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Jung Hoseok looked questioningly at the maknae, who had been standing in front of him for ten minutes and couldn’t say what he wanted. The blush of embarrassment does not leave the younger man’s face all this time, and Hope suspects that he wants to ask something indecent. But before him is J-Hope, who has already seen so many indecent things in his short life that even experienced prostitutes would blush. Jungkook has no need to be shy, because Hope always helps him in everything. He can be as frank as he wants.
Jungkook nervously licks his lips and once again carefully looks around the studio, in which only the two of them remain. Everyone left long ago, the last one to leave was Jimin, again offended by the younger because he once again called him short. Jungkook doesn't even think about it anymore. He is only concerned about one delicate matter, which he is going to discuss with his beloved hyung.
Hoseok stepped back and sat down on the leather sofa, luring the younger one with his finger and patting next to him:
“Sit down and finally tell me what’s bothering you so much.”
Jungkook swallowed and nervously walked over and sat down next to him. Taking a deep breath, he said in one exhale:
“Hyung, I don't know how to have sex.”
Hoseok’s usually expressive face, where you can read what he’s thinking about, seemed to express nothing. At least the maknae couldn’t understand the hyung’s thoughts, which made him even more nervous.
“Jungkook-ah, I don’t understand what you mean?” Hope raised his eyebrows questioningly.
The maknae took a deep breath and began again, trying not to look at his friend:
“Hyung, I don’t know… Well, how can I… Start.”
Hoseok couldn’t help but smile, but immediately tried to hide it so as not to upset the younger.
“Wow. Have you never watched porn?”
“I watched porn,” the latter muttered, still not daring to look up.
Hope shook his head, but instantly became serious, suddenly realizing one important thing.
“Wait a minute. Have you never had sex before? You'll be nineteen soon.”
“I know. But how do you think you can have sex when you're constantly either in the studio, or in the training room, or at concerts…”
“Everyone else too, little one, but somehow we manage to take a break from work.”
“Yes, but I kind of… I’m shy,” a soft blush colored the maknae’s cheeks.
“Why are you embarrassed?” Hope was surprised, trying to catch his eye.
Jungkook shook his head, nervously rubbing his face with his hands. How embarrassing in front of his hyung. He probably looks like a little boy.
“Undress and show myself…” he mumbled barely audibly.
The elder shook his head in disbelief, then abruptly stood up, catching the younger by the elbow and lifting him to his feet. Maknae didn’t even have time to be surprised or understand what happened to his hyung before he found himself standing in front of the mirror.
“What do you see?” Hope asked, looking into his reflection, standing next to him.
“Myself,” the younger one answered incomprehensibly, shrugging his shoulders.
“No, you see a hot guy, an idol from a famous boy band, whom girls want. Come on, every second one dreams about you. Jungkook-ah, you know how much I admire you. How can you be embarrassed to take your clothes off? Are you embarrassed to show off your body? Damn, even I’m not shy, but I’m shorter than you.”
“Hyung…” the maknae tried to object, but Hope shook his head.
“Shut up, little one. Just be yourself. This week we were invited to a private party with other idols. Drinking, dancing, girls… Great chance, go for it.”
“But how?..” Jungkook was confused, turning to face him.
“Damn, little one,” Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Try to start a conversation, offer to drink, dance, and then everything will work out by itself…”
Hope patted the younger boy on the shoulder encouragingly and headed for the door. But getting rid of the annoying maknae who always gets what he wants is not so easy.
“Hyung, please help me. I don’t know how…” the younger one said quite childishly.
“What else should I do?” the dancer turned to him, sighing tiredly. Looks like he won't get into the shower today. “Should I be present during the process, and even hold your dick so that you know where to stick it?”
“Can you?” the maknae asked interestedly.
“You’re kidding me,” Hoseok was already starting to get angry.
“No. No, hyung, I’m sorry,” Jungkook raised his hands, taking a few steps. “Just help. I really don’t know what or how to do. And you will help, is it really difficult? After all, you were together with Yoongi-hyung!”
“Fuck, Jungkook!” Hope raised his voice. “I was not with Suga.”
“I don't mean that you slept with each other…”
“Shut up!” Hope said quietly.
“But you two had… Well…”
“Better shut up,” the dancer said warningly.
“But…”
Jungkook jumped in place when the elder slapped him on the lips.
“Okay, we slept with a girl once… At the same time,” Hoseok hissed quietly. “We were drunk. There's no point in shouting about it.”
“In my opinion, that happened three… no, it seems, four times,” Jungkook said thoughtfully, but noticing Jung's gaze, he hastened to add: “I’m silent, it’s none of my business.”
Hoseok nodded and turned back to the door.
“But, hyung, what’s stopping you from helping me then?”
“Fuck off,” the dancer said and left, leaving the frowning maknae alone in the studio.
