A /N 
(moderately 🔞 shit)

23.

Taehyung P.O.V

I pushed past the sweaty crowd, being blocked every five seconds by my drunk friends who told me how nicely I walked in heels.

I responded to everyone with a small smile, before heading towards the washrooms, where I saw Jungkook go.

Why was I going there?

Well, obviously, to fix my boner.

And, for other reasons, which go along the lines of seeing how well Jungkook handles his own.

But others didn't have to know that.

I stood outside the bathroom, second guessing my decision of meeting Jungkook, especially after whatever happened back there, but as soon as I heard a very sexy groan from inside, all thoughts of decency flew out the window, and I pushed open the door harshly.

I didn't know what I was expecting to see, I mean I was, but let's not talk about that, but I was definitely not expecting Jungkook to stand in front of the sink, his hand over his boner.

Why did he groan if he wasn't doing anything?

Wait, why isn't he doing anything?

I stared into his eyes, and detected panic. Does he not know how to fix a boner?

The thought erupted something inside of me. Something, which made me walk forward and ask him, "Need a hand?"

I had to stifle my laughter when I saw him choke on air, and turn beetroot red, his ears especially.

Cute.

"Y-you mean that you'll. . .?" Jungkook stammered, pointing at me, and then his bulge.

I raised my eyebrows at what he was insinuating.

"Of course not, stupid bunny. I meant that I could teach you to fix a boner by yourself, since you clearly don't seem to know." I put my hands in my pockets.

Jungkook nodded in understanding, his face becoming even more flushed at his stupidity.

"But, you know, I could always help you in another way, if you don't wanna fix it yourself. I mean, I don't mind volunteering." I added nonchalantly, staring at my nails.

He closed his eyes and turned even more red, if that was even possible, before saying in a squeaky voice, "No!"

Jungkook cleared his throat and continued, "I-I meant, I can fix it on my own."

I folded my arms over my chest. "Well, then, go on."

"What?"

"Go on, fix your boner on your own."

"You'll just be standing there watching me?"

"Yeah. Or wait, I'll be fixing my own." I began unzipping my leather pants.

Jungkook widened his eyes, and brought his hand to hold my own, trying to stop me, but his hand was so close, that it drove me crazy.

"Don't do it here, go inside the stall and do. . . whatever you were gonna do," Jungkook muttered, quickly retracting his hand.

"I was gonna give myself a handjob, in case you were wondering," I stared at Jungkook, analysing his reaction. "You don't know how to give handjobs, do you?"

"I know how it works, but I, um, haven't done it to myself before. Or anyone else, for that matter." Jungkook spoke lowly, looking at everywhere, but my eyes.

"Oh, it's easy, you just wrap your hand around your dick and. . ." I moved my hands up and down, trying to show how it was done.

"T-that's it?"

"Yeah, but you move your hands faster for a better experience." I smirked.

Jungkook bit his lip, which looked so sexy, but that obviously didn't matter to me.

He still looked a bit unsure, so I said, "Once you start doing it, you'll get the hang of it. Since you're doing it to yourself, you can do whatever you want, as long as it makes you feel good, because that's the whole point of masturbating."

Jungkook nodded, and slowly walked towards the farthest stall. My eyes were shamelessly fixed on his toned thighs, and his ass. So thick.

My boner began hurting at this point, that's how big it had grown, and staring at Jungkook's backside did nothing to help.

I walked inside a stall myself, not far from the one Jungkook was in.

I heard his heavy breathing, which weirdly seemed sexy to me. Heck, every little thing he does either seems cute, or sexy to me.

A couple of deep grunts and groans from Jungkook made me inhale my breath sharply, and abruptly unzip my pants, letting my very hard boner free.

I listened more carefully, and heard his voice seem very restrained, as if he was holding back his noises.

"Bun, you can moan and make any sort of noise you want to," I called out. I felt him slow his movements down. "I won't judge you. No one will."

"W-what?" Jungkook's voice had gone an octave lower. I bit my lip, while he cleared his throat. "What did you say?"

"I said, you can moan if you want to. You don't have to restrain yourself from making noises because I'm here. We're doing the same thing anyways."

I felt awkward saying this, but my senses were clouded with lust.

"Are you sure? I mean, it'll be a little weird for me." Jungkook coughed a little.

"Baby, it's absolutely fine. I don't mind it at all, just pretend as if I'm not here." The nickname unintentionally came out of my mouth, but it felt nice calling him that.

It felt. . . right.

"Fine." I could practically hear Jungkook heaving out a breath.

I stood still, when suddenly a loud grunt echoed in the bathroom. It was followed by another grunt, and a moan.

I closed my eyes, steadily pumping myself, all the more aroused by the noises Jungkook was making.

How can someone sound so good while moaning?

Jungkook kept switching between letting out deep grunts and throaty moans, which just made me pick up pace pumping myself.

I couldn't help but growl out cuss words loudly.

I was pretty sure Jungkook heard me, because the noises he was making, a cross between grunts and moans, became louder.

