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Seokjin hums thoughtfully. He's standing in Jungkook's closet, thumbing through racks of long-sleeved tops. Jungkook has a huge range of cool, expensive clothes hung up here, but most of them are black. Seokjin usually prefers lighter colours.
So, why is he here, one might wonder?
Well, Jungkook's wardrobe is just so cool compared to Seokjin's. Jungkook and Hoseok certifiably have the best sense of style in the group. Seokjin, on the other hand, doesn't think too hard about what he wears when he's not being dressed by the stylists; he picks clothes at random that are comfy, soft, or just eye-catchingly cute. All his clothes need to do is make him happy, and they do.
But he also regularly indulges in a bit of...'thrifting' through his members' closets. He wouldn't call it stealing; they all share clothes between each other all the time, and it's not like the members don't know that he does it. Still, Seokjin hasn't asked Jungkook's permission to rifle through his clothes today, and it gives him that extremely pleasant feeling of being sneaky and mischievous. He smiles contentedly to himself as he searches for more things to snaffle.
Jungkook has nearly the largest closet of all the rooms in their dorm, a full walk-in room with several moving racks of hanging clothes set side-by-side. Seokjin is right in the back, the closet door left ajar, with several pieces in his arms already. He's picked up some wet-look jeans, and two patterned silk shirts that he reckons will suit him nicely.
The room isn't all that organised; the rack in front of Seokjin should be mostly long-sleeved tops, but they're interspersed with some totally unrelated pieces - dress pants, some casual t-shirts, and a silk tie that's definitely made for formal wear - much the same as all the other messy racks. There's a wobbly tower of shoeboxes on the floor, some sitting open with what are clearly the wrong shoes put back in. There's at least one ripped t-shirt in a pile in the corner, needing to go in the bin. Seokjin tuts at Jungkook's untidiness. Still, he can't complain about the youngest being unclean; at least there's no dirty underwear left lying about. The gentle fragrance of Jungkook's cotton fabric softener ripples into Seokjin's nose as he bothers the fabric.
Presently, Seokjin hears the door of Jungkook's bedroom open and close, the sound of socks shuffling across carpet.
"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin calls out as a greeting, his voice sing-song.
He doesn't hear any reply from Jungkook, just the sound of more shuffling about and the bed creaking. It's no cause for concern. Seokjin continues his rummaging, expecting to hear Jungkook come up behind him any minute to give him a gentle scolding for pinching his clothes.
"Ooh," Seokjin exclaims to himself, yanking a jumper down from a high hanger.
It's a loose knit in black, with distressed holes across the front. A bit of a departure from Seokjin's usual style, but it looks so comfy. Seokjin plops down the pile already in his arms onto the dresser, and holds the jumper up against his chest in the mirror. He turns back and forth, pouting and nodding approvingly.
"Ahhh..."
Seokjin's ears prick up, catching the unusual sound. Seokjin wonders what Jungkook's found in his room.
Seokjin picks up his pile again, hoisting them onto one arm, and turns to continue rummaging through the dresser full of accessories-
"Mm...mmm,"
Okay. That's a little weird.
Seokjin stands, glued to the spot, listening intently. Nothing for a few moments, then-
"Ahh-!" Sharp this time.
Seokjin gets a tingly feeling in his stomach.
Gently, gently, Seokjin puts his bundle down on the floor. He slowly bends back up, trying not to breathe too loud. Seokjin turns toward the closet door, the space between it and the doorframe tempting him forward. He tiptoes, slowly, slowly, across the carpet.
The noises continue. Seokjin suspects he knows exactly what he will see if he peeps through that door, but that doesn't satisfy his curiosity.
Holding his breath, Seokjin presses one eye to the gap.
What he sees is Jungkook.
He sees Jungkook, lying back on his bed, still clothed. Even his hoody and cap are still on. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and it's his sweet mouth that's letting go of all those little noises.
Seokjin's eyes travel down Jungkook's body.
His pants are unzipped. He's holding his cock in one hand, stroking slowly.
Seokjin inhales sharply, then quickly claps his hand over his mouth to stifle the gasp, and draws back from the door.
Well, shit.
Peeping on Jungkook masturbating really hadn't been in his plans today.
Seokjin's heart is beating a little too quickly. He closes his eyes and takes a few moments to get his nerves under control.
