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Jungkook didn't know what the hell he was doing.
He just kept watching people getting drunk and kissed, dancing their asses off with wild music playing. And for the millionth time, he stared at the bottom of his empty glass, feeling just as stupid, as empty. The drink had long gone and his eyes averted everywhere from time to time, trying to distract himself from his friends talking about their sex life.
He wondered why he didn't stay home.
His bed was warm enough to be small in his sheets, hiding himself while stuffing his mouth with some mushy sweet popcorn, watching some terrible show just one more time. He used to promise himself to watch it just one more time, but he always found himself there. Everytime. All alone.
It was that stupid solitude that made him accept the invitation.
"It's been so long since you last hung out with us" was what they said on their group chat. They didn't know why Jungkook rarely hung out with them anymore. And he couldn't bring himself enough courage to open up to them.
"And then she fucking licked off my hand!" one of his friends finished his story.
Everybody started laughing and screaming shit at him, while he just shook his shoulders in a stupid gesture that could make Jungkook laugh with them if he wasn't so absent.
"Fuck off!" Hoseok pushed their friend, still laughing. He turned around for a second, his eyes almost stopping at Jungkook, but went to Taehyung by his side instead.
Warm air with relief escaped Jungkook's lips. Well, at least Jimin knew.
Jimin who every time the conversation went directly to sex puts his hand on Jungkook's knee. To calm him down or to just remind him that he was there. Whatever.
It used to work. Not anymore.
Jungkook could feel the weight in his throat, in his chest, suffocating and paralyzing.
"Taehyungie? You said you have a nice story too, right?" asked Hoseok, a smile shining bright as his eyes.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, taking one new beer and opening it easily with a hand trick. Their friends whistled at that.
"Not a nice one," he said, though smiling, before starting to tell them.
Jungkook was about to dissociate. He didn't want to seem like a freak to his friends.
Everyone had a new thing to tell every time they met. Someone got a new nice job. Somebody is dating somebody. Another somebody just broke up with someone.
It's not like he didn't like to talk about it. Life, love, sex. Jungkook liked sex. He loved to listen to his friends… It was the lack of stories from himself (or way too fucking weird stuff he had).
There was something wrong with him.
Well, at least that's how it felt like. He constantly questioned whether what was wrong was his difficulty giving himself completely to anything or the weight that threatened to crush his chest with fury at every second of his life. Or if it was his apathy towards everyday things, his detachment from what should be his desires. He had no idea.
He felt the urge building in his chest to find someone to share a few hours with until their bodies went to exhaustion, to fuck hard so he could forget everything around him. But somehow nothing seemed to be enough. Nothing seemed to be what he imagined, nothing seemed to exactly satisfy him. His body seemed to be covered with waves of pleasure, but the feeling during and especially after the act felt so empty, so sick. Almost disconnected.
He had tried everything. And still nothing.
It was during his most intense period of self-deprecation that Jimin pushed him enough to tell him what was going on. At that time, everyone knew Jungkook, everyone knew his name, but Jimin was the only one who knew the risky situations he got himself into just for a few frustrating moments.
He blinked twice when his friends laughed at Taehyung's story, reminding himself to at least smile too. Jimin's hand was still on his knee. Jungkook saw a movement right in front of him and let his eyes fall in the sight. Yijeong-hyung whispered something in Min Yoongi's ear that made him laugh, eyes tight and a gummy smile.
Jungkook averted his eyes as fast as he could.
It was the intimacy of it. It made the taste bitter in his mouth.
He suddenly needed to get out of there. Get the hell away from his friends for a second and pretend he was fine. Pretend he was a normal 26-year-old young man.
Not a fucking sick and emotionally deprived ass. Emotionally constipated. A fucking idiot.
He got up, all eyes on him for a second. Jimin's eyes were the fastest ones, small fingers stretching to touch his hand. Taehyung stopped talking.
"Are you okay?" Jimin asked, sweet worried eyes.
Jungkook gulped.
All eyes on him meant that that man's eyes were on him too, so he needed to be fast.
He nodded.
"Yeah, I just feel like dancing," he answered, almost embarrassed. "No offense, hyung."
