Namkook~~

There are certain times when Rapmon asserts his dominance as leader. Never usually does he argue with Jin—who is compliant in most ways and responsible enough to know when to stop and listen—or Yoongi—who knows Rapmon well enough as a composition partner to know his rules—but sometimes the others need to be put in their place. Yoongi and Seokjin are the father and mother of the dorm, but Namjoon is the eldest son who will dish out punishment to his younger siblings whenever needed.

And today, Jeon Jungkook has claimed the first shower to himself. The minute the maknae stepped through the front door he dragged himself into the bathroom, shut the door, and turned the shower on without any consultation with the others.

This pisses Rapmon off a bit, honestly. Sometimes, on days when he's in a good mood, he would let Jungkook go free and let the others be mad at him if they wished, but today was a long day—3 hours in the recording booth, 4 in the dance studio, an appearance on TV that took 2 hours to shoot—and now Jungkook is gonna pull some shit like this? Hell fucking no.

But! Rapmon tries to tell himself Jungkook will be quick. Sometimes the maknae is out of the shower in a jiffy because he's too tired and just wants to crash in bed...but today, of course, Jungkook isn't quick at all.

10 minutes pass. 15 minutes pass, and the water hasn't even turned off yet. That's when Namjoon decides that he needs to teach the maknae a lesson.

Without any regard for the others, Namjoon stands from where he's been impatiently waiting on the couch, arms crossed and lips firm, and approaches the bathroom door. He turns the handle silently, doesn't look back, and steps into the steamy bathroom.

The water is still running, and he can hear Jungkook's muffled voice from behind the shower curtain, singing his favorite Zion t. song carefree like he's not making all of his hyungs wait outside. Sighing, Namjoon quietly pulls his t-shirt over his head and discards it on the floor, his jeans and boxers landing next to the shirt a moment later.

Jungkook doesn't even know Namjoon is in the bathroom with him until the curtain to the shower is ripped open. Jungkook's voice catches in his throat as he jumps against the tile wall, eyes wide and filled with terror as he locks eyes with the Bangtan leader.

"Hyung...," he starts, breath faster than normal. He's too shocked to even bother covering himself, but Namjoon doesn't pay much mind and instead steps into the shower beside the maknae, the warm water matting his hair to his forehead and causing his pale skin to shine.

Jungkook is still pressed up against the wall, unsure of what's going on or why Namjoon is in the shower with him, when the leader grabs the large bottle of shampoo from the small shelf in front of him and nonchalantly hands it toward Jungkook.

"Did you shampoo yet?" he questions, eyes wide and head tilted to the side innocently. "Or have you just been singing Zion t. for the past 15 minutes, making your hyungs wait outside?"

It's then that Jungkook gets why Rapmon is smushed in the tiny shower with him. Because he's pissed. Fuck, Jungkook is suddenly very scared, and wants to get out of the shower as quick as possible.

"Um, I'm really sorry hyung, I'll just be getting out of your way now," he says, bowing his head awkwardly in the tiny space and he tries to scoot around Rapmon without making any skin-to-skin contact, but the leader grabs onto his forearm effortlessly, halting his efforts to leave shower. Jungkook tentatively looks up at Rapmon again, biting his lip in worry because he knows by now that an angry Namjoon is never a good one, and the elder stares back at him with unwavering dark eyes.

"You never answered me," he says, his voice scratchy with exhaustion from the long day. "Did you shampoo? Or not?"

"I did," Jungkook admits after a minute of hesitation, but to his surprise Rapmon hands him the bottle of shampoo anyway.

"Good," Namjoon says, turning his back to Jungkook. "You can shampoo me then."

Jungkook blinks, turns his stare down to the bottle in his hands, and then looks back up to Rapmon's broad back.

"Hyung—," he starts again, voice deeply apologetic and pleading, but Rapmon stops his whining.

"Kookie," he says calmly, but the maknae knows the endearing name is only used to show that while Rapmon is definitely angry, he's not that angry. "I'm already in the shower. The least you could do is help hyung out since you made me wait for so long, right?"

Sighing, Jungkook knows that he can't get out of the situation and uncaps the shampoo, pouring a generous amount into his palms before he tentatively reaches his hands up and folds them through Namjoon's long hair. He's gentle with his work, the pads of his fingers messaging his leaders scalp as kneads the suds into Namjoon's flattened mohawk. Jungkook scrubs for a good minute before he deems he's done enough and retracts his hands. However, Namjoon doesn't move.

