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There's a reason they've all got separate rooms.
Jeongguk listens to the sounds that echo through their apartment, thin walls filtering absolutely nothing. It's far into the morning, the world stands dead outside, but Jeongguk knows his hyungs are far from asleep. He can hear it all; the heavy breaths, the unsteady rhythms of hips lifting off mattresses, and the slips of moans that fall sinfully from their lips. At night, they don't hold back.
Most of them are experts at hiding their messy situations during the day, smiling through the overwhelming sensations as they do interviews or run through their dances. They no longer rely on lip singing in fear of their voice cracking when it happens, everyone's learned how to control it that far. But when the moon waxes across the sky and flourishes with the stars, people get tired and simply can't help whatever slips their lips. It's at night when the encounters intensifies, more and more girls going at it to their names and faces.
Yoongi has it the worst of them all, but he's also become the best at hiding his cum face. Internationally, he's the most popular. Girls from all over the world, at any time of the day, touch themselves to his name, imagining his tongue in them in the most dirty way possible. Yoongi doesn't speak much about it, but they all know his bag is packed with severely more underwear than anyone else. There's a reason he's so tired all the time.
Surprisingly, it's Seokjin hyung who gets the most intense orgasmic waves out of them all. Most days, his face just tenses up and his hands clasp onto the nearest hard surface to lean on. Other days, the orgasm he feels make his knees buckle under him and he sits kneeling on the floor to recover. Thankfully, he's spared from the embarrassment of going through it too much during working hours, it most likely happens when they're at home or in the studio, safe from the publics eye.
Jimin is the least discrete about cumming. His face scrunches up and he lets out a low growl that usually goes undetected by microphones, but his arms tense and his muscles bulge out along with his eyes. They get wide and pool with intensified emotions, blown out pupils and irises hidden all together. Every time that happens, Jeongguk can't take his eyes off of it, and they linger on the older all they way until he disappears in the bathroom to take care of the sticky mess.
Jeongguk's sure Hoseok's the quietest when he comes, but it's the aftermath that makes it clear it's happened. His voice usually drops an octave lower when he raps in their songs, voice calm with a chilling sensation that sends fans into a frenzy, and his gazes are always so sultry and dark towards the camera. It's not the best of things to do, Jeongguk thinks, because Hoseok's met with an entire night of biting moans into pillows until his jaw clenches painfully, then hyung will complain all morning about how it hurts.
Jeongguk's never really sure when Taehyung's fallen victim for it, because that hyung is always weird one way or another. But over the years, Jeongguk's picked up on a few things that might indicate a situation. Taehyung's hands give clear signs, either shaking or clenching it doesn't matter. His toes curl, Jeongguk knows, when a particularly strong one hits, and his stomach clenches tightly in ripples. Jeongguk knows because it had once happened when he was lying on hyung, right after practice had stopped, because he was tired, and the muscles under his ear had tightened quicker than time.
Namjoon hyung is surprisingly easily to pick up on, because when he comes, his eyebrows scrunch up into knitted lines, and his head lolls back against the seat. Sometimes waves are too intense for him to handle, and if someone's close enough to clasp onto, they're forced to feel the wrath of Namjoon's hand, tightly gripping onto a shoulder or an arm or maybe even a foot.
But at night, none of them hold back. And rules were established that way as soon as they had moved into their new place. We can be as loud as we want, Yoongi hyung had said, and Seokjin hyung had sighed in relief. Nobody had objected, and that's how everyone was forced to sleep with earphones thumping the loudest of tunes into their ears. Tonight, Jeongguk's forgotten his earphones in the van.
But it's okay, because Jeongguk always forces everyone else hear his moans whenever he comes. His moments are unpredictable, and more often than not is he standing next to one of the hyungs. He'll moan their names with a high pitched whine into their ears, letting his lips graze against the shell, and force them to stay and listen because the grip he'll hold on their hips is too strong for anyone to rival. Jeongguk does it for the effect, the tensing of muscles under his fingertips, the slightly parted lips that fall, the feeling of need riling up inside them. It gets to all of them, he knows, and when he hears Yoongi hyung's voice from one of the rooms down the hall moaning his name through clenched teeth, he smirks to himself with satisfaction.