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They look like they had a quickie in the bathroom right beforehand
Jk gripping hs’ hair, good stuff https://twitter.com/golden9497/status/1326906190660558849
Jk gripping hs’ hair, good stuff https://twitter.com/golden9497/status/1326906190660558849
listen, this is not supposed to be a full blown out fic but im just imagining the guys gathering for this photoshoot, hoseok's hair is only slightly tousled, nothing like how the final photos turn out.
the guys wonder where jungkook is and they send hoseok to go find him.
the guys wonder where jungkook is and they send hoseok to go find him.
hoseok can't lie, he's a little on edge today, you'd think by now he'd be used to the onslaught of shoots and promos they do but sometimes he's just tired, wants life to slow down a bit, but it can't their new single gained a lot of traction and an album is on the horizon.
so yeah, he's a little more than irritated that the maknae isn't there, further delaying everything, just making the shoot drag on longer than necessary.
he heads to the fitting room where they had been getting ready and jungkook is nowhere in sight.
he heads to the fitting room where they had been getting ready and jungkook is nowhere in sight.
"What the hell," Hoseok mutters, running a hand through his hair, ignoring the fact that the stylist would probably reprimand him for that later.
He glances around the room before remembering that there's a bathroom towards the back that maybe he should check.
He glances around the room before remembering that there's a bathroom towards the back that maybe he should check.
He heads towards the bathroom and doesn't knock before barging in, calling out, "Jungkook-ah?" as he enters.
There's multiple stalls in the bathroom and one is obviously occupied.
There's multiple stalls in the bathroom and one is obviously occupied.
Hoseok knows that there's a chance that Jungkook isn't in here and he might've scared the daylights out of some innocent staff member instead, but right now his mind is laser-focused on finding the maknae.
"Jungkook-ah? Are you in here? Come on, everyone is looking for you."
"Jungkook-ah? Are you in here? Come on, everyone is looking for you."
Hoseok impatiently taps his foot on the ground, waiting for a response.
He doesn't hear any clear response but he hears something. Something like whimpering coming from the occupied stall.
He doesn't hear any clear response but he hears something. Something like whimpering coming from the occupied stall.
It sounds like Jungkook.
Instantly Hoseok's irritation dissipates, replaced by worry. He can't help it, he's always had a soft spot for Jungkook, having taken care of him since pre-debut days.
He doesn't baby him as much these days, treating Jungkook more like an equal as he's grown up.
He doesn't baby him as much these days, treating Jungkook more like an equal as he's grown up.
But that doesn't mean Hoseok still doesn't worry about him, still has the urge to fret over him, make sure he's okay.
"Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok's tone turns soft. He walks over to stall and knocks. "Is that you? Are you okay?"
"Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok's tone turns soft. He walks over to stall and knocks. "Is that you? Are you okay?"
There's an audible, sharp intake of breath and the whimpering stops. A beat passes and Hoseok doesn't like how Jungkook hasn't responded. "Seriously, Jungkook-ah, are you okay? I'm getting worried."
Hoseok hears the rustling of clothing, a small sigh, before the stall unlocks.
Hoseok hears the rustling of clothing, a small sigh, before the stall unlocks.
Hoseok is greeted with an eyeful of the maknae and he instantly notices the look of discomfort on his face, a slight flush apparent on his cheeks.
"Oh shoot, are you sick, Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok starts, reaching out to press the back of his hand against Jungkook's forehead.
"Oh shoot, are you sick, Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok starts, reaching out to press the back of his hand against Jungkook's forehead.
Jungkook makes an exasperated noise but doesn't avoid Hoseok's touch. "No hyung, 'm fine," he mumbles, slightly rolling his eyes.
"Oh come on, don't be like that," Hoseok replies, an edge of annoyance creeping back into his voice.
"Oh come on, don't be like that," Hoseok replies, an edge of annoyance creeping back into his voice.
"I know you like to be strong and everything but if you're actually sick, we should make sure you get rest. Especially now during this time? We need you in peak condition."
