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It’s the afternoon before you hear a knock at your door, startling you to sit up properly on your bed. “Y/n, do you really plan on spending your spring break as a hermit?” Namjoon asks, swinging your door open as he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed. Giving your brother doe eyes, you nod before hearing him sigh. “Get ready, we’re heading out in 15 minutes to Jimin’s pool party, so dress accordingly.” Kicking himself off the door frame, Namjoon turns around to leave before facing his head back to you. “And pack some extra clothes, Jimin invited us for a movie night so we’ll most likely just sleep over there.” You watch your brother leave before you hop off your bed to walk over to your closet.

“A pool party, huh? I’ve never really been to one of those now that I think about it.” You mutter to yourself before searching for whatever you could identify as a swimsuit. Sighing, you sink to the floor, unable to find where you last put your swimming suit. “I guess it’s a no go for swimming today.” A bit disappointed, you remember Namjoon’s words before getting up to pack some extra clothes, preparing your things before changing into a comfortable sundress, Heading out to your living room, you meet an impatient Namjoon, who’s already in his swim trunks before you’re both leaving the house with one another.

The car ride leading up to the pool party, you’re anxiously wondering how Jimin will act around you this time. “I’ll just avoid him.” You think to yourself before finally arriving at the entrance of the familiar mansion. Hiding behind Namjoon, the door swings wide open but to your surprise, you’re greeted by Taehyung. You notice him only in his trunks, a towel slung around his neck as droplets of water are still on his body, indicating that he must have recently been in the pool. 

“Shit, is that the Taehyung?” Namjoon laughs before going in for a hug. Raising a brow at their interaction, you do your best to avoid Taehyung’s gaze. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Yea, I’ve actually been quite busy lately,” Taehyung replies, stepping aside for you two to walk into the structure. Unable to avoid him, you give him a slight smile before passing him, making your way inside as he stands behind you. 

“How many people are here already?” Namjoon asks from the front before looking back at Taehyung to which he shrugs.

“Too many to count, there are probably more coming later too.” Taehyung remarks before you all continue to walk along. Making your way over to the backyard, you’re caught in between the two taller men who have the need to tease you for your shorter stature. Before you can walk onto the patio, you feel a grasp at your wrist before being pulled aside and dragged into the back kitchen. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to party, love,” Taehyung smirks before letting go of you. 

“Why do you think that?” You question while folding your arms.

“Oh, I don’t know, you like to talk about literature and your nose is always stuck inside of a book.” He grins, knowing that his statement annoyed you as you rolled your eyes.

“I know how to have fun, Taehyung.” You state before eyeing a pitcher, which seemed to be full of red fruit juice. “Want a drink?” Brushing past Taehyung, you head over to the pitcher before pouring the beverage halfway full into the red solo cup. Taehyung makes his way to stand beside you before you feel his arm drape onto your shoulders. 

“Do you even know what’s in that?” He quirks a brow. Turning your attention from Taehyung to the cup, you sniff the drink before looking back to the fellow, handing him it.

“It seems like fruit punch to me.” You smile before he takes a deep breath, soon after taking a sip from the red solo cup. You then watch him easily down the drink before he hands you back the empty cup.

“Fruit punch it is.” He smirks before you happily begin to pour yourself a cup. Turning to face Taehyung, who is leaning upon the counter, you begin to drink the red beverage before realizing the sour and odd taste. Furrowing your brow at the taste, you clear your throat before setting the cup onto the counter. “Delicious, love?” You glare at him before sighing.

“You could have at least told me there’s alcohol in it!” You exclaim before he breaks out into a laugh. He was obviously toying with you to make you mad. Your frown turns into a pout as you’re slightly disappointed with how you broke your “no alcohol” rule (something you made up whenever you decided to attend parties). To your surprise, Taehyung lifts off from the counter before caging you in, both of his arms surrounding you as you’re forced to look straight at the man. He’s smug before taking the cup out of your hand, downing your drink before setting it atop the counter.

“Happy now?” He tilts his head before grinning to you. You feel him slowly closing in, and in a panic, you press a finger over his lips to stop him. You’re not sure as to why you decide to do this, but you’re found tracing his bottom lip with your thumb in silence. His eyes are alluring, gazing upon yours before you gently place your hands to both sides of his face, pulling him closer as his lips hover above yours.

