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01.
yoongi’s pretty sure he’s dreaming. he’s not exactly sure what kind of dream it is (he is wearing pants so it can’t be a nightmare) but he is pretty darn sure (well he is hoping mostly at this point) that this is in fact a dream or he’s finally cracked like jin warned him.
yoongi slowly lifts his head up to stare at the figure in front of him and once again almost chokes on his spit at the scene in front of him. there, no more than 8 feet in front of him is the back, bare back, of some dude that yoongi can bet his grandmother’s life on is not hoseok. (yoongi tries not to think too much about how tight and nice the guys muscles are or how nice the swell of his well endowed ass is, he really does).
after a couple seconds (more like 10 good minutes) of blatantly staring at the view (read ass) yoongi coughs to get the intruders attention.
yoongi’s ready to tell the dude off (and to put on a freakin shirt, it's not hot enough for this shit anyways) but all words leave his mind the second the dude turns around.
yoongi is not ready (he’ll never be ready) for the front of what he already assumed to be a very attractive being. chocolate abs glared mockingly at him and tight muscles left his legs feeling like he just got off the fastest roller coaster of his life, and he really needed to sit down because good god yoongi is not ready for this.
by the time yoongi finally looks up at the face he's sure his face is tomato red and his heart beat can be heard from outer space (curse teenage hormones, except yoongi sadly isn't a teenager anymore).
the intruder is staring back at yoongi, eyes large and mouth agape in shock and yoongi would coo at how adorable the other boy is but now really is not the time.
scrambling to figure out what the hell is going on yoongi opens his mouth to question the boy and says, “you’re not hoseok.”
yoongi internally screams at himself because holy fuck is that stupid. no way in hell hoseok had an ass like that.
however yoongi doesn't have much time to cry about his screw up because the boy finally breaks out of his daze and let's out a shriek so loud it can actually put hoseok to shame (also yoongi’s pretty sure his ears are bleeding).
“who are you” ass boy questions, hands flying up to attempt and cover his body.
“no, who are you” yoongi counters, own arms coming up to cross over his chest.
“uh i live here?” ass boy more so questions than answers.
“but i live here” yoongi replies already dreading what he knew the boy is gonna say next.
“oh then im your new roommate. park jimin.” ass boy-park jimin, answers with a smile brighter than the sun and all yoongi can think about is how truly fucked he is.
ass boy is his new roommate. ass boy has nice abs. ass boy has an even nicer smile. ass boy is not jung hoseok, personal servant and part-time best friend. yoongi is pretty sure ass boy aka park jimin is going to be the death (how dramatic) of him.
02.
it’s been a week and yoongi hasn't killed ass boy aka park jimin yet. which in itself amazes hoseok when he finally comes over a week later (yoongi may have banned him from coming any where near him after he found out about the betrayal but when does hoseok ever listen) to assess the damage. hoseok’s more than surprised when he finds nothing broken and jimin still in one piece and sane.
he voices such to yoongi and ends up being smacked, but he expected that. he however does not expect the way yoongi’s eyes trail behind jimin, quite specifically at his behind.
hoseok smirks at the new found information and ends up being smacked again. he's glad he changed rooms.
along with hoseok leaves all of yoongi’s energy and he practically drags himself to the bathroom. he can’t wait to crash into his bed and sleep like the dead (and cuddle with his kumamon plushies, yes plural, but that's no ones business).
in his half asleep daze yoongi fails to notice one very big detail, that the bathroom is already occupied, by a very wet and very naked park jimin.
an awkward cough finally snaps yoongi awake and he almost screams when his vision clears and he realizes that he just walked in on jimin taking a shower. that jimin is standing barely two feet in front of him and only has a towel around his waist. that jimins abs look even better wet. that jimin looks fuckin hot after a shower. that jimin is staring at him in shock and of fuck he needs to get out of here NOW.
“fuck. sorry. shit. i didn't realize you were here. fuck.” yoongi scrambles out an apology and races off to his room. he body slams onto his bed and screams into his pillow. forget sleep now that he has that (glorious) image imprinted into his mind.
(in his rush to get out yoongi misses the smirk on jimins face. rooming with yoongi is turning out much better than he had imagined.)
