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The news from the meeting lingers in the air of the kitchen. Jungkook and Jin are the only ones left. Everyone scattered after the meeting, rushing off to do important things. But Jungkook doesn’t have any important things to do. Maybe he should get up and go somewhere else, but where is he going to go? The ship only has so many rooms and he’s already spent months in each of them.
Jin is eating, because of course Jin is eating. Normally, Jungkook would join him, but he’s not hungry. Maybe he should do another workout. He’d already done one this morning, but another never hurt. It was one of the few things he liked doing here.
He picks up his camera and looks back through the footage he recorded of the meteoroid. If he knows how much editing he has in front of him, then he can decide how much time he has left for exercise.
The science officer returns to the kitchen, scanning the room. Jungkook looks up, but she’s not looking for him. She’s more interested in Jin and his food. He turns his attention back to the camera.
No footage would be worth the extra two years of his life, but it would be comforting to discover he shot something good. People on Earth might be watching this footage for a decade before the Minos ever returns home. Better at least be in focus.
He uses the screen on the back of the camera to scan through his videos. It’s too small to tell if the focus is quite right, but he’s pleased with his framing. He smiles when the two science officers say goodbye to the meteor. They are cute. It’ll make a great ending moment.
He keeps scrolling through the camera, flicking further back in time, until an entirely different image appears.
Boobs. There are naked boobs starring at him from his small camera screen. Holy shit! It’s a whole naked woman! He can’t see her face from the way the shot is cropped, but he can see everything else.
Jin laughs and Jungkook looks up, afraid they’ve noticed the scandalous thing he’s found, but his crew members are too busy flirting with each other to pay attention to him.
He must have accidentally stolen Yoongi’s porn stash when he went hunting for more camera memory. He flicks back further to see what other illicit treasures he has stumbled upon, but there’s nothing else here. The only other things on this card are some scenery shots that Taehyung took a few weeks back from the observation bay. Why was Yoongi keeping just one naked woman on a mission SD card?
Jin asks him something, jolting Jungkook from his investigation.
“Huh?” Jungkook asks.
Jin holds out a tiny bottle of vodka. “Want one?”
Jungkook shakes his head. “Nah, I still have chores today,” he lies. “Plus I think I might be up late editing footage.” Or up late watching Yoongi’s mystery video.
“Get anything good?” the science officer asks, leaning over to look at the camera screen. Shit. He can’t let her see that. While the male members of crew traded porn back and forth occasionally to cope with the lack of other sexual outlets, they kept it strictly secret from their female colleague. She would not approve.
“Uh.” Jungkook snatches up the camera. “It’s okay.”
“Are you alright?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at his complete lack of sublety. He eyes the door. It was almost too much for him when she gave him her whole focus like that. She was so smart and he felt like an idiot in front of her, always doing something dumb or saying the wrong thing.
“It is what it is.” He shrugs, eager to get her to stop paying attention to him. “I should get going.” He stands up, taking the camera with him. He almost makes it to the door when he remembers that he did have something he wanted to talk to her about. “Officer?”
“Yeah?” She spins around to look at him.
“Can you help me with that haircut tomorrow?” Just another way he was defective. Every other crew member seemed to manage this without her help. “I need to send a message to my mom.” Why did he sound like such a small pathetic boy?
“Of course.” She gives him a smile that he imagines she thinks is kind, but feels condescending. “Meet me in the observation bay after the morning chores.”
“Thank you, Officer,” he replies before fleeing into the hallway with his new secret.
Jungkook rushes to the editing lab. It was the closest thing to his own room he had on the ship, other than his sleep pod. But the editing lab had the nicer video monitor. The only other person who ever used the editing lab was Taehyung, but Taehyung said he needed to work on something with Jimin.
The lab is small, only slightly bigger than the sleeping pods. There was only room for one computer, monitor mounted on the wall, and a small desk with barely enough room for a keyboard and mouse. The best thing about the lab was the chair. It took up most of the space in the room but it was worth it. The engineers at the ICSE had custom designed this chair for him to be comfortable in both the artificial gravity and the zero-g so Jungkook could edit at any time of day. It’s the best seat on the Minos.
Jungkook boots up his computer to find sixteen red notifications blinking at him from the ICSE’s messaging service. They’re all from his mother. A wave of guilt washes over him about how he should be watching and responding to those rather than watching Yoongi’s mysterious naked woman video.
