Glow

😳Agony

After we get back to the next hotel we find a similar setup. The guys already know what they need to do and move without even talking. I pause, looking around at the main space of the suite, not finding a bathroom this time. The clothes and items I needed purchased are sitting next to the couch, so I check that out while waiting to see what happens next.

'You still waiting to change and use a bathroom?' asks Jimin. He comes out of the only hallway there, rubbing his damp hair with a towel. He looks more comfortable in his shorts and tank top. I nod, turning around to go through those bags again to find sleepwear. I'm not used to wearing it, but it's better than my usual in this situation... underwear or nothing if it's too hot.

'Hobi's using my bathroom at the moment, and RM is next in there. I think Tae and Yoongi are up next for Jin's. JK is using the only hall shower, so when he's done you can use that.

I thank him and settle  onto the floor, searching for the bathroom toiletries. After a while Seokjin and Hoseok come out, prepared to talk and relax.

'JK still isn't out of the shower?' Hoseok all but shouts, learning that I am still waiting. With a huff and a frown he turns back around and heads down the hallway to the first door on the left. Not even knocking he opens the door planning on shouting at Jungkook... but instead quickly turns around and walks back, pale.

'Uh....' he says, looking shocked.

Jin and Jimin smile, eyebrows cocked mischievously, and hum questioningly.

'He's... in pain. He says he can't... stop.' Now I smirk.

Cackling Jimin collapses to the floor. Seokjin just rolls his eyes and turns to his phone to call for more towels from hotel service. Meanwhile Hoseok sidles up to me and asks me a question I don't expect.

'When did you last shake hands or touch JK?'

I blink. Thinking I shake my head. 'I didn't.'

The three turn to look at me. 'Never?' Asks Hoseok.

'Well, no. I've tried to give him his space. I know he's nervous around females.'

My wrist is suddenly grabbed by Jimin and they all start glowing, but he doesn't pause in his mission to get me... to the bathroom with Jungkook in it.

'If he's in pain it's one of the effects of this. Touch is needed to fix it. Good luck!' Jimin sings as he slings me through the suddenly open door, closing it firmly behind me.

The shower curtain is all that's separating me from seeing Jungkook. I can see the vague flesh-colored shape of his body, but that's it... and I can't tear my eyes away.

It seems like he isn't even aware of me as he groans, leaning towards the shower head, at least one arm pressed against the wall. Fuck.

I hesitantly step towards him. He doesn't sound happy. Not wanting him to be in pain I carefully reach my arm around the shower curtain to touch his shoulder.

His flinch is instant and dramatic. The arm that was against the wall quickly moves to clutch the shower curtain, pulling it off the rod above our heads. He shifts entirely, my hand moving from the back of his shoulder to his bicep, his hips and body pivoting to face me.

Don't look down. Don't look down! I remind myself, anchoring my eyes on his face. He's glowing, his face shocked, in pain... and pleasure? I almost look down when I realize the bicep I am touching is flexing over and over, his forearm is pumping relentlessly. The other hand, still clenching the now torn shower curtain seems completely forgotten until he lets the plastic fabric go to crumple under the the warm water still pouring down.