03.
after the whole shower incident yoongi tries his best to avoid park jimin. it's not like he hates the boy, he can actually tolerate the boy which is quite a feat for someone like yoongi who dislikes just about everyone. but yoongi decides it's best if he stays clear of jimin after seeing him half naked, twice, in a span of a week.
but jimin if anything is persistent as hell and spends every minute they're together trying to talk to yoongi or do things together.
usually this would have pissed yoongi off but he's realized quite early on that he has a soft spot for jimin and his brighter than sunshine smiles. (too bad for yoongi that jimin realized as well.)
but then again who can say no to someone like jimin who makes breakfast and dinner every day without a complaint. who wakes up early on the mondays and thursdays to wake yoongi up for his morning lecture even though his own don't start till noon. who cleans up around the place and always has a smile ready.
see yoongi can be called many things like a grouch, cold, insensitive and just an overall jerk (to those who deserve it of course) but even he would not be caught dead hurting someone like jimin. it would be like kicking a puppy, and that's just not something you do. (also yoongi's pretty sure jimin shits rainbows like hoseok but that's information for another time.)
so when yoongi walks onto campus on a chilly autumn day he tries his best, he really does, to not tear off the assholes head who threw that water balloon at him. jimin had once mentioned that he needs to learn to control his anger, so yoongi tries. but it's cold, it's early and who the fuck even has water fights in college.
yoongi's about to go off on the tall boy with raven hair who's walking over to him, wide eyes and bunny teeth that would have made him cute in any other situation. except yoongi is pissed off and the winds blowing against his wet back and he's out for blood.
yet before yoongi can utter even a single curse, he watches in horror as park jimin races over. without a shirt. surprise surprise (not).
“are you fucking kidding me?!”
“oh my god. i’m so sorry yoongi hyung. jungkook threw too far. i’m so sorry. i’ll get you another shir--”
yoongi breaks off jimins rant to croak, “why the fuck are you not wearing a shirt?!” because good god yoongi can not handle being wet and cold and seeing park jimin and his glorious abs this early in the morning.
“huh? i’m not wearing a shirt.” jimin looks down confusedly and yoongi just wants to go back home and sleep because he is done. how does one even forget that they're not wearing a shirt??
“jimin hyung tends to lose his shirt a lot.” the bunny boy named jungkook smirks at jimin and yoongi feels something burn at the pit of his stomach. probably indigestion.
“it is too early for this.” yoongi rubs his face tiredly and walks away from ass boy and bunny boy and decides that yes park jimin will most definitely be the death of him.
(“i can't believe you actually took your shirt off hyung.”
“shh kookie. it’s all part of the plan.”
“you call public nudity a plan?”
“don’t question my methods child.you don't know about love.”
“neither do you.”)
04.
yoongi likes to think he’s above the petty behaviors of ‘i told you so’ but when jimin falls sick two days later he doesn’t stop the smug smirk that spreads across his face. (he may also have gone to his room and laughed for a good two minutes but he swears that doesn’t make him a bad person, it’s jimin’s fault after all.)
however yoongi isn’t as foul and insensitive as his friends (and strangers) like to think of him. in fact yoongi is much nicer than he lets on. he just doesn’t want assholes like hoseok to find out about how much he cares or else he knows he won’t hear the end of it.
so when jimin does fall sick, two days later than yoongi predicted, yoongi does in fact go out of his way to help the younger boy out (after his mini gloat session that is).
but the thing is yoongi doesn’t know jack shit about taking care of others, especially not individuals who are very sick and very needy. yoongi’s own go to remedy for when he falls ill is to wrap himself into a burrito and sleep it away (and have jin appear a day later and actually take care of him).
so the first thing yoongi does when he sees that jimin can’t survive (like burrito yoongi) is to call up jin. he instantly regrets it when jin starts cooing at him and yoongi wishes he could curse out the older boy but he keeps quiet because jin’s his only hope. (no one in their right mind would allow namjoon or hoseok anywhere near a sick person. and taehyung is a danger to everyone.)
after finally getting jin to move on from yoongi’s love life, or the lack of it, yoongi listens intently to jin’s instructions.
first off, get jimin into bed with fluffy pillows and lots of blankets. sadly it takes yoongi a good 20 minutes to complete that task due to yoongi being as strong as a soggy string bean and jimin being as much help as pregnant lady about to give birth. by the time yoongi gets jimin to bed he feels like he gave birth himself.
second, get some food into jimin, preferably porridge. yoongi knows that there are no ingredients in the house to cook up porridge (not that he would be able to cook any even if there is ingredients), so he chose the next best thing (and only thing he could actually make, ramen. good old ramen with extra egg because sick people need protein and shit.
yoongi however does not expect how hard it would be to feed a barely conscious and stubborn as hell jimin. in the end he resorts to making airplane noises because apparently sick jimin is more of a kid than healthy jimin. yoongi just hopes jimin doesn’t remember all of this later, or else all hell would set loose if any of the others heard of this.
third, feed jimin medicine, even if you have to use force. which results in yoongi straddling jimin, pinning both his hands over his head and force feeding him his medicine. (yoongi may or may not have sat in that position for a little longer than necessary just staring at a very flushed jimin, which may or may not have been entirely from the fever.)
yoongi has just finished all the tasks and is ready to crash onto the couch and call it a night when his phone beeps with a text.
