By: @JeonPark_Danielle

When Jimin came down with the flu, he was more than distraught about it. He couldn't sing properly because this throat was in so much pain, he couldn't dance because his body ached, he couldn't do anything for the whole week to help the other members. Jimin knew that a week off work isn't an extremely long time, and he should be thankful that he wasn't not direly sick and stuck away from any big performances. The members reassured him that missing practice wasn't a big deal as their comeback had awhile to approach and he already learned a large amount of the new album's choreography. But Jimin wasn't any less upset, wishing that he could be beside his members while they practice, wanting to put in as much effort as everyone else.

Realistically, Jimin knew that he didn't need a whole week to recover from the flu. He had a strong immune system that battled sicknesses quicker than the average person, but when Seokjin insisted that the flu lasts anywhere from four to seven days, the staff and the members alike both settled on keeping Jimin at the dorms for a week. Originally he hated it, the feeling of everyone catering to his needs and constantly checking up on him. But as he was starting to get better, he was starting to appreciate their efforts and even enjoy the attention just a little bit. It was the fifth day of his week off when he felt like he wasn't too sick anymore. His nose was still running and his cough would come back every so often, but it was nothing compared to how he was earlier in the week. He desperately begged to go back to practice and at least watch the members so he wouldn't get too far behind. Obviously though, his advances were ignored and denied.

That's how he found himself laying on his mattress fisting his hard cock lazily. Jerking off wasn't an uncommon occurrence in the group. They were growing men that all had needs and even though they had a busy life, they eventually would need some time alone to relieve some sexual frustration. Generally they found this time in dark corners of their bedrooms late at night or under the warm water spraying from the shower head. But at rare times like these, when the members were all out of the house and Jimin found himself alone, he always took his time. Slowly stroking his dick, edging himself, letting out loose exhales and moans that he would usually stifle, he loved having time to tease himself.

Recently though, he was figuring out what he liked and what he didn't like in the bedroom. There wasn't much room for experimenting with anyone since he was in the spotlight at all times so he resulted to sleepless nights watching porn and trying to sort out what turned him on. He began fingering himself out of curiosity when he saw loads of videos of men hitting their prostates aggressively and based off their reactions, he knew the feeling had to be good. He didn't expect to like it so much that he would often cum from fingering himself and even go as far to order a sex toy.

The topic of sex was a little taboo, especially gay sex. Jimin didn't know much about his sexuality, but he did know that he liked the feeling of something up his ass. However, it wouldn't be a bright idea for him to go outside and buy a dildo as a male idol. He could only imagine the worldwide scandal that would get him into, which is why he decided to order it online under a fake name. When the package arrived under a random name with 'Park' in front of it, he spouted some lie about it being a family member to the managers and quickly took the deformed package to his room.

It had been months since he ordered it, but it still remained unused, pressed deep into his drawer, hiding in between pieces of clothing shamefully. They rarely had any time to jerk off, making it difficult for Jimin to find time to finger himself open enough to fuck a dildo. Since he was feeling better though, he couldn't help but feel like this was his only chance to finally put it to use.

A small part of him felt guilty for taking advantage of his time to rest to succumb to his sexual desires, but the moment he pushed his lubed index finger into the rim of his ass, he quickly forgot about any second thoughts he was having. He immediately let out a sigh, thrusting his finger into himself slowly before adding another finger. He scissored his fingers, spreading them open in an attempt to stretch himself more than usual. His hands weren't too big so when he fingered himself he didn't feel much pain, but he knew he would be pushing his limits with the dildo. He focused on trying to order one that looked realistic, but once he dug it out of his drawer and got a good look at it, he realized it may have been bigger than he had anticipated.

Jimin's mouth twitched as he gazed at the size, curling his fingers in an attempt to find his prostate before getting fed up and adding a third finger to help. He was whimpering sweetly now, thankful that no one else was home so he could moan as he pleased. He fingered himself until he was panting, feeling his abdomen tighten as he got closer to his release. He begrudgingly slid his fingers out of his ass in exchange for rubbing lube over the dildo generously.