"Hyung," Jungkook sighs quietly. "I'm done. You need to rinse."

"Alright," Rapmon says, and then without warning flips around and arches back into the streaming water. He's a little too tall for the shower head so he curves his spine to fit, but that also causes his hips to press forward, and suddenly Jungkook is pressing his back into the shower wall to avoid his and Rapmon's *ahem* private bits touching.

...however, he has to admit that Yoongi is right in saying that Rapmon is well endowed. Yoongi always makes strange statements when no one is around, and for some reason guessing the others dick sizes had been one of his rambling. Luckily, all Jungkook had managed to catch was 'Rapmon and Jin hyung definitely have giant cocks' before Jin accidently walked in, overheard, and immediately started scolding Yoongi for having said something like that in front of their innocent maknae.

...though Jungkook is not innocent by far...but all of his hyung's don't need to know that just yet.

"Kookie," Rapmon speaks, breaking the maknae out of his thoughts, but before Jungkook can even react Namjoon's large hand is cupping the back of his skull and his head is pushed under the cooling water. Jungkook jerks in shock, the water hitting his face startling, and he hears Rapmon's quiet laughter through the pitter-patter of the shower on his skull.

"Hurry up and rise off Jungkook, the others are still waiting."

And with that, Namjoon combs his wet hair back, gives Jungkook a deserved smack on his ass, and then exits the shower. Jungkook scowls after him, the skin on his butt stinging, but nonetheless follows the leader's instructions and quickly rinses himself off before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. As soon as his feet touch the tile floor Rapmon is throwing a towel at him. It lands on his face, and Jungkook grumbles unhappily under his breath which causes Namjoon to roll his eyes.

"You're lucky I didn't spank you."

"If you'd done that it would've been more like kinky shower foreplay," Jungkook mumbles to himself quietly, but Rapmon manages to overhear and nearly chokes on his own spit.

"Maknae!" Namjoon cries, eyes wide in shock despite the fact that a humored grin is pulling at his lips. Jungkook immediately turns away from Rapmon, trying to hide the tips of his red ears beneath the towel.

"What? I'm 19 now..."

"Barely," Namjoon responds, rolling his eyes, and then with a grin rolls up the towel in his hands and snaps it against Jungkook's side. The maknae clenches his teeth shut so his scream isn't heard and Rapmon laughs, patting him on the shoulder.

"Next time, however, if you take this long again, maybe I will spank you," Namjoon jokes, voice playfully deep, but Jungkook can hear the promise in his words and quietly gulps as Rapmon turns and grabs his discarded clothing before leaving Jungkook alone in the bathroom.

It's not until a little later, as Jungkook is brushing the towel towards his damp legs that he realizes, for some reason, his dick has become a bit hard.

The days after Rapmon joining Kookie in the shower the others say nothing. It's pretty normal after all. They're both guys, and Namjoon is their leader, so it's really no big deal.

To one Jeon Jungkook, however, it's a bigger deal that it should be.

Why? Well, I think you know the reason.

He's a little freaked that after Rapmon had left him, he'd had a semi-hard-on. He doesn't know why it'd happened really, but he knows that it'd happened for a reason and it'd happened when Rapmon had been there...and that wasn't really a good sign.

Yes, he's 19 now. He knows about things. He's watched the hidden porn stashes that Rapmon, Jin, Suga, and his other hyungs have built up. He knows by now that one of his hyungs is into bdsm porn, and that someone else really enjoys a good selection of POV clips. He also knows that, along with the many videos that included females, there are videos that focus more on males, and...while he hates to admit it, sometimes he gets a little turned on by them.

Is he gay? He doesn't think so, honestly. Watching those videos hasn't suddenly made him realize that he doesn't want to make out with girls and wants to date boys instead. Nope. He still likes girls very much so, but...he also understands that two guys can pleasure one another as well.

And he has no doubt that Rapmon would have no qualms in actually bending him over his knee and smacking his bare ass—

Fuck.

Kookie no. Don't do that.

Jungkook knocks his fist against his head and turns to stare out the car window, watching as the darkened Seoul scenery wizzes past. Their manager is in the front seat, driving them home after a long day at the practice studio, and all of Jungkook's hyungs are utterly exhausted.