For a moment, his conscience gets the better of him and he opens his mother’s messages instead. But as he scrolls through them, it becomes clear that there’s a least an hour and a half of video to get through. He promises himself that he’ll do it first thing tomorrow. But right now he really wants to watch Yoongi’s porn.
He pops the SD card out of the back of the camera and into the computer. He skims past the meteoroid footage, back to the woman he caught a glimpse of in the kitchen.
The camera is zoomed in close, so close that her face has been cropped out of the shot. He can’t tell where she is. She appears to be sitting on a table, a bumpy yellow cloth beneath her. Her legs are spread wide with her feet on the edge of the table, putting everything on display for the camera. He hits play and watches as she lifts one hand up out of frame, then brings back two fingers slick with spit and begins circling her nipple. Her whole body shudders as she breaks out in goosebumps and her pussy clenches in response.
Holy shit. Jungkook’s dick twitches in interest as he searches for his headphones with one hand, eyes fixed to the computer screen. He needs to hear her.
Where did Yoongi get this video? Jungkook could have sworn he’s seen every explicit video on this ship at least three times, even the tentacle shit. But he’s never seen this. Has Yoongi had this the whole time? Why has he been keeping it from the rest of them?
Jungkook finally locates his headphones. He gets them on just in time to hear the woman moan as she circles her perky nipple with her fingers. He has to adjust his pants to make room for his growing erection.
“That’s good.” A man’s voice grunts from off camera. “Keep going.” Jungkook is so startled to hear a man’s voice it takes him a second to realize that it’s a voice he knows well.
Fuck. It’s Yoongi. Yoongi filmed this himself. Perhaps that’s why he never shared it. He must know this woman. An old girlfriend perhaps? Lucky bastard.
Jungkook should stop watching. This is clearly something private and important to his crew member and he definitely shouldn’t be watching it. But her entrance is glistening with arousal now and he can’t bring himself to stop. Yoongi doesn’t need to know. Jungkook will just watch it once, then sneak it back. No harm, no foul.
“Are you wet?” Yoongi asks and Jungkook has to stifle a groan. She’s dripping.
“So wet,” she murmurs, voice husky with sex. She shifts as she reaches her fingers down to her dripping core and a large piece of the wall becomes visible behind her.
The Kevlar-lined wall.
No. No fucking way. Jungkook looks at the wall behind his computer and back to the wall behind the woman. He would recognize those walls anywhere. They’re the only walls he’s seen for two years.
Everything clicks. This is Yoongi’s workshop. The naked woman is perched on top of Yoongi’s workbench. Jungkook took this SD card from where it was sitting next to the power drill. The power drill that is currently propped next to her naked thigh.
And that means…
No. It can’t possibly be. She would never.
He backs up to video to hear her again. Fuck… it is her. He’s never heard her voice like that, breathless and rough with need, but there’s no mistaking it now. Their chief science officer is masturbating on Yoongi’s workbench.
Holy fucking shit.
“Touch your clit,” Yoongi commands and Jungkook’s dick kicks with excitement. The only woman within 200 million miles of him circles her clit with her wet fingers and gives a long deep moan.
This is wrong. This is so wrong. This is absolutely not a thing Jungkook was ever meant to find. But how did it get here? Why did it exist? Were she and Yoongi dating? Why wouldn’t they tell the crew?
“Do you wish it was my fingers right now instead of yours?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook groans out loud as she slides two fingers inside herself and moans again. He wishes those were his fingers. How can Yoongi just stand there, not touching her? If she would let Jungkook touch her, he’s not sure he could ever stop. It’s been so long since he’s been able to hold a woman. His hands tingle with the desire to run his fingers all over her. Her skin must be so soft and smooth, her cunt so warm and wet. Fuck.
Jungkook is so fucked.
“Don’t worry,” Yoongi whispers. It’s so quiet that Jungkook has to turn up the volume to make it out. “I won’t touch you. I know the rules.”
What rules? What kind of weird sex game is this? Why can’t he touch her? She was into kinkier things than he would have guessed. And Yoongi was a much stronger man than Jungkook.
“Do you wish it was me?” Yoongi asks again and for a moment Jungkook let’s himself pretend he’s the one behind the camera.
“Yes, god,” she moans breathlessly and Jungkook wants to die. His dick is throbbing for attention at this point, but he knows if he lets himself touch it, it’ll all be over. How is he ever going to be able to be in the same room with her again? He puts his head down on the desk and groans in frustration.
