It’s just. 3 nights of sleeping next to Jimin.
And it’s only the first night but it’s already bad.
Because Jimin— well, ever since they served together, showered together most of those days too— he’s extremely comfortable around him. Naked, that is.
Actually, Jimin has always been overly comfortable with showing skin ever since their rookie days, but it’s about just the two of them being naked around each other.
He used to be able to shut Jimin out of the bathroom or at least be decent enough to have a towel wrapped around whenever Jimin barged in, but ever since military service, even that small bit of privacy has faded.
The thing is, he kind of forgot he left the door unlocked, and he kind of forgot Jimin is comfortable enough to barge in when he showers.
And he’s kind of— getting off.
“Yah!”
“Fuck— hyung— sorry—“ He turns his back quickly, heat rushes up to his face. “Forgot the lock.”
“Fuck— I can’t believe that’s—“ Jimin actually laughs. “That’s the first time I’ve caught you doing that in my life.”
“Well don’t stand there?” Jeongguk calls over his shoulder, all shame rushing through his veins. “Get out.”
Through the glass door he gets those eyes squinted together with pure glee— of course Jimin thinks this is funny.
“Get out.”
“Yeah yeah.” Jimin grabs his toothbrush. “Enjoy yourself.”
“Shut up.”
Jimin closes the door behind him, and Jeongguk just stares at the wall, pinches the bridge of his nose.
Mission just get the edge off before you sleep next to jimin: failed.
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A small menacing smile immediately appears on Jimin’s lips as soon as Jeongguk makes it out of the shower. He’s lying on the bed, head against the headboard, on his phone, nothing but boxers on.
“Don’t make that face.” He says, as he towels his hair dry.
“But it was kind of funny, I’ve never seen you jerk off.”
“Don’t say it.”
“Come on, all of us jerk off.”
Jimin says it as if that somehow makes the situation better. Maybe cause he does not see the image of them circle jerking appear in his head.
“let’s not talk about it.”
“Even Yoongi.”
“Stop.”
He throws his wet towel at Jimin, who just catches it mid air.
“Did you use this to clean up?”
“No— fuck, no.”
Even after all these years, Jimin can still somehow shock him— his shamelessness is unmatched.
He just rushes to get into his pyjamas while Jimin chuckles behind him.
“You’re so easy these days. Thought you got used to me during service.”
Jimin gets up then, saunters to the bathroom. And when he closes the door, he locks it.
Jimin never locks it.
That’s either intentional for comedic effect, or it’s—
Well, to get off.
It doesn’t really matter which of the two it is, it’s on his mind anyway.
Jimin masturbating— fucking his hand under the shower, all wet and slick and—
Fuck.
Why is he so affected by Jimin after all these years? It’s absurd. Can’t he just go back to seeing him as a friend?