Taehyung hit his ass, playful.
"Brat."
Jimin squeezed his fingers before letting him go. Jungkook realized Min Yoongi was way too deep in a conversation with Yijeong-hyung, so he simply took the beer from Taehyung's hands and put it in his mouth, drinking the cold liquid without stopping for a second.
His friends started laughing and hyping him up until he finished the drink. He set the empty bottle on the table with a thump. Glass meeting wood.
All eyes on him again.
He stared at the coffee-colored brown eyes for a single second before turning around to the dance floor. Stupid ass dance floor. The cold beer barely did anything to him, it was the eyes. The talking.
The goddamn intimacy.
Jungkook pushed himself into the wall of moving bodies, feet walking in tentative motion until he was hiding from all those eyes. Hiding from anyone who could know him. The air was cold around, just like his lips from the drink he took.
His body started to move on his own. Jungkook closed his eyes and let it go.
There was a paper in his pocket burning his skin, but he tried to not care. It wasn't easy to shut down his own thoughts and the song sucked. Still, he tried to stay in the present, in the shoulders and arms pushing him with their dance, in the smell of alcohol and sweat.
Honestly, the dangerous situations he put himself through hadn't all been for nothing.
Jungkook could rank three situations where he felt his body and mind completely aligned with the moment, when he felt what he thought sex should really be like. In a stupid, idiotic way, he felt that these situations managed to make him feel how he should truly feel:
The third situation must have been years ago when Jungkook was in his second year of college. He had arrived late to class once again hungover from his nightly adventures and his professor had once again called him out. He usually called Jungkook into his private room to ask if everything was okay, as his grades during class had dropped significantly when he used to be the best at it.
This time, however, his former professor was not so kind and sympathetic.
First, he asked Jungkook to leave his classroom immediately and the shock that washed over the boy was not even half of the scolding he heard afterwards. There was no sympathy, not even when a few tears escaped Jungkook's eyes. In response to the tears, his professor laughed almost cruelly.
Jungkook was left alone in the hallway after the humiliation, running straight towards the first bathroom he found to cry the last of his stupid tears, especially after realizing that his cock was painfully hard throbbing in his jeans. He'd never let himself think enough about why he'd taken pleasure in such a humiliating situation, not even years later. Not giving a damn if he was in a public restroom, Jungkook just touched himself, coming violently like never before as he sobbed against his free hand.
Yeah, terrible as that.
"You are hot," someone said against his neck, the club moving around him. He was tall and Jungkook was frustrated.
When was the last time he genuinely let someone touch him? When was the last time he let himself go? Always tense, always dense inside his stupid shell.
He was tired of trying and fighting. Fuck, why did he left his house? Too late to go back now, he should try one more time. Just one more time.
Jungkook pushed his ass into the man behind him, meeting warm flesh. The man put his hands around his hips and fuck, Jungkook liked. He liked the hands, the shivers through the skin. The warmth.
They danced like that for a while, feeling each other's body in slow temptation motion. Jungkook felt like floating. He didn't know this man and never would, but knowing he was concentrating on moving his hips against his jeans was something. Something he couldn't explain at all.
The tall man started to leave wet small kisses on his neck. Jungkook shivered, moving his hips with the song, exposing his neck better. The hands turned him around fast and to keep his balance Jungkook put his hands on the man's shoulders. Seeing his eyes on him for the first time felt good, he was nice.
Not pretty like brown eyes and gummy smile but nice.
He smiled at him, letting his bunny teeth in sight, full of snare and secrecy. The man smirked, buying Jungkook's vision. Yeah, he was fucking hot. Look at me, he batted his eyelashes. Just me. The tall man moved his head, leaning into Jungkook's mouth, but he was faster, moving his head away with a fake shy smile. His nose landed on Jungkook's neck, cold as the air around them. He laughed there, shivering his skin.
Jungkook's eyes fell on the table with his friends. No one was looking at him, which was nice, they were all laughing between them. Some people were missing from their seats.
Well, that made Jungkook feel something.
He moved his head back, lips right in the tall man's ear.