Yoongi is in the front seat beside their manager, his headphones in and his head lethargically bobbing along to whatever rapper he felt like listening to today. In the second row of seats is Rapmon, Jin, and J-Hope. Horse hyung's face is smashed up against the window, his energy finally run dry for once, and Jin has his head leaned lightly against Rapmon's shoulder, the still-awake Bangtan leader not seeming to mind too much as he scrolls down newsfeeds on phone.

In the backseat, beside Jungkook, is the rest of the maknae line. However, Taehyung and Jimin are utterly passed out, their heads resting at awkward angles on each other's bodies and their mouths ajar, tiny snores coming from both of their slumped forms. The only three left awake in the silent car are himself, Rapmon and Sug—oh wait, nope, Suga is a goner too.

Sighing, Jungkook rests his head against the cold window and stares at the back of Namjoon's snapback lined head.

That hyung...Jungkook imagines that he must be dominate in bed. After all, he lives the life of a leader every day—he gives them all commands and takes charge and puts them in their places when needed. Shit, Rapmon must love submissive people, Jungkook imagines. Having someone on their knees following his every order...but then he probably likes it when they disobey him a bit too, that way he can really punish them.

Maybe Rapmon is the one who's into bdsm. Jungkook can imagine that hyung gaging his prey and tying their hands so that they can't touch themselves as he brings them right to the edge of their climax before he denies them everything and leaves his lover a begging mess. After all, he's punishing them, not reward them. However, Jungkook also imagines that Rapmon is the type of person that will always satisfy his lover in the end. He's not a selfish hyung. And even more than that, he'd probably enjoy seeing how wrecked he can make his partner for the night, grinning tiredly as they come so hard they can barely breathe. That's the type of hyung Jungkook imagines Namjoon is, and—

Wait. What the fuck!

"Oh no," Jungkook groans quietly, his hot breath steaming up the chilled car window, and he realizes that his mind has wandered too far. His mind has wandered and passed into dangerous, unexplored territory, and now his dick is reacting to it. Goddammit.

Immediately Jungkook starts to plan out his options. He can either jump out of the car when they arrive in, oh, about 2 minutes, run up the stairs, and hop in a cold shower, or...he can...well actually, that's about his only option. He needs a cold shower to kill his hard-on, and he knows after not having masturbated for a while now that it won't go away if he just tries to ignore it.

Shit.

Pulling his cellphone out of his pocket Jungkook reluctantly opens his messages and quickly types out a silent plea to Rap Monster. Only 10 seconds after hitting the send button does he notice Rapmon's head perk up in interest. The leader doesn't turn to look at him, but after another 30 seconds Jungkook receives a response nonetheless.

You can have first shower. If you're more than 15 minutes though... -Namjoon hyung.

The message trails off with hidden promise, and Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his slick black hair. At least Rapmon has allowed him the first shower, now he doesn't have to worry about anything besides being quick.

Not a minute later do they pull up to the building their dorm is in, and Jungkook is quick to unlatch his seatbelt and push past all of his sleeping hyungs to the open car door. Rapmon is already a step ahead of him, but without waiting Jungkook maneuvers around him and bolts up the stairs. He comes face to face with their door a minute later, and pauses to put in the lock code before the door opens and he scurries inside. He wastes no time in the living room, kicking his shoes off effortlessly in the foyer, and makes a b-line for the bathroom. The door shuts behind him, and he debates locking it but knows that his hyung's will get pissed if he does (because Jimin had done that before and nearly gotten his assed kicked by Yoongi), so instead Jungkook sheds himself of his clothes and hops into the shower without waiting for the water to warm up.

He's immediately hit with a barrage of water cold as ice, but tries his best to ignore the unpleasant sensation. His dick needs this wakeup call...but he's so much more tempted to reach down and stroke himself off instead of letting his pleasure die. But if he does that then he's practically jacking himself to the thought of his leader, and that isn't right!

Shit.

Jungkook shivers as the freezing water continues to wash over him. He bets that Namjoon would be into something like this too. Putting his lover through the cold while making them feel warm all over with his gentle touches and caressing lips and—

Nope, fuck it.

