(Spoiler:- you will be getting something spicy in this chapter ;))

Jeongguk stomped into the gym, the smell of sweat and metal hitting him hard. It was 9:30 PM, his usual time to hit the weights and clear his head. Tonight, though, his mind was stuck on V. He grabbed some dumbbells, the cold steel biting into his hands as he started lifting.

"Why the fuck can’t I get him outta my head?" Jeongguk grunted, straining with each rep. It wasn’t just the texts; it was the thrill, that rush he got whenever V messaged him. It was like a high he couldn’t kick.

He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts aside. "C’mon, focus," he muttered, adding more weight. He hoped the physical pain would drown out the mental one. But even as he pushed through another set, his mind kept flashing back to V—the way V talked, how he made Jeongguk feel.

Switching to bench press, Jeongguk loaded up the barbell, determined to lose himself in the workout. He lay back, gripping the bar, but all he could think about was V. The easy way they vibed, the late-night conversations, how it got under his skin like nothing else. Not even Shezam.

"Fuckin' hell, Jeongguk," he cursed under his breath, pushing the bar up. His muscles screamed, but his thoughts were louder. Shezam was supposed to be his focus. But here he was, alone in the gym, mind stuck on some online guy.

He racked the bar and sat up, wiping sweat from his face. "This is fucked up," he said, grabbing his water bottle. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t shake V from his head.

Leaning back on the bench, sweat glistening on his chest, Jeongguk’s thoughts drifted to last night. How Shezam had clung to him, breathless and needy, their bodies colliding in the most intense way.

"Fuck, that was hot," Jeongguk muttered, the memory sparking a fire in his veins. He could almost feel Shezam’s hands on him again, nails digging in, lips on his neck, whispering his name like he was everything. The way Shezam moaned, desperate, had driven Jeongguk wild, and just thinking about it made his heart race.

He tried to focus on that—on how they’d been all over each other, the heat, the sweat, how they moved together. It should’ve kept him grounded, but it wasn’t sticking.

"Shit," he groaned, dropping the towel and running a hand through his damp hair. He wanted to relive that night, let it consume him, but something was off. Even the dirtiest memories of their time together couldn’t fully distract him.

Pacing a bit, Jeongguk tried to shake off the frustration. He should’ve been buzzing with the memory, ready to go again. But something was creeping in, not letting him fully lose himself in Shezam’s memory.

"Get it together, Jeongguk," he hissed, trying to focus on how Shezam’s voice had hitched when he’d touched him just right. But no matter how hard he tried, the memory was slipping.

Grabbing his bag, Jeongguk cursed, knowing he was in for a tough battle. He wanted to stay focused on Shezam, on their connection, on the heat. But deep down, he knew something was messing with his head, and it wasn’t letting him off easy.

Jeongguk stepped out of the gym, feeling the cool night air hit his skin. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up with a quick flick.

"Damn," he muttered, taking a long drag, trying to clear his mind. The city buzzed around him—cars honking, lights flashing—but it was all just noise to him.

As he walked, he tried to push thoughts of V out of his head. "C’mon, focus," he told himself, but it wasn’t working. Every time he tried to think of Shezam, his mind wandered back to V.

He took another drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before blowing it out slowly. "Just need some fuckin’ rest," he mumbled, his steps slow as he moved through the busy streets, barely noticing the traffic or the lights.

All he wanted was to shut his mind off, but it felt impossible.

"Get it together," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else, as he kept walking, the city blurring around him.

As Jeongguk walked into his house, the sound of Bam’s excited barks filling the room. The big dog jumped on him, tail wagging like crazy. Jeongguk couldn’t help but smile, ruffling Bam’s fur before heading to the kitchen to grab his food.

"Alright, Bam, let’s get you fed," he said, setting the bowl down. As Bam dug in, Jeongguk headed to the shower, peeling off his clothes.

His body was strong, muscular, but not overly defined—just enough to show he worked out regularly. The hot water pounded against his skin, washing away the sweat and stress of the day, but his mind was still restless.

Once out of the shower, he threw on a pair of pants and headed to his home bar. The small space was sleek, modern, with shelves lined with different bottles—his favorites on display.

He grabbed a glass, dropping in some ice before reaching for the bottle of whiskey that always hit the spot, pouring a generous amount.

"Just what I need," he muttered, taking a sip and feeling the burn slide down his throat. He took the bottle and glass with him to his room, the warmth of the liquor already loosening him up. Sitting down on the bed, he opened his laptop, aimlessly clicking through random videos, trying to find something to distract him.

But his fingers hesitated as they hovered over the keyboard. Without even realizing it, he found himself flipping over to Wattpad, to V’s profile. The profile picture filled the screen—V in that tight sweater, his veins visible, his look so damn tempting.

"Fuck," Jeongguk muttered, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the screen. He took another sip, his thoughts growing darker, hotter.

"What I’d do to you…"

The more he looked, the more his mind wandered, picturing V under him, how he’d touch him, make him feel things no one else could. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me," he whispered.

His hand sliding down to his waistband, thoughts of V overwhelming his senses. He took another long drink, letting the whiskey fuel his imagination, lost in the fantasy of what could be.

"Bet you’d look even better up close," Jeongguk whispered, leaning closer to the screen, his lips curling into a smirk. He imagined running his hands over those veins, feeling the heat of V’s skin under his fingertips. "I’d take my time with you… just like I do with Shezam."

He closed his eyes, letting the images flood his mind—V under him, panting, desperate, just like Shezam had been. The way he’d grab V’s hips, pull him close, make him beg for more. The thought made his pulse quicken, his hand twitching at his side.

"Fuck, I’d ruin you," Jeongguk muttered, his voice thick with lust. He could almost hear V’s voice, soft and breathless, calling his name, asking for more.