"Wanna go somewhere else?" he asked, adding a little laugh. Flirtatious.
"Yes, handsome," said the man, holding Jungkook's hand and leading the way between those sea of people.
The second situation was also years ago. He went on a trip with his closest friends. They decided to stay by the hotel pool, drinking and listening to music at night. Jungkook was way too exhausted to stare at a pool again, so he stayed alone at the bar.
Well, until some man approached him offering company.
He was older than him, more than fifteen years older and didn't recognize Jungkook. And if he did, he pretended very well. They talked for at least two hours, laughing and flirting, hands touching on top of the counter, knees barely touching, but enough to cause goosebumps.
He seemed curious about Jungkook. Probably just trying to fuck him, but it didn't really matter. Jungkook liked the eyes, the attention.
He blew the man in the bathroom.
He thought it was just another one of his situations, one of the things he would try to get off. He was hard and into it, but would he finally truly enjoy this? Jungkook cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand and got up, knees protesting.
The older man opened his wallet. Fancy suit contrasting with his simple white shirt and dark jeans. He took some bills with big numbers and stuffed Jungkook's jeans pockets. The younger opened his mouth to protest, but the man took his bulge in his hand, a caress that made air escape Jungkook's lips almost like a whimper. He said "Should I take care of this?", a presumptuous laugh. "You can take care of it yourself, huh?"
A tug on his bulge, almost painful.
The man left him there, hungry and throbbing. Pocket full of money. He opened his pants, spitting in his hand and touched himself like a desperate man. Eyes full of tears, body begging for a release. The release he wanted and needed.
And somehow, it worked.
He left the bathroom feeling completely fucked up, meeting his friends later that kept asking where the hell was he and why did he took so long. Jungkook only laughed, spending the money he won on more booze.
Back to the club, Jungkook didn't know why he let himself be dragged through the back door of it. He just knew that at that moment his neck was being covered with hungry teeth, hands roaming his torso, arms with thirst and need.
The alley was empty and dark with the night, save for the light from a streetlamp across the street, though it was still barely possible to see anything. The damp ground from a serene rain that had just ended was not why Jungkook almost stumbled when he was pushed hard against the wall, but the pile of empty liquor bottles at his feet.
The man kissing Jungkook's neck laughed out loud, trying to attack his lips again like he did on the dance floor. Jungkook moved his head away.
No kissing. No fucking kissing.
The tall understood that as a challenge.
"Won't you let me kiss you?" he asked, a white smile.
Jungkook laughed again, the same flirtatious tone. Same bunny teeth barely touching his bottom lip.
"No," he said, a whisper in the night.
"No?"
"No," his smile got bigger, more menace. "Just touch me."
The man laughed, holding Jungkook's small waist before getting back at kissing and licking his neck.
Jungkook's chest sank almost immediately, the insincere smile making him anguished amid the tongue that sought space in his skin. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, ready to focus his mind on his next situation:
The first memory, the first situation was a few years ago too, but almost two years after the college bathroom and the older man at the bar. It was the first time that Jimin, worried about Jungkook, decided to invite him to watch a night between him and his boyfriend, Hoseok.
Hoseok was also one of his best friends, and he didn't need much encouragement to agree to let Jungkook watch them, all it took was the idea of being with Jimin. When they first suggested it, Jungkook was hesitant, fearing changing the relationship between them, but his friend seemed so immersed that it would work that he soon decided to go for it.
He couldn't believe to this day how right Jimin was.
After the first awkward mood between them passed, Jungkook sat comfortably in an armchair, watching Jimin slide a leg over Hoseok's lap until he straddled him. They were kissing, but they kissed all the time, so Jungkook felt at first embarrassed that he was looking at them so directly.
But then Hoseok murmured something in Jimin's ear, something Jungkook didn't hear, and Jimin chuckled back, asking in a low voice, a simple, lustful, suggestive "Yeah?" after dropping a loud, wet kiss on his boyfriend's lips. Hoseok smirked back, responding to his wet kisses, as he spread his legs further, settling Jimin even more in his lap.