***
Getting rid of the annoying maknae is not so easy. He'll get you. He will find you wherever you are. Oh yeah. No matter how Hope tried to get away from him, it didn’t work. The rest of the Bangtans even looked at them suspiciously. After all, the dancer always treated the younger one well, and they spent a lot of time together. And now…
“What does he want from you?” asked Suga in the evening of the next day.
“Suck out my brain,” Hope said.
“I thought it was Taehyung’s business,” Yoongi chuckled.
“He probably got the infection from him,” Hoseok waved it off.
Jungkook bothered him even with his glance, his eyes, his movements. He looked at the elder so pleadingly, as if his life depended on sex. Although, for an eighteen-year-old – almost nineteen – guy, and also, as it turned out, a virgin, everything depends on sex.
“Jungkook-ah, find another helper,” Hope said as they met on the way to the bathroom.
“Hoseokie-hyung, who else?” the maknae began plaintively. “You are the closest to me. And if I tell them about my… problem, they will laugh at me.”
“I’ll kill them,” Jung nconsciously interceded, to which the younger one smiled.
Hope always stood up for him, even if nothing had happened yet.
“And also, you are our most experienced. You had sex before the group was formed. And for the other guys – later.”
“What makes you think that?” the dancer narrowed his eyes.
“Well… Namjoon-hyung chatted… I mean, he somehow talked in his sleep,” the younger shrugged. “I was snoring and muttering, and that’s what I heard.”
Hoseok clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“Jungkook-ah, go to bed, it’s late.”
***
The next time Jungkook caught Hoseok by surprise was the evening of the next day. The whole day he somehow managed to avoid being seen by the dancer, and he managed to relax and enjoy his work and have fun with the other Bangtans.
But this happened in the evening…
After three hours of continuous – oh God, too long – dance practice, they took a shower. And, in order to quickly finish everything and finally fall asleep, they took a shower “in pairs.” And, of course, Jungkook managed to get under the long-awaited water with his beloved hyung.
Hope didn't pay attention to the younger boy at first. He was very tired and his head was occupied only by thoughts of bed. But the maknae’s attentive gaze directed at his back and below began to bother him. Turning to the shower stall opposite and encountering the interested look of the younger man, he could not resist:
“What do you want?”
“I just thought…” the younger man did not finish, biting his lower lip.
“Well?” the elder hurried.
“Maybe you had a lot of girls because you have toned buttocks?” Jungkook said in one breath.
To say that Hoseok was taken aback would be an understatement. What kind of thoughts are spinning in the maknae’s cute little head? And then the elder could no longer stop laughing. Seriously?
“What does the buttocks have to do with it, Jungkook-ah?” he said through laughter.
“Well, maybe that’s what girls like,” the maknae shrugged, pouting his lips slightly. “Look, hyung, are my buttocks okay?”
And before Hope could say anything, the younger man turned his back to him. Hoseok's mouth remained open, it is unclear – from the importunity, impudence or innocence of this guy.
The eyes involuntarily slid over the young body opposite, noting the strong back, smooth, rounded buttocks and strong legs.
“Too bad?” Jungkook asked excitedly, without turning around.
And Hoseok didn’t even know whether he was doing this on purpose or not?
“There’s nothing wrong with your buttocks,” the dancer muttered, turning his back to the younger one, who had already turned to him.
“Is it true? Are they the same as yours?”
“Fuck, Jungkook, don’t be a child,” Hoseok snapped, reaching for the soap.
The maknae didn't say another word, at least until they finished showering.
They finished almost simultaneously. It's time to make room in the shower for the last «pair» - Namjoon and Jimin. It’s already late, and they still have to get up early tomorrow.
“Do I have to shave them too?” the younger man’s hesitant voice rang out.
Hoseok looked up at him in confusion, while trying to handle the towel – the white fabric kept slipping out of his hands. The maknae's dark eyes were focused on the elder's groin area, where not a single hair was visible.
At that moment, Hope realized for the first time that none of the Bangtans had ever seen the other completely naked – well, except for him and Yoongi those few – four – times, and Suga seemed to have no hair. Or not? The dancer shook his head, trying to get rid of the picture of naked Yoongi.
“No, not necessarily,” he finally answered.
Jungkook nodded, not taking eyes off his naked body, so that Hope even felt a little uncomfortable. And maknae also extended his hand and touched the smooth, soft skin with his fingers. The dancer bit the inside of his cheek, trying to control his trembling. What is this guy doing?
J-Hope has seen so many indecent things in his short life that even experienced prostitutes would blush. Including, he engaged in same-sex sex, both in the role of a top and a bottom. And he wouldn’t be embarrassed at all by the guy touching himself. But Jungkook… Their little Jungkook!..
“But it’s more beautiful this way,” the maknae said in a low voice, stroking the smooth skin with his fingertips. “What if I shave too? I know that Tae shaves too, he once said that he accidentally cut himself and it hurt.”