“I told you Taehyung, you’re not getting to me that easily.” You smirk before turning your head to kiss his cheek instead. He exhales a laugh through his nose before you’re breaking through his barrier. Walking away, you look over your shoulder to see Taehyung astonished at your gesture. Making your way back to the patio, your heart’s beating quite a bit as you try to calm yourself down. So I guess I’ll have to avoid two boys today. Your train of thought is broken before someone bumps into you, ignoring your presence before they go on their very own way. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you decide to ignore them as well, turning your head to the wide view of the backyard in hopes to spot someone you know among the spread of random people. You happen to spot Jimin sitting in the pool along with Aiki in his arms as they’re conversing with a few other people, seemingly enjoying each other’s company. The more you’re thinking about it, you can’t help but feel frustrated as to why Jimin had kissed you the other day, knowing that he had a girlfriend. Yet, you’re watching from afar as they’re accompanying one another, not a worry in the world.

Your frustration gets to you when Jimin quickly meets your eyes, his smile fading a bit before he turns away briefly to talk back to Aika. Huffing, you turn around, pushing through the crowd of drunkards before making your way back into the large house. Wandering aimlessly around the house, a red solo cup in your hand (one you randomly pick up from the counter in the kitchen), you begin to sway in your steps. Mainly focusing on the bass coming from the rather loud music, you take another sip of your drink before feeling a hand placed at the small of your back. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing alone at a party like this?”

His voice too familiar, you turn to face the man, your eyes widening to see who it is. Chance. You’re both taken aback as his hand drops from your lower back. Here, standing beside you, was your previous boyfriend. Clearing his throat at the awkward silence, he looks at you with a smile. “Y/n, how have you been?”

Feeling a rush of emotions, you part your lips to speak but the only word you’re able to say is his name. Sighing, he firmly grabs the side of your arm before bending down to meet your eyes. “You’re not still mad at me, are you Y/n?” He’s tilting his head, the same cunning smile he would use to win you over was emitting from his lips, disgusting you as your heart becomes heavy. He hasn’t changed one bit. Removing his hands from you, he turns away before scratching his head. You’re unable to avoid observing your previous boyfriend, noting the new tattoo designs permanently located on his arm before you’re furrowing your brows at a coverup.

“So you got it covered up, huh?” You mutter before he raises a brow, turning his attention back onto you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” he smiles before closing in on you, “what did you say?” Unable to control your expression, you scoff out of annoyance before downing your drink. 

“I said leave me alone.” You’re speaking a bit louder than what you’d like, turning the heads of a few before Chance rolls his eyes, taking a step away from you.

“You’re still the boring old you, Y/n.” He retorts before cocking a brow at your current state. “I’ll leave you alone, but don’t expect me to open my arms back up to you willingly.” His firm smile scares you, and with that, your ex is out of your sight. Brushing your fingers messily through your hair, the alcohol hits as you find tears rolling down your cheeks. Uncontrollably. 

Ashamed, you decide to leave the crowded room in a panic, turning the corner to see Taehyung fully dressed in sweats. You also spot him flirting with another girl, or so it seemed. He’s twirling her hair with his index finger, laughing lightheartedly with her before he glances over to you from afar. His smile drops before he stands up from the couch, ignoring said girl. Exhaling a laugh in disbelief, you wipe away at the wetness on your cheek before turning your back to Taehyung, walking away from the area to the corridor. Looking over your shoulder, you spot him following from behind, a worried look on his face before you’re opening a random door. To your luck, you’re met with a rather large bathroom and surprisingly, it's empty. Scrambling inside, you shut the door behind you before locking it. Your legs giving away, you’re brought to the floor, curling into your knees before burying your head in your arms as you let the tears fall. “I’m really pathetic.”

“Y/n, are you alright?” A voice, his voice, comes from outside the door, startling you a bit as you’re rushing to wipe away your tears.

“Go away, Taehyung.” You yell, a bit too loud now that you’re head begins to hurt. You’re unsure if its due to all the crying or the alcohol, but a migraine is slowly making its way into hurting you as well.

“Come on, Y/n,” his voice is calm and soothing despite the overbearing music playing in the background, “let’s talk, please?” Sighing, you lift your head off of your knees before weakly standing up. Placing your hand on the door handle, you pause before letting out a deep breath. Wiping any excess tears left on your face, you finally creak the door open a bit to see Taehyung standing in front of you. You’re unable to read his facial expression, but he places a hand on the door before opening his mouth to speak, “Can I come in?” Biting your bottom lip, you nod before stepping away from the door as Taehyung makes his way inside, kicking the door close before locking it. His hands are digging in his pockets as you’re exchanging silent glances at one another. 

