Jungkook's POV-

I finally manage to get the shower working and have just stepped in, the water barely having time fully saturate my hair as I stand under the stream, when I hear the sound of the bathroom door shutting just above the pounding water.

I turn to see Yoongi looking at me with dark, intense eyes, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

I watch his eyes roam slowly over my body as he speaks.

"Damn, I was really hoping you'd need some help with this shower you seem to hate so much."

"I could still use a little guidance..." I answer back with a hint of excitement in my tone.

He gives me a mischievous grin as he reaches back to tug the back of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head.

I follow every movement he makes as he drops his jeans to pool around his ankles before stepping out of them.

He teases me a bit as he traces his fingers over his hips, feathering lightly across the smooth skin slowly before hooking the waistband of his underwear and dropping them to the floor, stepping out of them as well.

He makes his way into the shower to stand in front of me as his eyes continue to wonder around my body, mine doing the same to him.

He's bigger than I imagined but I'm not complaining.

What wasn't as surprising is that just as I observed in the café, he has a very nice build.

He grabs my waist and switches our places so that he is standing under the water.

His eyes are locked on mine before he closes them, tilting his head back as he lets the water run through his hair and over his face.

I watch in wonder as his perfect pouty lips part slightly while he runs a hand through his dark hair to push it back, exposing his forehead.

He then turns around to adjust the temperature with the levers on the wall and I can no longer fight the urge to touch him.

I reach my hands out to run them over his shoulders and back, feeling the muscles as they flex with his movements.

I feel him shiver at my touch just before the shower head above starts pouring down warm water on the two of us.

He turns back to face me and I follow the water droplets with my eyes as they run down his gorgeous body while he reaches his hands out to trace his fingertips over my abdomen with the same light touch he used to run over the keys of the piano.

He traces them up to my chest before flattening his palms to push me against the wall.

As soon as my back makes contact with the cold tile he cages me between his arms and connects his lips just above my collarbone, kissing and nipping at the skin.

I move one of my hands across his ribcage, around his slim waist to pull him into me so his body is flush with mine as I slide my free hand around the back of his neck.

I rock my hips against his as my erection makes contact with his soft skin. He follows my movements, doing the same while he continues to work his mouth up my neck for another minute before bringing his face in front of mine.

At some point he moved his thigh to slot between my legs, leaning his body into mine even more.

I let out a sigh that chokes off into a moan when his large hand is suddenly on my hip, guiding my movements forward as he encourages me to continue using his body to chase my release.

My eyes slam shut, my jaw dropping as I try to control my breathing and the shaking of my legs.

It feels so fucking good and I should be embarrassed that I am tumbling towards the edge so fast, but I'm way past the point of feeling shame for this.

Min Yoongi. Suga. Agust fucking D is naked in the shower with me, nipping and sucking the expanse of my chest, encouraging me to use his body for my own pleasure.

Shit, this is heaven.

I feel bad taking what I want though. Does he feel good too? Does he like what's happening?

Does he- am I allowed to touch him too? Because I'd really love to touch him. Maybe even taste him...

I want to open my eyes but I can't. Not when I suddenly feel a hand wrap around my aching dick and begin stroking.

There's no build up. The movements don't start slowly and there is no hesitation, only intention.

He takes me in his hand and strokes me with no intent other than getting me to cum.

And I do with a whiny, breathy moan that I think may have been his name but I wouldn't be surprised at all if it was incoherent babbling.

God, that felt good.

After a couple of seconds, when I feel like I've recovered at least a little, I'm finally able to open my eyes.

My lashes flutter as I blink them open, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes are met with his dark, fiery gaze.

He looks proud and seductive. Sinful.

Somehow I feel the fire deep in my belly threatening to ignite all over again despite having just cum.

I admire his features, watching intently as the tip of his tongue traces along his bottom lip.

He slowly starts leaning in as I hear the faint sounds of an alarm over the water.

I stand in anticipation but when his movements seem to cease I grow impatient for the contact.

I lean forward, trying to close the gap, but I can't seem to move.

As I start to use my elbows to push off the wall the alarm sound gets louder and louder and louder...

I shoot up from my bed, eyes wide open, still breathing heavily, feeling damp from sweat as I frantically look around the room.

My room. Not the shower.

Goddamn it.

I fight the urge to chuck my phone at the wall as I turn the alarm off, swinging my legs over the bed.

I can feel that my underwear are uncomfortably bunched around me before I make the horrifying realization that I not only had a dirty dream but a wet dream.

A wet dream about my boss that is asleep in the room next door... Fuck my life.

I make my way out of my room, tip-toeing across the hall to the bathroom to quickly strip and take a shower to start to get ready for class.

Everything was so real and being in the same place where just a few minutes ago I was dreaming of being with Yoongi made me hard all over again.

I replayed the dream in my mind which caused my shower to became a little longer than it should have been as I had to take care of my problem.

