“To start today’s show— what about a little face reveal?” Mooni shoots his dimples to the camera.

Six different boys in the same building complex stare wide-eyed at the screen of their laptops. Pretty neighbor Namjoon is a camboy?!

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—21:56, Friday night.—

“Are you sure you don’t need me to take you to the hospital? You sound pretty sick, dude.”

Jungkook gulps down, shutting his eyes closed and feeling like an absolute shit for lying to his friend once again.

He should be used to doing this, though. It wouldn’t be the first time and all his friends should be suspecting at this point— or maybe he’s just a really good liar.

Whatever it is, he twitches his lips upwards in a strange smile and prays for his voice to sound as weak as he’s practiced before.

“Don’t-- worry, Yugyeom-ah. I’ll be ok tomorrow. See ya,” he hangs up.

Future Jungkook will regret doing this to his friend, probably letting him use his very limited card to buy as many bottles of soju and ice cream cones as he wants, but Present Jungkook has something very important to do right now; he has to jerk off.

Well— I think I should explain that because Jungkook isn’t lying to his friends saying he’s too sick to hang out just to masturbate, alright? This is part of his day, of his routine.

Clicking on the website he’s saved under the name of <Eco lectures>, Jungkook checks the time one more time before the screen of his laptop shows a name he knows probably better than his own.

“Moonie” started a lonely night the first week at university. Back then he shared a room in campus with an asshole he probably only spoke to a couple of times.

His roommate wasn’t exactly friendly, but he was never around to bother him, which is why Jungkook, horny and very energetic, decided fuck it and watch some porn.

It happens sometimes. We have all been there.

Except Jungkook clicked by accident in the wrong video (that turned out to be a spam ad) and found himself staring at the screen of his laptop with wide eyes.

Moonie was (still is) the hottest dude he’s ever seen; not too thin, or excessively thick, pretty hands, beautiful and mysterious eyes hidden behind a mask and, excuse my language, a pretty massive cock.

Jungkook would like to say it was the darkness flashing in his eyes what caught his attention that night, or the way he shot a dimple smile to his viewers whenever they sent him a little gift, but believe me—

he was practically drooling at the view of his cock, thick veins popping up, head flushed and precum and lube glistening down the slit as he smeared it with his thumb,

and Jungkook himself felt his own dick twitching in his pants, not even bothering on getting the lotion on the nightstand as he spit on his palm and stroked himself hurriedly.

Moonie instantly became an obsession, his most favorite and biggest fantasy every Friday night at 10 PM. His live-streams are always perfect, always hot, always different.

But Jungkook cannot tell his best friend any of that— he would probably laugh, or say that he should stop thinking with his dick (not in an offensive way, of course, but probably to tease him all the time).

There’s only one minute left before the live-stream starts and he’s nervous— or maybe way too excited. Last week Moonie reached a new milestone: over twenty thousand people were following from all around the world, and he mentioned a little special video to celebrate.

“Since it will be very special and different, I would like to do something special with you, loves,” Moonie had smiled, the purple mask accentuating his honeyed skin and plump lips.

“I will personally send an invitation to a hundred of you to join me on a different video. I would love for all of you to see it, but sadly I have to make it this way, so please don’t be mad at me, yeah? I will reward you for all the love you give me every week, promise!”

To say Jungkook practically started crying the morning after when he woke up to a notification from Moonie is an understatement.

Lucky, lucky, lucky. Jungkook is really fucking lucky.

And right now his heart is pounding because as soon as he clicks on the message with the link, he’s staring at Moonie, the camboy he’s been jerking off to for around two years, and there’s no mask over his face.

There has to be a mistake, he frowns, but both the website and profile are correct and everything in the room behind the man looks exactly the same like in every other video he’s watched. Even his voice, as soon as he starts talking, sounds like Moonie.

“To start today’s show-- what about a little face reveal?” Moonie shoots his dimples to the camera.

Sucking in a deep breath, Jungkook can’t even blink, or move— what is Namjoon hyung doing there?

He’s not the only one with the same reaction, though.

In the room across to his own, Jungkook’s roommate almost throws his laptop off bed, eyes impossibly wide, jaw hanging open and the bottle of massage oil he’s been holding in his hand pouring the sweet scented liquid all over the sheets.

Taehyung curses under his breath, heart racing out of his chest and confused, so fucking confused.

He could recognize that face everywhere. Namjoon is the kind of guy you wouldn’t just forget so easily;

dark and soft eyes that reminds Taehyung of leaves falling slowly off the trees on an autumn morning, disappearing behind his eyelids and thin lashes whenever he twitches his lips upwards in a smile that feels like a stake through Taehyung’s heart.

Namjoon-ssi— sorry, no. Namjoon hyung lives down the hall and he’s perhaps the most beautiful human being he’s ever seen in his life.