“What about Jimin?” Yoongi asks and Jungkook picks his head back up. Jimin? Why is he bringing up Jimin at a time like this?
“This is his video.” Yoongi adds. “Don’t you wish he was here too?”
What? No. Jungkook doesn’t want Jimin to be there too. What did that mean, “it’s Jimin’s video”? Did Jimin put them up to this?
They exchange more whispers, but Jungkook misses it in the shock that a third crew member is on this sex game. Was she dating both Yoongi and Jimin? And they were cool with that?
She moans again as another gush of wetness soaks her fingers. She is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Jungkook had always thought the science officer was attractive, but there was always a barrier separating him from her. She was so closed off, so professional, so focused on the mission. He never thought he would see her like this.
“Do you wish Jimin was here right now?” Yoongi asks again, and Jungkook rolls his eyes. Who gives a shit about Jimin right now? Just fuck her already please.
“Yes,” she gasps. What about Jungkook? Does she wish Jungkook was there?
“Did you like his video?” Yoongi asks and she nods.
So is that the game? They make sexy videos and send them to each other to pass the time? Jungkook could make sexy videos. He’s never done it before, but he’s the best videographer on this ship. Yoongi has totally butchered the lighting for this scene. Jungkook could do way better.
“Do you want to suck his dick?”
She licks her lips and moans and Jungkook has never wanted anything more in the entire world than to put his cock in her mouth.
“I asked you a question.” Yoongi barks. When did the small flight engineer learn to be so commanding? “Do you want to suck his dick?”
“Yes, I want to suck his dick,” she gasps. Sweat breaks out across Jungkook’s forehead. He’s never going to be able to unhear that. He’s going to be trapped on this ship for another twelve years with this shockingly submissive woman who moans about how much she wants to suck her crew members’ dicks. This is impossible. He’s doomed himself entirely. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t stop himself from palming himself through his jumpsuit.
“What about Hoseok?”
What the fuck? Is everyone getting laid except Jungkook? Hoseok seems like the last person who would be involved in a secret porn video swap. He never participated in the trading of videos that some of the others did.
Jungkook watches her moan and writhe at the idea of blowing yet another crew member and it just isn’t fair. What about Jungkook? Does she want to blow him as well?
“And the commander?” Well, now Jungkook knows that Yoongi is making shit up. There’s no way the commander is involved in this. The commander keeps to himself most of the time, always off on his own, doing important commander things. Jungkook isn’t entirely convinced that the commander isn’t a hyper intelligent humanoid robot, let alone has human needs like sex.
She lets out a small whimper that has him squeezing his erection harder. She must be close to coming. He wishes he could see her face. She’s normally so put together, so serious, to watch her fall apart like this must be incredible. He has never been more jealous of anyone in his life than he is of Yoongi holding that camera. Jungkook rubs his dick through the rough jumpsuit as it aches to be buried in her. Come on man, ask her about Jungkook.
Yoongi chuckles. “Is there a man on this ship you don’t want to fuck?”
Jungkook is on this ship! This is his moment.
“No,” she moans.
She wants to fuck him. It’s all the green light he needs, ripping down the zipper of his jumpsuit, finally bringing his hands to his aching cock. He lets out a sigh as he touches it, already embarrassingly hard.
“And why is that?”
Jungkook groans out loud as he speeds up his hand. God, he wants to fuck her so badly. The idea that she might be interested in him in that way had never occurred to him before, but if she really wanted him, that was almost too much.
“Tell Jimin what you are.”
Jungkook holds his breath, hand moving quickly over the slick head of his cock.
“I’m a slut.”
Holy fucking shit. He can’t take it. She’s too much for him. How Yoongi hasn’t keeled over and died yet is a mystery.
He’s speeds up his hand, feeling his pleasure begin to crescendo, when suddenly, the door behind him opens.
“Hello!” Taehyung’s voice interrupts Jungkook’s masturbating, followed a softer “Oh shit” and a chuckle.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mumbles, forcing his dick back into his pants. “Shut the door!”
Taehyung steps into the room, shutting the door behind him, which wasn’t what Jungkook had really meant.
“What the fuck,” Jungkook groans, rearranging the sleeves of his jumpsuit around his waist to try to disguise his erection. “Don’t you knock?”
“This is the editing lab.” Taehyung fights back a smile as he takes in Jungkook’s flustered state and the naked woman still on the computer monitor. “Not some horny teenager’s bedroom.”