This is no big deal. Jungkook's just jerking off. And in his own room, too. There's nothing scandalous about that, it's normal. Everyone jerks off. Hell, he's heard most of the members jerking off at times, even heard them hooking up - the walls of the dormitory just aren't that thick. It's inevitable when they're lived together for so long. Normally he'd politely put his earbuds in and let them get on with it. But he doesn't have that option right now.
And...this is different. It feels different. It's a step too far.
A few beats pass.
Something draws Seokjin's eyes back to the door anyway.
He peers curiously at Jungkook's face again. Jungkook's eyes are squeezed shut, but looking at him, Seokjin figures Jungkook wouldn't see his hiding spot from this angle anyway. He breathes out gently; he seems safe.
But why hadn't Jungkook heard him shout hello?
Ah.
Jungkook's earbuds are still in.
God damn it.
Seokjin grumbles silently to himself about the younger generation; how they're incapable of separating themselves from their earbuds - as if he hadn't had his own in earlier for the full journey home.
Seokjin's distracted from his grumbling only by the little movements in front of him, drawing his eyes.
Jungkook's hand is gripping his cock tightly, stroking himself rhythmically, grinding his hips up to meet his hand each time. The head of his cock is pink and glistening, Jungkook swiping his thumb over it with every stroke. His lips are slightly parted, shining too.
Seokjin doesn't have a mirror, but he can feel the blush creeping from his ears to his neck, and he pulls away from the scene again quickly.
Well.
There's something he never thought he'd see.
Seokjin very, very carefully kneels down on the floor, facing away from the door, resigned to waiting this out.
Part of Seokjin is tempted to burst out from the closet and interrupt the youngest, scold him for being careless in not checking his surroundings properly...but he doesn't truly want to embarrass Jungkook like that. Just the thought gives him a painful pang in his chest.
He just feels so invasive here. He shouldn't be witnessing this. Seokjin's certainly seen all the members naked many times over the years, but it's one thing to see each other naked while getting changed, or in the bathroom, but he's never seen any of them hard before. And Jungkook looks so hard right now...his cock looks so pretty.
What the hell?!
Seokjin shakes himself abruptly. He'd slap himself if he weren't afraid of making too much noise. He can't think about his little one in that way. He draws in deep, even breaths, trying very hard to empty his mind, to not think about what's going on in the next room.
But even though he's not watching Jungkook, he can still hear him. He can still hear Jungkook's pretty moans...and the steady stream of obscene noises is only getting louder.
Seokjin grimaces, his eyebrows pinched. How does he get himself in these awkward situations?!
By nosing around in Jungkook's closet without permission, he supposes.
Seokjin rubs his fingers to his temples, and sighs.
He sits on the floor, waiting patiently. The minutes pass, and Jungkook's sweet moans continue to fill his ears.
The minutes pass, and pass, and pass.
Jeez, Jungkook, how long does it take to rub one out?! Seokjin thinks irritably.
As more and more minutes go by, Seokjin can hear more movement and fidgeting on the bed. Jungkook's whines are becoming more and more high pitched, turning to whimpers, sounding desperate, and almost...almost pained?
Jungkook sounds so pained, in fact, that Seokjin is becoming kind of concerned for him. And this is dragging on for a while...
Seokjin fights and fights against his curiosity, against the urge to turn around. He fights, until he can stand it no longer.
Carefully, he shifts to put his eye to the gap once more.
The instant regret threatens to overwhelm him.
Jungkook is flushed a darker shade of red now, his forehead glistening with sweat. His right hand remains wrapped around himself, tighter now, pumping eagerly at his swollen cock, faster and faster. It's leaking a steady stream of precum, and his balls are drawn up tight.
But now, Jungkook's jeans have been shoved further down, to his knees, and his left hand has moved. It's cupping his ass.
All that Seokjin can see from here is Jungkook's fingers disappearing inside himself, and Jungkook grinding his hips down on them.
Well.
Seokjin's sure he's blushing beetroot red now, and he's so tense that he feels like his nose might bleed.
And for some reason, this time, he's finding it impossible to tear his eyes away. The sight before him is just so unexpected, and lude, and hot, that he's frozen to the spot, barely blinking. He watches in fascinated horror as Jungkook bucks his hips up once, twice...and then he stills, tense, biting down on his lip. The hand gripping his cock jerks wildly now, and Jungkook's noises have reached a fever pitch.
Seokjin recognises those signs. He breathes a tiny sigh of relief. Finally, this ordeal is coming to an end. Seokjin inwardly chuckles at his own pun despite the chaos he finds himself in.
But it's a small mercy, because then - then - the truly unthinkable happens.