"Hyung, seriously, I'm fine, stop worrying," Jungkook removes Hoseok's hand form his face.
"Hyung, seriously, I'm fine, stop worrying," Jungkook removes Hoseok's hand form his face.
"No you're not, you're hiding something," Hoseok sighs, pinching his nosebridge. "You know, it would make things go a lot fast if you would just tell me what's -"
"NOTHING'S WRONG." Jungkook's outburst startles Hoseok and he takes a step back in alarm.
"NOTHING'S WRONG." Jungkook's outburst startles Hoseok and he takes a step back in alarm.
At this distance he can better see Jungkook as a whole and he notices that Jungkook isn't looking at him, gaze cast down, fists balled up by his sides. He scans Jungkook's body, wondering if something else is bothering him -
Oh.
Oh.
Jungkook's fly is undone and it's very clear what he had been up to, his briefs doing little to conceal the obvious bulge that is still there.
Hoseok doesn't blame Jungkook, they've all done stuff like this before. With lives like theirs, there's no time to seek partners to satisfy the physical intimacy they crave. Sometimes you just gotta get it out of your system and the urge comes at inconvenient times.
Logically, Hoseok knows he should apologize and leave Jungkook to finish up, wait for him outside the bathroom and maybe profusely apologize some more but he finds himself pushing Jungkook back into the stall, locking it behind them.
"Hyung?" Jungkook's eyes stare back at him in shock, hand braced against the wall to steady himself.
Hoseok hesitates, weighs his options, licking his lips as he thinks. "Do you want me to help?"
An squeak wrestles itself out of Jungkook's mouth. "What?"
Hoseok hesitates, weighs his options, licking his lips as he thinks. "Do you want me to help?"
An squeak wrestles itself out of Jungkook's mouth. "What?"
Hoseok gestures at Jungkook's crotch. "Do you want me to help?" he repeats, staring patiently at Jungkook.
"Wha - what the, wait, hold on a second," Jungkook looks like he's breaking down, Hoseok can almost hear the windows shutdown effect in the background.
"Wha - what the, wait, hold on a second," Jungkook looks like he's breaking down, Hoseok can almost hear the windows shutdown effect in the background.
"I'm willing to help out, but I have to hear you verbally say so, Jungkook-ah. I'm not gonna touch you without consent."
Finally it looks like Jungkook's brain has caught up with him. "Are you serious?!" he blurts out, eyes impossibly wide.
Finally it looks like Jungkook's brain has caught up with him. "Are you serious?!" he blurts out, eyes impossibly wide.
Hoseok sighs, looks at Jungkook as if he's being ridiculous. "Why would I joke about something like this? Look Jungkook-ah. We're already running really behind on schedule and I'm just trying to think of ways to speed all of this up, get us back on set."
"I just, uh," Jungkook stammers, unable to respond, waves his hands around trying to make sense of things.
"What, do you doubt my abilities?" Hoseok takes on a teasing tone, winks cheesily at him, throwing him an easy smile.
"What, do you doubt my abilities?" Hoseok takes on a teasing tone, winks cheesily at him, throwing him an easy smile.
This makes Jungkook laugh and Hoseok feels warmth spread through him, pleased that the maknae loosened up, looks a little more relaxed. "No, I'm sure you're quite good at what you do, if your dedication to music and dance translates to everything else."
"So, what do you say then?" Hoseok's voice takes on a deeper tone, steps closer to Jungkook. "Want hyung to help you?" He lets his breath ghost over Jungkook's ear, taking note of the way Jungkook slightly shivers at the sensation.
"Yes." Hoseok hears Jungkook audibly swallow.
"Yes, what?" Hoseok really shouldn't be teasing right now, should really make sure they get back as soon as possible but he can't resist.
"Yes, what?" Hoseok really shouldn't be teasing right now, should really make sure they get back as soon as possible but he can't resist.
"Yes hyung, please help me, or I'm literally just going to jerk off while you're in here," Jungkook grits out.