He could see their tongues moving, Hoseok's hands sliding over Jimin's body making him moan softly in approval. Jimin bit Hoseok's mouth, chin, ear, while he rolled his eyes at the pleasurable sensation.
Jungkook felt his body respond to the visual incentive, in a painful sensation that spread through his body as violently as, if not more than the time in the college bathroom years ago. More than the older man and his bills. There was something about the familiarity between the two, given the fact that the two had known each other for years. They had been each other's firsts. First kiss, first time, first boyfriend.
They knew each other as one.
It was that goddamn stupid intimacy.
If they weren't his friends, Jungkook would envy them. He would envy someone who knew him like that without restrictions, who embraced his flaws and imperfections, who knew him like a mirror.
And as Jimin slowly sat on Hoseok's cock, while they moaned and fucked so good, Jungkook grabbed his balls with one of his hands, the other hand sliding on his cock in intense and painful torture.
He still remembered Jimin's eyes lighting up when he found out that it had succeeded, that Jungkook had thoroughly enjoyed himself like never before.
That's when he really stopped looking for alternative and dangerous measures to feel good about himself and sex.
From time to time through a few years, his best friends called him to watch them sometimes. He never participated, he was always content to just watch. And it was so nice to watch the intimacy between the two that the memories still burned in Jungkook's mind. Mostly that first time.
He wondered from time to time what it must be like to have someone figure him out with a simple look. Someone who would know his body like the back of his hand. Someone who would persevere until he broke through the barriers that Jungkook had built around himself.
The tall man kissing Jungkook's skin behind the alley knelt in front of him after unzipping his pants. Jungkook hissed softly as his cock was freed from his boxers. The unfamiliar man in front of him ran his warm tongue over his length, and Jungkook winced in the dark of night, about to close his eyes to embrace the memories of his best friends fucking each other when the scent of cigarette smoke invaded him.
Jungkook immediately opened his eyes, the scent was too close to come from inside the club.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness again, searching for the source of it.
Jungkook's body froze as he met a familiar pair of eyes on the opposite side of the alley. He must have come over here at some point to smoke and the darkness of the night had completely swallowed him up to the point where Jungkook and his company couldn't even see him in the cramped space.
Jungkook felt his body boil.
What the hell was Min Yoongi doing there?
The younger one disliked that Yoongi was close friends with his friends and they almost always bumped into each other in the same places due to having the same circle of people. The only thing between them was false cordiality. They just endured, ignoring each other's existence almost as if they didn't have to be forced to stay in the same place.
Min Yoongi was not even a mere friend. He was just someone Jungkook knew and didn't really like.
His body tensed uncomfortably, feeling exposed to having those coffee-colored brown eyes watching him as he got sucked. The unknown man's tongue twisted around his cock unexpectedly and Jungkook let air escape between his parted lips, unable to take his eyes off the man smoking in front of him impassively.
The man kneeling in front of Jungkook interpreted his response as positive and repeated the act, this time with more precision.
Jungkook felt full of incentive, he didn't know if he wanted to ask him to stop or close his eyes to remember the hours shared with Jimin and Hoseok. His heart sped up considerably and for a few moments, he thought he was going to have a panic attack.
Min Yoongi decided to let the smoke out between his lips right then, still not taking his impetuous coffee eyes off Jungkook.
He didn't seem interested in the act itself, at no point did he seem to want to watch his cock being sucked. No. His gaze wouldn't leave Jungkook's face. Almost as if he despised him for getting in the way of his moment to fill his lungs.
Still, he didn't take his eyes off him.
Jungkook was about to ask the man in front of him to get up, but something in Yoongi's expression changed. As if he sensed that Jungkook was going to ask out loud to stop.
Then, shooking the younger one, the idiot arched an eyebrow. Only the reddish tip of the cigarette illuminated his expression full of curiosity and silent challenge.
A shiver ran down Jungkook's spine and he felt completely stupid. Different. He shifted a little more so his jeans hung down his legs, a clear invitation for the man in front of him to grab his balls in a teasing massage.
A breath escaped Jungkook's mouth. No more tension. Faced with Yoongi's contemptuous gaze, he wanted to make the other one curious.
