Secret Garden

Chapter 4

"Hey hyung. Fancy seeing you here..."

Yoongi stood frozen, jaw dropped. He made a show of furiously rubbing his eyes, as if he was dreaming or something.

"Uh, hyung? Are you there?" The younger asked, waving his hand in front of the elder's face obnoxiously.

"What- How- How the hell-?"

"Ah- before you say anything, I didn't know you worked here. I just happened to come by... Okay, I wanted to see what a strip club was all about. I don't know... You're not gonna kill me, are you?"

Yoongi was dumbfounded. "You-you can't tell anyone!"

At that, Taehyung looked offended. "Do you really think I'm so insensitive that i'd tell someone about something like this? How long have you been a stripper?? You're really good! I think i'm gay for you now, to be honest."

"Wait- wait hold on. This is too much. I've been here for a while. Every night i'd sneak out? Yeah, it was to come here. I know it's weird and inappropriate, but it pays good. Also, I kind of like the attention..."

Taehyung gave him a blank stare.

"You like the attention?!" he all but shouted, startling the shorter.

Yoongi's face flushed and he turned away. "I-I mean... Yeah...."

"It's your kink, isn't it?!"

"Shut up!"

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Jungkook groggily sat up from bed, vision blurry. He fumbled around a bit, before falling out of bed.

"Ow.." he moaned, holding his head.

It was then that he noticed his little problem, and the dream he'd had came flooding back to him.

"Hyung.." he groaned, head leaning against the wall.

Yoongi hummed, his mouth vibrating around Jungkook's dick. The younger peered down, eyes darkening at the stare he was receiving. He opened his mouth to speak, but whatever he was going to say was forgotten in exchange for a moan as Yoongi hollowed his cheeks, sinking further down-

A loud slap resonated throughout the room. Jungkook huffed out a breath, cheeks red and hands against his face. It was embarrassing; here he was, having a wet dream about his hyung. His hyung! Jungkook shakily stood up and rushed to the bathroom, ready to get under the cold spray of his shower. He was not going to touch himself to thoughts of Yoongi. Nope. He refused.

But he was only human. He sank to the floor of his shower, watching his cum go down the drain. He groaned as he stood up, disappointed with himself. He was an awful, horrible human. He didn't deserve to see Yoongi or go near him ever again. There was no way he could ever face Yoongi-

A loud knock sounded, startling him from his thoughts. In his haste to answer the door, he'd forgotten to put some clothes on, only wrapping a towel around his waste.

The door flinging open startled Taehyung, but what startled him even more was when a half-naked, dripping Jungkook answered the door.

"Woah, dude. Can't you at least put on some clothes before answering the door? I'm like ninety percent sure that if I were a girl, i'd be dragging you to the bedroom."

"Wow. So you're assuming all girls are straight?"

"Ugh. You get what I mean. Now move," Taehyung muttered, shoving the younger aside.

Jungkook shut the door behind the brunette, grinning. "Right. Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"Well- actually- I don't know. I originally came to tell you something about a certain someone we know, but then I remembered I promised not to tell anyone so- oh! So, what's up with you and Yoongi-hyung?"

Freezing, Jungkook turned to stare at Taehyung, eyes wide.

"What- what are you talking about? Haha... Me and Yoongi-hyung? No. That would never work. Why would you even say something like that? I don't have feelings for him. Haha..."

"Dude, you are the worst liar ever. Also, I never mentioned anything about you and Yoongi being together or you having feelings for him. Therefore, you dug your own hole there."

"Ugh. Whatever. What about it, anyways?"

Taehyung grinned. "Well, I was just wondering if you were thinking about asking him out. I may or may not know something about him that is SUPER interesting.."

"You're not fooling me, Tae," Jungkook replied, going into his bedroom.

"Yeah..." Taehyung hummed, following him.

Oh, if only he knew.

"You're not gonna stand there and watch me change, are you?" Jungkook asked, giving the other a flat stare.

"Of course not!" Taehyung exclaimed, taking a seat on the bed. "I'm going to be sitting."

"Asshole..."

Taehyung just grinned. As Jungkook sifted through his closet, the elder occasionally offering his opinion.

"Ugh. Why do you keep pointing out the nicer clothes?" Jungkook grumbled.

"So you'll be prepared for your date with Yoongi."

"For the last time, I'm not asking him out!"

"Right, right."

"Besides, it'd be stupid to ask him out. What if he doesn't even feel the same?" Jungkook continued, pacing.

"You don't know that."

"Exactly! What if I ask him and he's just disgusted with me and never wants to see me again? I don't know if I could recover from that."

Taehyung frowned. "Come on, you know hyung wouldn't do that."

"Ugh. You're right. God, why does he have to be such a good person?"

"Right. Good person," Taehyung muttered, images of Yoongi sticking his ass out flashing in his mind.

"I should probably head out. See you later, Kookie."

If Jungkook had even heard him, he didn't respond, too focused on his pacing and inner panic to even register what Tae had said. He silently wondered if Yoongi would be at the club that night, and if he should bring Jungkook. It would certainly be very entertaining for him, but he didn't want to get murdered. However, he did still visit as much as possible; to embarrass the elder and watch him perform. Yoongi really was skilled, he had to admit.

"Where are you always going at night?" Taehyung was startled by his roommate, Jimin.

"You scared me!" he whined, pouting.

"That didn't answer my question," the shorter huffed, arms crossed.

"Right. Um- I have night classes?"

"You're just as bad a liar as Jungkookie. Where are you really going?"

An idea hit Tae. "Why don't you come and find out?" he suggested, grinning.

"As long as it doesn't get me killed."

"Deal."