ONE-SHOTS [BTS OMORASHI]

-Close Calls- [Jungkook]

A/N: 🌸 This isn't a normal chapter, definitely not a normal chapter. More of an imagine than anything. But I changed the characters around to make it fit, enjoy. 🌸

(Also I don't know how many times I will apologize for not updating. I've literally been doing a good amount of nothing and had all this free time because my school is on strike. So send some of the most detailed request you've ever dreamed of in those comments so I can get started and feel like I have something to do instead of lazily writing on sentence and giving up entirely.)

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✨ Music: Zelda 25th Anniversary Overture ✨

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Jeon Jungkook simply closed his eyes and took a cold stern breathe as he spun his baton, twirling the device in twisted patterns as a stroking feeling thundered at his heart. As anxious as Jungkook is, it isn't his only concern, he felt a pressing need overwhelm his lower stomach. The boy did not pay much concern to it though. He would sweat it out, he will sweat it out, and this will not effect his score—because they haven't even started the parade route. Jungkook calls his band to attention and they finally move ahead into the seemingly endless road of people.

Jungkook continues to march mercilessly as the crowd goes wild after their band plays the same obnoxious tune again, chanting their logo over and over. It's after that Jungkook subtly curses under his breathe after the long overdue liquid in his bladder reminds him of it's painful discomfort. It's nearly judging after a few more songs and Jungkook mentally prepares himself for any situation, even if it meant pissing himself right in front of the judges but he was not leaving that place with anything but first place.

Jungkook flicks his tongue impatiently and squeezes his eyes shut as he was forced to drift his legs apart. When hauling the band he gives a firm squeeze to his baton—reluctant to fight this war anymore. Jungkook tenses up when he feels a few drips dribble out his cock, he can't breathe anymore. Their already at judging and after this they have another mile or two to go, he can't even compose himself for his peers. Jungkook is everywhere, all he can think about is how he's going to piss himself in a three-thousand dollar uniform in front of hundreds of strangers.

Jungkook calls his band to attention once more but can't grasp enough oxygen so he's pretty sure it sounded sloppy and slurred. Jungkook is trying to hide his very obvious need, he has a sense that everyone of his peers looking at him right now and knows exactly why he's shaking like a frail bird. The boy turns back to do his routine and clears his mind completely. He finishes his routine without any problems until the very last second, in which he's gasping as urine soaks through his shorts and makes a small quarter sized stain on the sheer white pants. Jungkook hopes no one noticed, he's about ready to give up. He couldn't hold it another two minutes even if he wanted to, but surprisingly enough, he does.

He makes it through the tough crowd of people, sure enough another mile and a half later the parade is over and he's so full that his stomach begins to ache so badly to the extent of wanting to throw up. It's so full of liquid that Jungkook can hardly take a breathe without tearing up. As soon as the director asks the band to huddle Jungkook realizes that he needs to go through the agonizing process of being the last band in a parade. As a drum major, Jungkook has to stay in uniform until after awards or until he got back to school, but Jungkook pained the thought of knowing he wouldn't be able to make it between either of those time period and he needs to get the uniform of him now. The kid gushes not leaks, gushes, it's forcing through.