Angry at himself, but unable to fight his urges, Jungkook turns and twists the shower handle until it's in the red. After a few stressful seconds the water finally turns warm, and Jungkook sighs in relief, slouching against the wall as his hand trails down to grip his resilient erection.

God, he needs this. He's needed it for a while now, and the feeling of his own hand on his cock causes his back to arch immediately.

Jungkook's palm slides over his wet skin, the steam of the shower warming him to the core as he slowly begins to stroke himself off. Personally, Jungkook likes to feel the build. He likes to get worked up—he doesn't like to rush an orgasm, because then it's not as satisfying as he'd like it to be...but, Namjoon is waiting in the other room for him, he knows, so he quickly picks up his pace.

Fuck, what would Namjoon do if he were here? He'd probably tell Jungkook to keep going just like the needy boy he is while his hands wander up and down Jungkook's wet body, slipping over the curve of his ribs and down to the flat of his stomaching, utterly relentless and teasing.

"Fuck," Jungkook breathes heavily just thinking about it, his hips thrusting up into his hand, and he keeps a steady rhythm, his previous embarrassment about the situation gone. It'd come back to haunt him later for sure, but at the moment all he cares about is getting himself to his much needed release. And, of course, his leader stays ever prominent in his mind as he closes his eyes and begins to touch on the edge of bliss.

Jungkook is trying his best now to muffle the sounds that are building up in the back of his throat. He's not loud in general, but always paranoid that the walls in their dorms are too thin, too revealing. He doesn't want his hyung's hearing him doing anything explicit...despite the fact that he can sometimes hear them.

(Yeah, Jimin and Jin aren't really good at being quiet).

However, despite his best efforts, as heat starts to pool in the bottom of his stomach, two words manage to slip past Jungkook's lips.

"Rapmon hyung," he whispers, breath hitching as he guides his thumb over his own slit, hips staggering, but just before the coil in his stomach can finish winding a familiar sound reaches his hears—that of the shower curtain—and the maknae cracks one of his eyes open. Immediately his blood runs cold.

Oh no.

"Rapmon hyung," he says, repeating the two words he'd just said moments ago, but now the lust that had clung onto his hyungs name was gone, replaced with utter fear as he stared at the unclothed male in front of him.

The minute Namjoon stepped into the apartment, he pulled his phone out and started a timer. Immediately it started clicking down from 15 and, sighing, the leader plopped onto the couch and waited to see how his threat would play out this time around.

Honestly, Namjoon was having fun with this situation. It was fun to terrorize their little Kookie a little bit. Plus, in the end it would probably make the maknae faster, and therefore make the wait for a shower faster too.

It was a win-win situation in Namjoon's head.

So, as the others pile into the apartment, groaning in exhaustion and spreading out to do their own thing, Namjoon remains on the couch with his phone in his hand. He scrolls down twitter silently, wondering if maybe he should post a coded tweet about his plan, but somewhere deep in his mind a force is telling him 'are you crazy?' and he agrees. Just mentioning anything about the maknae in the shower or Namjoon being in there along with him would bring a flurry of squeals from one part of the fandom and perverted requests from the other.

God...Namjoon still regrets the day Yoongi had shown him a website containing tons of fanfiction of them all...

That hyung took way too much pride in the fact that he was the main in so many stories...

Sighing again, Namjoon runs a hand through his in-desperate-need-of-a-wash hair and then checks Kookie's timer. Only a minute and 30 seconds left.

Grinning to himself, the Bangtan leader shoves his phone into his pocket and stretches out his arms in front of him before he lazily pads towards the bathroom. A minute thirty was practically nothing—he might as well just walk in now.

And so, he does just that.

Pushing open the unlocked bathroom door, Namjoon waltzes inside and discards his dirty clothes onto the ground without hesitation. He's grinning ear to ear in anticipation, but his happiness falters when, just as he's reaching for the shower curtain, he hears a shaky moan from inside the shower.

Immediately his eyes go wide, his entire body freezing.

Had he...was Jungkook...? Had he just walked in on Jungkook masturbating?

Well...shit.

Namjoon knows he's blushing now, because he can hear Jungkook's wanton pants and muffled moans for more and—fuck, what is he still doing here?

Face entirely red in embarrassment, Namjoon takes a step back towards his clothes, planning to retreat as soon as possible...until Kookie's voice once again reaches his ears.

"Rapmon hyung..."

