Jungwon has never found pleasure in masturbating.
Don't point fingers and laugh at him because trust - he tried everything he can. The first time was during the most random time. He randomly stumbled upon an article about how masturbating is supposed to relieve stress, boost your mood, gives you better sleep and the list still went on and on. Him, being a stressed college student who's on the edge of dropping out and just drowning himself in the nearest body of water, didn't really hesitate to try it.
He did research (of course) on how to do it since once upon a time - he's a fucking virgin with zero sexual experience. Sucks to be him, but it is what it is.
One night, in his shared room's bathroom, he jerks himself off. The entirety of his floppy dick in his hand, pumping himself up and down with a fixed stance. Sure, he has read how one should do it to reach the minimum pleasure. Seriously. The longer he does it, the more he feels like a fucking idiot. Thank god his roommate, Sunghoon, was out that night. Or else it would've been embarrassing even just by the thought that he's only a wall away from seeing his highly stupid stance.
This supposedly stress relieving thing turns out to be the main source of his headaches from then on.
The second time wasn't any different although he had done more research. He tried listening to music, even resorting to men whimpering audios as he pumped himself, this time using lube as this apparently helps in the overall sensation. Oh, Jungwon has always known that he's gay, almost everyone who knows him does. Doing this for the second time without feeling an ounce of pleasure makes him question himself beyond sexuality.
But he's sure that there's just something wrong he was doing. From the amount of porn he has consumed, he's pretty sure that he's able to feel sexual pleasures. He's just doing something wrong, is he? But what could it possibly be when he has done the most he can?
At this point, it's not even about 'stress-relieving' anymore. It's more like fixing his broken ego.
A sigh escapes his mouth, louder than he could even perceive. He closes his eyes as he slams his back on the mattress, feeling another migraine coming in.
"This is the 6th time you've sighed in 3 minutes, Jungwon," his roommate, Sunghoon, stated. Eyes on the mirror as he styles his hair.
"Failed today's major quiz," Jungwon replied. He opened his eyes, peeking at Sunghoon who's busily fixing himself. An almost see through white shirt inside a black leather jacket hanging on his broad frame.
"It's not end of the world, is it?" Sunghoon asked, laughing in the middle of the sentence. He momentarily stopped whatever he was doing, looking at Jungwon through the mirror. "Why don't you come with me and, I don't know, maybe relieve some stress?"
"At the club?" Jungwon imagines himself in a club filled with people stenched with the scent of alcohol and puke, maybe. "I rather sleep, hyung. You can go on your own just as always."
"Okay but, you gotta tell me what's wrong though."
"I already told you?"
Sunghoon faces him directly, his expression being unreadable. "Jungwon, you've been sighing so much for a week now. You can't use the failed quiz excuse because since when have you been an academically inclined person?" Sunghoon wriggles his eyebrows with his remarks, causing Jungwon to feel annoyed.
"Nothing, serious," he sternly replied.
"I'm not leaving you until you tell me the truth," Sunghoon replied even more sternly. He rises up from his seat and walked towards Jungwon's bed. The latter feeling the other side of his mattress sink in as Sunghoon sat down. Sunghoon looks down at him, "Spill. No judgement."
