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The entire ordeal, or as Yoongi later calls it: the tribulation™, starts with a cap.
A black ALO cap.
Seokjin’s black ALO cap.
Living with six men has been hard back then.
But now it would be easier; Jeongguk was sure of it.
They have grown up, got used to their stressful lives, knew each other’s souls better than their own and knew how to argue without hurting each other.
Also - and it is a bit embarrassing to admit - they have gotten less horny. So, hooking up, bringing people back to the dorm or in their hotel, was less of a problem nowadays; no one had to shove their earbuds into their brains and listen to loud music while one of the guys got a girl in the next room.
Jerking off was no longer an everyday thing, showers took a reasonable time, and no one feared walking into a bedroom anymore.
Or that’s at least how Jeongguk would have pictured living together nowadays.
And he does picture it more often than he’d like to admit. The guys were incredibly annoying, living together was hell on some days and purgatory on others. But he missed it. He missed not being alone and lonely, way more than he hated not having privacy.
So, when the company suggested the song writing camp, Jeongguk found himself agreeing to it immediately.
He really thought living together nowadays, would not include the entire sex/masturbation thing. Jeongguk was sure that that entire thing was just not relevant anymore- like at all.
He thought with them all being in their late twenties and early thirties that just wouldn’t come up again. Sure, they would do it but maybe not in their rented house and while working on the album.
He had really thought they’d acquire that much self-control over the years.
So, he really had been surprised, maybe even shocked, when he saw the cap.
After Namjoon walked in on Taehyung, years ago, terror still visible in his eyes (no matter how much they urged him to tell them what had happened, Namjoon refused to tell anyone what he saw, but it had to be horrible, Jeongguk was sure of it), he put his foot down.
If you are doing anything sexual in your room, you need to put some kind of clothing on your door. Jeongguk is pretty sure he saw that in a movie, but he was cool with it.
Sometimes he’d walk through the dorm and see a sock on Yoongi’s doorknob or a jacket on Namjoon’s or a scarf on Hoseok´s or shoes in front of Jimin’s or even boxer briefs on (of course) Taehyungs and he’d know not to annoy or interrupt them.
Never in all the years since the “clothes as a warning”-rule has Jeongguk seen a piece of clothing on Seokjin’s door.
He never questioned it, and he only started to notice it after Jimin pointed it out one drunken night. But somehow, even though he then was paying extra attention to it, he was not surprised that he never saw one.
Seokjin is closed off when it comes to sex or intimacy, didn´t even make jokes about it, didn´t speak about fantasies or memories. He somehow seemed like he was above it? Maybe he since he was already older than them when they lived together and had experience (or that’s what Jeongguk thinks because no way that man is a 33-year-old virgin) and was not a teenager trying to exist with these newfound urges and wants.
But it was not only that. His oldest Hyung was conservative when it came to showing skin or yeah, well sex in general. Which was fine, of course, but it was an enormous difference to the rest of the group, so it stood out.
There simply never was a piece of clothing on his Hyung’s door. (And there was no way that he would just disrespect a rule they all agreed on. Seokjin was just not that type of person.)
So, when Jeongguk walked by the room closest to the living room and spotted the cap, he stopped dead in his tracks. Lips wrapped around the straw of his bubble tea and stared at the cap.
At first, he thought that it was one of the other guys. They took Jin’s cap, or he lent or gifted them one. But he knew that that room was the only one that no one had picked. And Jin came here last night after his tour ended a few days ago, so it had to be him, right?
“Hey, Jeonggukie”, Taehyung wraps his arm around him. “We are gonna order some food, you coming?”
Jeongguk did not answer at first, still staring at the black cap and Jeongguk not immediately perking up when being asked if he wanted to eat was worrying.
“What’s wrong?”
Jeongguk nodded towards the door and Taehyung grinned as soon as he spotted it, because of course he does.
“Uhhh”, he is wiggling his eyebrows. “Jin-Hyung’s getting action. The old man still got it in him. That is kind of reassuring, is it not? If he can still get it up, we don’t have to worry about that for the next couple of years.”
“But…” Jeongguk still can’t look at something else. “Jin-Hyung- hooking up. Here? Is that not…?”
“Is it what…?”
“Weird, dangerous, not something Jin-Hyung would do, I guess?” Jeongguk nibbled on his lower lip.
“Did you not hook up here because you were worried?” Taehyung croaked his head.
Jeongguk didn’t really want to. They were together again after all and they were working on music again and hooking up was like, okay not the last thing on his mind, but like not something he wanted to right now.
He shook his head.
“I mean I would not do it right now either, but we had our off time. The last weeks, back home, we could hook up whenever and all that, but Seokjin was working ever since he got out. I am pretty sure he hasn’t had a lot of time for himself, and he earned that. So!” Taehyung pushes Jeongguk away from the door and the cap. “We let him have this and we are getting ourselves food. Let’s go.”
It’s does not like he wouldn’t let Seokjin hook up, but somehow the thought of it confused him. After the late-night snack, he went back to his room.
His room was next to Jin’s. Jeongguk laid awake for some time and stared at the wall they shared.
The cap had still been there when he made his way to his room, and he wasn’t trying to hear something but he also did not put in his earbuds like he normally would have when he saw a cloth on one of the guy’s doors.
Shortly before he fell asleep, he made up his mind. Jin-Hyung was a prankster. Tomorrow morning at breakfast he’d laugh at them falling for it. Yes, that was it.
When Jeongguk woke up again, not even one hour had passed. He blinked and reached for his phone.
Why in hell did he wake up in the middle of the night?
Then he heard it again.
A moan from the other side of the wall. A moan from Jin’s room. A female moan.
Jeongguk sits up abruptly. The first thought that comes to his tired mind is that maybe he was hornier than he thought and was hearing things.
But then he hears it again and again. The woman gets needier, louder, way more intense. Jeongguks breath quickens.
He wasn’t too insecure about his abilities in the bedroom, or so he thought, but no woman he was with ever was that loud. Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s an American, or a LA thing, which he kind of knows was bullshit because he has hooked up last time he had been here, but that would mean…
That maybe it’s him, it’s Seokjin.
Jeongguk swallowed hard.
When he slightly lifted his hips, his erection pressed into the mattress and his breath hitched.
The moaning gets even louder, the woman is now almost screaming and whenever she is not, she is whining.
Okay, so his body reacts to the female moans, sure. That is normal.
He closes his eyes. If he already has a boner, if he is already listening then- he can get off right?
But he does not. Something inside him holds him back from going all the way.
He turns to face away from their shared wall. He tries to picture a woman underneath him. What would she look like?
Tattoos, … piercings, - short hair, sporty body, tall, big shoulders-what?
Hot, definitely hot.
But somehow it doesn’t do anything for him.
Even the moans did not get him off and he has, even at his grown age, come from less. He just needed his fantasies and a little stimulation, and he’d normally be driven over the edge.
The woman came - the sounds she was making, left no room for speculation - and now the only thing he heard was the bed squeaking.
Seokjin was still going and somehow that left him whimpering into the mattress.
How was Seokjin still going?
What has he done to make her sound like that? What does he sound like? What does Seokjin look like right know?
His fantasies really were still enough to make him come, Seokjin’s face, eyebrows scrunched up, mouth opened up to a moan that he just can’t stop from leaving his mouth, his new muscles that he showed off on his tour bulging, fingers gripping onto the mattress and the pillow beneath Jeongguks head.
Jeongguk came without touching himself, just by rutting against the mattress only (and well that would be a problem tomorrow) by thinking about the face Seokjin makes when he comes.
He is fucked.