Namjoon’s beauty isn’t quite like the ones you see in television or the magazines; his beauty is something unexpected, hitting you hard and without warning, and leaving you completely breathless.

Even Taehyung, who considers himself very selective when it comes to platonic crushes, admits that his neighbor’s presence makes him lose all sense of rationality and he becomes a ball of blushed cheeks, stuttering sounds and a painful boner pressing against his slacks.

Taehyung’s (and Jungkook’s, because he knows he isn’t the only one drooling over the man) neighbor is pretty much the representation of all his fantasies, all hidden behind big dimples and kind words whenever he finds them in the building.

He works at the Nature Shop ten minutes away from the complex and almost every week he comes with a new bonsai tree or a vase for the flowers he’s bought.

Sometimes he offers Taehyung a discount coupon or tiny bottles of massage oil, explaining its properties he honestly never pays attention to because there’s only one reason for Taehyung to use them.

And here you see him, his sheets covered with scented massage oil he gets for free instead of buying a bottle of lube or using the lotion in the bathroom.

Massage oil Namjoon, his pretty and kind neighbour, his hyung, gives him for free and Taehyung uses to jerk off every Friday night to Moonie, the camboy he’s obsessed with.

Looking at the screen of his laptop, he would like to ignore the way his dick twitches between his legs, spurting a few drops of precum over the slit.

He’s hard. Taehyung is hard. And he can’t quite believe someone who looks so...innocent like his hyung is the same guy who openly moans as he strokes his big cock on camera for thousands of viewers to watch.

But, again, he’s not the only one who is currently losing his shit over this live-stream and face reveal, because only two floors higher, Hoseok and Jimin are staring at the screen of their TV (screen mirroring, don’t ask) with basically the same expression on their faces;

mouths dropping open and one hand over their lips, freezing right on their spot in the sofa and eyes itching ever so slightly as they forget to even blink.

It’s quiet for a couple of seconds, or what it feels like hours, their heartbeats echoing the room and Moonie’s voice speaking softly to them.

“This can’t be--” Hoseok chokes, and his boyfriend next to him barks a surprised laugh, incredulity written all over his face and turning up the volume, as if that can either confirm or deny what they’re witnessing.

Ah, Namjoon-ssi. What is their clumsy neighbor doing in such a place like this?

“Best plot twist ever,” Jimin claps his hands, not even ashamed that his dick is practically throbbing beneath his shorts at the view of their neighbor’s secret identity—

a very famous camboy both Hoseok and him watch every holy week to get hard and fuck silly against any surface near their television (because they like to see Moonie’s huge cock whenever they get horny, you know).

It shouldn’t really be surprising given that Moonie only uses a purple mask to cover half of his face, but then again— is not like either Jimin or Hoseok think with their heads while they watch him.

Do they feel stupid for not noticing? Absolutely. But the couple is very open when it comes to fantasizing with other people and Hoseok doesn’t need to look very deep into his memories to remember a certain day he came home and practically begged Jimin to suck him off.

“Did you see Park Seojoon and got all riled up?” Jimin had joked, dropping onto his knees near the coffee table and easily pulling his boyfriend’s pants down to stroke his cock. “Seriously, did you see him? Hobi-ah--”

Hoseok had blushed. “Our neighbor. There’s a new guy living a few doors from kiddo in your class and babe-- baby, Jimin-ah, he’s hot as fuck.”

“Tell me more,” the younger practically swallowed his dick entirely into his mouth, expert and curious fingers brushing against his balls as he looked up to his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Dimples, pretty eyes, very thick thighs,”

“Sounds appetizing.”

“He’s massive, baby. I’m sure he could break you in half, but he dropped like three boxes on his way from the elevator to his apartment and I had to help him, so he also seems to be clumsy as fuck.”

There was a low grunt coming right from the back of Jimin’s throat, the vibrations sending Hoseok almost over the verge of his orgasm instantly. Burying his fingers in the flesh of his upper thighs, the younger had made sure that day to give his boyfriend a good orgasm.

Almost exactly like he wants to do right now, except he’s still in shock and there’s nothing he can physically do besides look at the screen of the TV with a boner pressing against his shorts.

Taking a fraction of a second to drop his gaze on his boyfriend’s, Jimin sighs a happy smile and leans closer to Hoseok, a hand reaching down to palm him over his sweats and feel him shuddering beneath his touch.

Seems like the night is going to be so much better than they had expected when both Hoseok and him received the same message with an invitation a few days ago.

Still, the smile on their faces is not something all Moonie’s viewers share. Seokjin certainly is a little bit pissed off.

At himself? Namjoon? He doesn’t know. Doesn’t really fucking care.

