A/B/O || Jinkook

20. The laundry incident

I dig around in my clothes for the third time, but I still can't find the shirt I wanted to wear for school. I'm sure I saw it here a few days ago. Where could it have gone? It was at the bottom of the drawer, so it shouldn't have disappeared that easily, right? It just like with the picture of Seokjin that disappeared without a trace when I wasn't looking. 

"What are you doing?" Jimin asks from his bed. "Whatever you're looking for it's clearly not there."

"No, I can tell. Have you seen my grey sweater with the blue print of a cat?"

Jimin crooks an eyebrow at me and goes back to looking at his phone.

"I don't even know what shirt you're referring to. Maybe it's in the laundry?"

"It shouldn't be, but I guess I'll go have a look..."

I head on over to the bigger bathroom where we keep the washing machine, and I start digging around in the laundry basket. I'm positive I saw the shirt at the bottom of the drawer. Did I just imagine it, or did I forget I used it? Nonetheless the shirt isn't in the laundry... Or is it? I spot something that looks like the color of my sweater and I pull it out to have a look. 

It's not my sweater. Not even close. Somehow I've managed to pick out the one thing I was never supposed to find. It's Seokjin's boxers. I haven't memorized the guys' underwear, or even clothes for the matter, but the wet stain on the back of the boxers kind of gives away who's it is. There's no mistaking it. It's his slick on the underwear. It seems pretty fresh too because it's not dried and the smell is still pretty intense, almost like when I touched him in his bedroom. 

It makes me dizzy and I crouch down in front of the laundry basket. My mind tells me to touch and smell it, and it takes a large amount of willpower to not do it. Having his slick this close to me makes my dick come to life and I grab my crotch in a lame attempt to stop it form getting worse. 

"Shit, not now," I groan. "I have to get to school..."

I move my hand a little to assess the situation and there's a slight indication of a tent in my pajama pants. If possible I'd prefer not getting a full boner right now, so I put Seokjin's underwear back in the middle of the laundry pile. The sound of shuffling outside of the bathroom makes me quickly retract my hand and as I pull it out I feel something sticky on my fingers. Of course I got the slick on my hand. That's just my luck. 

I decide to make a run for it back to my bedroom in hopes of whoever's outside won't see my boner, but the second I turn the corner out the bathroom I run straight into Taehyung. He loses his balance from the force and I manage to grab onto his shoulders to stop him from falling. 

"What's with the hurry?" he asks, when he is stable on both feet again. 

"I'm late for school," I lie.

I let go of him to continue to the bedroom, but I stop when I see something on his shoulder that shouldn't be there. Oh no. It transferred from my hand. 

Taehyung notices my intense staring.

"Is there something on my shoulder?" he asks and takes a look for himself. "What's this?"

He picks it up with his fingers and studies it with a confused expression. He touches it so it makes a string between his fingertips. 

"Where did this come from? Is it shampoo? Conditioner? How did it get on my shoulder?" 

I don't know what to answer, so I end up just staring at him awkwardly. My lack of response makes him even more confused and he must see something in my expression because he stares back at me with increasing levels of worry in his eyes. He glances down at my hand and then at my crotch, and the look in his eyes turns into complete fear.