𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK✔

The Young Adonis

"Damnit..." I cursed under my breath as I dipped my trembling hands into a bucket of water.

I splashed the cold liquid onto my face in the kitchen, nearly drowning myself in an attempt to make my erection disappear.

The emotions raging in my body were driving me insane. From shame to disgust to a bitter arousal I tried desperetly to hide.

I continued throwing water onto my face until my body had cooled down enough, and I felt relieved to see there was no more obvious tent in my pants.

"You do know we have a bathroom with a shower right?" A monotone voice asked me.

I flinched and snapped my head towards the kitchenhelp, seeing Yoongi stare at me with a perked brow as if I were doing something incredibly stupid, which wasn't complety wrong.

"Uhm... yes," I said quietly, noticing that I was still shaky from what I had witnessed.

"Are you sure you're not a foreigner?" The kitchenhelp asked me with some skepticism.

I nodded and chuckled nervously. How I wished that would've been true. At least then I would have had an excuse for being so strange. Even among a crowd of misfits, I was still the odd one out...

"The bathroom was... occupied," I said as I took the towel Yoongi handed to me.

The kitchenhelp hummed as if he knew exactly what just happened to me, elegantly resting his chin on his hand as he stared at me with an amused grin.

"That flowerboy is such a fucking exhibitionist. He always showers with the damn door open. You should knock from now on."

I dried my face and nodded. "Thank you for the advice," I said softly, trying to regain myself even though the image of Taehyung's incredible body still flashed before my eyes every few seconds.

"Go sit at the table, I'll get you some breakfast," Yoongi said, giving off kindness even though I hadn't seen the man smile all too much. I found myself growing less scared of him, and I figured it had something to do with his soft spot for the chef.

I was seconds away from leaving the room when the kitchenhelp called after me and I turned around with a curious look.

"Don't worry new kid. I'll make sure no one hears about you getting a hard-on from seeing the flowerboy shower."

My lips parted, every positive thing I had just thought about the kitchenhelp vanishing from my mind.

I wanted to speak, but I had no time to deny Yoongi's accusation, as two arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind me, and surrounded me with a rich lavender scent I wanted to drown in.

I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling the smell of Taehyung's soap as if it were the smoke from a cigarette.

"Morning velike oči," the man said with a content sigh, hugging me a bit tighter before letting go again.

I turned around, and I was well-aware that I was staring at the groundskeeper as if the man were a deity, but I couldn't help it. I had seen what those loose clothes he dressed himself in were hiding, and I had trouble seeing anything else when I looked at him now.

Taehyung showed me a face I hadn't seen before, biting his lips as if I were making him nervous.

"Did you sleep well?" The man asked softly, reminding me of a puppy when he looked through his lashes.

I hummed. "Like a rose..."

Taehyung chuckled and I melted from the man's sultry voice. "I'm glad to hear that," he said, edging a little closer to me as our eyes never lost each other.