The dildo itself was a simple light nude color and it was plastic with a suction cup at the end with the balls so it could stick to surfaces. Jimin had seen dildos used in many ways, but he had always wanted to try sticking one to a wall and riding it that way instead of just fucking it into himself. He found it extremely arousing because when he saw other bottoms fuck themselves like that, it almost looked like they weren't alone and that there was someone fucking them to help them release. That's all Jimin wanted really, was for someone else to make him come. He was tired of doing it himself and this was the best thing he could think of to give him the feeling that he craved.

He pushed himself off of his bed, making his way towards the wall to set up the dildo. He lined up the dildo perfectly with the height of his ass before pushing it against the wall with pressure, huffing when it wouldn't stick to the surface. He kept trying to make the suction work in an attempt to live out his fantasies, but the rough texture of the wall made it impossible. He was just about ready to give up and just ride it on the floor instead when his eyes landed on the door to his bedroom.

For some reason he couldn't explain, all of the members had normal bedroom doors except for his and Hoseok's shared room. The pair had a large glass door as the entrance to their bedroom, leaving little room for privacy when literally anyone walked passed their room as the door was completely see-through. They didn't mind though, the only people living there were the members themselves, and a crystal clear view of their room from outside didn't really bother anyone there.

In theory, Jimin's thoughts would've sounded like an ridiculous porn scene that was lacking in plot. He realized that the suction would stick to the glass better than it would the wall, and once he made his way over to test his theory, it was clear that the suction worked perfectly on the door. The idea of fucking yourself against a glass door in a shared dorm with your best friends is an awful idea to anyone with half of a brain. But Jimin could only think about the videos he had seen, the faces the men had made in the videos, the moans they let out as they fucked themselves against the wall. He glanced at the clock briefly, making sure that he would have enough time to himself. Once he saw that the members wouldn't be back for at least another two hours he didn't need any other incentive to go through with his plan of fucking himself against the glass door. None of the members would be home and he would have enough time to make himself come and fix everything up to look like he had just been in bed all day while they were out. The whole idea was foolproof and Jimin was more than eager to line himself up with the dildo that was now sticking out from the door.

As he sunk onto the large dildo he held his breath, releasing a shaky exhale once he felt his ass pressed against the plastic balls. He stayed still, moaning at the feeling of finally being full. He had yearned for this for so long and to finally experience it was something that made his hips buck, forcing the dildo to press against his prostate. Jimin choked on his saliva at the pressure, placing his hands behind him against the door for stability. He began to slowly work his hips against the dildo, tilting his head back when he clenched down on it experimentally.

Jimin wanted to make this last long, he really did, but he found the need to cum was approaching sooner than he anticipated. He was picking up the thrusts of his hips, letting out involuntary whimpers as he scrambled to hold onto the door knob. He teased himself, pushing it all the way inside of him, letting it press into him deeper than ever before bucking his hips in short movements, small calculated attacks to his prostate. He was moaning loudly now, the wet squelch of the dildo entering his hole continuously was getting faster and faster.

He was losing himself in the feeling, his stomach tightening and muscles tensing. "F-Fuck," he cursed under his breathe, a loud groan following. His cock twitched before he sank back on the dildo two more times. Jimin's vision became blurry as he felt his body become overwhelmed with pleasure, shooting white hot stripes of cum onto the floor. He rode out his orgasm, pushing himself against the plastic cock until his legs gave out and he was shaking from the overstimulation. He slowly pulled off the dildo, immediately sinking to his knees and placing his hands on the floor in front of him in an attempt to catch his breathe.

Jimin didn't have much time to ground himself though, jumping at the sound of a door closing. He moved quickly, wiping the mixture of cum and lube off the floor and using his discarded shirt to wrap the used dildo as best as he could to hide it. He was sweaty and out of breath as he pulled on random pajamas haphazardly, opening the door of his room to see who was home.

