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Jimin’s head shot up, the loud and annoying sound of his alarm clock jolting him out of his rather peaceful dream. His black hair was sticking around in weird angles and there was dried drool on his cheeks and around the corners of his mouth. He also just so happened to be cradling his Hamlet novel (for Literature class because, as Teacher Kim says, “Shakespear is love, Shakespear is life”) like it was a life-line which also had a bonus of dried drool on the cover as well. His eyes were barely open, his over-sized t-shirt was drooping over his shoulder and he somehow manages to kick one–just one–of his socks off during his sleep.
100% sex material, at your service.
“If you don’t get your ass up in the next 10 minutes, Park Jimin–oh you’re up.” Taehyung boomed while stomping into their shared room. He then took in Jimin’s half awake form and began snickering. “You look like an angry porcupine.”
“Shut the fuck up, you whore.” Jimin groaned as he got out of his bed, heading towards the bathroom.
“Hey, you upgraded to whore this time!” Taehyung cheered in delight. Jimin could only glare at him. “What an honor! Anyways, get your fine piece of ass ready because we gotta go to Literature in 10 minutes, m’kay?”
Jimin continued glaring as he grabbed his toothbrush. “It’s 6:30AM. Why the fuck are you so chirpy?” Taehyung merely showed his box-like grin and Jimin sighed deeply. “Lemme guess, was it Hottie or Fuck Me?”
“Fuck Me, actually, but his name is actually Jaebum. I saw him just as you were leaving back to our place after dance practice. I saw my chance and I pounced.” Taehyung grinned like he just won a trophy. “And I also brought him here–”
“–Hey, where’s the milk?” Another voice suddenly joined in. Jimin looked up and nearly choked on his toothbrush.
“YAH KIM TAEHYUNG–”
“–Oh, the milk is on the second shelf of the fridge, hyung–”
“–WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK–”
“Jiminnie.” Taehyung whined for the umpteenth time, nudging his friend’s arm with a large pout. “I said I’m sorry, okay?! At least we didn’t screw on your bed this time.”
“THIS TIME?!” Jimin shrieked as he slammed his locker shut. “Yah, Kim Taehyung, do I need to fucking cut your balls off or something?”
Taehyung cringed. “Oh God, please no.” He begged, covering his groin with both hands. “I’d like to keep my balls, please.”
“Then stop bringing random boys back to our dorm!” Jimin hissed and smacked Taehyung’s head. “I’d prefer not to wake up with a stranger asking me where the fucking milk is!”
“His name is Jaebum though–”
“–I don’t care what his name is, Tae, oh my god.” Jimin groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s the fact that you slept with him in the same room as me.”
Taehyung grinned cheekily at him. “Well, you are a pretty solid sleeper, Jiminnie.” He chimed. Jimin gave him a look.
“Taehyung, I swear to god, you’re gonna die today.”
“Hey, look whose coming this way!” Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s shoulders and spun him around. Jimin’s eyes widened as he saw Jungkook calmly striding their way; too busy paying attention to something on his phone than anything else. “It’s Jeon Jungkookie~” He laughed as Jimin squirmed out of his hold, smacked his arm and hugged his books to his chest.
“He’s right over there, Jiminnie–”
“–I swear to god, Kim Taehyung, if you say one more word I’ll burn all your One Piece volumes.”
“How dare you say such horrific things, you midget!”
“Taehyung, I swear to god, I will strangle you if you don’t shut up!”
“But he looks so hot today, Jiminnie!”
“Shut up, Tae.” He whimpered, his cheeks flaring up. Jimin sneaked a glance and looked down the hallway. There he is, basking in all of his perfection. Jeon Jungkook was a very well known name in the college. He was a Senior, just like Jimin and Taehyung, despite being 2 years younger. He’s got the smarts but he’s also got an attitude problem. Jungkook’s constantly rebels against the teachers, doesn’t listen very often, and is just overall cocky in genera. Not to mention he’s got tattoos and a lower lip piercing that’s been making Jimin just want to bite his lips and–holy fuck, he’s wearing a tank top.
His tattooed muscular arms were on full display. The tank top was just barely loose and it hugged his torso perfectly (and Jimin’s mentally screaming at how firm his chest looks). But those skin-tight leather jeans hugged his heavenly thighs so well Jimin nearly choked on his spit on the sight.
Maybe he even got a semi hard-on. Maybe–okay, he definitely did.
“Fuck me.” Jimin murmured in awe, keeping his voice low in hopes no one heard him. But then Jungkook’s eyes raised and he looked directly at Jimin. Jimin’s eyes flew open and his breathe hitched.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Jimin yelped in surprise when there was a sudden shove given to his back. The sudden force made him go flying forward without him being able to really catch himself. The only thing he recalled seeing seeing was a blur of black leather before he collided with something solid. There was a loud thud and the entire hallway fell silent. Jimin groaned and furrowed his eyebrows. His back was hurting like hell but there was an odd weight on top of him. A warm solid force.
Wait a minute.
The flash of black leather.
Jimin’s eyes snapped open and he looked up at Jungkook above him, who seemed as equally as startled as he is. Jimin now just wanted a black hole to swallow him up.
“U-Uhm..I..I-I was..pushed..” Jimin stuttered. Jungkook’s eyes lightly narrowed as he studied Jimin, who in turn tried to shrink away from his stare.
Jungkook was silent for a minute. “Yeah, I know you were.” He spoke. His voice was smooth and calm, like the waves of one of the Busan oceans.
Jungkook then sighed and got up to his feet before grabbing Jimin’s arm. Jimin squeaked as he was yanked to his feet, making him stumbled into Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook seemed to still for a moment but his hands remained on Jimin’s waist.
“You’re clumsy, Jimin.”
Jimin immediately pulled his head back and tried to glare up at Jungkook, but failed. “Y-Yah, that’s hyung to you, you brat!” He retorted but Jungkook merely smirked. “Wait…how do you know my name anyways? We have no classes together…”
The words hit Jungkook like a snowball in December. His eyes flew open as his lips parted slightly in shock.
They never once spoke to each other. They have the same classes but their lessons are at different times. And the only time they see each other is in the hallway. Jimin’s not popular, not even a little bit. He’s often bullied and sometimes, his own classmates forget he’s in the room because he’s so shy.
Jungkook cleared his throat and sped past Jimin without a single word in response. Jimin swore he saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. Jimin watched him go in confusion before turning to lecture Taehyung but Taehyung was snickering as he ran down the hall.
“YAH KIM TAEHYUNG!”
“YOU’RE WELCOME!”