Amongst the groans and pants of relief, Seokjin hears it, unmistakeable, and impossibly loud.
"H-hyung..."
And all at once he's treated to the sight of Jungkook coming, shooting ribbons all over his hand, and spilling some on his stomach. His face is pinched in bliss and relief, his mouth hanging open to pant, and it's all happening so fast that Seokjin just stares in disbelief; he can't tear his eyes away, can't seem to move at all.
After a few moments that feel like hours to Seokjin, Jungkook stills on his bed, breathing heavily as he comes down from his orgasm, his eyes fluttering open.
Only then does Seokjin realise he's been holding his breath, and when he forces himself to exhale, he breathes almost as heavily as Jungkook. He finally wrenches his eyes away from the scene.
And then, he's brought sharply back to the present moment, to reality. A new, urgent problem presents itself in his mind: how the hell does he get out of here now?!
Seokjin's trapped. He almost immediately enters panic mode: what if Jungkook comes straight to the closet now?! What if he hears him through the door? Suddenly Seokjin can't see a way out of this situation without being caught.
His heartbeat quickens to double time. The idea of Jungkook bursting in on him in his hiding spot, realising that Seokjin had been peeping the whole time, that he hadn't just said something right away and stopped this whole thing - Jungkook would feel so embarrassed. Seokjin's heart hurts at the very thought. Or would Jungkook fly into a rage at him for being such a pervert, would he tell Namjoon or Bang PD? Seokjin has never seen Jungkook that angry, but then he's never crossed a line like this. He can't decide which would be worse.
Seokjin's mind races, but he can't hear anything happening on the other side of the door.
Calm down.
Seokjin forces himself to breathe slower.
After a minute, still feeling shaky with nerves, he forces himself to turn around and peep through the gap again.
Jungkook is laid down, his softening cock still hanging out of his jeans. His head is propped back against his pillow; his face has returned to its normal, calm, expression, the sheen of sweat and fading pink on his cheeks the only evidence of his recent arousal. His eyes are glued to his phone, which he's holding up above his head with both hands, as nonchalant as you like.
Seokjin squeezes his eyes shut in frustration and annoyance. How long is Jungkook going to lie there and torture him?
The answer comes almost immediately, and Seokjin's heart leaps into his throat as Jungkook hops off the bed towards the side where Seokjin is hidden in the closet - but then, he simply throws his phone and earbuds down onto the bed, swiftly tucks himself back into his pants, and exits the room, presumably (at least Seokjin hopes he's raised him this well) to go and get cleaned up in the shared bathroom.
Seokjin almost sobs with relief, letting his forehead fall forward to the door momentarily after spending so much energy on staying alert.
But there's no time to waste now, and he scrambles up into action mode, ready to flee this terrible awkward moment and simply erase it from his memory for the rest of his life.
That might be easier said than done, however, as his rush to stand up suddenly brings to his attention just how hard he's become.
Oh.
He'd been so on edge that he hadn't even noticed.
Oh no.
He shakes himself, that problem will just have to wait damn it; it's secondary to his immediate need to get the hell out.
So get the hell out he does; he flings open the door to the closet - only just remembering at the last second to close it again to cover his tracks - and bolts from Jungkook's bedroom, making a beeline down the corridor towards his own room.
It seems the cruel gods of fate aren't quite done laughing at him today, however, when he almost barrels headfirst into Namjoon coming out of his own bedroom.
"Hey-"
Seokjin doesn't stop, putting his hands up to Namjoon's shoulders to pivot him around while trying his absolute best to keep his hard-on from being spotted. He thinks it works.
"You okay, hyung?"
Seokjin gives a brief nod without looking back. If Namjoon is looking quizzically behind him as he practically jogs the final few metres to his bedroom door, so be it.
Seokjin reaches for his door handle like a lifeline, flinging the door open and practically slamming it shut. He doesn't stop, rounding the corner of his bed and retreating into his en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind him before leaning back against it and giving a pained cry of relief. Finally, freedom. Privacy. He thinks for a moment. No one will barge in on him here. He locks the door anyway.
Then, and only then, does he look down and seem to feel fully, for the first time that afternoon, how painfully aroused he is. How did this creep up on him? He winces, and quickly unzips his jeans to shove them down his thighs along with his briefs. He grasps the base of his cock, squeezing firmly, and hisses in relief.
Seokjin lets his head fall back against the door, brow pinched, groaning quietly - partly from despair, partly from arousal.