Stupid, too. Seokjin feels really fucking stupid for not noticing it before. But there’s nothing you could blame him for, though— It’s been almost eight months since he last spoke to the boy and back then he wasn’t even interested in porn that much.

At least not those few weeks he had Namjoon (his hot, sexy and clumsy neighbor) crying out his name as he pounded hard into him on every surface of his apartment.

He should have noticed. Fuck.

Seokjin should have noticed that the same cock he’s sucked and even stepped on once, all those months ago, is the same he likes to watch every fucking Friday night, stupidly imagining it between his lips and making this Moonie dude whimper his name and pulling his hair roughly.

It makes sense, though. Staring a the screen of his computer and a glass of whiskey brushing against his lips before he takes a little sip, Seokjin now realizes things he didn’t notice back when he started fucking around with his neighbor.

It started as a simple one-night stand; Seokjin had come home late, tired from work, and Namjoon’s legs looked sinful under the shitty lights outside the complex, the tight fabric of his shorts embracing his thighs and making him stutter a little before he approached him.

Namjoon had fallen on his way home, trying not to bump into a cyclist as he decided to start jogging every night before bed to burn some energy.

His ankle seemed to be okay, but Seokjin, always ready to help anyone in need, had put Namjoon’s left arm over his shoulder and took him home.

Don’t-- Don’t ask how exactly such a coincident way to meet ended up with Seokjin pinning him down against the arm of his sofa and pouring some cheap lube he found in the bathroom,

opening him just enough to shove his cock deep inside his ass and fucking him like he hadn’t done since his college days.

He certainly never did. It’s something that just happens sometimes.

Namjoon was surprisingly loud, filthy, very fucking hot once he got undressed and a cock was near his ass or mouth, that’s something he remembers, and Seokjin never really cared about anything else.

Physical. It was all physical and good, so goddamn good— but at some point they stopped seeing each other, no more late night messages or messy handjobs in the elevator.

They stopped fucking around and Seokjin, not really bothered by it, found himself bored at home and watching porn just because. His obsession with Moonie, just like the other four boys mentioned before, happened almost instantly.

The only difference, though, is that now he can’t imagine what fucking this pretty camboy is like anymore. He did. He fucked him many times in those few weeks they were seeing each other.

And looking at those sweet dimples and pretty eyes without the mask— Seokjin can’t help but wonder if there’s another chance to see him wrecked beneath him again.

Not just Namjoon, but Moonie. That tease of a boy who likes to record himself every damn week and jerks off for thousands of horny dudes like Seokjin to watch and praise, and even pay for it on a few occasions.

Yoongi, Seokjin’s quiet neighbor, living right next door, cannot hear the way he angrily strokes his cock to the thought of Namjoon because— he actually doesn’t really know who Namjoon is.

He’s seen him around, that’s true. Yoongi’s seen him on his way home, or adding more plants and cute little bonsai trees to the garden near the lobby, but he has never asked for his name.

The guy seems to run away as soon as Yoongi sees him, or simply just looks down at his feet if they’re in the elevator and leans his head to the side, ignoring him.

Kim, he thinks. They happen to have the same landlord, who owns half of the building, and Yoongi, looking at the screen with genuine interest, is sure he heard him calling him Kim once or twice.

Clicking his tongue dramatically, a gummy smile reaches his lips as Yoongi sits more comfortably, pushing his chair closer to the desk. So this is what Moonie truly looks like, huh.

He’s pretty. Really pretty.

Without the mask, Yoongi can have a better view of that little nose, those darkened eyes and brows he twitches up as he gives to the camera his best and sweetest smile and oh— dimples.

He can have a full view of them now, soft and big, making his fingers tingle a little, imagining himself poking at them gently.

Cute. Moonie is actually more cute without the purple mask, but then he’s biting the inside of his cheek and that jawline makes Yoongi stick his tongue out to lick on his lips. Ah, he really is like that.

It’s quite a funny coincidence, you see; Yoongi’s been watching his channel since the very first time his name was placed in the top list of the website.

He’s followed every stream, gave him big gifts a couple of times or three and tried to contact him many, many times. But Moonie, that little famous bastard, never replied to any of his messages.

Yoongi understood at first— he knows better than anyone that not everyday a big streamer, a famous camboy in the community contacts you with a proposition out of nowhere.

That could have been intimidating for a newbie like Moonie back then, but after a few weeks he got offended. It really pissed off Yoongi because, in his case, it wasn’t strange to propose a little scene.

See, that’s what Yoongi —or Gloss, his alter ego and top profile in the website— does every once in a while.

He’s usually on his own, a video or two per week, mostly trying different toys his viewers recommend him, but sometimes he collaborates with other camboys.

He’s specialized in sizes, you could say, always looking for the biggest, the thickest dildos on stock he can find and fuck himself on them while he reviews them.