"Hmm, tempting to watch, but okay, hyung will help you." Hoseok's voice is velvet as he runs his hand along Jungkook's side, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook's cheek.
"Hmm, tempting to watch, but okay, hyung will help you." Hoseok's voice is velvet as he runs his hand along Jungkook's side, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook's cheek.
Hoseok trails kisses down Jungkook's jaw, loosening Jungkook's tie and unbuttoning the collar of Jungkook's shirt. He gently pushes aside the fabric and licks a strip up Jungkook's neck, reveling in the sounds Jungkook is making.
He can't help but playfully bite at the base of Jungkook's neck. Jungkook sharply gasps. "Hyung, don't leave marks," he whines, but unconsciously tilts his neck to give Hoseok better access.
"Oh come on, I'm not an amateur," Hoseok snorts, kissing the area in apology. "Do you know what a field day the makeup noonas would have if they saw a mark? Give me some credit."
He lets his hands wander, feeling every curve of muscle underneath the thin, white dress shirt.
He lets his hands wander, feeling every curve of muscle underneath the thin, white dress shirt.
He can't help but tweak a nipple, knowing how sensitive Jungkook is there. They do it all the time to each other, playfully grope, trying to get a reaction out of each other, but it's different this time.
Hoseok's trying to make the maknae come, and this realization sends a thrill of arousal through him.
But it's not about him. Focus, Hoseok.
But it's not about him. Focus, Hoseok.
Hoseok lets himself pinch Jungkook's nipples a few more times, rub teasingly at the area, enjoying how Jungkook is coming just a little more undone, the maknae jolting at every touch, sweet moans slipping from his lips.
It's at a particularly harsh pinch that Jungkook keens, clutching harshly onto Hoseok. "You gonna help me out some time this century, hyung?" Jungkook groans, shooting Hoseok a look. "I could've gotten off by myself already."
"Ugh, you're no fun. So impatient," Hoseok chides, leveling Jungkook with a steady gaze.
"The point isn't to be patient," Jungkook huffs, "the point is to make me come so we can..." Jungkook's voice dies away as he sees Hoseok slowly sink to his knees.
"The point isn't to be patient," Jungkook huffs, "the point is to make me come so we can..." Jungkook's voice dies away as he sees Hoseok slowly sink to his knees.
Hoseok winces as his knees hit the floor a little too quickly, hard tile pressed against bone but it's not like he can be picky. He places his hands on Jungkook's hips to steady himself and looks up to see the most flabbergasted expression on the maknae's face.
"What?" A wave of ice-cold fear washes over Hoseok and he panics. Had he overstepped boundaries? (never mind that he literally offered to help, asked for consent, is on his knees.) "Did I do something wrong? Do you wanna stop?"
"No!" Jungkook's eyes widen. "Don't, I'll die."
Hoseok can't help a snort slip from his mouth. "That's rather dramatic."
"It's just," Jungkook shyly rubs the back of his neck, a weirdly shy contrast to the situation they're in. "I didn't expect you to get on your knees..."
Hoseok can't help a snort slip from his mouth. "That's rather dramatic."
"It's just," Jungkook shyly rubs the back of his neck, a weirdly shy contrast to the situation they're in. "I didn't expect you to get on your knees..."
"I mean, how else would I have helped out?"
Jungkook rolls his eyes, can't help the grin that spreads on his face. "I mean, hands exist hyung..."
"Oh I know." Hoseok shrugs, rubbing circles into Jungkook's hips. "But what's the fun in that?
Jungkook rolls his eyes, can't help the grin that spreads on his face. "I mean, hands exist hyung..."
"Oh I know." Hoseok shrugs, rubbing circles into Jungkook's hips. "But what's the fun in that?
Plus from what I remember that one night where you got super drunk, you were describing how underrated blowjobs are, and what the best blowjob of your life felt like. It was very detailed, might I add." Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at Jungkook.
"Oh god," Jungkook covers his face with his hands. "I can't believe you remembered that. I was so drunk, I barely remember anything else that night."