He wanted to feel wanted.
He had never done anything like this before, but before he knew it, he was overcome with lustful desire. The unknown man shoved him into his mouth, sucking slowly and making Jungkook almost roll his eyes. Almost, because he was too busy staring into the cold gaze that watched him in the dark.
Yoongi now had turned his head a little to the side as if he wanted to see exactly what was going on, although he didn't take his eyes off Jungkook's eyes, devouring every feature of his face with his teasing stare.
Jungkook held back his moans. No. In fact, the blowjob was good, but it wasn't half as pleasurable as having that look on him, even if it was full of indifference and contempt. It was humiliating and powerful at the same time.
One corner of Yoongi's lips turned up for a goddamn reason Jungkook knew nothing about. A sly half smirk, bordering on a cruelty that Jungkook just couldn't understand.
The two of them never got along, they always found a reason to exchange sharp words at their friends' meetings, and they often had to intervene so the two could stop arguing over something simple. Most of the time, Jimin would put a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, or Yijeong, Yoongi's boyfriend or whatever, would put a hand on his leg. The two would stop the discussion at instant, as if they finally realized they were in public.
That cruelty in Yoongi's gaze, however, was new. And it was time for something in Jungkook to change too.
The air that escaped his lips was coarser and more needy.
He saw Yoongi's legs move, as if they shifted their weight. But it was enough for Jungkook to think that maybe Yoongi was hard.
The lighting was dim and he could be wrong, but he could also be right, and he didn't want to let that moment pass. Not while in the few minutes he was there, he didn't have to think once about Hoseok and Jimin fucking. Not even once.
Jungkook wanted to put on a show.
He felt in his entire body the need to be watched like never before.
He had been in the observer position before, but never as the observed. And God, his entire body was tingling from head to toe.
A moan, the first aloud, escaped his lips at the realization.
Something he had just discovered about himself, despite all of his dangerous adventures. Perhaps he was a bit of an exhibitionist.
The smell of Yoongi's cigarette invaded him, and Jungkook wondered if the other was enjoying watching him as much as he was enjoying being watched. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment and contentment at the thought, but he proceeded to move his hips towards the mouth in front of him.
The wet sounds of gagging and moaning coupled with muffled music in the background. Jungkook suddenly thrust two fingers into his mouth on impulse, sucked on them eagerly, watching the unreadable but curious gaze intently in the darkness.
He groaned around the fingers and when they were wet enough, Jungkook took them out of his mouth, quickly tucking them under his own shirt, bringing them to his nipple. The short time the fingers were wet outside his mouth was enough to cool them in the night, the slight shock of temperature had him hissing.
A nice, needy sound that had him rubbing his nipple harder, sensitive and rigid under his own fingers.
Sensitive. Yoongi arched a curious eyebrow again.
Jungkook gulped with difficulty. His cock was painfully hard and he felt his cheeks, neck, and shoulders burning.
Why the fuck was he getting off more from being watched than from having someone sucking his cock and balls?
And it had been a long time since anyone had touched Jungkook. Years since someone last made him really come. And never without thinking of his friends fucking. His body started to tense, getting ready to explode in a million pieces in some stranger's mouth.
Could he do it? Could he finally do it? Was he finally, finally, enjoying himself? Being free and not scared? The thoughts raced through his mind, corrupting his moment of letting go.
His eyes burned in Yoongi's.
He wondered what it would be like to have those eyes on him while being totally naked. Somehow, that's what it felt like. Jungkook felt vulnerable under that gaze, an uncomfortable feeling, but also so fucking delirious and nearly insane.
A whimper left his mouth, full of despair, pain, and pleasure. He was close, but still so scared.
Yoongi moved both eyebrows, a slight head movement as if to say "Go on, then". And the sound escaping Jungkook's lips felt like being finally released. A prisoner to his own chains with a stupid permission from his watcher.
Jungkook came into the stranger's mouth. His body shook as he moved his hips, as finally closed his eyes from the pleasure, but also a bit from embarrassment.