Hoseok chuckled and, tightly clasping his fingers around the younger’s elbow, pulled his hand away.
“You don’t need to shave,” Hope answered in the same low voice. “Otherwise you will harm yourself too. And so,” he glanced at the dark, soft pubic hairs of the younger one, “it even suits you.”
Jungkook flushed at his words, lowering his eyes. Hoseok shook his head and finally wrapped a towel around his hips and left the bathroom.
***
The day of the private party came unexpectedly quickly. Although, depending on who. Jungkook wasn’t ready for it yet, or for meeting someone to spend the night with. The first night in his life when he won’t sleep hugging a pillow and waking up in surprise every time RapMon’s snoring hits particularly high notes.
Having carefully selected his clothes, he stood in front of the mirror for several more hours, styling his hair and trying to paint his eyes the way their stylists do – and it seemed to work. But he barely held back a disappointed groan when he saw that J-Hope barely touched makeup. The dancer grinned, seeing the maknae’s efforts.
Jungkook didn’t remember how they got there. He was nervous, very nervous. So much so that his knees were shaking. The only thought in his head was that he wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing and he would be laughed at for it.
Oh no! To hell with all of it! He needs to drop everything and leave. Even if he is the only person on earth who is afraid to try sex, he will not look in the eyes of his friends – and in his own – shamefully as a wimp who cannot cope with the “task”. Even if he only sees sex on a screen for the rest of his life, even if he jerks off for the rest of his life, if… Even if, but… Oh, God, how easy it is for girls on their first time. They don’t have to do anything – probably – the guy will do everything himself until she learns. But if you are a guy, or rather, the guy is YOU, and you have to lead, and you don’t know how… Oh, God, he needs to go back!
“So impatient, little one?” Suga asked in surprise, looking at the sudden movements of the younger one, who was sitting on the sofa nearby and with a thoughtless – also strangely empty – gaze looking towards the dance floor.
Jungkook nodded thoughtlessly. What did Hope say? Ask a girl to dance? But those who are sitting on the sofas are either drinking something or talking with someone. It will be inconvenient to come up and invite. And so impolite.
Jungkook pursed his lips in frustration. Then, taking a deep breath, he slowly stood up.
“I’ll go dance, hyung,” he said to Yoongi without turning to him.
Suga didn’t answer, he just frowned and followed him with his gaze.
Well, Jungkook could dance well. He loved to dance. Not as much as Hoseok, but still. And now, giving his body to the rhythmic beats, he gradually relaxed. Step by step, the nervousness left his body, and soon he began to frankly enjoy this place. Seeing Taehyung in the crowd of dancing people, who for some reason did not close his mouth and moved in a strange dance, the maknae laughed quietly and, completely relaxing, closed his eyes.
But apparently this was not worth doing, as he felt a pair of gentle but persistent hands that slid down his chest, Jungkook sharply opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of the girl standing opposite. The interested gaze of light blue eyes – clearly lenses – slid over the guy's body, causing him to tremble. No, not from pleasure or anticipation, but from some strange wariness. The maknae couldn’t explain why he reacted this way to the beautiful girl’s touches, but something seemed to push him away.
He pulled back with a frightened face, noting that the girl’s gaze was becoming surprised and incomprehensible. Maknae couldn't explain anything to her, and to be honest, to himself either. He just wanted to get away from this place as quickly as possible.
Turning around, he almost pushed some guy who looked at him indignantly. Jungkook hurried to apologize, but the very next second he ran into the dancing girl. All sweaty from despair and fear, Jungkook stood in the middle of the dance floor, not knowing what to do.
Suga, who was still keeping an eye on the maknae, saw the youngest one’s strange throwing, got up from his seat to call out to him or go to help. But the next moment, the maknae’s gaze changed, as if he had been thrown a life preserver. Surprised, Yoongi followed the maknae’s gaze and came across J-Hope’s profile.
Yes, Jungkook saw his beloved hyung. The dancer's gaze alone had an effect on him better than any sedative pills. Jung stood on the stairs leading to the second floor, with some girl and strangely affectionately looked at the younger with his dark eyes. Seeing his hyung's nod, meaning that he could join him, Jungkook literally jumped up and ran towards the stairs.
His face was flushed with embarrassment and shame, and the maknae did not want to raise his head when he found himself several steps lower than the hyung. Hope asked something, but the younger boy couldn't hear anything over the music and tinnitus. However, it seems that the question was not addressed to him, because the girl standing next to him laughed hoarsely and answered something in agreement. And then the maknae felt a warm hand in his, and Hope pulled him along.
A few steps forward, following his beloved hyung, and then he found himself in the twilight of an empty room, and the door closed by Hoseok cut off the way back.
Yoongi squinted after his departing friends and, grinning and shaking his head, reached for a glass with a dubious-colored liquid.