When he stumbled out of the bedroom though, there was no one to be seen. Confused, he walked around the dorm, checking the members rooms to see if any of them came home early. After he didn't find anyone, he peeked his head out of the front door to see if anyone was lurking through the hallway, but when he was greeted with silence and no one in sight, he retreated back to his room. Jimin figured it was probably just his imagination and he just thought he heard the sound of a door shutting. He let out a sigh of relief, cleaning up the sex toy appropriately before hopping into the shower, letting the hot water wash away any traces of what he had done while he was home alone.

Unbeknownst to Jimin, Jeongguk stood around the corner of the hallway outside of their dorms, back pressed against the wall as he willed his hard-on to go down. Jeongguk couldn't recall how long he had been standing there, but he knows that he was present long enough to watch as his hyung fucked himself back against a fucking sex toy. At first, when Jeongguk walked into the house, he tried to stay quiet, knowing that Jimin might have been sleeping his sickness off still. So when he silently stepped towards his room, he was surprised to hear the sound of high pitched moans coming from Jimin and Hoseok's bedroom. Jeongguk figured Jimin was just jerking off, getting ready to plug in his headphones and retreat to his room when he saw something moving in his peripherals.

Jeongguk gasped as he laid his eyes on the door that led to Jimin's room, the see-through glass not leaving any room for debate as he witnessed Jimin rocking back eagerly against a plastic dildo. He froze, watching his hyung more out of shock than anything. He found himself staring at how Jimin's ass would press against the glass slightly when he forced the dildo entirely inside of him, his eyes settling on the way his small hands were twitching against the glass behind him. Jeongguk's dick twitched in his sweatpants when he heard Jimin's whimpers begin to grow louder.

He was alarmed by his own arousal, looking down guiltily at the growing bulge in his sweats. Jeongguk didn't have much time to feel ashamed, looking back up at the door with urgency when Jimin let out a much louder set of moans, his hips working desperately. Jeongguk's breath hitched as he watched on intently, admiring Jimin's beautiful thrusts, listening to each and every groan and sigh that left his mouth. His own hips began to move slightly on their on accord, his hand slowly pressing against his cock, providing just a little bit of sweet relief. He was subconsciously timing his thrusts against his palm with Jimin's thrusts back against the dildo, hips bucking faster and faster as Jimin began to grow more eager. Jeongguk couldn't see when Jimin came, but he could tell based off of his loud cursing and moaning. He was moving against the dildo much slower now, seemingly drawing out his orgasm as long as he could.

Once Jeongguk saw him lift completely off the plastic dick and land on his knees, the realization of what he was doing had finally settled in. He took quick strides towards the front door, closing it louder than he should have in his haste. He didn't stop just outside though, walking till he was at the end of the hallway, turning the corner to calm himself. Jeongguk was breathing heavily, thinking about how wrong it was for him to watch his best friend get off without him knowing at all. A part of him was trying to convince himself that he didn't really watch on purpose, he just stumbled across Jimin fucking himself against a literal glass door. Anyone walking in the dorm could've witnessed what Jeongguk had. But the way he stood there until his hyung came, palming himself as he desperately held back his own noises of pleasure just reminded him that he did in fact watch on purpose.

Jeongguk tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling aimlessly. He knew he couldn't just walk in there with his dick hard and act like he normally would with Jimin. First of all, he needed to get off as soon as possible, and second of all, he needed to somehow erase his memory and pretend like he didn't see a damn thing. Jeongguk couldn't think straight, stumbling towards the elevator to go back down to the first floor. He originally planned on just staying in the lobby's bathroom until his boner went down, but if he ended up jerking off in one of the stalls and cumming with Jimin's name on his lips, no one had to know.

Back upstairs though, Jimin was finished with washing up, laying down peacefully on his bed when he heard the sounds of his best friends chatting up a storm outside of their dorm room. He walked out of the comfort of his bedroom to greet everyone, confused when he noticed that they were missing one person. "Where's Jeonggukie? Don't tell me you guys left him at the studio again," Jimin giggled as he recalled that time when they drove off without him on accident.

