An Encounter in their high school locker room changed Jimin's view, it leaves him unsettled. He is infected by troubling thoughts and dreams. Who will provide him peace now?
Hoseok waits patiently for me to finish stretching. Is he aware of how anxious I am feeling, of the effect he is having on me? We jog back to the locker room side by side. At our lockers, he bends to unlace his shoes, giving me another view of his ass.
My cock starts to swell again, so I turn my back to him to get into my locker and get changed as quickly as possible. I have gotten into my jeans, but not my shirt, when I hear him speak. "You seem like a pretty good dancer."
I turn and see that he is also shirtless, and is still in his little blue shorts. His chest and belly are slick with sweat. I feel flush and know that my cheeks and forehead must be bright red.
"Thanks," I say. "You too." I see him look at me for a beat, taking in my body. Then he meets my gaze again and squints.
"Damn, Jimin, you're a fucking beast," he says. I laugh, awkwardly, and look down at my body, turning my palms toward him in tacit acknowledgment of his comment. I don't know what to say.
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I see the sweaty broad pecs, the muscles of my arms. I'd been ribbed all through school for being fat. Is he making fun of me?" I wish I could remember how I know you," he says.
"We never...?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me as he trails off, questioningly. Adrenaline hits my stomach. "Never what?" I ask.
My voice cracked and sounds were inappropriately loud. "Hmm, I don't know," he says, using his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his chest. He is looking at me so oddly.
He turns back to his locker to finish changing. I do the same. After a moment, I hear his locker slam shut.
"See you on Thursday, man," he says, walking off."Yeah," I say. I watch him go.
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My heart is still beating like crazy and I can feel the blood pulsing up into my head. My cock, once again, is rock-hard. I consider going back into the stalls to jerk off, but instead, I just sit on the bench for a minute and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath and come back to my senses.
"I'm not fucking gay," I mouth to myself. "No fucking way," I repeat these phrases to myself over and over. Eventually, my head spins back into control.
I regain a sense of calm just as a bunch of other guys comes into the locker room, whooping and yelling. I stand up and collect my things. I see that Jamie has left his shirt on the bench.
Impulsively, I grab it and leave the locker room. Back in my dorm room, I throw my bag and Hoseok's shirt onto the floor. I strip out of my clothes and wrap myself in a towel, then go to my computer to check my email.
I am reading a mass email from one of my chem TAs when my roommate Taemin walks in."Hi Taemin shi," I say, glancing at him. He doesn't answer and looks a little annoyed.
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I had been matched with Taemin randomly this year. He is really quiet, quieter than me, and we are still getting to know each other. We had agreed when we met at move-in that we didn't care if the other was undressed in the room, but the way he looks at me now makes me wonder if maybe he does care.