For the first time, I was happy about the loud-ass music playing outside.

I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts run free. A very bad decision, because I immediately pictured Jungkook on his knees, his pretty pink lips around me.

I cursed one more time.

The picture shifted to me on my knees, in front of Jungkook, who was holding my hair.

I let out one last noise, still pumping myself, before I felt myself reach my climax. A few more pumps, and I came all over my hands.

I stood there, trying to catch my breath, and my train of thought, which was all the way down in the gutter.

Hearing Jungkook and imagining him, made me come.

After I composed myself, I walked out of the stall, going straight to the basin to wash the remnants of my sinful mess from my hands.

I heard the door to Jungkook's stall open. I looked at him from the mirror, only for my jaw to fall.

Out came a half naked Jungkook, with drops of his cum all over his hands, and a little of it had even splashed on his oh-so defined abs.

His body, oh Lord, his body.

Broad shoulders, huge pecs, muscular biceps and those damn defined eight pack abs.

His protruding collarbones made me think of sinful things, something I had done so much today, that it was honestly tiring at this point.

The guy must've spent half his life in a gym, with a body like that.

But, apart from how ridiculously built he was, the sleeve of tattoos on his right hand, caught my attention. A swirl of beautifully intricate designs inked onto his smooth skin was sure to be the eye-catcher.

How had I never noticed that before?

That's when I realised that I've seen him only two times, and both the times, he was wearing full-sleeved tops.

When I felt my pant tighten once again, I immediately looked away, my attention back to washing my already clean hands.

No, you horny piece of crap. You can't get turned on just by looking at his body. You just finished, get into your senses.

"Damn."

"Yeah, I get that a lot." Jungkook switched on the tap to wash his own hands.

"People have seen you half naked before?" I have no idea why I asked that, but I couldn't take it back now.

It's just. . . the thought of others seeing him like this, made my stomach knot in a very uncomfortable way.

"No, but they can tell just by looking at me."

"They're missing out on a lot then," I muttered softly.

"Sorry?"

"Why'd you remove your shirt?" I diverted the conversation.

"Oh, um, because, uh, it was getting a little too hot in that turtleneck." Jungkook wiped his hand over the drops that were on his abs, cleaning them.

His wet hand left a trail of water on his stomach, which slowly trickled down, till it reached his V-line, which might I add, is just as defined as his abdominal muscles.

But I didn't observe all that. No, I totally did not.

"So, how was it?" I asked.

"How was what?"

"How did it feel to hand-fuck yourself for the first time?" I asked bluntly.

Jungkook widened his eyes, the tips of his ears red. "It was, um, okay, I suppose."

"Just okay? The groans you were letting our say otherwise." I teased him.

"I thought you said to pretend you weren't there, and that you won't judge me!" He flushed red.

I laughed.

"Uh, you were pretty loud too." Jungkook wore his turtleneck. I stared at his flexing muscles one last time before they disappeared from my sight forever. I was cherishing the sight, in a way.

And it was true. I'd masturbated multiple times, but it had never felt this. . . intense before. It was a new feeling. I couldn't figure out what this feeling was, but one thing I knew was that I loved it.

I slowly leaned forward, stopping a few centimetres from the latter's face. I turned my face, and leaned in some more, until my breath hit his ears. He shuddered softly, causing me to smile.

"Bun, that was probably because I wanted to." I winked at Jungkook before walking out of the washroom, fully aware that he was gaping at my actions.

I heard Jungkook follow me. We walked together towards Jisoo, the party hall almost empty by now.

I side glanced at him, my heart fluttering at the way his face was illuminated by the pink fairy lights.

The latter constantly bit his lip, and fidgeted with his hands, obviously embarrassed at what he had done.

What we had done.

I wondered how a man like him had never even touched himself before.

It's perfectly alright to be a virgin, I am one too, but he never even touched himself. Nothing must've ever turned him on then.

I suddenly smirked to myself, proud that it was me who gave him that boner. Proud that I was the first. And certainly hoped that I was the last.

I widened my eyes. I didn't like the feeling of possessiveness I was feeling. That too, after meeting him hardly twice.

I sat on a chair, mind jumbled with all these thoughts. I stole a glance at Jungkook, or maybe it was three, but all the time, I saw him staring back at me with a weird intensity in his eyes.

His doe eyes had pretty, pink swirls in them, and maybe it was just the lighting, but his cheeks seemed rosier than usual. Not that I'd noticed how they usually were, of course.

There was something in Jungkook's eyes. Something that gave him a look of innocence, but he also had that sharp gaze that could make you weak.

If duality was a person, it would be Jungkook.

It made me feel giddy and hot.

Jungkook realised we were staring at each other, and he quickly looked down, playing with his fingers.

Inked fingers.

I wondered how they would look around my neck.

Rosé soon sat down next to him, and they started talking. Jungkook avoided my gaze, and as much as that annoyed me, I found it cute.

You really are something, Jeon Jungkook.

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A / N

[061221,, this chapter has been revamped.]

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