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This was not how Hoseok had thought the day would pan out. He’d woken up in the morning feeling relaxed and boneless. The sheets were tangled around his body and the curtains were drawn far enough to let the light filter through. The weather was warm, but it wasn't sticky and humid like it would be the middle of summer. All of the house chores had been finished yesterday with each member having their own jobs to tackle and the schedule for the next few days was empty (a very rare but very appreciated occurrence). Needless to say, Hoseok was sure it was going to be a nice, calm day. He'd taken his time in wiggling out of his bed; waking up earlier than the members had it’s perks and having the house to himself for just a few savourable minutes was more than enough sometimes. He happily carries on with his daily routine, eating a quick breakfast and having his morning coffee, taking his final sips as the others wake up one by one. Chore day meant that his room was already clean and that the only thing he had left to do was shower and relax. A nice warm shower is always a good way to relax just that little bit more, right? What Hoseok was not expecting however, was for Jeon Jungkook himself swinging the bathroom door open, promptly inviting himself inside before taking a seat on the sink bench. Hoseok was only half way through his shower. Before the sudden and rude intrusion he'd been happily sudsing up his hair and humming the gentle notes of girl group songs. Now he was posed in what he could only describe as a contortionist level stance to try and protect his nakedness from the prying, beady eyes of their youngest member. The shrill scream that burst from his lungs was probably heard all the way to the company building at this point. It’s not as if things like this hadn't happened before, their debut days and the tiny, cramped first apartment lead to a lot of group showers and awkward shuffling to avoid any sudsy skin contact- but it’s been years since their debut and honestly, as grown men, showering together just became more awkward for them than it was in the beginning. Hoseok’s reaction is totally reasonable. It was as if Jungkook hadn't even heard the scream let alone registered how weird and out of the blue this was. With his pyjamas strewn on his body, head tilted and hair sticking up all on one side, a cup (Yes a cup. Not a bowl. Not even a spoon). of cereal in his hand, Jungkook just blinks, once, twice, before finally perking up.
“Whatcha doing Hobi Hyung?”
Hoseok was going to absolutely fucking loose it. This kid can’t be serious. He’s going to have an aneurism. “Jungkook I’m trying to take a shower!” His voice was already bordering on hysteric, his eyes no doubt wide, confused and overall just shell shocked. What the fuck.
“Ah. right. Nice.” Jungkook’s voice sounded normal, albeit a little distant and tired. He just bobs his head, as if deeming Hoseok’s answer truthful and plausible even though he’s indeed very much naked, under the heavy spray of water.
There was a slight pause between them, Hoseok’s brain malfunctioning temporarily from how ridiculous this whole ordeal feels, “are you.. are you gonna like- ya’Know leave? so I can shower in peace?” His body relaxes a little from the sudden shock, but he’s still just as confused as he was three minutes ago.
Something seemed to jog Jungkook’s brain into properly-functioning-mode at that, turning back to look at Hoseok properly. Accept, instead of leaving peacefully and calmly and not making this any weirder like Hoseok was begging for, when Jungkook turns his eyes slowly drag along his body, seemingly tracing every curve and definition that his eyes can get a hold of before just grinning. Grinning big and wide like an absolute perverted idiot. Hoseok feels light headed.
“Yaah~ you've been holding out on us Hyung. Your so toned now.” Without another word, Jungkook hops off the bench and wanders off back to the bathroom door. He pokes his head in just before closing it properly muttering a cheery, “oh- and good morning!” before finally closing the door and leaving Hoseok by himself.
Five minutes of standing under the water with wide eyes glued to the shower tiles is what it takes for Hoseok’s brain to fully function and his soul to sink back into his body. He felt the muscle in his eye twitch, and a scowl slowly forming on his lips. Jungkook can’t be for real. That CAN’T of just so casually happened. How did he not find that weird? Is he really that numb to confrontational situations when its early morning? Had one of the others bet him to walk in there and just check Hoseok out while he’s bare and stunned?
Thinking about it just made Hoseok’s head ache. He shuts off the water and grabs his towel before firmly (and by firmly he really means locked tight like a vice out of fear) tying it around his waist to avoid any more awkward and sudden encounters, his poor heart and brain could only handle so much in one day. As he steps out he stops almost immediately and his eye twitched just a little harder. He’s going to go fucking nuts. Jungkook has a death wish. There on the bathroom counter right against the mirror, rests Jungkook’s god forsaken cereal mug. The fucker didn't even bother to clean up after himself.