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Jungkook learned a new word. While he was mindlessly scrolling through the web, he stumbled upon it. Wedgie, was a funny-sounding word. He decided to ask his trust hyung Namjoon about it. Unfortunately, that was a mistake.
Moments after he asked about it. He found himself on the receiving end of a horrible wedgie. He didn’t know that something so funny sounding could be so painful. Though, if he wasn’t on the receiving end, he would’ve found it funny too.
How couldn’t he, it was hilarious. Seeing someone’s underwear be used against them. Well, that was interesting to him. Thus, he decided to prank his hyungs with it. Though that was cut short, as Namjoon was quick to threaten him if he dared touch him or his underwear.
Fortunately, there were other more oblivious members to pray upon. One particularly tall man wouldn’t know what hit him or in this case yank him. From then on, Jungkook devised a plan.
He had to get the man alone, as he would for sure, have the other members intervene, mainly Namjoon. And he doesn’t particularly want to end up with a wad of fabric up to his bum, thank you very much.
But it appears luck was on his side. As the members wanted to celebrate their successful run in America. Though, Taehyung didn’t want to partake as he was too tired from all the performance. Jungkook, being the good maknae that he was, stayed with him.
Bidding farewell to the others, the two youngest members retreated back to their hotel room, closing the door shut. Jungkook smirking as his plan is already going better than expected.
Jumping over the couch and landing right next to his hyung, who was flipping through the channels, trying to find something interesting to watch. Though from the look on his face, it appears that nothing caught his attention.
Phase one complete, on to phase two. “Hey, Tae are you bored?” Taehyung looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a scrunched forehead. Obviously thinking the question was stupid. Though he still nods leaving the TV on the channel it was on and turning to the younger man.
Jungkook smiles innocently, though if the deep voice male looked into the younger man’s eyes he would see the devilish glint. But he didn’t. So totally unaware of the upcoming torment.
“Why, you have something fun to do?” He asked genuinely curious. At this point he wanted to do something fun, almost regretting not going with the members, but hey at least Jungkook is here.
The younger smirks, perfect. “Do you know what a ‘wedgie’ is,” The grin broadening when he sees the older man shook his head and tilting it, his face scrunching up in confusion. Phase two complete, on to phase three.
“Is it fun?” Jungkook chuckles at that, smirking at his prey. “It could be,” He responds. For me, he adds in his mind. Taehyung didn’t look convinced but at this point, anything is better than god-awful toons. Plus it’s a funny-sounding word, what’s the worst that could happen.
Oh, is he in for a ride. Phase three complete, time to profit. “Wanna try it out, hyung,” Taehyung shrugs nodding to Jungkook. Failing to see the demonic sparkle glittering in his eyes as the younger man smiles at him. “Alright turn around.”
The older man freezes, looking at Jungkook in confusion. The man chuckling at that. “You’ll have to turn around for it to work,” Taehyung nods, unconvinced but doing so anyway. Once turned, the younger couldn’t hold his excitement.
His first victim, Sorry hyung, but you’re just an easy target. Without further interruptions besides the small prayer to not be caught by Namjoon, he extends his hands towards the older man’s waist.
Lifting up Taehyung's shirt, bursting in happiness when he sees the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear. Sliding his hands down, feeling the shiver run down the older’s spine, and gripping the waistband with both hands. “Whaa-”
Before Taehyung could question, the maknae yanks on the black fabric. The older gasping at the sudden pressure in his nethers. Jungkook's smile widens as he yanks a second time. The older feeling the cotton slipping into his crack.
“How is it, hyung?” Jungkook teases, reassessing his grip. His knuckles press inside the waistband as his grip tightens. Taehyung groans when the younger yanks again. Pushing the underwear deep into his crack.
“This is fun, right hyung,” He smirks pulling on the underwear, grinning when he sees the leg holes peeping through the pants. Taehyung turns enough to glare at him before yelping at the hefty pull Jungkook gives.
Stretching now the known briefs up his back. He could only imagine how stretched they are, though he doesn’t have to as he could feel it. Even taste it. Jungkook loosens his grip, giving the older a momentary breather.
Taehyung didn’t get much of a breath when he felt the younger man grip around the leg holes of his briefs. Oh no. Jungkook smirks at the panicked look in his eyes. Relishing in it before continuing to torture his hyung.
Doing the exact same thing Namjoon did to him. Though the wedgie hurt, it let him experience it and be able to copy the methods the leader did to him. Though now the victim is poor, undeserving of such torment hyung, Taehyung.
Yanking on the leg holes, the briefs thinned into Taehyung’s crack, wedging into his crevice and grinding against the skin. Whimpering at the pain radiating in his bum. The once comfortable briefs now resemble a thong invading his nethers.
Jungkook continues to yank on the leg holes, pushing the cotton deeper into his hyung’s ass. The man resorted to clench his asscheeks though it does little to stop or relieve his pain.
