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

Jeongguk VIII/Hoseok II

Jeongguk has been trying to learn his new body. It's strange, having lived with his own for nineteen years and now it's suddenly changed around on him. It still surprises him that his pants fit tighter, his hips wider and ass a little more plush. When he showers, he notices the softness in his stomach. The hard muscles are still there, still visible, just covered with a thin layer of squishy fat that Jin told him no amount of exercise would get rid of.

And there are...other things. His cock has never been big but it seems even smaller now, when in comparison to his now thicker thighs and hips. He produces a lot more precum, and the slick that leaks from his asshole shocks him everytime he notices it.

Jeongguk is home alone for once, and he's horny. He's always had a pretty high sex drive, but it's amped up even more after he'd presented. He's laying in his bed, sheets kicked down, naked as the day he was born. He takes his time, running his hands over his body and taking stock of each change in skin, the plumpness, the softness. It had freaked him out, at first, but he'd been assured by Jin and Hoseok that it was normal and it was just part of his status. There's nothing he can do to change. That doesn't mean he doesn't sometimes think about running off to the gym, spending extra time at dance practice, cutting back on his meals. But he knows it won't do any good, so he fights the urges. He just has to get used to it.

He runs his fingers softly up his thighs, over his stomach, breathing slowly and evenly. It's nice, being able to take the time to appreciate himself. It's so much better than cranking an orgasm out in the shower or quietly in the middle of the night while his hyungs are asleep. He's hard but avoids touching himself for now. He wants to draw this out while he can.

~*~

Hoseok has had a long day. He'd been shuttled off to dance practice at six in the damn morning, spent several hours there with the choreographer-nim before Jimin and Jin came in at nine. Hoseok had then spent several more hours working with Jin on their newest song, making sure he has the basics of it down before they move on with the whole group.

And then he's off to vocals, training with Namjoon and Yoongi. He's come a long way since they started out, but there's always room to improve. They practice until his throat is sore, voice straining around his raps as he spits them. The noona helping them finally calls off the practice, telling them to rest up before their next session. Then he, Yoongi, and Namjoon go to the studio and work on putting final touches on the songs they're producing. They're all perfectionists and it leads to bickering more often than not, even though they work incredibly well together. He's there for what feels like an eternity before he gives up, claiming to head home with a headache. There is one brewing between his temples, so he's not really lying.

The two Alphas just grumble at him, staying behind to keep working. He declines an offer from the secretary-noona to call him a car, electing to walk home in the fresh spring air. He'd worn a face mask that morning, so he pulls it up over his nose and mouth, drawing the brim of his hat down low to avoid attention and recognition.

When he gets to the front door of the dorm it's almost three in the afternoon, too early for anyone else to be back home yet. Except for Jeonggukie, that is. The new Omega had gotten a day free of schedules, the lucky bastard. Maybe he'll want to cuddle or something, Hoseok muses as he fetches his key to unlock the door.

~*~

Jeongguk is practically panting at this point, having finally wrapped a hand around his cock in full, firm strokes. His other hand had drifted down, testing the slick feeling between his thighs and ass cheeks. With a groan he raises his legs for better access, fingertips skating over his sensitive hole. He gasps at the sensation, foreign and amplified by the amount of slick there. He can feel it coating his fingers, the scent of it hanging cloying in the air. He'd never touched himself there before, had thought about but never worked up the courage. But his new body makes it so easy.