"Hey," Hoseok chides, slapping lightly at Jungkook's thigh. "Eyes on me. You don't wanna miss out on me taking your cock like a champ, do you?"
Jungkook chokes, hand flying to his chest. "Jesus, hyung, how can you just say things like that?"
Jungkook chokes, hand flying to his chest. "Jesus, hyung, how can you just say things like that?"
Hoseok just shrugs, undoes Jungkook's belt and slides his pants down, motioning for Jungkook to step out of them. "Probably best not to get any suspicious stains on these. Wardrobe will kill us if they get dirty," Hoseok chuckles, neatly setting Jungkook's pants to the side.
Hoseok takes a moment to admire Jungkook standing before him. The maknae is shifting from one foot to the other, aware of Hoseok raking his gaze over him appreciatively. Hoseok lets his gaze hover over Jungkook's firm chest, the divots of his abs, how his broad shoulders
taper into an impossibly tiny waist. Jungkook's briefs sit low on his hips and do little to conceal the bulge that's straining against the fabric, a wet patch already present. Hoseok feels his mouth water as he gets back on his knees and leans in towards Jungkook's crotch.
He braces himself on Jungkook's hips and can't help but press a kiss to the clothed bulge, mouths over it.
Jungkook whines and bucks his hips, Hoseok firmly gripping them to hold them in place. "Hyung, please, no teasing," Jungkook gasps, sounding on the verge of tears.
Jungkook whines and bucks his hips, Hoseok firmly gripping them to hold them in place. "Hyung, please, no teasing," Jungkook gasps, sounding on the verge of tears.
"Okay, okay," Hoseok presses a kiss to Jungkook's hip in apology. "Hyung will give you want you want."
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of Jungkook's briefs, looks up at him for permission, always making sure, and when Jungkook nods he slowly slides them down.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of Jungkook's briefs, looks up at him for permission, always making sure, and when Jungkook nods he slowly slides them down.
Jungkook's cock springs up, precum already beading generously at the tip. "Oh fuck," Hoseok breathes, leaning in, appreciating how long and thick it is. How the hell can a cock be so pretty?
Well. Jungkook is pretty. Pretty boy, pretty cock. Makes logical sense.
Well. Jungkook is pretty. Pretty boy, pretty cock. Makes logical sense.
"A dick isn't going to suck itself," he hears Jungkook snark from above.
"We really gotta work on your patience," Hoseok snorts, "next time I'm going to edge you, really make you wait for it."
"Next time? There's going to be a next time?" Jungkook's mouth is open in surprise.
"We really gotta work on your patience," Hoseok snorts, "next time I'm going to edge you, really make you wait for it."
"Next time? There's going to be a next time?" Jungkook's mouth is open in surprise.
"Well, yeah. I don't just hit it and quit it," Hoseok shrugs, finally wrapping his hand properly around Jungkook's cock and giving it a few experimental pumps.
Jungkook throws his head back at the sensation and Hoseok widens his eyes in alarm.
Jungkook throws his head back at the sensation and Hoseok widens his eyes in alarm.
"Jungkook-ah, careful of your head, don't hit it against the wall. Would be wildly unsexy for you to get a concussion while I'm trying to get you off." Hoseok speeds up his hand around Jungkook's cock.
Jungkook pants, a slew of moans spilling from his mouth.
Jungkook pants, a slew of moans spilling from his mouth.
"Is this like. A thing you do? Do you like blow the other members too? Is this some unspoken agreement between you and the others to just get each other off?"
Hoseok shrugs, twists his hand a bit, lets his thumb dig into the slit, enjoying the way Jungkook keens.
Hoseok shrugs, twists his hand a bit, lets his thumb dig into the slit, enjoying the way Jungkook keens.
"Kinda. Honestly, it's only really between me, Jiminie, and Taehyungie. It's a fun time. We're not like, dating or anything, just do it as a way to care for each other. At least I can say that on my end. Not really sure if Taehyungie and Jiminie are dating or something."