A dozen thoughts are buzzing around in his head, bumping into each other. Why do bad things happen to good people?! Seokjin's good people. Why was Jungkook so turned on that he had to jerk off the second he got home? Jungkook sounded so inviting when he moaned. Why doesn't that boy ever stop listening to music? Jungkook's pink cock looked so needy and lovely. Where did Jungkook learn to whine like that? Jungkook's hand was inside himself. That's not necessarily gay. What was he looking at on his phone afterward? Probably just catching up on their group chat, lurking as always. The way Jungkook bit his lip was so beautiful. Why didn't Seokjin go to Hoseok's closet today? Or to anywhere, literally anywhere, else? Calling out 'hyung' though, that might be a little gay...but which hyung? Seokjin's not so sure he's good people. Which hyung?!
Seokjin closes his eyes. He doesn't want to think right now. Doesn't want to overthink this erection, he just wants to deal with it.
Slowly, gently, with a hand shaking like a leaf, he strokes up his whole length. He pauses at the tip to rub around the head, shivering.
He strokes back down, up, down, up, down, the friction against his dry cock a little uncomfortable.
He feels like it should be uncomfortable. He feels uncomfortable that he got so hard in the first place - why at this? He's just been a peeping Tom, a sneaky pervert watching his best friend touch himself. It's something he's never done before, had never planned on doing.
He continues to stroke, his thumb and fingers grazing up his slit. He groans a little louder with relief. He finds heavy beads of precum there, and slicks them all down his shaft, easing his movements. His grip tightens ever so slightly, pleasured sighs escaping his lips.
In the back of Seokjin's clouded mind, something's worrying him even more than his little perverted adventure. A quiet voice is curiously pointing out the fact that Seokjin is rock hard after watching a guy jerk off. And not just any guy - only his precious youngest, Jungkook. The boy he's raised from his pre-teen years, his little one, the boy he adores more than anyone in the world.
But his hand can't stop stroking.
He only moves gradually faster, squeezing and twisting a little in a fluid motion that pleases him, that's well practiced.
Seokjin's mind threatens to spill over with anxieties, only held at bay by the overwhelming arousal that's slowly building. He's just desperately trying not to think about the scene he's just witnessed.
He twists his hand up his aching shaft, moaning desperately.
The images of Jungkook pleasuring himself are burned on to his brain. They're all-consuming. He can't drag his thoughts away, he can't not think about it.
It's hopeless.
Seokjin whines.
Jungkook is sprawled out on the bed, stroking himself. But now Seokjin is crawling up him, taking off his stupid cap and running his hands up his sweaty chest, letting his hoody ride up.
Seokjin's hand lingers on the head of his cock, fingers delicately rubbing the sensitive spot underneath.
Jungkook's eyes are squeezed shut in bliss, moans escaping his pretty lips, as Seokjin takes Jungkook's hand in his, and they stroke Jungkook's glistening cock together.
Seokjin squeezes the base of his cock again before stroking upwards harder. His knees are beginning to shake beneath him, his thighs trembling.
Jungkook is grinding up into their hands, mewling unabashedly, but now it's Seokjin's delicate, crooked fingers buried inside his asshole, thrusting in and out-
Seokjin brings his free hand down to cup his balls, as his right hand twists up his shaft again and again. He whines loudly, breath hitching, unable to stop the noises leaving his lips.
Jungkook is jerking, panting, looking at Seokjin through heavy-lidded eyes-
Seokjin's strokes get wilder and more irregular. His cock throbs, and he feels a familiar pooling of warmth in his groin, a tightening feeling as his balls draw up.
He wonders what it feels like to hear Jungkook moaning "hyung,", just for him.
No amount of guilt can drag him back from the edge now.
Seokjin keens, tiny tears escaping from his eyes, and all at once he's coming hard into his hand, unstoppable high pitched moans escaping one after the other, the door making shuddering noises against the door frame as his head and hands press back into it, it's too loud, too fucking loud, as his cock throbs and jerks in his hand, and all he hears in his head is Jungkook's whiny voice calling hyung...again, and again, and again.
His cum spills down his dainty wrist and onto the tiles beneath him. His cock jumps, now quickly becoming oversensitive to the touch, and his hand has to still, has to squeeze, as his face pinches and he groans again in relief. Sweat is running down his neck, his chest, and down the backs of his knees. His legs finally give way, and he slumps down to the bathroom floor, coming to rest with his head hanging forward, mouth open, lips trembling, as he breathes heavily through the cool down.
Well, Seokjin thinks. Shit.