Oxytocin | JJK & KTH | 18+

IV

Abigail had been looking forward to taking a refreshing shower since she returned to her brother's apartment. The journey back had been relatively silent apart from Jungkook's occasional singing along with the radio and Taehyung's calm and collected driving. She couldn't help but admire Jungkook's exceptional voice as she recalled their high school days when they were part of the popular band T2J.

The trio had been an instant hit among the students, with girls swooning over their good looks and soulful voices while boys were impressed by their exceptional musical talent. Jimin was the group's drummer but also played the guitar very well and gifted the crowd with his solo play as a warm-up. Jungkook was the lead vocalist and guitar player, and Taehyung played the bass guitar and keyboard. They used to perform cover songs and even composed their own music.

Those years were wild. The guys had their hair colored almost every month. Every month, a different color. Taehyung and Jimin were very experimental with the color, whereas Jungkook, on the other hand, was more into new haircuts.

She also remembered that they had spent a considerable amount of time deciding on a band name, with several options being thrown around. Initially, they considered names like Apollo's Triad, Orbit, and even the hilariously suggestive "Threesome," which, of course, was suggested by Jungkook. Ultimately, they kept it simple and settled on using their first initials. As Abigail reminisced about her brother’s teenage years and the amusing band name they had chosen, a smile crept onto her face.

Sometimes, she did miss those days when the boys hung out at their place. The guys were mostly because of Jimin at their villa, but she had fun listening to their fights and conversations. Even though almost all of their topics were about music, football, or girls, which Abigail didn't understand much.

She looked at her reflection as Rhys’ words echoed in her mind:
__’ I told you to do sports, like your sister does every day, shape your body and wear something sexy, lingerie, a mini skirt, a short dress, anything but that! Who are you trying to impress with those baggy pants and shirts that look like tents? Damn, Abby, I only get hard when I think of someone else because you did nothing to allure me. Sex is not something you learn by reading; it's supposed to be done in praxis. You were supposed to touch me and pleasure__’

It was like a knife had cut her guts open. The fear of being compared to her model sister had always made her feel inferior. She had hidden every inch of her skin from showing, especially her upper parts, believing that nobody could ever find her body attractive. Not with all those circle-shaped scars, and no one wanted a chubby girl either. Her sister wore clothes in size small and had still alluring curves, and Abigail, on the other side, wore clothes in large, sometimes even picking a number bigger to hide the form of her body.

Despite secretly yearning to wear cute dresses and fancy shirts and style her hair, she locked herself away, thinking nobody would appreciate her efforts or, worse, laugh at her. However, one day, she was fourteen when she noticed a special someone. That's when she finally gathered the courage to ask for her sister's help, but Elizabeth had already left for New York. It was a tough blow for her, and upon that, she learned about a rumor about her special someone that appeared to be true, and that made her give up.

Abigail entered Jimin's room, feeling a little uneasy. Memories of her conversation with Rhys kept creeping up on her. Opening her suitcase, her eyes fell on the black lacy underwear, short dresses, and mini-skirts she had bought for Rhys. She had spent hours scouring the internet to find out what men like their women to wear, hoping to impress him. But now, looking at those clothes, she felt a pang of regret.

As a bookworm, she had read thousands of different books. After thick science reports, romance was her favorite. Sometimes she wished to meet someone like in those books. Someone who'd take her breath away as a person and in the sheets. All these men were incredibly good at fulfilling the women's pleasure. They worshiped their loved ones with their whole heart, body, and soul. Was that all fiction, or did such men like them exist?