"Oh?" Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, "He's not here?"

Jimin shook his head, "No...why would he be here. I thought he was at practice with everyone?"

Hoseok spoke softly, "Ah, he wasn't feeling good. We asked him to go back home and rest up."

"But that was like thirty minutes ago," Yoongi mumbled, "He should've been here by now."

Taehyung perked up, "Oh no! I'll call him and make sure he's okay!"

"I could've sworn I heard the door open earlier, but when I checked there was no one here. Not even in the hallway outside," Jimin frowned, wondering where the youngest had been.

"That's weird...maybe it's just the sickness getting to you," Seokjin joked, "I still have no clue where Jeongguk is-"

All six of them turned around at the sound of the front door opening, Jeongguk blushing when he looked up to see everyone looking at him. "Why are you guys staring at me?" he questioned.

"Where were you? We told you to go straight home after you left," Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly Jeongguk's eyes diverted, "O-Oh I was using the bathroom downstairs. I didn't feel too good and I didn't think I would make it a-all the way up here."

Jimin gasped, "Do you think you caught the flu from me? We need to get you in bed immediately," he walked over to grab at Jeongguk's hand. Jeongguk couldn't help but stare down at the small hand that was wrapped around his own large one, remembering how those same small hands were scrambling against the glass door so eagerly, fingers twitching out of pleasure. He gulped at the memory and tugged at their hands shyly, "N-No! I think I just ate something bad, that's all. Sorry I worried everyone. I think I'm just gonna call it a night." "Are you sure you don't wanna eat something first?" Seokjin pouted, "Yoongi is ordering lamb skewers for us!"

As much as Jeongguk wanted lamb skewers, he knew he couldn't. He wasn't lying when he said he thought he ate something bad, his stomach turning sour at the thought of eating food. In addition to the ache in his belly, he also knew he couldn't be in the same room as Jimin for too long after his little incident. Even now, as he was staring at the floor, he could feel Jimin's eyes on him, making him feel just the slightest bit of arousal even after he had just came to the thought of him.

Jeongguk finally separated his and Jimin's hands, "I'm okay hyung, you guys can eat without me. I'm just gonna take a quick shower and then head off to bed," he smiled weakly at the group in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitching when his eyes landed on Jimin's messy wet hair, imagining that Jimin looked just like that right after he came against that glass door. He quickly walked to his room, fearing that he would get a boner again if he stared at Jimin for too long. Luckily no one disturbed him for the rest of the night and Jeongguk was able to push down his confusing thoughts long enough to get some sleep.

It had been at least a week since that day that Jimin fucked himself. He felt sexually sated, not feeling the need to masturbate since then. He quickly recovered from the flu and was back on his feet in no time, practicing alongside the other members as if he hadn't been gone for a week. All was well for the group, their album was coming together nicely, ad-libs and vocals being recorded to the best of their abilities, dance practices remaining lengthy, but productive. Everything was going well for all of them, well, except for Jeongguk.

The youngest wasn't called the 'Golden Maknae' for no reason, constantly raising the bar for everyone around him. He was a talented in many aspects, a great singer, a great dancer, even a great rapper, which made him vital to the team. So when he began to mess up the choreography more often than usual, along with his singing faltering and becoming off-pitch, the members were concerned about him to say the least. It wasn't just his performance as an idol that changed, but his personality was a lot more monotonous than it had ever been. He began spending most of his time alone rather than bugging his older members like usual and even when the boys did something as a group, he would still find an excuse to stay alone or leave earlier than everyone else.

It wasn't easy for any of them to understand what changed, but Jimin was especially disheartened by it. While Jeongguk would still joke around with the other members on occasion, he completely stopped messing around with Jimin. He would only speak to the older if it was extremely necessary or if they were in a group, and when he did talk to Jimin, he couldn't stare him in