Oh god, was...was Jungkook masturbating to the thought of him?

That...was...

Pretty sexy.

Namjoon refuses to look down at himself, knowing that his dick has already perked up at Jungkook's needy call for him. What was the maknae imagining? Was he imagining getting fucked senseless? An innocent blow job? A heated shower session? There were so many possibilities...and Namjoon suddenly found that he was quite interested in the boy in the shower.

"I'm 19 now," Jungkook's voice rings through his head, remembering what the maknae had said just days ago, and suddenly Namjoon can't stand the boys quiet gasps anymore. He sounds so desperate, jacking himself in the shower, and while Namjoon knows that what he's about to do is a bad idea he does it anyway.

If it backfires completely, then he'll just backpedal as hard as he possibly can.

And that leads them to where they are now. Jungkook in the shower, his hand still wrapped around his prominent, beautiful dick despite that he's staring at Namjoon in utter fear, and Namjoon, who's staring at Jungkook with hidden emotions, because he really doesn't want the maknae to flip a shit.

"Rapmon hyung," Jungkook speaks again, this time his voice shaking in slightly fear, and Rapmon mentally curses. He doesn't want the boy to stop! God, if he stopped now he'd leave Namjoon waiting forever to figure out how he looks when he comes with Namjoon in mind.

"Kookie," Rapmon speaks gently and steps into the shower, quietly pulling the shower curtain closed behind him. The scalding water washes over his naked shoulder and he tentatively approaches the maknae. Jungkook is still staring at him, now terrified and confused—because what the hell is Rapmon doing? He should've fled in embarrassment by now! Walking in and seeing him like...like...this! God, Jungkook just wanted to melt into a puddle and wash down the drain. He—

"Keep going," Rapmon's deep voice breaks him from his thoughts and he stutters, his loosened fist accidently pumping his dick in shock. Biting his lip at the sudden return of pleasure, Jungkook looks up at his leader and nearly gasps in surprise when he finds Rapmon's face mere inches from his own, his dark eyes filled with an emotion Jungkook has never seen before. He can only think to describe it as lust.

"Keep going," Rapmon says again, a slight growl lining his voice, and Jungkook—while he knows he shouldn't—refuses to let the situation get in the way of his pleasure and starts moving his hand around his cock yet again.

As he does so, Namjoon gently grabs onto his water-slicked skin and maneuvers him so he's standing directly under the spray of the shower head, the warm water falling onto his muscled chest in tiny pellets.

"Shit," Jungkook breathes, the pleasure beginning to slowly pool in his gut once again. He's not sure what Rapmon is doing behind him because he's got his eyes squeezed shut in both pleasure and fear, but soon Rapmon's large hands are lazily drawing patterns on his back. At the feeling his breath catches in his throat, eyes snapping open, but Namjoon's deep voice breathing on his ears calms him down.

"I'm gonna take care of you Kookie. Keep going for me."

Shit. How can Jungkook deny that request? Or is it even a request? Knowing Rapmon, he's sure it's not.

Fuck, Jungkook has never been so aware of himself. His fist angrily pumping his dick, the hot water washing over him, Rapmon's soap-slicked hands sliding down to skim along his v-line, reaching up past the curve of his spine, gliding along the flat of his chest—

"—hng!" Jungkook buries a sound at the back of his throat, throwing his head back unintentionally against Namjoon's shoulder as the leader's hands—now pinching at his nipple—continue their ministrations.

Of course, Namjoon smirks down at the boy now leaning on him for support, loving the quiet, desperate noises he's making.

"You were thinking of me before I got here, right Kookie?" he speaks, dipping down so his lips are brushing against the shell of Jungkook's ear, and the boy shivers. Fuck, Rapmon is making Jungkook go insane.

"What were you imagining, hmm? You said you were 19 now but I never imagined—"

"Hyung," Jungkook groans, unable to take his leaders teasing. He peaks his eyes open and Namjoon can see the desperateness in them, his hips stuttering in his hand and searching for more.

"Please."

"Please what?" Rapmon responds, teeth nipping at Jungkook's ear as his mouth pulls into a knowing grin. "Hyung can't help you if you're not specific."

"Goddammit," Jungkook groans, whining, and then quietly mutters, "Rapmon hyung please finish me off."