"Oh. I see," Jungkook snorts, hissing as Hoseok twists his wrist a certain way.
"We can talk about it later, if you wanna join in or not. For now, 'lets get it~'" he imitates the way Jungkook says the phrase, when he's about to get competitive over games or something.
"We can talk about it later, if you wanna join in or not. For now, 'lets get it~'" he imitates the way Jungkook says the phrase, when he's about to get competitive over games or something.
Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes. "Please never say that again, hyung, that almost killed my boner - ohgod"
His voice dies in his throat as Hoseok licks a fat stripe up the length of Jungkook's cock. He licks the dusty pink head, smacks his lips.
His voice dies in his throat as Hoseok licks a fat stripe up the length of Jungkook's cock. He licks the dusty pink head, smacks his lips.
"Not bad," he decides, fitting his lips over the head and suckles it.
The resulting moan from Jungkook is devastating, long and reedy, Jungkook's hand coming to rest on Hoseok's head.
Hoseok lowers his mouth further down Jungkook's length, bobs his head a few times.
The resulting moan from Jungkook is devastating, long and reedy, Jungkook's hand coming to rest on Hoseok's head.
Hoseok lowers his mouth further down Jungkook's length, bobs his head a few times.
He's always liked the feeling of a cock in his mouth, the weight of it. He pulls off to trace a vein with his tongue up before taking Jungkook's cock back into his mouth.
He bobs a few more times, letting himself go down further a little more every time, hand twisting at the base to where he can't quite reach yet. He's slightly aware of the way Jungkook is clutching at his hair, for sure messing it up, but he can't bring himself to care.
It's wet and messy, spit and precum mixing together. Hoseok feels it smearing all over his mouth and chin but he truthfully kind of loves it. Hoseok might be a clean and neat person but that wasn't necessarily the case when it came to sex.
Some precum spills out the sides of his mouth as he comes up and he pulls off to lick the stray droplets.
"So pretty, hyung," he hears Jungkook breathe, "you really are a champ at taking cock." Hoseok hums, pleased, and takes Jungkook back in his mouth.
"So pretty, hyung," he hears Jungkook breathe, "you really are a champ at taking cock." Hoseok hums, pleased, and takes Jungkook back in his mouth.
Finally, Hoseok takes Jungkook all the way, his nose hitting the base, feels Jungkook's cock hit the back of his throat. Jungkook jerks his hip in response, making Hoseok slightly choke.
"Shit, shit, sorry," Jungkook babbles, moving Hoseok slightly off his cock.
"Shit, shit, sorry," Jungkook babbles, moving Hoseok slightly off his cock.
Hoseok pulls off, blinks away the tears in his eyes, Jungkook gently wiping them away with his thumb. "You can fuck my mouth if you want to." He's amused at how fucked out his voice sounds, making a note to conceal that when they go back on set.
"Oh fuck yeah," Jungkook murmurs, gently guiding Hoseok back to his cock.
Hoseok takes him all the way again, lets his gag reflex calm down, get used to the feeling of Jungkook pressed all the way in. He gently squeezes at Jungkook's hips to let him know it's okay to move.
Hoseok takes him all the way again, lets his gag reflex calm down, get used to the feeling of Jungkook pressed all the way in. He gently squeezes at Jungkook's hips to let him know it's okay to move.
Jungkook gives an experimental thrust and when Hoseok doesn't look too uncomfortable, he sets a slow pace at first.
Hoseok feels tears gather again in his eyelashes, chest feeling a bit tight at the lack of air, but he doesn't care, loves that he can be of use this way.
Hoseok feels tears gather again in his eyelashes, chest feeling a bit tight at the lack of air, but he doesn't care, loves that he can be of use this way.
Jungkook speeds up his thrusts and Hoseok feels spit, precum dribble out of his mouth, down his chin. He moans at the sensation, the vibrations making Jungkook's hips slightly stutter. "Fuck hyung," Jungkook grits out, "that feels so fucking good, shit."