Jungkook’s face heats up. He spins the chair back around and closes the incriminating video on his desktop. “Can I help you with something?” he asks without turning the chair back to Taehyung.
“I was coming to see if you wanted to play a game or something,” Taehyung says from behind him, barely concealed laughter in his voice. “But I see you’ve found a better way to entertain yourself.”
Jungkook slides lower in his chair, desperately hoping Taehyung will finish his teasing and leave. But instead, Taehyung steps closer to the computer and Jungkook.
“Anything I should watch?” Taehyung asks.
“I don’t know.” Jungkook crosses his arms and pointedly looks in the opposite direction. “Just got it from Jimin,” he lies.
“Bullshit.” Taehyung laughs. “I know every frame of Jimin’s entire porn collection. And that was new. How did you get new porn?”
Jungkook slowly spins the chair to face Taehyung. “I can’t tell you,” he says, rubbing his ear.
Taehyung’s eyes widen and he leans forward. “Why not?”
“It’s private.” Maybe Taehyung will just drop it and leave him in peace.
“Was that our science officer?”
“What?” Jungkook looks back and forth from Taehyung to the monitor, pulling up the video again to see what Taehyung might have seen. “How the fuck can you tell that?”
Taehyung shrugs. “Those are our walls. It’s new porn. There’s only one woman on our ship. You’re being super weird about it-”
“Fine, fine.”Jungkook waves his hands to get him to stop listing all the reasons Jungkook should have figured it out sooner.
“My question is how did you get it?” Taehyung asks, leaning closer to inspect the video on the monitor.
“Um,” Jungkook hesitates again, but Taehyung already knows too much. “I found it in Yoongi’s workshop.”
“Yoongi?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows.
“I know, right?” Jungkook laughs, relieved he doesn’t have to keep this secret all to himself. “I would have assumed if she was dating anyone, it’d be Hoseok.”
“No way, Hoseok doesn’t have the balls.” Taehyung shakes his head. “I thought she and Jimin had something going on.”
“They keeping talking about Jimin!” Jungkook jabs at the screen in emphasis. “I can’t figure out what’s going on.”
“They?” Taehyung asks.
“Yeah, her and Yoongi, they made the video together, but I can’t figure out why.” Jungkook frowns at the screen.
“Let me see,” Taehyung says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
Jungkook backs up the video and restarts it. He hands the headphones to Taehyung, regretful that he won’t be able to hear her again, but also relieved because he’s not sure how he would deal with that with Taehyung standing right next to him.
Taehyung lets out a low whistle as she begins touching herself. “She’s so hot,” he says, leaning in closer to the screen.
“I know,” Jungkook groans in agreement.
“I had assumed that she was just benefitting from only-woman-we’ve-seen-in-years syndrome.” Taehyung licks his lips. “But she is really hot.”
“I know!” Jungkook leans his head back in his chair and exhales in frustration. He looks back at the beautiful needy woman on the screen and wants to touch her. “Why did you think she had something going on with Jimin?”
Taehyung reaches out and pauses the video. “Jimin sent her a video of himself jerking off.”
“What?” Jungkook sits up in surprise. “Why?”
“Cause he’s an idiot.” Taehyung laughs. “He’s had a crush on her for a long time and she asked him for porn. Couldn’t help himself, the fool.”
Jungkook looks back at the video, lower lip sticking out slightly. “Did she like it?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung nods. “Though at first he thought he seriously fucked up. But he said she told him she liked it.”
“Well, then why is she making naked videos with Yoongi?”
“That is the question,” Taehyung mutters and unpauses the video.
It’s a little awkward watching this right next to Taehyung. While they’ve traded porn with each other before, they’ve never sat down and watched it together. Every time Jungkook looks at the video, his erection threatens to rear back up, so he keeps looking at Taehyung instead. But Taehyung keeps looking up from the video and catching Jungkook staring at him and that is weird too.
They get to past the part where Taehyung walked in and interrupted and Jungkook can’t help himself, he needs to hear what happened next. He taps Taehyung on the shoulder.
“Can I listen too?” he asks, then looks down, cheeks flushing. “I, um, didn’t see this part.”
“Oh shit, yeah.” Taehyung nods. He cracks the door and sticks his head out into the hallway, scanning back and forth before closing the door again. “No one’s around, just unplug them.”