Namjoon chuckles, one of his hands slipping form Jungkook's chest down past his abs. "I still don't think you're being specific enough, but—," his fingers curl around Jungkook's needy erection and the boy jerks against him, breath coming out erratically as he bites his lip to keep himself quiet.

"—I suppose I should help you out since you seem to want me so much."

And then Namjoon jacks him, hard and fast, and Jungkook is unsure if his own legs are strong enough to continue supporting him. Namjoon's hand feels a million times better than his own and he so, so close.

"Hyung," he groans, gasping in pleasure when Namjoon's head dips down and nips at the junction of his neck, biting down but not hard enough to leave any evidence. The BTS leader grins against his skin, soaking in all the beautiful sounds he's making.

"God, Kookie, you sound so fucking hot," he growls, resisting the urge to grind his hips up against the maknae's ass. After all, he doesn't know how Jungkook will react to having another man's duck grinding against his back, and he figures that he's pushed their boundaries enough today anyway.

"Can you come for me, baby?"

Jungkook has been immune to any dirty talk he's heard in porn before, but hearing it from Rapmon in real life is honestly fucking him up.

"Shit—hyung—I—," he pants, legs beginning to wobble, and he presses more of his weight into Namjoon to steady himself. The elder holds them both up easily, dark eyes roaming the maknae's muscled body up and down as he gets the boy's drift.

"You what, Kookie? You gonna come for me?"

Purposefully Namjoon drags his thumb over the head of Jungkook's cock, rubbing into the sensitive slit, and Jungkook nearly loses it.

"Hyung—! Fuck—I can't—"

"Come for me, baby," Namjoon growls and it's as if he's flicked a switch on Jungkook that says 'NOW' because the maknae's mouth opens in a nearly silently scream as he finally reaches his orgasm. His cum marks the tile shower wall and leaks onto Namjoon's hand, but the leader doesn't seem to care, instead preoccupied with holding Jungkook up as the maknae rides his orgasm out. Jungkook is sure he would've fallen to the ground had it not been for his leader.

When Jungkook finally gets his head back on straight, his high dying down and Rapmon's hands slowly retracting from his body, Jungkook becomes filled with nervousness.

Wha...what had then just done?

"Hyung," he whispers, somewhat terrified as he looks over his shoulder to his innocently blank-faced leader. Rapmon blinks at him, his brain trying to conjure up something to say that won't freak the maknae out.

"Don't worry about it," he eventually decides on, reaching out to ruffle Jungkook's wet hair fondly. The maknae flinches at his touch, still astonished as to everything that had just happened between, but nonetheless blinks out of his shock when Rapmon starts speaking to him again.

"Are you done in here?" he asks, motioning his thumb towards the shower curtain. "I need to wash up and the others still want to shower too."

"Oh, uh, yeah!" Jungkook says immediately despite the fact that he actually hasn't gotten the chance to wash up at all. He steps out of the shower anyway, Rapmon smiling at him and shutting the curtain after he exits, and as the maknae is reaching for a towel he realizes something.

Slowly, as he grabs a towel and starts to wipe down his water-slicked arms, he turns his head to look back to the shower curtain. Rapmon...he had definitely gotten hard right? After all, he was talking dirty to Jungkook the whole time, and...

Frowning, Jungkook doesn't think twice before he sneaks back to the shower and peaks in through the back edge. Immediately his eyes go wide, because Namjoon is propped up against the wall, biting his lip as he strokes his own hard cock eagerly, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. God, he looks so good like that...Jungkook would have never know Rapmon was getting off if he hadn't actually checked.

And...wait, fuck, what is he still doing here?!

Blushing, Jungkook quickly staggers back from the curtain and continues drying himself off. He's out of the bathroom before he can think twice about Rapmon jacking off to the thought of him or the fact that Rapmon had jacked him off.

...shit.

What now?

Namjoon is clearly taking this entire situation much worse than Jungkook is, and the maknae finds that strange considering his leader has clearly expressed his support of LGBT and also writes lyrics that his barely legal adult ears aren't supposed to hear.

After the second shower incident Rapmon, put lightly, has been avoiding him. At practice, where all the members are friendly and don't mind smacking each other's chests and thighs and asses playfully, Namjoon steers clear of Jeongguk to the point where the leader is at least 5 meters away from him at all times (save the middle of a run through where they had to be closer no matter what).