Hoseok is painfully aware of his own neglected erection, throbbing in his pants, but pushes past it, focused on getting the maknae to come. He rubs Jungkook's thigh encouragingly, lets him fuck his mouth without abandon.
"Hyung, I'm close, fuck," Jungkook pants, his thrusts becoming erratic.
He pulls out of Hoseok's mouth and fists at his cock hurriedly. Hoseok gently taps at his hips to get his attention and he opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue.
He pulls out of Hoseok's mouth and fists at his cock hurriedly. Hoseok gently taps at his hips to get his attention and he opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue.
"You're gonna be the death of me," Jungkook groans, bringing his cock closer to Hoseok's mouth.
Hoseok sees the exact moment Jungkook comes, surprisingly quiet as the maknae's mouth opens in a silent moan before feeling his cum land on his tongue, splattering over his cheeks.
Hoseok sees the exact moment Jungkook comes, surprisingly quiet as the maknae's mouth opens in a silent moan before feeling his cum land on his tongue, splattering over his cheeks.
It's kind of. A lot, if Hoseok is being honest as Jungkook's orgasm racks through his body, a few more spurts of cum still coming out. Finally Jungkook sinks heavily to the ground, panting, legs giving out.
Hoseok swallows the cum on his tongue. He feels Jungkook's heady gaze on him as he swipes the cum off his cheek with a finger, sticking it into his mouth and sucking until all of it was gone, an audible pop as he pulls his finger from his mouth.
There's a pleased smile on Jungkook's face, eyes droopy, looking soft around the edges. "Damn." he mumbles, blinking his eyes slowly.
"Indeed," Hoseok softly chuckles, shifting to a more comfortable position. He forgot how much it hurt to be on your knees for this long.
"Indeed," Hoseok softly chuckles, shifting to a more comfortable position. He forgot how much it hurt to be on your knees for this long.
Silence passes between them, Hoseok quietly observing Jungkook. He can't tell how the maknae is feeling and he can't deny that it gives him a bit of anxiety. "Told you I was good," he jokes, wanting to break the silence.
"Mm. Yeah." Jungkook looks at him with something he can't quite decipher. It makes the anxiety grow a bit.
"Well, let me help you clean up," he offers, standing up, hoping his voice doesn't betray his worry. He turns to grab some tissue but a warm hand grips his shoulder.
"Well, let me help you clean up," he offers, standing up, hoping his voice doesn't betray his worry. He turns to grab some tissue but a warm hand grips his shoulder.
"Hyung?"
"Hmm?" Hoseok doesn't know why his heart is pounding so loudly but he turns around.
Before he can ask Jungkook if he needs something, Jungkook is gently pressing his lips against his. It's hesitant, unsure, catches Hoseok off guard.
"Hmm?" Hoseok doesn't know why his heart is pounding so loudly but he turns around.
Before he can ask Jungkook if he needs something, Jungkook is gently pressing his lips against his. It's hesitant, unsure, catches Hoseok off guard.
He squeaks a bit at the contact. Jungkook notices, a look of alarm flashing across his face and he's pulling away, wait no, Hoseok doesn't want that.
He catches Jungkook by the back of his neck and pulls him in for a firmer kiss, enjoys the plushness of Jungkook's lips.
He catches Jungkook by the back of his neck and pulls him in for a firmer kiss, enjoys the plushness of Jungkook's lips.
They kiss languidly before Hoseok pulls away, resting their foreheads together, reluctant to completely pull away.
"....thanks hyung." It's said so quietly that Hoseok is pretty sure if he wasn't this close he wouldn't have heard it.
"....thanks hyung." It's said so quietly that Hoseok is pretty sure if he wasn't this close he wouldn't have heard it.
"Of course. Anything for you," he answers, a little too honestly.
Jungkook looks at him with a gaze full of stars. Hoseok feels something lurch in his chest but he ignores it, will choose to address it later, or maybe never.
