It was an uneventful weekend full of work, and Jungkook found himself wandering meticulously through the shared company building that housed the studios of the members. Originally, he had traveled there to record some samples for his latest solo track.
The problem was, Jungkook was severely uninspired. He sat at his computer for hours and had nothing to show for it. The only thing he accomplished in that time was responding to a few emails,
pressing a bunch of random buttons, and progressing a few levels in a video game he found weeks prior. So to clear his muddled head, he began pacing the halls, halfway hoping to run into another member to discuss with. The other half of him was the more prominent one at the moment, the half that had him peeking his head into each studio, hoping no one would be on the other side. One's empty, this one too. Thank god.
Advice for the song would be great, but what Jungkook really needed was some good old fashioned release, and Jungkook's favorite place to get some was in one of his hyungs' studios. Was it a weird, disgusting habit that any of them would scold him for? Perhaps, but he just couldn't shake the fact that his highs lasted so much longer when he was surrounded by thoughts of them.
When he was satisfied with his thorough check in the building, he slinked over to one of the studio doors, with RKive embroidered delicately into the placard. Perfect, my favorite, Jungkook thought.
Namjoon usually kept his studio unlocked, not as paranoid with his space as others like Yoongi were. Once inside, though, Jungkook made sure to lock the door behind him lest he be interrupted.
He took a moment to fondly admire the decor. Namjoon had a knack for creating a very calming area to match his gentle personality, with stuffies lining the shelves and a bonsai tree thriving on a nearby desk. Jungkook always had a soft spot for the man, and every time he saw this place it
reminded him why. He's so cute.
Jungkook eased himself into the chair at the main desk, carefully scooting away from the computer so as to not knock it off accidentally. Like clockwork, he reached for the exact drawer that housed
Namjoon's lube stash. All the members knew Namjoon liked to jack off to clear his head, or at least used to. It was a bit unhealthy that Jungkook had done this enough times to be able to find it
with a blindfold, but he wouldn't allow himself to overthink things now. He was already in too deep anyway.
He thoughtfully reached for the tissues, reminding himself that the last time he didn't, he spent a very anxious ten minutes cleaning his spillage off the chair. Jungkook settled back and closed his
eyes, taking a deep breath as he ghosted his fingers over his clothed crotch. He wasn't all that hard yet, so he let himself imagine someone else's hand was over his cock, stroking him to a full stiffness. If only it wasn't imagination. Jungkook sighed.
The hands in his imagination pulled his sweats down, long fingers finally wrapping around his length. He hadn't bothered to wear underwear, it was more comfortable that way and no one ever saw him in his studio. His eyelids scrunched tighter as a vague figure attached itself to those hands,
lifting its head to reveal itself to be none other than Namjoon. Ahhh~~, Namjoon and your thighs and your strong, capable hands.
It would only make sense, Jungkook reasoned with himself, to imagine him first. After all, he was in Namjoon's studio. The thought alone had Jungkook bucking up a bit into his palm. This happened often in Jungkook's conquests, where he would find himself imagining one of his hyungs
helping him, and so he didn't bother waving the thought away. He leaned into it instead, letting Namjoon materialize in his head, firm hand gripping his base.
Jungkook slowed down to enjoy the feeling, focusing on rubbing lightly at the tip instead. He then poured a generous amount of lube into his hand, making the slide much easier. With this new wet
heat, Namjoon's hand turned into Yoongi's mouth. Jungkook moaned louder than intended at the welcome change, guiding the imaginary Yoongi down to the hilt. He internally thanked the building for being soundproof.
The lube was dripping onto the chair with every quick thrust into his palm, making a mess, but Jungkook was too gone with pleasure to care. He used his free hand to rub at his right nipple, throwing his head back. His traitorous mind imagined that hand to be Taehyung's, teasing his nub
to send jolts of electricity downwards. What would it feel like to actually have them like this? That thought alone brought Jungkook to the edge.
As his release was approaching, his imaginary group members got rougher with his aching body.Taehyung was pinching his nipple, and Yoongi was hitting all the right places with his heavenly
mouth. Jungkook wasn't even trying to hide his whines anymore, splayed out in the chair in the middle of the room. He couldn't even be sure whose name he shouted as he came all over his hand, spurts landing on the chair. Maybe a mix of all three.
Jungkook let himself regain his breath, taking a tissue out to wipe his cum, sweat, and lube off of Namjoon's studio chair. He whispered an apology to the man, knowing how much time the other spent in it. So much for taking precautions.
After fixing his disheveled appearance in the mirror, Jungkook put everything back in its rightful place and slid quietly into the hallway, as if he were never in the studio at all. He strutted confidently back to his own Golden Closet until he ran into the man of the hour, Namjoon himself.
Oh please, just kill me now.
The leader of the group smiled graciously at Jungkook, and to his credit, didn't ask why Jungkook looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
They chatted for a couple minutes before Jungkook realized that in Namjoon's hands was a grocery bag, too opaque to see what was inside. Jungkook proceeded to be nosy and ask what Namjoon bought. Some supplies, the man answered vaguely, leaving a lot to be desired. He then stepped aside to walk with Jungkook back to his space, as Jungkook blushed and waved goodbye.
Namjoon let his smile grow ever so slightly on the walk to his own studio, opening the bag once the door shut and putting the contents into the desk drawer. Really, if he kept the lube stocked for Jungkook's benefit alone, that was no one's business but his own. Who was he to question the youngest and his methods of inspiration?