With the last yank, he lets go of the briefs. Watching it bunch up on top of the older man’s pants, twisting and ruffled weirdly. Though it was far from over. He wants to see how far he can stretch the older’s undies.
Smirking when he sees the older take a breather. Taehyung takes the ruined briefs and tries to pull them from his crack, keyword tries. He doesn’t make it far. Jungkook grips his wrist and pulls him closer. His back touching his chest. A hand wrapped tightly around his wrists.
“Now who said you could do that,” the raven-haired man slaps away the hand, wrapping both of Taehyung’s wrist in a single grip. With his other hand, he wraps it tightly around the bunched string of fabric, yanking slightly. The older man yelped.
Dragging Taehyung by his briefs, much to the older man’s dismay, yanking on it when the man falters or stops. Ripping groans and yelps from the man as he continues to force him by his undies to their shared room.
Taehyung trying desperately to escape the painful grasp. Fully regretting not going with the team for dinner. Regretting trusting his younger team member for this so-called fun. Now he is in pain due to this wedgie and he can’t escape.
Damn him for being a gym bunny and getting stronger. Damn him for tricking him. Though now he has to suffer. Jungkook pushes him down the bed, Taehyung using this chance to run. Though like before he is caught.
Caught by his undies, Jungkook yanking him back, ripping another yelp from him soon turns to a scream when he pulls up, the thinned out string of fabric cutting deep into his crack. Whimpering he turns only to see an annoyed maknae fuming at him.
“Now Tae, we were just having fun,” Jungkook tsk as he yanks him closer, ignoring the glare the abused male is giving him. Yanking on the leg holes he pulls the older man’s wrist through the stretched holes and ties Taehyung’s wrist with a belt, rendering him unable to fight back. Yank once more, The thin string tightening into his ass and through his wrists.
Taehyung can’t struggle or else he will cause more pain to himself. “Damn, we have to finish this fast,” the older man looked behind, seeing Jungkook looking at his phone. The younger man put down his phone. The younger smirks back up at him.
Oh no. Taehyung tried to squirm away but each time he moved, his briefs riding up his crack, crushing his balls in the process. Though his efforts are in vain as he is unable to move far. Jungkook easily pulled him close and turned him around.
“Hey these are pretty stretchy, I wonder,” Jungkook whispers to himself. His hands going to the waistband. Knuckles going into the fabric, thumbs gripping on the waistband. Taehyung gulped, shutting his eyes tightly. Preparing himself for the worst.
Jungkook gives a powerful yank, stretching the fabric up and cutting the older man thoroughly. The briefs sliced deep into his crack, shouting at the overwhelming pain. He can feel his nether throb from the white pain radiating from the wedgie.
Jungkook keeps pulling, stretching the briefs higher and higher. The waistband stretches to the back of the older man’s neck. The thin string between his cheeks rubbing into him, the fabric grinding against him. He can’t do anything to relieve himself.
How is it possible that his underwear is stretched so far? He doesn’t know whether to be impressed by the durability or curse it. Jungkook continues his onslaught, yanking and pulling on the fabric, Undies reaching new heights.
Almost there, Jungkook flexes his arms, knuckles digging deep into the fabric, crushing the man below him. The older man’s balls throb from the crushing fabric. He hears the popping of the seams, maybe that will end this torment.
Taehyung prayed from the briefs to rip, even though they were costly, he hoped they would rip for his and his ass' sake.
Unfortunately for him, his underwear seems to be made of steel. No matter how much the maknae yanked and pulled, no matter how the seams popped, the fabric stayed intact.
Jungkook pulls and pulls. Stretching the briefs higher and higher. The underwear strained in his grip and as he continued to shove it deeper into Taehyung’s ass. The older man’s poor balls were crushed in the immense pressure.
With a powerful yank, Jungkook was able to stretch the briefs up and over the older man’s head and attach it to his forehead. Pulling away he smirks at his masterpiece.
His hyung was trapped in an atomic wedgie, arms tied behind his back. A thin stringed up fabric cutting into his crack and through his wrists. Leg holes stretched up and over his shoulders. The front is no better.
Waistband midway up his torso, crushing his balls in the briefs. Taehyung groaned in pain, weakly glaring at the younger. Though Jungkook laughs at the pitiful attempt. Yanking on the string once more before pulling Taehyung to the bed.
The older man screaming at the sudden yank and being thrown. Now trapped and unable to move. Each squirm deepening the wedgie. He looks up to see the younger man looking down at him, a smug smile plastered onto his face.
“Hope you had fun hyung, see you tomorrow, good night,” Jungkook teasingly shouts as he gags the older with a sock. Leaving once he is satisfied, he closes the door, not forgetting to lock it.
Taehyung could only wait until morning for Jungkook to come up and free him. Groaning at the pain, feeling the wedgie deepen, cutting him straight through. He mentally swears to get the maknae back for this!