Even with the delay I was still able to get ready, to the bus stop then to the campus with a few minutes to spare.

I texted Tae on the ride here and told him to meet me at the same spot that we had met on Monday to walk to class together.

After I met up with Tae, we were walking to class and I asked him how the gallery was with his friend.

He went on to tell me how great it was but I didn't fail to notice that he was being very careful not say his friend's name.

(I'm ninety percent sure it was Jin he'd gone with and he was just being conscious to make things uncomfortable for me by bringing him up by name.)

He also talked about how annoying Jimin was when he got back from his meet up with the guy from his dance class. How he wouldn't stop talking about how great the guy was and how much fun they had.

Tae can be a very jealous person, especially when it comes to Jimin, so I don't ever take it too seriously when he gets annoyed that one of us makes a new friend.

I guess Jimin mentioned to Tae that they have a few classes together besides dance so I'm glad he has a friend, but I'm not going to say that around Tae and be added to his shit list too.

The day went by pretty uneventfully. I was given some assignments that are due Friday but nothing too difficult. I ended up getting home a little before one as my last class got out early again.

I wasn't planning on Yoongi being here when I got back, but I was still a bit nervous he might surprise me and be here.

Luckily he wasn't.

I don't know what I would have done if he were.

Probably been an embarrassed, blushing mess and said something either incriminating, embarrassing or both.

It wasn't long after I got home that the pounding on the door was heard.

These movers are quite impatient, but I guess I can understand as I have been asleep every time they've come so far.

They looked quite surprised when I answered the door after the first set of knocks.

I stepped out of their way as they filed in with more boxes, another dresser, various sizes of canvas paintings and two large TVs.

Before they left they informed me that they should be able to bring the last of the things over tomorrow.

After they had gone I went to the living room and threw myself on the couch.

This whole day has been a blur and I blame it on that dream.

I feel guilty for having it, but there is nothing I can do about it now. I'm just frustrated.

I need to get this worked out. Literally.

I decide to change into clothes better suited for working out, then dug through one of my boxes for my cloth wraps for my hands. I stop in the kitchen and fill up my water bottle before heading upstairs.

I thought I saw a punching bag hanging somewhere when I was looking around the other day but I don't remember where.

When I get off the elevator, shuffling through the entrance to the gym I immediately start searching for the punching bag.

I don't see it in with the main equipment so I retrace my steps from yesterday, going back to the lap pool.

As I walk through the doorway my eyes fall to the window that looks out to where the outdoor pool is, seeing off to the side beyond the concrete are two punching bags hanging under an awning.

One of them is free while the other is being used by someone. The person is on the far side of the bag so I can't see them clearly but they are small and it looks like they've got a long light colored ponytail.

Is it that girl from yesterday?

I continue on to make my way outside, eager to get some of this frustration out of my system. As the door shuts behind me with a thud I see the person hitting the bag peak around it. It is the girl from yesterday.

"Oh hi!" She says out of breath as she steps out from behind the bag, blowing a puff of air up her face to attempt to move some hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.

"I didn't take you for a boxer." I smile.

"What do you mean? Look at these muscles." She says as she flexes her arms while she puffs out her chest a bit.

She doesn't hold the pose for long before she relaxes into her previous posture.

"Well, maybe not yet but they're coming in." She pouts as she brings one of her wrapped hands up to pat her bicep.

I laugh at her expression before turning my attention to a nearby chair so I can sit and start wrapping my hands.

She is quite adorable. And very friendly.

"How long have you been doing it for?" I ask as I begin wrapping.

"Not very long. My Unnie and I were going to start doing it together but just as I was getting settled here she left town and ditched me for a dumb boy. She says she'll be back soon but I decided to just watch a few YouTube tutorials and start learning now."

"Serves her right for ditching you for some dumb boy." I smile as I finish wrapping my left hand and move on to my right.

"Well, someday I might have to beat that boy up and I'll probably have to do it by myself anyway." She says as she begins punching the open air in front of her, her small fists moving much too quickly.

She stops before asking, "How long have you been doing it?"

I laugh again at her actions. "It's been about two years now."

"Oh wow! C-could you see me earlier? Did my form look okay? I don't feel like I hold my hands right. Or have my feet in the right place." She huffs out in one breath, pausing for a few seconds before she continues.

"I don't know if I'm really doing any of it right. It's kind of hard to see someone do this through a screen as opposed to in person where they can correct you if something is off, ya know?"

"I couldn't really see you but I'd be happy to give you some pointers. Just let me finish wrapping this."

"Wow really?! Oh that would be so nice of you! Thank you so much- uh, what was your name?"

I look up to meet her eyes with a smile. "Jungkook."

"It's nice to meet you Jungkook. I'm Yeri." She gives me a big bright smile as she reaches her wrapped hand out for a fist bump.

I chuckle as I touch my fist to hers. "Nice to meet you too."