The Change Within

㊵There's Always Tomorrow

 
Blithe smiles decorating their faces, the two boys exited the room, and Jeongguk swiftly went to his own to grab his towel as well.

Taehyung’s lips stretched wider by his hyper state once he returned, and he seized his hand, tugging him towards the bathroom.

“You two!”

A resonant voice iced them up in their tracks, and they twisted around, only to face a frustrated-looking Yoongi and a curious-looking Hoseok.

“You purple-haired brat, you said you’ll explain everything later,” Yoongi exclaimed, hands riveted on his waist and foot tapping against the floor in exasperation.

“I thought you went to bed since it’s so late.” Taehyung cleared his throat and subtly brought his towel in front of his crotch in his attempt to hide his boner.

“We want to know what happened. And what were all these noises we heard—Ouch.” Hoseok’s remark dissolved into a whine as he rubbed his bicep, throwing a miffed glare at Yoongi who just pinched him. “What?”

“You really don’t know what these noises were?”

“Well, of course I do, but I want details. Like, did they do it? Who topped? Who initiated it? Who—“

“Yah!” Yoongi growled, brows bumping in an annoyed scowl. “Is this really important right now? Because I think Taehyung disappearing without a word is way more important.”

“It is, obviously, but—”

“Guys,” Taehyung spat out, finding his impatience on the rise and hardly able to fence it in anymore.

And hell, his hard-on wasn’t helping the situation in the slightest.

“It’s really late, okay? We just want to take a shower and sleep so—”

“Together?” Hoseok questioned as a grin tinged with thrill popped up onto his face. He placed a protective hand against the side of his mouth and whispered, “Did you really do it?” He received a faint punch on his arm again by Yoongi at his foolish action.

“I can still hear you, you know.”

“Whatever.”

“Can we just carry on? And no, Hoseok hyung, we didn’t do it yet. We have to wake up in like six hours, so please just go to sleep. Taehyung will tell us everything tomorrow, and we’ll also answer any question you have about us.”

“Fair enough.” Yoongi sighed. “Don’t sleep too late. Kook, you know you can’t miss your classes. Your attendance is at the limits.”

“I know,” mumbled the caramel-haired boy as his eyes dropped to the floor.

Oh, how much he wished he could just sleep in the next day. Even the thought of waking up early after that long, emotional night had him on the edge of a meltdown.

And the said night hadn’t even finished yet.

“Goodnight,” Taehyung added before he gripped the younger’s hand, dragging him to the bathroom. “The rooms aren't soundproof, huh?” he asked with a slightly awkward chuckle as they stepped inside.

“No, so we have to keep it down.”

“Well, you were pretty loud. It’s not my fault.”

Jeongguk’s brows arched with a hint of amusement and irony as he eyeballed the little smirk adorning the older’s characteristics and cocky posture, shoulders pushed back and chest inflated with pride.

“Yeah, it’s not your fault,” he said a few beats later as he shuffled closer to the boy who now had his back turned to him. “I’m just wondering”—his fingers drew up to the hem of his shirt, and he peeled it off, letting it fall to the floor without a care—“how loud you’re going to be when I fill you up.”