HYPERSEXTENSION

└TWENTY-FIVE┘

Days passed like seconds the morning of the sports festival day had arrived. The students found themselves in a field. The loud hymns of the audiences rang into everyone's ears along with the sound of claps and parents.

Taehyung gulped, looking around. The students were on a channel that led to the changing and locker rooms. Taehyung leaned against the wall, watching the cheerleading team dancing through the huge monitor that was attached in the middle of the field.

Anxiety throbbing inside of him, as he telt nervous since this an event broadcasted into the whole Asia and Taehyung knew that if he used his trait- traits... or rank potentiality, everyone could see him and that might- certainly would take a lot of unwanted attention and Taehyung didn't want that-

Taehyung sighed, tilting his head around, and faced the students. He didn't see Jungkook or Namjoon. Well, not that he cared anyway- definitely. Like, in the past few days, he noticed Jungkook had stopped to fuck around. (Namjoon was an exception.) And though he and Jungkook never had an adequate conversation after that day, they still exchanged a few pleasantries here and then.

And holy fuck- though Taehyung knew it was wrong, he couldn't help but feel warm whenever Jungkook smiled sweetly at him and for some reason, Taehyung wasn't sure if he was gaining back feelings for Jungkook or those feelings remained always there, to begin with.

Of course, he knew the shits Jungkook did to him was wrong- okay, may be illegal and crime as well- yet Taehyung couldn't help but feel bad for all the shits Jungkook went through. Being sexually assaulted by his own father at the age of 10, and being manipulated daily... Damn, man. Taehyung didn't know what to feel anymore now.

He scratched the back of his head, glancing over the screen again. The first match was going to be a race- students from every class together.

Maybe he could go to the washroom and refresh himself with the cold water before the match would start.

Taehyung scooted inside and headed towards the washroom. The door was closed.

Taehyung frowned as apprehension kicked in.

He had a feeling he would see Jungkook and Namjoon fucking if he opened the door.

Taehyung swung the door open nonetheless and saw an erected dick standing gloriously with the tip being swollen pink. Well, yikes- specifically Jungkook's-

Taehyung blinked, trying to process the situation as he felt his own cock twitching a little inside his boxers. Taehyung's cheeks flushed pink.

"O-oh! T-Taehyung's there a-again, Namjoon-" Jungkook let out, eyes big and hair messy. Sitting on the lap of the white-haired boy as Namjoon sucked on his nape. Taehyung gulped the door shut and stayed still.

Why the actual fuck are they fucking in a washroom where ANYONE could come at any moment?! Taehyung sighed and felt a tap on his shoulder. He panicked and turned behind.

"Jiminie!" Taehyung said, letting out a nervous chuckle. Jimin scowled. "What are you doing here? Standing in front of the bathroom?" Jimin asked, voice a little high. "I was about to return back to the others. My job is down! Let's go now then!" Taehyung snickered, grabbing Jimin's arm and dragged him back to the field, to the others.

"My toe hurts." Hoseok blurted out, wincing in pain a little.

Jin grumbled. "You shouldn't have hit your fucking toe with Jimin's electricity then," Jin grunted. Hoseok rolled his eyes.

"Really had the worst day ever!" A voice came, the five boys turned around and saw Namjoon fuming out of anger, coming towards them and Jungkook behind him. Taehyung gulped, standing behind Seokjin a little. He was beyond embarrassed though at the same time he had the urge to punch Namjoon's face hard.