Jungkook turns down the volume before slipping out the headphone jack and letting her moans fill the editing lab.
“That’s right.” Yoongi coos in the video. “What a good girl. Such a slut for her whole crew.”
Jungkook’s erection comes surging right back, pushing against the confines of his pants. Jungkook chances a glance at Taehyung to see him adjusting himself in his pants. Jungkook panics and looks away.
Fuck. Is Taehyung aroused? The last thing he needs is more of his colleagues masturbating. Jungkook watches him through the corner of his eye, but Taehyung keeps his hands out of his pants.
A soft whine pulls Jungkook’s focus back to the video. She pumping her fingers in and out at a faster pace now. The slick sounds of her wet cunt fill the editing lab. Yoongi continues his torment. “You want to be fucked by everyone like the filthy girl you are.”
Jungkook’s dick is aching, pressing desperately against his underwear. He needs to touch himself, but he can’t do that with Taehyung standing right there. He chances another glance at Taehyung, who appears immersed in the video.
“You’re so wet.” Yoongi is right. She’s soaking. Jungkook could just slide right in. Ever so slowly, Jungkook presses his wrist along the length of his erection, adding just a bit more pressure, gliding his arm downward across the bulge in his pants. It feels so good to have just a bit more pressure. He glances back at Taehyung one last time, but Taehyung is not paying attention to him, only the video.
“Look at the way you drip. So turned on by the thought of your crew members using you like their own little fucktoy.”
Jungkook’s mouth falls open in shock. How can Yoongi say those things? And yet, she seems to be getting more and more turned on by it, moaning and speeding up her fingers. She does want to be fucked her whole crew. The whole crew including Jungkook. He rolls his hips, driving his hard cock up against his wrist again. He watches Taehyung out of the corner of his eye, but Taehyung doesn’t react. Maybe Taehyung can’t see him.
“You going to come for me?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook is so close. He rubs his arm up and down the length of his cock, just a little bit faster. He’s been on edge so long, almost anything would set him off at this point.
“Think about how badly you want to suck Jimin’s cock while I fuck you,” Yoongi commands. Jungkook can picture it. Her mouth wrapped around Jimin’s cock as Jungkook takes her from behind, the way she would gag on the cock with every thrust of his hips.
“Come for me.” She’s coming. Her hands shake as she gasps. Her empty cunt clenches over and over as she cries out in ecstasy.
And then Jungkook is coming too. He bites his lip to keep himself silent, yanking his arm away from himself as he fills his underwear. He sticks his hand into his pocket, pulling the fabric away from himself to avoid any incriminating wet spots. He glances at Taehyung through the corner of his eye, but Taehyung hasn’t moved.
The video ends and silence descends on the editing lab. Wet cum soaks into Jungkook’s underwear, making him feel sticky and gross.
Taehyung exhales slowly. “Well, damn.”
Jungkook flinches. Did Taehyung see him?
“That was so sexy,” Taehyung says. Jungkook can’t look at him. “But it doesn’t really explain who she’s having sex with.”
“Maybe both of them?” Jungkook’s voice sounds more breathless than he would like.
“Maybe…” Taehyung nods, staring off into space.
“Do you think?” Jungkook starts, but then pauses. It’s a dumb question.
“Think what?” Taehyung finally looks down at Jungkook, raising his eyebrows.
“Do you think she really wants to have sex with everyone?”
Taehyung smiles. “I’m pretty sure she wants you, if that’s what you want to know.”
“Really?” A flutter of excitement rushes through him.
Taehyung chuckles. “Yeah.”
“Why?” Jungkook rubs behind his ear.
“Because you’re you.”
Jungkook’s face heats up and he looks away from Taehyung. “No, but what has she said about me?”
“Well, she offered to cut your hair.” Taehyung says. “She’s never done that for anyone else.”
“That’s just cause I’m an idiot.” Jungkook mumbles, fidgeting with his hair.
“Well, there’s only one way to know for sure.” Taehyung smirks. “You’ll have to seduce her.”
“What? No way.” Jungkook shakes his head. “She’ll just start talking about fungus or something.”
Taehyung laughs. “I like when she talks about fungus.”
“Yeah…” She was adorable when she got really excited about science, even if most of it was beyond Jungkook’s understanding. He scratches his head. He really did like a lot of things about her. She was kind and smart and helped him with things. And now she was also incredibly sexy.
“So,” Taehyung says, squatting down next to Jungkook. “Here’s what you do...”