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YoonSeok - Need Any Help?

Summary:

Hoseok and Yoongi were planning on meeting up. The younger was looking forward to it so bad since the two of them aren't able to see each other as often as they'd like to. So what if Yoongi isn't showing up at all and Hoseok has to come over and get him out of his house only to find him watching porn?

Let's go:

Yoongi and I wanted to meet up this afternoon but it seems like he isn't going to come. I've been waiting for more than half an hour already and I'm fucking tired of standing around here and waiting for someone who probably either forgot about me or just didn't even think of getting up.

I'm just angry right now. Yoongi never — literally never — comes on time!

As I start my way, I get my earphones out and plug them in to listen to some hopefully calming music. Do you know those guys who listen to music with a ghetto blaster on full volume? I hate them. I'd find that fucking embarrassing if I was them.

It doesn't take me long to reach his house. After approaching the front door, I make myself known as I ring the bell. A few seconds go by and nothing happens. I ring the bell for a second time and start knocking on the door. "Yoongi? You there!? Open up."

But nothing happens. I take a few steps back, trying to get a glimpse of the windows on the second floor. All the windows are closed but it seems like there is the TV running in Yoongi's bedroom.

I walk to the door again, ringing the bell and banging my fist against the door. Nothing, fucking nothing. Knocking on the door, I soon try to open it. And what the fuck, it's unlocked. I can't believe it, but yet again, Yoongi is so careless about a lot of things, this shouldn't surprise me. All that matters right now is getting Yoongi out of bed. I don't want this to be canceled since Yoongi and I have been planning this for several weeks now. We can't see each other as often as we used to so I want to fucking see him right now.

And I swear to God, if we ever decide to meet again I won't tell him a fucking time or anything. I'd just come here, break the door open – if that is even necessary –, get a big bowl of cold water and wake him in the most lovely way possible.

After taking off my shoes, I storm to the staircase. The further I rage up the stairs, the more I hear the sounds coming from Yoongi's room. I don't even care what he's watching, I just barge in, slamming the door against the wall in the process.

Oh my-

He's not watching a movie.

Well, in some way it is a movie, but nothing I should (nor want to) see him watching.

Holy shit, this is embarrassing.

Yoongi and I are just staring at each other while the porn is playing on his TV.

The older is sitting on the ground. His back is resting against his bed frame while one of his hands is still slightly moving inside his boxer shorts, the other is on the ground, steadying him. His jeans are open, slightly pulled down.

And I gotta be honest, he looks hot like this.

His eyes are wet as if tears are threatening to fall because of the embarrassment right now. And his lips are glossy as if he had been biting and licking them the whole time. His face turns a deep shade of red as he slowly pulls his legs closer to his chest, though he doesn't stop jerking off slowly.

I can't believe he keeps palming his cock while I'm right here, seeing all of that.

I open my mouth to say something, and I'm not sure of what I'm about to say. It seems as if my body is acting on its own and I have no control of what I'm doing anymore. "Need any help?"