The Package || Jinkook

Chapter 18

Every thought in Jungkook's head fight against each other; the pleasure, the frustration, the anger, the self-hatred. It consumes him as he stares at the tile of the bathroom wall, face flush red heart beating wildly. He can't leave, he has to wait until the other person in the bathroom has left, too embarrassed to face whoever is washing their hands. They heard him. He tried to keep in his moans as he attempted to relieve himself , Jin's touch burning through him, his bright pink hair glowing behind his closed eyes, lips scarring every inch of skin it touched.  He can feel him, everywhere. He doesn't want to, but he does. 

"What have you done to me?" He asks himself as he hears the bathroom door open and close, peeking through the  slit of the bathroom stall  to make sure he's alone.  His hands gently reach for the cold silver latch and unlocks it.  Walking out, his steps lead him to the sink where he turns on the faucet and runs ice cold water over his hands, the numbing feeling calming him down.

"So it was you." A voice resonates through the bathroom, echoing off the tile walls. Jungkook slams the faucet valve off the turns abruptly, heart dropping when he sees Hoseok standing there with a silly grin on his face. 

"What got you so worked up?" Hoseok asks, leaning on the wall, one foot against the tile and his arms crossed. Jungkook wipes his wet hands on his uniform pants, scattering the light khaki with dark spots.  He stands with his head hanging down as he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. 

"The usual things that get a guy worked up. Why?" Hoseok shakes his head, disappointed that his best friend would lie to him.  He walks over to the boy and put his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, squeezing lightly and giving a soft, caring smile. 

"So printer rooms get you turned on?" Jungkook shrinks further into himself as the embarrassment engulfs him.

"Or is it the paper? Or maybe the ink? Or just the warmth from touching a freshly printed piece of paper. Could it be that? I know it's a good feeling but Come on Kookie." Jungkook steps to the side and breaks the contact Hoseok has on his shoulder. 

"Or is it a certain pink hair professor that I saw coming out after you." Jungkook's heart drops. He doesn't know how to react, he doesn't know what to do. Stay here with Hoseok and explain...

or run. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Hoseok asks, grabbing onto Jungkook's arm as he tries to make a run for it. Jungkook jerks forward and trips, crashing to the ground and bringing Hoseok along with him.

"Idiot" Jungkook spits as he rubs his throbbing head. 

"Listen Jungkook, you can be honest with me. If something happened in that printer room that you need to get off your chest you can talk to me. I mean... I'm gay. Who is more understanding about things than I am?" Jungkook crosses his arms, still lying on the cold hard ground. 

"Why do you have to assume that it was something like that? It could have been anything.  How do you know I didn't go make out with some girl behind the stairwell before coming here huh? Why do you always have to assume something inappropriate?" Hoseok gets on his hands and knees and crawls over to where Jungkook is sitting, slowly getting closer and closer until his face is mere inches away from the boy's. Jungkook swallows hard and holds his breath until Hoseok finally speaks through the tension.

"Because I'm never wrong if it's something like this. Tell me Jungkook, what's going on between you and Professor Kim Seokjin?" Their eyes stay glued on each other, Hoseok unmoving from his position and Jungkook internally begging God not to let anyone come into the bathroom at that moment. 

Suddenly, he can't take it anymore. His eyes start to water and his chest tightens. He pulls away from the older male and brings his knees up to his chest. Frightened, Hoseok looks around nervously and approaches Jungkook, putting his arm around his shoulders and pulling him against his chest. They rock back and forth for a moment as Hoseok shushes the boy softly. He's been here, except in his arms was Jimin. The tears. The emotional distress.  He knew this kind of pain, he experienced it, he helped Jimin get through it, and he's not going to fail Jungkook.