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You shout, brows furrowing and jaw clenching at the thought of him entering the bathroom while you’re showering. He was so damn lucky the hotel selected frosted glass for their shower doors. If he had walked in here while you were naked, all hell would’ve probably broken loose. You might’ve even thrown your body wash at him. Well, it’s still possible at the moment, especially with the anger from earlier still sitting in your bones.

“I needed to piss; therefore, I’m in the bathroom,” he responds, and you’re sure there’s a smug smirk on his lips. The way his voice pitches slightly at the end is enough to tell you that he finds this amusing.  

This must be payback because why else would he be annoying you this way? Not a moment crosses your mind where you can remember Jungkook using the bathroom with you in there. In all the years the two of you have been friends, a situation like this has never occurred.

“There’s another bathroom across the hall,” you state while wringing out the loofah and hanging it on the little shelf in the corner. If you stayed under the water any longer, your skin would probably start to peel, and the thought of that sends a shiver down your spine.

Instead of a response from Jungkook, a low exhale comes from him, followed by a steady stream of water. The fact that he’s standing a couple of feet away from you pissing should be enough to gross you out, but for some reason it doesn’t…you find it hot?  

Not the fact that he’s peeing, but that he’s doing something so intimate with you right here naked with nothing but a glass dividing the two of you.

“I was in a rush, and this one is closer,” he explains as the last few drips sound in the bathroom. If you wanted to, you really could slide open the glass just a bit and take a peek. I mean, there were many moments throughout the years where the thought of Jungkook’s dick and how big it was popped into your mind. You were certain he was big just from the way he would manspread any chance he got, no matter how many times you would yell at him for taking up so much space and not being considerate. But now was not the time to be thinking about how much he was packing.    

“Ugh, are you done yet? I need to get out,” you groan, hand reaching to turn off the faucet, and standing still as the remaining water swirls down the drain. If you were back home, you would’ve been immediately reaching for the towel, patting yourself dry before stepping out of the shower. Unfortunately, you’re not home, and you’re still standing there with no towel, the cold air nipping at your skin the longer you wait.

“You know you can look for yourself and see if I’m done.” The low chuckle that follows suddenly has you wishing you had done more than only dump the water on him. He was right; you did have a strong urge to look, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Stop playing with me, Jungkook! I’m freezing!”

Within a few seconds, the loud flushing of the toilet sounds and the sink turns on. A deep sigh escapes from the depths of your chest as you slightly slide open the door, fingers grasping onto the soft fluffy fabric, quickly securing it around your body.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want to see.”

The door is suddenly pulled open, eliciting a shriek from your lips. Jungkook is standing there in grey shorts and a fitted black tee, different from his interview ensemble.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you today?!” You exclaim, glancing down to make sure all parts of your body are fully covered, the little piece of your towel securely tucked in under your armpit.

Even though the air conditioning is on full force, your entire body seems to be heating up the longer you stare at Jungkook. The anger is raging through your veins, but there’s a hint of something else, and the more you focus on the muscled man towering in front of you, the more it increases. Those long, slender fingers of his reach up and skim through his black, messy hair, exposing his forehead. You can’t help but bite your lip as you watch his slow movements. This idiot has no idea the effect he has on you, but you’re glad he hasn’t noticed.

“Nothing’s wrong with me, y/n. I’m actually in a really good mood right now,” he mumbles while looking down at you, his voice sounding slightly raspier and deeper than before.

The two of you were standing so close now, barely a foot of space between you. You could nearly feel Jungkook’s breath flow over your entire face as he spoke. Jungkook was a lot taller than you, so much that you had to tilt your head up to speak to him when he was in such close proximity like this.

“Then why have you been making so many sly comments towards me lately? It’s almost as if you’re jealous,” you question now even more aware that at this angle Jungkook has a clear view straight down into your towel.  

“Would it be an issue if I was?”

It comes out so softly you were sure your mind must have been playing tricks on you. There’s no way he’s standing here and dangling the possibility that he’s jealous when it comes to you. Sure, you had questioned him, but those were not the words you expected to leave his mouth. Your lips part, and a soft breath escapes through your lips as you scan his eyes for any sign. There’s not a hint of amusement or anything that would give him away as toying with you.

“You’re seeing someone, Jungkook. We shouldn’t be alone like this.”

It’s as if a spell breaks the second you say those words out loud, the look on his face changing. He takes a step back from you, shaking his head only for a few strands of hair to fall across his forehead. You’re stuck in the same position, feeling all over the place. In the distance, you can hear the faint voices of the guys across the hall, their laughter sounding louder and louder. The two of you must’ve been in the bathroom together for about 10 minutes now.

Silence fills the small space, and Jungkook stands there, his bottom lip briefly stuck between his teeth, jaw tight, before he releases it.

“Yeah, you’re right. We shouldn’t,” and with that cold response, he brushes past you without a second glance, coldness taking over your body, only this time it’s not from the bathroom air.

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, you think to yourself as you survey the scene in front of you. Two pitchers of strawberry sangria were the perfect amount for the eight of you to enjoy with a slight buzz, but somehow you manage to convince Hobi to order another round, and really it didn’t take much convincing.

“No, because think about it—,” Taehyung is in the midst of his explanation before he is cut off by Yoongi.

“Taehyung, you might have a chance, but there’s no way Jimin’s surviving out there.”

All of you sat around a large polished cherry oak table in the private area of the cozy hotel restaurant. You sat between Taehyung and Jimin, which of course Jungkook made a face at. Directly across from you, he swirled his glass of sangria before downing it, immediately reaching to pour what must’ve been his fifth glass. On either side of him sat Namjoon and Yoongi, and on either side of them sat Jin and Hobi, filling out the rest of your table. One thing about these boys is that they could eat. There was not a full plate in sight; everyone wasted no time devouring their meals, and now a heated debate was taking place on who could survive in the wilderness.

“Yah, why wouldn’t I survive?!” Jimin shouts, clearly insulted by the fact that Yoongi had more faith in Taehyung than him.

This was the most talkative Yoongi had been in a minute. All you had to do was get a little alcohol in his system, and that man would be full-on gummy smile and yapping mode.

“You don’t even have any survival skills,” Jin chips in, pushing Jimin’s shoulder in a playful way.

“I know how to make a fire,” Jimin responds, pushing Jin right back, almost causing him to slide out of his chair from the sudden force.

“You almost burned down your apartment two weeks ago while making ramen,” Yoongi quickly reminds everyone.  

This was news to you, and the image of Jimin burning down the apartment because of something so small as ramen mixed with the feeling of alcohol flowing through your veins has you bursting into a fit of giggles. The laughter overtakes your body so much so that your entire upper body falls into Taehyung’s lap, unable to keep your balance. This restaurant really knew how to make a great sangria, and those incredibly sweet strawberry pieces might be your new weakness. As your giggles slowly quiet down, your eyes become heavy from the light caresses across your cheek, and any conversation in the background slowly fades away.

You become aware of the heat radiating from Taehyung’s thighs and how muscular they feel beneath your cheek. Heat rises to your own face at how intimate a position you’re currently in, but your body feels too comfortable to move. You were close with the boys, but you were never in a position like this with any of them. You don’t want to read too much into it, but the way Taehyung touches your face feels a little more than friendly.  

Laughter still flows around you, but the conversation makes no sense with the drowsiness creeping up on you. The sleepy feeling is so strong that you don’t even have the energy to react when Jungkook makes another comment; in fact, what he says doesn’t even fully register before you drift off into the darkness.  

“So now you’re giving blowjobs under the table?”

Chapter 08

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