Ok fine, Jungkook thinks, maybe Rapmon needs some time to work out his thoughts. He's a philosophical guy, after all—maybe there's some deep life meaning that he's derived from his and Kookie's shower episode and he's trying to digest it all. But...after a full two weeks of blatantly avoiding him, Jungkook realizes that Rapmon is just really, really terrified. He's the leader of their group, and Jungkook understands why Rapmon is likely taking this all in a bad light—because he's the maknae and usually things like this don't happen between bandmates anyway, but it's not like Jungkook has given any sign that he's mad at Namjoon. He's been friendly and even tried talking and joking around, but Namjoon just ends up looking at him like he's grown a second head and retreats into his own sphere even more. It pisses Jungkook off, honestly, because now even the others can sense the tension between them and knows that something is going on. Taehyung keeps nudging Jungkook during their breaks, asking him what's going on and pleading that he and Rapmon make up fast because they want their regular group dynamic back.

Jungkook wants it back too. He wants to be able to joke around with his leader again. They're a team, for fucks sake, and this has gotten too out of hand.

It's after a 9 hour day practicing at the studio when Jungkook decides to confront Namjoon. Yoongi and Jimin have already returned to their rooms and passed out, too tired to stay awake and wait in line for the shower. Jin is in the kitchen, whipping them up a quick dinner because he refuses to let his children survive on only the small lunch they had 7 hours ago. Hoseok has staked claim on the second bathroom for a while after having briefly pulled a muscle in his leg today, and they all agree to give him time in the hot shower to work out the soreness. That leaves Taehyung, who is droning at his phone on the couch, completely immersed in the new episode of One Punch Man.

Namjoon has already entered the shower in their other bathroom, and in the midst of everything going on Jungkook manages to sneak in. The bathroom is steamy, the hot water already having fogged up the mirror completely. Jungkook quickly strips and deposits his clothes in a pile on the ground besides Rapmon's, taking one last deep breath before he grips the shower curtain.

Without warning, Jungkook rips the curtain open and flings it closed behind him. Rapmon's torso is facing the water stream when Jungkook rams into him, pushing him forcefully up against the tile shower wall. A startled noises erupts from Namjoon's throat, his eyes going wide as he regains his bearings and looks down to see Jungkook pinning him to the wall. Namjoon is the taller of the two, but at the moment the younger somehow has the upper hand, fire in his eyes as he opens his mouth to speak.

"Hyung, I get that you may not be comfortable with what happened in the shower last time but I need you to stop fucking avoiding me," Jungkook growls, and Namjoon blinks at the frustration he can hear in the youngers voice.

"I get that maybe I messed up—maybe this is all my fault because I shouldn't have been thinking about you like that anyway. I shouldn't have—but after you hopped into my shower the first time because I was taking too long...I don't know hyung—it kind of turned me on, I guess. And I know it's wrong, but you looked pretty fucking hot and I'm just a teenage boy that needs a release at some point and—shit, I'm sorry if I upset you but I'm fucking tired of you avoiding me. Even the others can tell that something is up between us now!"

"I...you think I'm hot?" is the first thing Namjoon manages and Jeongguk rolls his eyes.

"Yes! God, have you seen your fanbase, hyung?! People don't just follow you around because of your dimples and rapping skill. Besides, you wrote a whole fucking song about undressing a girl and doing naughty shit with her—like that's not sexy either?!"

"I...um...uh...," Namjoon stutters and Jungkook huffs in annoyance. Suddenly the younger's hand is in between their tightknit body's, his palm shamelessly rubbing over Rapmon's growing erection. The elder gasps through his teeth, body going stiff as Jungkook's lips stretch into a teasing grin.

"I thought you came in here under the assumption that I wasn't comfortable with this?" Namjoon grits out, his fingers scrambling for purchase on the tile wall. Jungkook hums in consideration, his hand continuing to lazily stroke over his leader's length.

"I did. But you're kind of easy to read, hyung. Besides," Jungkook leans in a presses his nose into the crook of Namjoon's neck, the elder shivering beneath him. "You're the one who started it last time, so I figured you wouldn't have any qualms with it now."

Suddenly, Jungkook let's go of Namjoon's aching erection, the taut member smacking back against the rappers flat stomach, and Namjoon glances down at Jungkook with lust-lined confusion. Grinning, Jungkook simply places his hands on Namjoon's hips and slowly glides down until he's on his knees, the warm shower water raining down on him and sticking his dark bangs against his forehead.

