Jerk (ing) Off

Tae didn't remember anything from that day. Even Jungkook didn't bring anything out. He just wanted to forget everything till he himself figured out what he wanted. Was he just physically attracted to Tae? Because Tae was hot. Oh, so hot! Or was he falling for Tae?

The next week they went on arguing and cribbing all the time. Jay had lost all the hopes that she would get to see them together.

On that particular Friday, Tae wasn't feeling well so he came home early. He had the keys so he just opened them. His eyes moved to the living room. It had Jungkook's stuff.

Was he home?

Slowly, Tae tiptoed to their room and before he could open it, he heard it.

Oh yes!

He heard Jungkook's moans.

"Aaahhhhhh ---- ummmmmmmm – aahhhhh."

Fuck!

Tae stopped and moved back.

"Aaahhh – mmmmhhhh."

Tae's whole body reacted to Jungkook's moans. He felt hotness everywhere.

But. Was he having sex with someone?

Fuck! On their bed?

Tae was mad. So mad. He thought of just disturbing him.

How could he do that on their bed?

Tae's hand moved to the door but he stopped, froze.

"Aaaahhh – Taeeee – Taeeeeehyungggg – ummmmm."

Tae stopped breathing would be an understatement. He just couldn't move. His inside tingled hearing his name.

"Aahhhh – Taeeeee – fucckkkkk – yourrrr – asssssss."

Biting his lip hard, Tae shook his head.

Jungkook was touching himself thinking about Tae right on their bed.

"Taeeeee – yourrr asssss," Jungkook continued, "I – aahhhh wannnaaa –"

Tae didn't hear a single word and left the house silently.

He sat down outside for almost an hour so shocked.

What was happening?

Jungkook liked him? Or was it lust?

But Jungkook hated him. Right?

Oh god!

After an hour when he wanted to pee bad, Tae rang the bell.

Jungkook opened the door shirtless and wearing only his boxers.

His face lit up after seeing Tae at the door step. The after orgasm glow evident on his face.

"Hey," Jungkook smiled but Tae was too embarrassed to even look at his face.

He couldn't stop hearing Jungkook's moans. And his name.

"I – I am not well," Tae stuttered and made his way to Jay's room, "I need sleep."

Jungkook frowned, "That's not our room."

Yes, you idiot!

He didn't want to be in their room. Jungkook must have definitely not washed the sheets or even removed them.

"I – I," Tae turned around, "need some darkness. Their room is dark."

With that, he went inside. That was a lie. Of course. In fact, their room was much darker. Yoongi would mostly keep all the windows open.

Jungkook frowned.

What had happened to him? But he got a call from his work and his mind got distracted.

In the evening, when Tae opened his eyes, he heard Jay and Jungkook fighting.

They were arguing over what to order. Jay had a glass in her hand as she was sipping cola with Yoongi who was busy on his phone.

"I want chicken," yelled Jungkook so mad at his sister that he didn't even notice Tae get out and sit beside Yoongi.

"I hate chicken," Jay shook her head, her eyes and noses flaring, "I told you we will have chicken on Sunday. Now, lets order pasta. I am craving for pasta."

"No," Jungkook scowled and saw Tae looking lost, "Yoongi, order chicken wings."

"Fuck chicken wings," Jay was on her feet, the glass in her hand, "I warn you Min Yoongi. If you order chicken, I am not talking to you."

"He will," scolded Jungkook like a teacher from school.

"He will not."

"He will."

"Not."

"He will."

"Argghhhh."

The next thing was quite a sight. The cola flew up in air and landed on Jungkook's hair, his white t shirt and his body.

"My colaaaaaa," cried Jay not noticing what she had done.

"You bitch," yelled Jungkook grabbing hold of her hair.

"Aahhhhhhh! Yoooooongii!!!!!!!!" Jay cried but Jungkook's hold was strong and he started to pinch her arms.

"Fast," Yoongi whispered to Tae, "Go to your room. Get a towel and a clean t-shirt."

Tae nodded and ran to their room forgetting why he didn't want to enter it in the first place.

Running to Jungkook's wardrobe he began looking for a towel but found something else.

It was his pink panty.

The one he had lost.

The one he was looking for since a few days.

Tae put the panty down and sighed so confused.

His eyes moved to something else buried under the clothes.

It was Tae's picture that Jin had taken during their trip. The one where Tae was sitting with Jay and smiling.

Of course, Jay was cropped from the picture.

The door opened and Jungkook found Tae by the wardrobe.

Fuck!

He bit his lip hard and knew what was happening.

Tae turned around and looked at Jungkook with a dejected face. His photo and panty in both hands.

"I – I can explain," Jungkook moved forward shirtless, "Things got misplaced."

They were standing so close to each other that they could read each other's' lies.

"Jungkook – don't lie,"

Sighing, Jungkook stepped closer to Tae, "I – I am not."

Biting his lip hard, Tae felt the blood on his tongue, "I heard you Jungkook. I – when I came back."

"What?"

"I had the keys so I unlocked the door and heard you – were – moaning. And my name was on your lips."

Tae's eyes were a mixture of hurt and lust.

Jungkook stepped back so confused and annoyed with himself.

"We should talk Jungkook."