“Look, I appreciate it if you’re worried about me but I’m doing fine.” Managing to speak up, you can’t help but still feel awkward in his presence. Cora was right, Taehyung is intimidating. 

“Fine? Then what were those tears about?” Furrowing his brows, he steps closer to you. “It’s not... because of me, is it?”

“No- it’s not because of you Taehyung.” Rubbing your arm, you look away from him for a moment. “I’m just not feeling well.” You lie. What were you supposed to tell him? That after being humiliated by your ex, you walked around to look for Taehyung for comfort but got mad after finding him with another woman? Sighing at the complicated thought, you briefly look back to the puzzled fellow before clearing your throat. “I’m going to go home now, I’ve had enough of this party.” You’re walking over to the door before his arm stops you, turning your attention back to Taehyung.

“When are you going to stop running away?” His voice grows cold, startling you a bit. Using his arm, he pulls you into his embrace. “Y/n, tell me what’s wrong.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you can feel a rise of emotions coming as your eyes become watery. As the migraine finally gets to you, you rest your forehead on his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his frame.

“I’m just tired.” You lie once again. Coward. Feeling his chest rise, he exhales deeply before rubbing your back. Staying in the position for a while, you jump at the loud knock at the door. Looking up, your eyes meet with Taehyung’s before you’re snapping your head at the sound of the knock once more. He pulls away from you, forcing your arms to be removed from him as he goes to open the door. Frowning a bit, you watch as Taehyung converses with another man who’s going on about needing to pee. Signaled by Taehyung, you rush over to him and out into the hall before watching the strange man hurriedly rush into the bathroom. Feeling a hand in yours, you look up to Taehyung who is occupied talking to another man before wincing at the pain in your head. Pursing your lips when his attention is back on you, he smiles warmly.

“Want me to send you home?” His question is assuring to which you nod in response. He leads you through the large house, easily making his way through the entrance and out into the street. It’s dark out, already nightfall, but Taehyung’s presence eases you along with the bright lamp posts lined up along the street. You’re found sitting in the passenger seat of his sleek car, looking out the window before you decide to push down on the button, opening the window slightly. Feeling the cool breeze hit your face, the migraine fades away along with a lot of other negative thoughts on your mind before you turn your head to face Taehyung. He’s focused on driving, giving you enough time to focus your weary eyes on him before he glances over to you, his lips curving into a small smile.

“Taehyung?” You slur before he hums in response. Gulping, you notice his hand resting on the gear stick. On impulse, you snake your hand to his, lifting it off from the gearstick as he allows it. Tracing your fingers over the lines that the veins in his hand made, you intertwine your fingers with his. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“What was that, love?” Unable to hear you due to the open window, Taehyung glances over from his seat to see that you had fallen asleep, a soft smile on your face as your hand stays in his.

Woken up by a soft voice, you’re confused as to where you’re currently at. Your head beginning to spin, you look over to the open door of the car as Taehyung is bent beside you. “Y/n? I’ve brought you home.” Rubbing your eyes, you’re conscious enough to step out of the car, still weak as you stumble before Taehyung catches you. “You live with Namjoon right?” He questions but you’re too focused on your headache. You instinctively walk towards the house before reaching the door, realizing you forgot your keys in your bag, which happened to be in Namjoon’s car. Luckily, due to your clumsy brother, you remember the spare key you had hidden in the pot hanging from above the porch, doing your best to reach for it. Taehyung, amused at your state from behind, decides to help you as he easily reaches for the key above, handing it to you with a smug look on his face. 

“Thanks.” You frown before inserting the key into the hole, turning it to swing the door open. “Home, sweet home.” You yell, taking a step into the house before hearing Taehyung loudly clear his throat.

“Forgetting something?”

Pursing your lips, you turn around to face Taehyung as he’s smiling at you. “Thanks, Taehyung... for everything tonight.” Chuckling softly, he lifts his hand to your face, tucking away the loose hairs behind your ear before licking his lips.

“Goodnight, love.” Making the statement, something about it struck you. Did you really want him to leave? He turns his back to you briefly before walking down the steps, making his way back to the car as you do to your home. Nearly closing the door, you stop before acting on the spur of the moment. 

“Wait-” You shout out before exiting the house, running down the steps and towards him as he falters from entering his car. Turning back to face you, he watches you catch your breath.

“What is it, love?” Raising a brow at your gesture, he leans against his car before you’re stepping a bit closer to him.