Jeongguk stared at the profile picture of V on his laptop screen. His hand instinctively moved to his crotch, gripping himself through his pants as he felt a surge of arousal. It was silly, really.

V was just some online guy that he'd never even met, but something about that one photo had him completely captivated.

"Fuck," Jeongguk muttered under his breath. He was alone in the house, and alcohol coursed through his veins from the drinks he'd had earlier in the night. There was no one around to judge him or to stop him from doing whatever he wanted, and right now all he wanted was to get himself off while looking at V's picture.

With shaky hands, Jeongguk unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, freeing his hard cock. He pumped it a few times with one hand while using the other hand to scroll back up and look at V's picture again.

"Shit," Jeongguk moaned. He wasn't sure what it was about this guy that turned him on so much. Maybe it was the way he looked so confident and self-assured in the photo, like he knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Maybe it was something about those dark eyes that seemed to be staring straight into Jeongguk's soul.

Or maybe it was just the way V made him feel when they talked online— like there was a real connection between them, like they could say anything to each other without fear of judgment or rejection. They'd only been talking for a few weeks, but already Jeongguk found himself opening up to V in ways that he never had with anyone else.

"Yeah, just like that," Jeongguk groaned as he stroked his cock faster. He closed his eyes for a moment and let himself imagine what it would be like to have V there with him, to have those strong hands touching him, stroking him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

Jeongguk opened his eyes again and stared at V's picture. He wondered what V would think if he could see him right now, if he knew that just one photo of his face was enough to make Jeongguk this desperate for release.

"God, I'm so fucking close," Jeongguk moaned. He could feel his orgasm building, the familiar tightness in his balls and the heat spreading through his body. He pumped his cock faster and let himself give in to the pleasure, not caring about anything except the need for release.

With a loud cry, Jeongguk came all over his hand and stomach, hot spurts of cum shooting out of him as he rode out the waves of pleasure. He collapsed back onto the bed mattress, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

"Fuck," Jeongguk muttered after a few moments. He used some tissues from the near table to clean himself up before pulling his sweatpants back up. Then he reached over and grabbed his laptop again, opening it up and typing a quick message to V.

[@Jk_moon_1997]
Yoo! V?
r u here?

Anyhow active???

I miss u already :(

Pls hop in ;(

?????

He took another swig from the whiskey bottle, its warmth spreading through him, making everything feel a little hazy.

"Fuck, why ain't you replying, V?" he mumbled, his fingers clumsy as he tapped out a message. The words were a jumbled mess, his drunken mind not quite lining up with what he meant to say.

"You...you gotta know what you’re doing to me..."

He managed to type out,

[@Jk_moon_1997]
Hey V, just wanted to say
You’re so fucking hot...
can’t stop thinking about you...;)
.

He hit send, then dropped his phone on the bed and let out a groan.

"Come on, reply already," he mumbled, squinting at the screen, hoping for a notification.

No reply came, and his eyes grew heavy. He started mumbling incoherent words, his frustration mixed with drunken stupor.

"Damn it, V... why you ignoring me? I need... I need you..."

Exhausted and defeated, he let his head fall back onto the pillow, his phone lying forgotten beside him. Within moments, he drifted off, his last thoughts muddled by the alcohol and the hope of a reply that might never come.

Taehyung dragged his ass to the park at 6 AM, yawning and grumbling under his breath. He was barely awake, wearing some ratty pajamas and a t-shirt. Erin had practically dragged him out of bed for this yoga session, and he was not happy about it.

"Seriously, Erin? Yoga? On a Sunday morning?" he grumbled as he slumped onto a mat, surrounded by a bunch of old folks who seemed way too cheerful for this early.

Erin just laughed. "Come on, Taehyung, it’ll be fun! You need to stretch out those stiff muscles."

Taehyung rolled his eyes and tried to stretch his arms above his head, but his balance was off, and he toppled over. Erin cracked up, and he shot her a dirty look.

"Yeah, laugh it up," he muttered, pulling his shirt down as it rode up and exposed a bit of his skin. He tried to keep his composure, but every move felt awkward and wrong.

"Alright, alright, I’m trying." he said, sighing and trying to focus on not falling flat on his face again.

After an hour or so;

Taehyung rolled back into his place, wiped out from the yoga session. "Fuck, that was a nightmare," he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. He stumbled to his couch, yanked his phone from the table, and squinted at the screen.

"Yo, finally!" Taehyung mumbled, seeing Jk’s message pop up. He tapped it open, eager to see what Jk had sent.

"Let’s see what the dude’s up to." he said, trying to shake off the grogginess and get into the message.

Taehyung’s face brightened up as he read Jk's initial messages. The urgency and eagerness in Jk’s texts made him smile wide.

"Finally, he’s reaching out like this. Guess he’s missing me or something,"

Taehyung mused, his heart fluttering. He felt a surge of affection and anticipation, thrilled by Jk’s clear interest.

But as he scrolled down and hit that next message, his grin faltered. Taehyung’s eyes widened as he read Jeongguk’s message. "What the fuck?" he muttered, blinking in disbelief. His face lit up with a surprised grin.

"Damn, he’s really into this, huh?"

He scrolled back up, his brain struggling to catch up with the text: “You’re so fucking hot... can’t stop thinking about you... ;)”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped. "Wait, seriously? Is he actually saying this?"

He stared at the screen, still processing. "Man, this is wild. He’s straight-up confessing... What do I even say to this?" Taehyung scratched his head, trying to figure out how to reply. "Guess I gotta play it cool but let him know I’m down."

(a/n:- did y'all enjoy? How's Jeongguk sudden confession? )