feel the soft material of Hoseok's outfit on his palms, the sensual music of the dance break still echoing in his ears. He was a complete and utter wreck, half-hard in his outfit and unable to tear his mind away from the fact that he'd just put his hands all over Hoseok. Sure, he'd done it all the time but it was somehow different from all the others.
He glanced up when he heard Hoseok giggle and something shifted inside him. Something dark and almost carnal that he couldn't control. Jungkook cleared his throat and, without thinking, called out, "Hobi hyung, could you come with me for a sec?"
It occurred to him that his frightening courage was brought on by the damn purple jumpsuit. Actually, he was fully aware of it but Jeon Jungkook was already a weak, weak man for Jung Hoseok and everyone reached their breaking point eventually.
Hoseok turned and smiled, nodding at Jungkook and breaking away from the others. His cheeks were still flushed from the performance, sweat gathering at his brow, bangs falling into his eyes. Jungkook wanted to take him apart piece by piece. Normally he wasn't so brash in his thinking. Despite the change that had occurred within him when he turned twenty-three, he still managed to be relatively shy around his hyungs when it came to things like asking for a blow job or someone to fuck. They'd told him over and over to just come out and say it. After all, none of them were shy about it, but it just made Jungkook nervous .
Or, at least, it did . Now he felt rejuvenated with a confidence he'd never felt before, his fingers only slightly trembling as he led Hoseok to the bathroom. They were taking a risk by sneaking off to a place where they could so easily be caught by a member of staff. Normally they would fuck when they made it back to the dorm or somewhere they knew no one would interrupt. But Jungkook knew his courage would fizzle out as soon as Hoseok took that off. It wouldn't last until they reached the dorm and he would choke on his own words, only dreaming of being able to shove his hyung against the wall and fuck him dumb.
He reached the bathroom and glanced around quickly. The dimly lit hallway was completely empty. Jungkook let out a quick sigh of relief and pushed the door open, grabbing Hoseok's delicate wrist at the same time and pulling him inside. As soon as the door closed behind them, Jungkook locked it and turned toward his hyung, feeling his entire demeanor change.
"You chose me on purpose for that choreo, didn't you?"
The corner of Hoseok's mouth turned upward slightly, despite the rest of his face feigning innocence and confusion. "What do you mean, Jungkookie? You were the best fit so I went with you."
Jungkook shook his head and took a step forward. "No. You chose me on purpose, I know you did. You could've gone to any of the others - Taehyungie hyung or Jiminie hyung, but you chose me. You wanted me to bring you back here and take you apart, didn't you?"
As he spoke, he took slow, deliberate steps toward the other, feeling a thrill run through him when Hoseok took his own steps until his back hit the door, lips parting. Jungkook wanted to bite them.
He shrugged. "Maybe I did. What will you do about it, hm?"
Hoseok was playing a dangerous game. He knew just how intense Jungkook could get. It had taken years to get him to open up as much as he had but they'd pulled him right out of his shell and introduced him to many new kinks. It was on them completely, really, but Jungkook wasn't complaining and, so far, none of the others had either. Hoseok was his favorite to play with. He was always so receptive, so easily breakable. Jungkook loved taking him apart, seeing him squirm before finally piecing him back together again.
"I think I'll turn you around and fuck you right against this door. That's what you want, right? I mean, it has to be why you chose me and decided to wear that outfit onstage," Jungkook said, nearly baring his teeth as he spoke.
