Behind the Scenes

I'll Show You

I froze.

"Jungkook. Don't you. Dare. Look down."

My dick is out.

My dick is out my dick is out my dick is out.

"Your dick is out."

Jungkook said poker-faced but I could feel that he was just as tense as I was. It's not like it's the first time he's seen me naked but given the series of events that have taken place in the past couple of days, you could say that

this is fucking awkward.

"I'll... um. I'll pick that up for you," Jungkook finally let go of my arms and began tilting his head downwards but before it was low enough for my dick to appear in his field of vision, I cupped his face with my hands.

I raised his head back up, "I'll pick it up. You be a good kid and stay still."

I bent down and commenced the most embarrassing descent of my life.

But Jungkook wasn't having it.

Just before I could lay my hands on my precious towel, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back up.

He furrowed his brows. "Hyung, when are you going to stop calling me a kid?"

"Are we really going to have this conversation while I'm naked?"

We stayed quiet for a while.

Then, with the same hand that was grasping my arm, he let go and used his forefinger to draw circles on my bare skin.

Ah.

I shuddered.

"What else happened in the fanfic?"

I tried to maintain an unstirred expression, until I felt little taetae down there slowly rise up from my thigh,

Oh my god. I'm getting hard.

"I didn't read it any further after I saw 'prostate.'" I said firmly, my voice slightly cracking because of the war I was having with my semi-boner.

"Then... what happened before that?" 

The circular motion he was doing with his finger suddenly went from smooth lines to hesitant, imperfect ones.

Jungkook is... shaking?

I saw him swallow a lump in his throat. 

If he's going to be this nervous about it, why would he want me to answer that question?

The innocent maknae in him was showing and I felt the sudden urge to tease him.

"We made out," I lied.

I tried to hide a smirk that was slowly forming on the sides of my lips.

He bit his lower lip and grabbed my arm again. I could feel that his palms were sweating which I believe is not because of the workout he did earlier.

His focus moved down to my lips.

Slowly, he started moving closer.

The sense of superiority I had earlier was replaced by anticipation and fear. I wanted to step backwards but my legs wouldn't move. The gap between us was getting smaller until I could feel his breath on my lips for the second time. I cursed mentally.

I'm hard. Not good.

"Hey Jungkook—"

The door jerked open, pushing me forward, causing me to slip on the towel and fall on Jungkook.

We landed on the floor with a loud thud.

"Ugh... my balls..." I said between my teeth. I opened my eyes and was greeted with a flustered Jungkook beneath my naked body. I raised my hips slightly and covered my now fully awake dick with my hand so it wouldn't come in contact with him.

Yoongi gaped at us from the door he regretted opening.

He looked at Jungkook, then at me. "Taehyung. I heard and I understand that you're sexually frustrated but..."

"No! I'm not sexually frustrated. This... this isn't. It's. It's not what you think."

"Yoongi-ah! I was looking for you—Holy fuck what the fuck Taehyung."

Namjoon appeared behind Yoongi and looked at us in disbelief.

Jin followed after him, "Namjoon! Why did you leave—OH MY GOD Taehyung your dick is out." He shut his eyes.

This can't be happening.