"Kookie, what—," Namjoon starts, cheeks flushed pink at the position because there's no fucking way this is happening, but Jungkook simply shrugs, even surprising himself with his boldness and nonchalance.

"You took care of me last time, this time I'll take care of you," he explains, and then without further warning takes Namjoon's erection back into his hand before sliding his lips over the head.

Jungkook is unexperienced in this field, and porn really isn't his thing, but he decides to give his best anyway. He takes Rapmon in as deep as he can, gagging a little when the cock pushes against in uvula and triggers his reflex, and eventually settles on using his hand at the base when his mouth can't reach.

He sucks in earnest, always peaking up at Namjoon through his lashes to see the looks of pleasure on rappers face. His lips are parted and his chest is heaving with effort because Jungkook is looking absolutely sinful down on his knees and it's taking a lot of willpower for the leader to restrain himself.

At some point Namjoon slides his fingers through Jungkook's dark hair and grips on tight, the younger moaning around his cock at the pain. Namjoon shudders at the feeling, his hips accidently bucking forward, and Jungkook gags as his leaders cock hits the back of his throat.

"Sorry," Namjoon manages breathlessly, one of this thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the crown of Jungkook's head, and the younger hums again in forgiveness as he hallows his cheeks out and bobs his head again. This time Namjoon openly groans, Jungkook's hand coming to rest on his leader's hipbone to hold him steady, because the elders self-control seems to be starting to slip away.

"I'm close," Namjoon then informs him through gritted teeth, and Jungkook feels a sense of pride fill him as he pulls back a little and digs his tongue into the slit at the tip of Namjoon's cock. The leader groans again, Jungkook taking him back in and pressing his tongue along the underside of his dick, tongue trailing the thick vein, and he feels Namjoon strain against his hand.

"Kookie," he warns, panting, face curling up and body tensing, and the younger gets his drift. Quickly, he pulls off with a lewd pop and reaches his free hand up, jacking Namjoon off quickly as words of encouragement spill from his mouth.

"C'mon hyung, come for me," he demands, voice worn from the blowjob, but his broken yet commanding voice does something for his leader and Namjoon is quickly tightening his grip on the youngers head, hips stuttering in Jungkook's grasp as he spills his cum across the younger's face and chest. Jungkook blinks innocently as his leader pants above him, his tongue poking out innocently to clean off the cum on his lips.

Bitter, but not the worst thing ever.

"Fucking shit, Jungkook," Namjoon eventually speaks, breaking Jungkook out of his thoughts. He looks up at his leader, still sat on his knees on the shower floor, and Namjoon tenderly trails his hand across the younger's jaw before helping him up.

"I'm gonna have to wear kneepads or something," Jungkook mumbles when he spots the redness of his kneecaps, and Namjoon snorts.

"That's what you're worried about? Not the whole—you know, 'I just sucked my leader off' thing?"

"Well, I mean, you clearly liked it," Jungkook refutes, jabbing a finger into Namjoon's chest, and the elder rolls his eyes.

"You know that's not what I mean."

"Yeah," Jungkook shrugs, stepping away from Rapmon and under the spray of the shower to clean himself up a bit. "But...I...I don't know. I'm not really worried?"

Namjoon hums in consideration, reaching his hand past Jungkook to grab the bottle of conditioner. He pours a small amount on his palm before messaging the substance through his hair. Jungkook soon does the same, this time neither seeming to have a problem with washing up together.

"Just stop being weird around me," Jungkook eventually mumbles when they step out, grabbing towels to wipe off their bodies. "I'm tired of Taehyung asking me what's wrong."

"Alright," Rapmon agrees, eyeing him openly. "So you just wanna go back to being like we were?"

"Essentially," Jungkook nods, but then pauses. "But...you know...back to like we were before plus the shower benefits, but minus the awkwardness and avoidance."

"Ah," Namjoon chuckles, and Jungkook hits him with his towel out of embarrassment.

"You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, alright," Namjoon grins, reaching over to ruffle the maknae's hair fondly. Jungkook just rolls his eyes and smacks Namjoon's chest to get him away. At that, the leader laughs and goes back to drying his body.

"Yeah...I think I can work with that."