Unknown Heroes ◆ JeonJungkook✔

Sixteen: Stiff Breeze In The Morning

If there's one thing I learned within the time Jungkook's lived with me, it's that both him and I bond in a really strange way.

We don't really spend time with each other (outside of the day-to-day living together, of course) and we don't even get a long, but occasionally we will have these small, but precious conversations and poof suddenly it feels like I've gained a friend more, though it was just Jungkook getting a step closer. I wondered if Jungkook felt the same, if these small moments we shared also helped him understand me, made him feel a little more like we could get along somehow.

But not right now, no.

Right now I was definitely not busying myself with thoughts about slowly building mutual trust, because it was 7 IN THE FUCKING MORNING and I was bringing JUNGKOOK HIS LAUNDRY.

"Oi, open up!" I banged against the door, letting myself in with the laundry basket hooked underneath my arm, "I've got your fucking laundry, asshole. Can you believe that?" Usually I'd never stomp into someone's room like that, because of personal experiences, but right now I was pretty damn angry at him and the world, "I'm not your fucking mother, prick."

May I have been busy with heaving the full basket inside a second ago, did the sight in front of me shut me up effectively.

There was fucking Jeon Jungkook with his dick in his hand, staring at me with eyes so wide they looked ready to pop out of their sockets, while he was kneeling on his bed butt ass naked, for some reason facing exactly the door while jerking off.

"Oh my god." I dropped the basket, turning around immediately, hand pressed against my poor eyes - which promptly caused me to walk against the doorframe.

"Uh- be careful?" He said a little dumbly.

"Shut up, I don't wanna hear your voice." I groaned, "Christ, I'll never be able to forget this." I'd be having nightmares for weeks.

-on a different note, this was pretty good drawing reference that had just burned itself into my mind there. Cursed but efficient.

"Well, I didn't expect you to just walk in on me, shitbag!" I heard fabric rustling and then the clicking of a belt, "You with your strict fucking closed-door policy and all. But nope you really are a fucking hypocrite!"

"Ayo, don't swear at me just 'cause you're embarrassed!"

"Am not!"

"Of course you are!"

"Am not! You saw my dick, what on it would I be embarrassed about, huh?" Jungkook sounded too cocky for someone who'd just been caught jacking off at 7am, "Be honest, are you really complaining?"

"Are you seriously asking this a victim of sexual assault, asshole?" I flipped him  off while going, on my way to cleanse my eyes with purified water and bleach.

"No, wait-" Jungkook stopped, horrified for a second, til he realized that my voice had been lacking genuine venom and was just filled with the usual snappiness, "Oh, you weren't- alright-"

"Just refrain from shoving your bare dick right into my face, please." I waltzed into the kitchen, forcing Jungkook to follow me.

"Uhm, yeah, sure." He was still distractingly shirtless, shamelessly washing his hands under the kitchen sink, "Maybe you should invest in door locks sometime. You, with your mysterious extra income and all."

I felt a little caught at his words, my mind having travelled to the source of my mysterious extra income while talking, "Yeah, maybe you're right." Locks would actually solve all of my current problems. Kinda.

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Jungkook wanted to jump out of a closed window. He wanted to swallow boiling water or throw himself into a cage of hungry lions. Or all at once.

God, if only she knew he'd been jerking off  because of her, she wouldn't have been as chill.

It didn't help that he was still painfully hard as he was talking to her in the kitchen. Not even her walking in on him had managed to somehow calm his raging boner - on the contrary, he had made the horrifying discovery that he might even be into that kinda stuff.

"I think imma look up where to get locks." She mumbled, apparently very pleased with the idea he'd just thrown in to distract from himself - which had worked, somehow.

"Yeah, go do that-" Jungkook rasped awkwardly, very urgently wanting to be alone right now.

"Don't tell me what do do, dick." She answered absentmindedly, out of habit, but turned in direction of her room anyways.

Jungkook saw light at the end of the tunnel, but then her phone notifications just had to fucking go off.

"Oh?" She reached for it, taking her sweet time. Jungkook was in pain, emotionally and physically, "That's mom." She sounded surprised.

"Is it that unusual that you have to answer that right now?" He really didn't want to sound suspicious, but her presence did not help with his hard-on.

"Dunno. Kinda." She smiled while typing an answer, which was weirdly wholesome given the situation Jungkook was in.

"We aren't that close." He heard it in her voice. It was one of those moments- where she opened up and talked about herself without thinking too deeply.

"That a bad thing?"

"Nah, we just work better when we... show our love from a distance, if that makes sense." She giggled, "You'd know what I mean if you knew her."

"Can't say the same thing about my mom." Jungkook said bluntly, sounding envious. If only his mother would be so prone to distance as Y/N and her mom.

She snorted, "I suppose not." Her fingers flew across her keyboard, soft smile on her lips.

The conversation seemed to having found an end here, making Jungkook stand up straight, "Well, Bambi, I'll go jerk off now. Don't enter my room."

She threw him an incredulous, borderline disgusted look as he left.

"Your confidence is fascinating, Jeon!" She shouted after him, making him cackle as he closed his door.

His heart was racing like crazy, fingers shaking when he unzipped his pants - the knowledge that she was somewhere on the other side of the room, knowing what he was doing shouldn't have been that appealing to him, but here we are.

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just closeted perverts doing their thing

also-

he's so gorgeous please

xx