The humiliation. Fuck, it never felt that good before, not even with his stupid three situations rank. He lost himself in his own pleasure, losing balance from his shaking legs, ears ringing in what was the most powerful orgasm he ever had.
The younger one felt cold air blowing in his arm, opening his eyes in an instant. Yoongi had walked away from his wall, passing just by Jungkook's side to get to the backdoor now opened. The purple light illuminated his skin, and Jungkook could finally see that his watcher was never hard at all. Face blank and back to his usual impassive eyes.
The air suddenly got colder.
Jungkook's cheeks burned with shame as Min Yoongi got back inside the club, leaving only his smoke behind.
*
Jungkook left the restroom with his hands cold from washing it three times.
He gave the stranger a shitty handjob and then said their goodbyes. The tall man insisted on taking Jungkook's number, but he was evasive, taking the man's numbers instead.
He would never call.
Back to his seat, he found only Jimin still comfortably seated. Well, if he didn't count Yoongi there too, holding a glass of whiskey.
Jungkook felt his cheeks burn, but he wouldn't fucking cry from embarrassment. He lived through fucking worse than that.
Fuck Min Yoongi.
He took his seat by Jimin's side and his friend opened one of his prettiest smiles.
"There you are!" he said, hands back on holding Jungkook.
The younger one smiled at his friend, ignoring the way Yoongi moved his body when acknowledged his presence. Like he was the uncomfortable one and not Jungkook. Asshole.
"We were looking for you," Jimin said, pretty pink nose snooping on him. "Where the hell were you?"
Jungkook laughed a bit.
"Outside," he simply said.
"You did not take any-"
"I didn't, hyung. I'm clean," Jungkook gulped. He hated that his hyung worried about him like that, and hated even more that he used to give him reasons to worry. "I don't like it, you know that."
"Well, you used to snort coke to get fucked, baby," his friend said in a playful tone. Jungkook laughed because Jimin was the only one that knew every fucking single thing about him.
His smile left his face when Yoongi moved again.
Eyes meeting for a single second, and Jungkook knew he could perfectly hear what they were talking about.
"That was one time," Jungkook defended himself, eyes staring deep at Yoongi's coffee-colored curious ones.
"And one time was enough to come back home bleeding."
"Which should probably mean it was fucking hot," The answer felt like defiance.
"If you said so," Jimin rolled eyes, taking a sip of his drink with a little smile at the corner of his lips.
Jungkook bit his bottom lip, feeling a little bit too stupid.
"Nah," he murmured. "I've had better."
Because he had, and he could still feel his body tingling a bit from it.
He was the first to look away, feeling his face burn from the stare.
But he shouldn't give a damn to Yoongi now. He had nothing to do with him in the first place, so he only had to go on with life like Min Yoongi hadn't messed up his three situations rank.
Fuck him.
Jungkook bit his lip one more time, feeling another thing burn in him. The message he received this morning. He stuck his fingers in his pocket to catch the paper and hesitated for a second before standing it in front of Jimin.
"What?" his friend said before looking at the envelope.
"The thing I told you about earlier."
Jimin took the small black envelope on a thin paper to the fingers that it incited curiosity. The for Jeon Jungkook was written in delicate and thoughtful handwriting.
He opened and Jungkook watched his eyes reading its content.
"You received an invitation to Sour?" asked Jimin, eyes wide.
"Well, yeah," he said, though he didn't know what the hell that meant.
"Jungkook! It's a rich people sex club!" his friend said, staring at him in disbelief.
"What? H-how did they find me?" and why him? It felt somehow like a joke.
A third voice entered their conversation.
"Sour?"
The younger ones looked at Yoongi. He seemed tense and a little bit too curious.
"He received an invitation to it, hyung, can you imagine that?" Jimin said, stretching his arm with the envelope towards Yoongi.
"Hyung!" Jungkook sounded like a child, but there was nothing he could do since no one really knew he could barely stand Yoongi. They always thought he was being playful as the youngest of them.
Too late, though. Yoongi took the envelope, reading it in silence. Jungkook could feel his cheeks burn.
Suddenly everyone was too invested in his sex life.
