Hello, Hello (Tell Me What You Want Right Now)

Jeongguk III

Jeongguk closes himself in the bathroom, exhausted after the long day of practice. He turns the water in the shower on as hot as he can stand it before stripping down, tossing his dirty clothes in a pile by the door. He steps under the spray and sighs, wetting his hair down and savoring the way the water runs down his aching muscles. Then, he goes about his routine, shampooing and conditioning his hair, soaping his body up with body wash, scrubbing himself free of dried sweat.

As he rubs his body down, he can't help but feel a little turned on. He's nineteen and his sex drive is in high gear anyway. Being in such a stress-filled job with such tight schedules that sometimes he doesn't have time to breathe let alone relieve his...horniness certainly doesn't help. But, he's got time to himself now, while he's in the shower. The others are already well on their way to bed, and no one's going to come looking for him.

He grips his cock with a soapy hand, already half hard. He strokes a few times, getting to full hardness fast. He hasn't been able to do this in a while and god he needs it. He thumbs at the head of his cock, whimpering at the stimulation. His legs feel weak from the exertion of the day and his arousal, and he props his free hand against the wall of the shower to steady himself.

The water pouring over him makes the slide so much better, the heat and steam clogging up his head in the best way. He lets his mind wander, thinking of beautiful women with generous curves, of pretty lips and long hair. His thoughts shift and morph, the women turning to boys with thick thighs, plush asses, tight stomachs. He rolls with it, he's always been pretty open with who he's attracted to so he doesn't question them at all.

He thinks of hands roaming his body, what it would feel like. He's never been touched that way before, sexually, and he finds himself craving it. He's so curious, feels like he's missing something, especially with couples like Yoongi and Jimin roaming around the house and are so free with how they touch, how they interact with each other. Pretty much every person in the dorm had caught them at some point, in some form of sexual act. He wanted to know what it was like.

But all he has is his imagination, and he runs with it. Fingers brushing his nipples, running down his stomach, replacing his own hand on his cock. He can almost picture that the water running along his skin are feather light touches of a lover. He fights back a moan, knowing that even though he's alone in the shower he's not alone in the dorm itself. He strokes himself faster, wrist twisting on the upstroke, more than ready to find his release. He slumps back against the wall, the cool tile a shock but also kind of pleasant in contrast to the heat of the water and the arousal thrumming in his veins. He uses the hand he had been propping himself up on to pinch at his nipples, spikes of pleasure shooting down his core. He's so close. The final thought that tips him over the edge is a hot mouth ghosting over his thighs, tonguing his balls, and laving at his tight, untouched hole.

He cums hard, ropes swirling into the water at his feet and some landing on the wall across from him. He's breathing hard but all the tension in his body is gone, the buzzing in his head disappearing and replaced with blissful quiet in the afterglow. He rinses himself (and the wall) and shuts the water off. He steps out, drying off with a fluffy towel from under the sink. Finished, he wraps it around his waist, too tired to go about his normal after-shower routine. He gathers his dirty clothes and leaves the bathroom, shivering at the chill of the air on his still damp skin.

He makes his to his bedroom to find Taehyung and Hoseok still awake. Hoseok is on his laptop and Taehyung is curled up in Jeongguk's bed, smiling at his phone. He tosses his clothes to the floor, making his way to the closet to change into sleep clothes. He drops the towel, quickly pulling on a pair of briefs, but Taehyung lets out a low whistle anyway. Jeongguk turns to glare at him and the other just gives him a box-shaped smile. Jeongguk finishes dressing in a white t-shirt and baggy black sweats. He joins Tae on his bed, forcing him to scoot over against the wall.

Taehyung had taken to sleeping with him a lot, except nights when Jimin wanted to sleep in Taehyung's bed while Yoongi-hyung was working. It was a little odd, at first, but Jeongguk enjoys the company so he won't complain. When he settles under the covers, Taehyung props his chin on his shoulder, sliding his phone across Jeongguk's chest. "Look at all the ARMY's sweet messages from after that interview aired, Jeongguk-ah."

It's the interview where the MC interrogated him on him not presenting yet, the one that he had broke down crying after. Their fans had left hundreds of comments, some on other aspects of the interview, but an overwhelming amount defending Jeongguk and calling the MC out for being a rude asshole. Jeongguk smiles, heart swelling, and takes the phone to scroll through more. Taehyung hums happily, burrowing into Jeongguk's neck. "I told you you were amazing. They think so, too."

Jeongguk just smiles more and Hoseok declares that he's turning off the light. They're shrouded in darkness, Taehyung's phone suddenly becoming overwhelmingly bright. Tae takes it back, locking it and tossing it to the floor. They settle in, ready to go to sleep, and as he's drifting off Jeongguk whispers "Thank you, hyung."

Taehyung chirps happily, hugging Jeongguk tighter. "You're absolutely welcome, Ggukie."