“Taehyung, I-” you pause before observing his facial expression, “I just wanted to say goodnight as well.” You blurt aloud, unable to truly speak your mind. Stupid. He’s standing in front of you, a sly smile rising from his lips before you tilt your head in confusion. “What’s with the smile?”

“I just thought that you would, I don’t know, confess to me?” He grins, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Your arms subconsciously wrap around his neck before your face leans closer to his.

“What if I told you I was thinking about it?” Pursing your lips, he scrunches his nose before chuckling. 

“Say it then.” His eyes don’t break away from yours, causing your ears to heat up at the moment.

“I like you.” You speak meekly as he tilts his head, quirking a brow.

“What did you say, love? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said I like you, okay?” You raise your voice before watching his lips turn into a smile. And in an instant, he’s pressing his lips gently against yours. His kissing is different and to your surprise, gentle. Brushing your fingers through his hair, you pull away to breathe as he pecks your lips repeatedly, making you giggle. Lifting you off the ground, Taehyung carries you as you’re holding onto him tightly. He brings you back to the house, letting you down once you’re both inside as you’re holding his hand and guiding him to your room. Turning on your heel, you face the man before he crashes his lips to yours. Shuffling around the room in each other's arms, he pushes you gently onto your bed.

“Strip.” He orders, to which you follow. Removing your loose sundress, it falls to the floor as you’re exposed in your underwear. While kissing you, his free hand wraps around to unclip your bra from behind as he removes it with the other to reveal your breast. Wrapping your legs around his frame, you lay onto the mattress as he’s kissing at your neck. Biting your bottom lip to resist your urge to moan, he glances back up to you before kneading your breast. 

“Taehyung.” His name escapes your lips as he’s pulling down your panties, his slender fingers gliding over your wet slit before he pushes his thumb against your clit. Wincing at the touch, you arch your back as he begins to stimulate your clit.

“There you go, love.” He purrs into your ear, nibbling it as your breath grows heavy when you soon feel his tongue playing with your clit. Moaning aloud at his notion, you inhale sharply when he’s inserting his tongue in and out of you, your fingers combing through his hair while he picks up his speed. “Cum for me.” He whispers as you orgasm, clenching your thighs together before you’re bringing his head up to yours to kiss his lips. "You came so quickly, love.” He grins before getting off the bed to remove his sweats. You're eyeing the bulge in his grey sweats before your eyes widen as he pulls out his member. “Turn over.” Complying, you roll onto your stomach before flinching at his cold touch. “Ass up, love.” Gulping, you raise your hips timidly before he’s forcingly helping you by lifting your butt up. Awaiting his dick, you turn around to see him pull out a condom from the wallet he tosses to the ground, ripping off a bit of the wrapper before he puts on the thin condom. Feeling the tip of his cock rubbing at your slit, you whimper when he only inserts the tip.

“Don’t tease me, Taehyung.” You whimper before he presses his body on top of yours.

“Then what do you want, love?” He whispers in your ear. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What did you say?” He smirks against your neck, nibbling it as you’re licking the corner of your lip.

“Fuck me, Taehyung.” You firmly state to which Taehyung pulls away from your body. His hands gripping to the sides of your hips, he fully inserts into you, making you gasp at his length. Grunting, he’s slowly grinding his hips into you before speeding up. Moaning aloud, you dig your face into the sheets as he begins to pound into you. 

“Shit-” He groans before bucking his hips with every thrust, “you’re so tight, Y/n.” His panting echoes throughout your lone room. 

“Harder.” You moan aloud before he picks up his speed from behind. Hearing his low grunts, you realize you’re about to reach your high before he’s resting his body atop yours, his hands reaching around to play with your breast as he thrusts harder.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He groans as you’re breathing rather harshly. Digging his face into the back of your bare skin, he thrusts his hips into you before you both climax one after another. Feeling his release inside of you, you lose the strength in your body as you lay flat when Taehyung pulls out of you. Throwing away the condom, Taehyung picks you up before properly laying you down in the bed as he pulls the covers over the both of you. Spooning, you’re in Taehyung’s arms before your eyes are lost in his.

“That was amazing.” You whisper before hearing him chuckle lightly. 

“I told you I was good in bed but I remember a certain somebody telling me to basically fuck off.” He states as you roll your eyes, remembering your first encounter with Taehyung.

“Okay, I take my words back.” You slur before he’s running his fingers through your hair. Pressing his lips to your forehead, you’re both laying in silence before falling asleep as the night passes by.