"I don't know much about it, they are too secret, but well, it's definitely a sex club,” Jimin kept talking and Jungkook was feeling his head spin.
"An exhibitionist sex club," Yoongi said, eyes still on the paper.
Jungkook gulped hard. Oh.
His eyes landed on Jungkook a second later.
"You shouldn't go," he said, and it's funny how three simple words can make someone go feral.
"Why not?" Jungkook asked, voice full of venom.
A smirk. A different one. Jungkook never saw Yoongi smile like that, not even with Yijeong-hyung.
"You don't seem like the exhibitionist type," he answered, just as venomous.
It felt like another challenge.
"What do you know about me?" Jungkook returned it, feeling his chest rising and falling with his fast breathing.
He watched Yoongi open his mouth to reply, but their friends decided to get back at the moment, spreading around them with joy and playfulness.
Jungkook only lasted a few more minutes in that place. He left more tired than when he arrived.
*
The sound of water was intoxicating.
Maybe he missed dedicating himself so much to his favorite sport. Too young to have retired after spending more than half his life dedicated to swimming. People questioned his motives, as the promise of the South Korean national swimming team, Jeon Jungkook was a successful athlete.
If somebody asked the reason for his sudden retirement, he wouldn't know how to answer. It wasn't something he thought about much. He lived financially well being the assistant coach of the national swimming team he had left two years earlier. And still loved the water, which was nice. He still loved diving in and feeling it cool against his skin.
But he didn't love it too much to compete, to have all the spotlight on him.
Maybe that was one reason, the panic of having so many eyes on him, taking a piece of his skin, realizing that he existed and was real. Maybe he just preferred to hide from everyone, the less attention he attracted the better.
His body sank even deeper into the icy water, one last dive before lifting his head out, feeling his muscles pleasantly burn with the repetitive movements. He had barely removed the cap from his hair when he heard someone clearing their throat.
“Oh,” said his old coach, arms crossed, staring at him on the edge of the pool with a half smile on his face. “Remembering the old days? You know, it’s never too late to go back.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the old man's comments. His former coach laughed once.
“Just trying to relax a little,” he said, lifting himself out of the pool. Water splashed everywhere and his old coach grunted as his pants got wet.
Jungkook laughed.
“This isn’t a recreational pool, you know?” said the old man, hitting the clipboard he was holding lightly on Jungkook's head who grunted. “Now get out of here. Even the athletes have already left.”
Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes, leaving for the staff locker room. After taking a shower and putting on his clothes, the assistant coach picked up his backpack and walked out of the place about to call a taxi, but his cell phone vibrated beforehand.
His friends' group chat was flooded with messages.
Everyone was interested in knowing whether or not Jungkook would go where he had been invited. All the messages demanding him to go to Sour.
Jungkook hadn't decided yet whether he would go or not.
He followed some instructions in the invitation, however. He was completely shaved. He had cut his hair a little, although he didn't understand why exactly he was caring so much about his appearance if he wasn't yet so sure he would go.
The next instruction would be to have clean tests. He took it and he was clean. Plus, that blowjob weeks ago had been the first time anyone had touched him in years. He was safe.
He also couldn't talk about Sour to anyone, at least the only thing his friends knew was the invitation and nothing else. And if he decided to go, they would never know.
Jungkook was unfortunately already used to hiding information from them.
The last instruction was simple. No sexual activity outside the club for the time in which participating in the meetings.
Jungkook wouldn't have sex with anyone anyway.
All he had to do was send his confirmation to the number on the envelope and he would receive the location's address. There was nothing to gain and nothing to lose, right?
Jungkook snorted to himself.
For someone who didn't care much about it, he couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities. But there was a bigger reason not to deny the invitation at first. He hated the way Yoongi told him not to go. He hated it.
What did that man really know about him? Besides the fact that he was funny, young, handsome? That Jungkook knew his friends? What else? That he knew the face Jungkook makes when he cums? And that's it.
Nothing more than this.
He had no right to point and say anything to Jungkook. The youngest wanted to shove that glass of whiskey down Yoongi's throat. Idiot.
Rolling his eyes once again, Jungkook made a decision.
And he pressed send.