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?
As he bends over to pick up his bag I watch the arc his body makes in space, the faintest curve of his buttocks protruding in his shorts. He walks back out of the room. "Jiminaa?" Taehyung says.
He is still looking at me. There is a frown on his face. "I don't know," I say.
I don't want to unload all of what is happening onto Tae. I know he wouldn't get it. He wouldn't slow down enough to take in what I was saying.
"I've just been, swamped and super stressed. I think... I think I'm just freaking out about all my classes and stuff," I say. "You need to take it easy, bro," Taehyung says.
He grimaces at me. "Hey, why don't you take a shower here? I'll heat the food and it'll be ready by the time you're done." "I don't have any clothes," I say.
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"I'll lend you some," Taehyung replies and he walks down the hall toward the bedrooms. I follow him, sheepishly. "I've got a big shirt and some shorts that will probably fit your fat ass," Tae says, laughing.
He roots around in the closet and throws me a blue T-shirt and a pair of silver basketball shorts. "I'm not lending you any underwear, so you'll have to go commando," he says. "That's fine.
Thanks, man." He hands me a clean towel and points me to the bathroom. The bathroom is small and cramped -- everything seems proportioned for a not-quite-fully-sized person.
I have to move carefully not to bang into the walls or the sloped ceiling over the toilet. I strip and throw my clothes into a pile on the floor. My whole face looks different.
Like my features have been adjusted, ever so slightly. I suddenly get the feeling that there is someone else looking back at me through the mirror. Hoseok.
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Instantly, blood surges into my cock. I look down and watch my erection jut out, absurdly large, bobbing over the small form-factor sink. In my reflection, I see a flicker in my eyes.
Is it amusement? I put my hands up over my eyes, and rub. When I look again, my face looks more normal, more like myself. My erection starts to go down.
He's reminding me who is in control. I should feel rage, anger, and fear at this intrusion, but my mind is so jumbled up right now that I can't even manifest an appropriate response. I want relief from all of this.
I run the water in the shower and wait for it to heat up. It is one of those flimsy plastic shower stalls and just as cramped as the rest of the bathroom. When I step into the shower, though, my anxieties dissipate, the hot spray of the water is sublime.
I let the water course over me for a minute and then I reach for one of the bottles of body wash on the floor of the shower. I scrub my face and hair, then the rest of my body, reveling in the feeling of getting clean. I want to stay longer in the hot water, but I don't want to seem rude, so I cut the water once I am done washing.
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I towel off and then pull on Tae's shorts. They are probably huge on him, but on me, they are almost comically snug. They aren't going to hide anything, I realize.
