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Initially, the fire alarm going off at 3 in the morning the day before finals isn’t ideal. But it’s not like Jungkook had been sleeping anyway- he had been cramming for organic chemistry.
(Every time he closes his eyes, he sees the chemical formula for galactose flashing behind his eyelids.)
So he doesn’t really mind.
But he just trudges out of his room, hoodie over his head, and he supposes he looks a bit like a zombie with the dark circles he’s been sporting all weekend.
(But it’s not like anyone else looks runway-ready either, so…)
“Not cool man,” Jimin says, opening his mouth to let out the longest, most unearthly yawn in the history of yawns.
Jungkook looks at the 3rd year with mild reproach. “Were you sleeping?” Jungkook asks accusingly. “The final is tomorrow, Jimin,”
“I’ll be fine,” Jimin shrugs, scratching the back of his head. Jungkook just crinkles his nose.
“You should have at least put on a shirt, ugh,”
“What are you talking about? The view is to die for,” Jimin bites his lip, winking as he flexes his bare arms.
“Gross,” Jungkook sniffs, shoving the older male away. He’s about to complain some more, but someone catches Jimin’s attention.
“Oi Taehyung!” Jimin calls, and Jungkook does a double take.
“Wait, Kim Taehyung?” Jungkook hisses, tugging at Jimin’s arm to get his attention. Jimin looks over at him, exasperated.
“What about Taehyung?”
“You know Kim Taehyung?”
Jimin narrows his eyes, a sly smile making its way onto his lips. “What’s it you ya?”
Jungkook releases Jimin’s arms instantly, looking down at his feet. “Nothing,” he mumbles.
(It’s not nothing.)
“Do you like him, Jungkook?” Jimin asks, poking at the younger’s side. Jungkook yelps at the contact, jumping away.
(Yes.)
“What? No!”
(Yes he does.)
“I don’t even know him,” Jungkook insists. Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oooooh, but you want to,” he coos, and Jungkook regrets telling the elder anything.
(He regrets meeting Jimin. He regrets coming to this college. He regrets being born. He regrets everything.)
“Don’t worry, Jungkookie. I’m the best hyung you’ve ever had,” Jimin winks, and just then, Kim Taehyung stumbles over to them.
Jungkook doesn’t know whether this is a wet dream or a nightmare because it seems as though all the third years have a mutual consensus to sleep topless because Taehyung is just shirtless is Jimin. He’s not bulky like Jimin, but tall and lean and broad. Jungkook doesn’t know whether the weakness in his knees is due to Taehyung’s hotness or the four pack of Redbull he downed three hours ago.
“Hey, Jimin,”
Oh merciful lord, is Taehyung’s voice deep. And it’s rough from sleep, one eye still stuck closed, hair sticking up haphazardly, but no one has ever looked more attractive. Jungkook had never seen him this close but now knows why, despite the rumors of Taehyung actually being insane, why everyone practically falls on their feet for him.
(Kim Taehyung is fucking fine.)
“Jungkook here forgot his key inside his room, so he’s been locked out. I’m going to go to the housing office like a good hyung and get a replacement for him. Until then, do you mind if he crashes in your room?” Jimin asks. If Jungkook was drowsy before, he’s definitely awake now.
“Hyung,” Jungkook hisses, but Jimin just winks. Taehyung looks confused, still sleep-logged, but nods languidly, watching as Jimin bounces away, in the opposite direction of the housing office.
(Jungkook makes a note to kill the elder when he next sees him.)
“I’m Kim Taehyung, third year chem major,” the purple-haired man says, the introduction stilted by a yawn, effectively drawing Jungkook from his semi-murderous thoughts.
“Jeon J-jungkook, first year bio major,” Jungkook stutters over his words.
(Taehyung is hot, okay?)
“How do you know Jimin?” Taehyung asks, and Jungkook isn’t sure whether the man is actually interested or whether he’s trying to avoid awkward silence while they wait for the fire department to get to the dorms.
“Uhm, we went to the same high school in Busan,” Jungkook explains quickly. Taehyung just nods his head.
“What about you? How do you know Jimin?” Jungkook asks, clearing his throat because his mouth feels dry all of a sudden.
“I almost lit his pants on fire during one of our chem labs freshman year,” Taehyung shrugs.
(Like lighting people’s pants on fire is a good way to make friends.)
And so they go back and forth in a bizarre game of twenty questions, although by the time the fire department actually gets there, it’s been more like two million questions and deep philosophical discussions about morality and the state of the economy.
(Jungkook doesn’t really mind.)
Taehyung is really nice to talk to (although he’s a bit weird) and it feels like he’s actually listening to Jungkook. It’s nice and no Jungkook isn’t internally screaming.
(Definitely not.)
(But yes. It’s kind of awesome.)
“So, Jimin still isn’t back. Still need a place to crash?” Taehyung asks, a smile ghosting at his lips. Jungkook’s eyes widen for a moment, processing the question before remembering Jimin’s (awful) idea to set him and Taehyung up.
“Uhm, no actually. I have my key, Jimin was just... being weird…” Jungkook admits, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Taehyung’s eyes (considerably more open and alert now) rake down Jungkook’s form appraisingly.
“You could still crash… if you want to,”
Oh.
Oh yeah.
Oh hell yeah.
“Sure,” Jungkook squeaks, and Taehyung smirks. The dorm had been declared safe by the fire fighters (apparently someone had been using too much hot water… at three in the morning), and Jungkook trails after the elder as he leads him back to his room.
“You don’t mind sharing a bed, do you?” Taehyung asks, and Jungkook really should get back to studying, but a warm bed sounds too tempting.
(And also… Taehyung.)
“N-no,” Jungkook squeaks. The elder smirks in satisfaction, plopping down on the bed and scooting over to make room.
“Well, come on then,” He pats the space next to him, and Jungkook shuffles over, awkwardly lying down at the very edge, until he feels Taehyung’s hand snake around his waist and pull him closer.
“Hey, relax,” Taehyung murmurs, and Jungkook wonders whether this is one of his bizarre spicy ramen-induced hallucinations.
(He has too many of those.)
“Y-yeah, okay,”
It’s silent for a while, and Jungkook can’t get his heart to calm down enough to try to get even a wink of sleep, but it’s Kim Taehyung, upperclassman, unrequited crush, (and way out of his league) lying there next to him, arm draped over his torso. In his bed.
“Hey,” Taehyung says suddenly, and Jungkook flinches. He was sure Taehyung had fallen asleep already.
“You’re pretty cute, Jeon Jungkook,”
Jungkook feels the blush making it’s way up his neck. “Really?”
“It’s not every day I invite freshmen to sleep in my bed even though they really have no reason to be here in the first place,”
(Jungkook doesn’t know what to make of that statement.)
“Should I go, then?” Taehyung’s arm tightens its grip.
“You should stay,”
“Okay,” Jungkook isn’t going to get a wink of sleep, he’s sure of it.
“I’m a cuddler,” Taehyung warns sleepily. Jungkook doesn’t mind.
(And when he wakes up in the morning, smushed in Taehyung’s arms, he doesn’t mind.)
(Even though he oversleeps and he’s almost late for the final.)
(Especially not when Taehyung offers to buy him dinner as an apology.)
(And definitely not when he invites him back to his room a week later.)
(They don’t do a lot of sleeping.)
(But Jungkook doesn’t mind.)