Jungkook looks at him with a gaze full of stars. Hoseok feels something lurch in his chest but he ignores it, will choose to address it later, or maybe never.
"You're still hard though," Jungkook pouts, looking pointedly down at Hoseok's crotch.
"Eh, doesn't matter. We really need to get back, pretty sure we're super late for this shoot now," Hoseok groans, getting to his feet and gently pulling Jungkook up.
"Eh, doesn't matter. We really need to get back, pretty sure we're super late for this shoot now," Hoseok groans, getting to his feet and gently pulling Jungkook up.
"Aww, but I wanted to help out..." Jungkook muses, staring longingly at Hoseok.
Hoseok hates how his dick gives an interested twitch. "As much as I'm for mutual pleasure, I'm pretty sure they're gonna send a search squad for us at this rate. Let's go back."
Hoseok hates how his dick gives an interested twitch. "As much as I'm for mutual pleasure, I'm pretty sure they're gonna send a search squad for us at this rate. Let's go back."
"Really, hyung?" Jungkook is staring at him in amusement. "You're gonna just suffer through the shoot with a rock-hard boner?"
"It's no big deal just," Hoseok blatantly sticks his hands down his pants and readjusts himself, tucking in his erection. "See? All good."
"It's no big deal just," Hoseok blatantly sticks his hands down his pants and readjusts himself, tucking in his erection. "See? All good."
"Ugh, if that were me, that would be the worst case of blue balls ever," Jungkook groans, accepting his pants that Hoseok holds out.
He pulls up his pants, tucking in his dress shirt. He lets Hoseok button up his shirt, smoothing out any folds.
He pulls up his pants, tucking in his dress shirt. He lets Hoseok button up his shirt, smoothing out any folds.
Hoseok fixes Jungkook's tie, carefully knotting it, ignores how domestic and nice it feels to be doing this for Jungkook. "There, handsome as ever!" He pats at Jungkook's chest, smiling up at him. Jungkook smiles back, in that infuriatingly adorable nose scrunch way of his.
They step out of the stall and head towards the mirror, Hoseok slightly dreading his appearance.
To his surprise, his makeup is still somewhat intact, although he wishes the same could be said for his hair. Jungkook really did a number on it, strands sticking up every way.
To his surprise, his makeup is still somewhat intact, although he wishes the same could be said for his hair. Jungkook really did a number on it, strands sticking up every way.
He tries combing it down a bit with his fingers before giving up. The stylist hyung will probably chew him out for it but he'll deal with that later.
"Sorry about that," Jungkook mumbles, gently running a hand through Hoseok's hair, although he doesn't look all that sorry.
"Sorry about that," Jungkook mumbles, gently running a hand through Hoseok's hair, although he doesn't look all that sorry.
"It's fine," Hoseok snorts, "just consider it collateral damage."
They head back towards the set area, Jungkook stopping them right before they reached the others. "Are you sure you're going to be okay, hyung?" He pointedly looks at Hoseok's crotch.
They head back towards the set area, Jungkook stopping them right before they reached the others. "Are you sure you're going to be okay, hyung?" He pointedly looks at Hoseok's crotch.
"Yeah, I will, although it'll be a lot easier if you don't blatantly stare at my crotch throughout the shoot."
Jungkook leans in, lips slightly brushing Hoseok's ear. "Will you let me help out later at least?" Arousal punches through Hoseok at the implications.
Jungkook leans in, lips slightly brushing Hoseok's ear. "Will you let me help out later at least?" Arousal punches through Hoseok at the implications.
"Maybe," he giggles, pushing Jungkook away playfully. He grabs Jungkook's hand and pulls him into the room, ignoring Jungkook's affronted cries.
(Surprisingly, the stylist hyung doesn't reprimand him. Takes one look and nods approvingly. "Your fans will like it," he smiles, taking a bit of product to smooth down an area more.)
THIS THREAD GOT AWAY FROM ME IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LONG THE FUCK but thanks anyway for reading my porn lolz, do you think jungkook helped out after?
small chance id write a follow up...but only if people want