>>jin: also u need to change his clothes and wipe him down.
yoongi may or may not have dropped his phone and screamed a little (a lot actually, good thing jimin is knocked out).
<<yoongi: YOU WNT ME TO DO WHT????
>>jin: he’s overheating. cool him down.
<<yoongi: no
>>jin: min yoongi grow up and be man. and stop calling me. bye.
yoongi glared at his phone and hopes with all his heart that namjoon breaks all of jin’s silverware, especially that limited edition set from italy.
but he knows there’s no avoiding this because if jin says something you do that something or else you suffer and yoongi does not like to suffer. (too bad he’s already suffering.)
yoongi’s in the middle of wiping down jimin’s front when jimin finally wakes up and stares down at him. to yoongi’s surprise he doesn’t scream, which to yoongi seems like the most logical thing to do when you wake up and have your roommate wiping down your shirtless self.
instead jimin smiles and closes his eyes like this is the most normal thing ever.
so yoongi, more confused and red in the face, continues his task.
as soon as yoongi’s done he throws a fresh shirt at jimin and starts to exit the room when jimin croaks out,
“hyung, please stay.”
and everyone may call yoongi cold and insensitive and heartless but everyone is not park jimin. for park jimin, yoongi could do everything and anything.
(yoongi may or may not have spent the whole night sitting by jimin’s bed. yoongi most definitely has a cramp is his neck and legs and back. but none of it really matters when jimin smiles down at him brighter than the sun.)
05.
yoongi is pretty sure he’s dreaming, and that he’s had this dream before. (once again he checks to make sure his pants are on.)
jimin is once again shirtless in front of him, and yoongi is once again ogling him. (because come on look at that jibooty.)
“park jimin, why is that i can’t go a week without seeing you shirtless.” yoongi sighs and walks into the room, waiting for jimin to turn around and put on a fuckin shirt (after he got to see the abs of course.)
“because you love me without a shirt hyung.” jimin giggles, fuckin giggles, still facing away from yoongi.
“i love you anyways.” yoongi mumbles to himself.
“what hyung?”
“why aren’t you turning around?”
“well... you see… i have something important to ask you so please just take this seriously and think about it clearly and don’t scream. Okay?”
“okay?” yoongi would have laughed at how nervous the younger sounds but jimin seems serious and yoongi doesn’t feel like being an asshole today.
however when jimin does finally turn around, yoongi goes against his word and screams. like really loud.
but then again who wouldn’t when in front of him stood shirtless park jimin, with chocolate (or what he assumed is chocolate) writing out on his abdomen,
‘go out with me?’
“hyungggg. you said you wouldn’t scream.” jimin pouts and yoongi mentally screams again.
“what the actual fuck is this park jimin.”
“uhhh... asking you out…”
“and this is how you think you should do that. by the way i say yes.”
“i don’t know. tae said you liked seeing me shirtless and that chocolate is always a good thing and that you could just lick it off after you said yes…”
“....”
“OH MY GOSH DID YOU SAY YESSSS!!!”
(yoongi most definitely said yes. he may or may not have licked the chocolate off. taehyung is definitely a genius.)
+1
taehyung is a self proclaimed genius. but right now yoongi is regretting ever listening to the boy, or even thinking it is a good idea to ask him for advice.
for some godforsaken reason (read park jimin) yoongi had gone to the boy for advice and now he is standing in his and jimin’s shared living room...shirtless...and with chocolate on his abdomen.
yoongi hates himself and how much he loves park jimin.
“yoongi hyung?”
“uhhh...hi jimin.”
“hyung, why are you shirtless?”
“because it’s hot?”
“it’s the middle of february...it’s freezing.”
“thanks for the weather report brat.”
“but really hyung, what’s up?”
slowly yoongi turns around, eyes closed, and waits for the scream. when he doesn’t hear it he opens his eyes and comes face to face with jimin smiling so widely he’s sure it hurts.
“wow hyung. copying my idea i see.”
“shut the hell your mouth. i can’t believe i let taehyung write on me in chocolate for this sass.”
“it’s okay hyung. i love it. happy 100 days.” jimin smiles against yoongi’s mouth.
“i love you.” yoongi murmurs against jimin’s lips.
(taehyung is most definitely a genius.)