Moonie didn’t exactly catch his attention because of his soothing voice or the way he interacted with his viewers— it was his cock. Stupidly big, it didn’t even look real the first time Yoongi saw his videos.

Even now sometimes he refuses to believe it’s true, but it’s also the only thing that can instantly make him feel over the verge of his orgasm whenever he’s fucking himself on camera.

Monster dildos aren’t as fun all the time, you know, but Yoongi loves to always come by the end of his videos, and pushing one of those huge toys while he pictures himself riding Moonie’s massive cock is the easiest way to make that happen.

Gosh. All the times he’s filled up himself while watching his live-streams on Friday nights--

Yoongi can’t really believe he’s been living in the same building as him all this time.

But now it makes sense that he never replied to his proposition. After all, what Yoongi (or Gloss) always asked for was to make a video together, just Moonie laying down in bed and him telling to his viewers he is, in fact, better than any stupid toy he could shove up his ass.

He’s probably been avoiding Yoongi because he knows who he is. He’s seen his pretty face, seen him looking all small and gorgeous and a thick fake cock stretching his hole.

Ah, now it makes sense.

He can’t really be mad at him anymore. But he also now knows his true identity and Namjoon knows that too because— after all, it was Moonie who personally sent Gloss an invitation to his special live-stream.

Good, he thinks. Okay. He’s gonna just sit here and watch, try to decipher the reason why he invited him and not any other viewer.

And Yoongi isn’t the only one, right? Six different boys who happen to live in this same building take a deep breath and try to calm down as they see their favorite camboy, their biggest fantasy and pretty clumsy neighbor start his live video.

“Do I look good?” he blushes, biting on his bottom lip, trying not to smile too wide as he reads the dozens of comments in the little box in the bottom side of the screen. “Is this what you expected me to look like?”

There’s another dozens, hundreds of comments calling him pretty, cute, hot as fuck, and Moonie tries his best not to blush.

This is Namjoon, actually. He’s the one who constantly blushes whenever someone praises him— but today he’s both Moonie and Namjoon and he thinks he can let himself get lost in the pleasure of being called many pretty names. It turns him on a lot, after all.

“Ah, guys-- I will end up believing all of that, please.” His laugh is pretty, more open, relaxed than those he not-so-oftenly shares on his regular videos.

He doesn’t waste too much time reading their compliments, though, mumbling a little thank you for the dozens of gifts he keeps receiving as he brushes his fingers against the collar of his white t-shirt and slowly, confident as he always is, starts his show.

And it’s quite different, hotter, definitely a sinful view that makes all the one-hundred lucky winners come before Moonie himself starts jerking off.

Jungkook can’t even speak, or move, or do anything at all. He looks at the screen with wide eyes and his hand completely dirty with cum as he gives himself an orgasm after orgasm— to the point he can’t even touch himself because it hurts so damn much.

Taehyung’s bed is wet, the oil dripping down his inner thighs, hole gaping open as he rubs his fingertips against his prostate and cries out not Moonie’s, but Namjoon’s name.

Hyung’s name.

Hoseok and Jimin aren’t fucking, and that’s strange because at this point they’re usually naked, sweating and fucking each other again and again— but they can’t really do more than messy handjobs and wet kisses.

The view of Namjoon’s dimples popping up when he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock is probably the hottest thing they’ve ever seen.

Seokjin finishes his drink, finishes the bottle and teases himself, edges himself as he curses Namjoon’s name under his breath, remembering all those nights he had this pretty boy sobbing in his shoulder and saying he’s never had such a good cock fucking him like that.

Yoongi doesn’t do any of that. He doesn’t come, doesn’t need to take care of the boner pressing against his pants because he simply refuses. He watches. Yoongi only sits there and watches, admires his pretty face, those cute dimples, that massive cock he now knows where to find.

And Namjoon? Namjoon does quite a good show. He flirts with his viewers, gets more money than ever and comes with a loud cry, cum dripping off his hand as he sucks and cleans every single one of his fingers and shots another final smile to the camera.

“You are all so lovely,” he hums. “I chose you because I’ve seen your support ever since I started this channel, you know? Every single one of you, my loves, you all are so special to me. And still--”

It’s a dramatic pause, they all know that very well, and Namjoon distractedly reads the comments popping up in the box, biting on his thumb and then coming closer to the speaker to continue.

“I have a crazy good memory and I think I’ve counted five? Maybe six of you who haven’t said a word yet,” he pouts. “It’s sad that I cannot see your comments today, boys, but I really hope you enjoyed it too. You’re always in my mind whenever I come here to do my little show.”

In different floors of the same building, six boys feel their heart skipping a beat, and then find themselves looking at their reflection once the stream is over and the screen turns black, eyes wide and feeling breathless.

—the end.

um, so. blue balls. yeah.

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