The next day, you wake up due to the reoccurring pain in your head. Rolling around in your bed, you pull up the covers before realizing you’re nude and very much alone. “Taehyung?” Calling out his name, you get no response before you’re feeling anxious. Your eyes barely open, blinded by the strong sunlight coming from behind the blinds, you crawl out of bed before getting up to leave your room. Grabbing your towel on the way out, you leave to walk to the bathroom before feeling the urge to throw up. Rushing to the toilet, you’re cursing to yourself before the toxic liquid is out of your body and into the toilet bowl. Dryly coughing, you wipe away at your mouth before flushing at the toilet and proceeding to take a shower. Taehyung really left? You ponder his disappearance under the steaming hot water, unable to clearly remember the previous night. Making your way to your room right after, you hear the doorbell ring in which you’re wondering who it is. In a rush, you pull out an oversized t-shirt and shorts from your laundry basket of unfolded clothes before wrapping your hair up with a towel. “I’m coming” you groan repeatedly as the doorbell continues to ring annoyingly throughout your home. Swinging the door open, you’re greeted with the familiar boxy smile as he holds up a brown paper bag.

“Good morning, love.” He grins cheekily.

“Taehyung, where’d you go?” You ask, furrowing your brows to which he takes a step into your home, brushing his way past you.

“I went and got breakfast.” You close the door before catching up to Taehyung as he invades your home, making his way into the kitchen before placing the large bag onto the counter. “I bet you’re very hungover, love.” Standing beside him, you anticipate his actions as you’re actually intrigued at the pleasant aroma coming from the bag he’s holding. Frowning at his halt, you look up to Taehyung to see him chuckling.

“Why’d you stop? I’m hungry.” You state before he leans closer to you.

“I just want to make sure I’m not dreaming right now.” He smirks before planting his lips onto yours. Flustered, you freeze in your spot before he pulls away. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you nudge him before yelling at him to continue on what he was previously doing. “Do you have any bowls, love?” Nodding, you walk around Taehyung before opening up a cupboard, taking out two bowls and handing it to him. He splits the brothy content into both bowls before you’re scrunching your nose.

“Pho?” 

“Yea, it’s the best for hangovers,” he nods before handing you your bowl, the visible steam rising from the dish, “trust me, love.” He winks, making you blush and turn away to look for utensils. You’re eating your “breakfast” in silence as you’re both stealing glances at one another. Finished, you place the two bowls into the sink before proceeding to clean them. 

“Love?” Feeling his breath upon the back of your neck, chills are sent down your spine as he hugs you from behind. Occupied with the dishes, you hum in response, doing your best to not melt in his hold. “Did you really mean it when you said you liked me?”

“I- I don’t know.” You clear your throat before feeling his chin dig into the crook of your neck. 

“I like you, Y/n.” Biting your inner cheek at his words, you turn off the faucet before fully turning around to face him. Leaning your back against the sink, Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist.

“Do you really mean that?” You raise a brow as he presses his forehead to yours, nodding.

“Of course I mean it, love.” He whispers before meeting his lips to yours. You bring your hands up to cup his face, tilting your head as he’s passionately kissing you. Swiping his tongue against your lips, you part them, giving him entrance to interact with your tongue. Squeezing your thighs together, you’re startled when the towel, that was previously wrapped around your hair, falls to the ground. Pulling away, breathing rather harshly, you feel Taehyung’s hands reach around to grope your butt. Yelping from the sudden touch, you frown before lightly hitting his chest to which he laughs. He goes in for another kiss, one you’re anticipating, but he stops after hearing the sound of keys jingling. 

“Shit, Joon’s back.” You grumble before breaking out of Taehyung’s hold to walk out of the kitchen. Entering the living room, you spot your exhausted brother being supported by his good friend, Jimin. 

“Y/n, I’m glad you’re feeling better!” He smiles before helping Namjoon into your home. “Your brother told me how you had to leave early yesterday because you weren’t feeling well. Did something-” Jimin pauses, eyeing the movement behind you, “happen?”

Turning around, you notice Taehyung standing directly behind you before you turn back to face Jimin. “I just wasn’t feeling the best, thank you for your concern though Jimin.” Smiling, your eyes are soon on your brother as he breaks free from Jimin’s grasp before he’s plopping onto the large sofa. 

“Y/n? Can you be a dear and please get me something to soothe my alcohol poisoning?” Namjoon groans aloud, his hands on his head before you’re rolling your eyes at him.

“Thank you, Jimin, for looking out for my overdramatic brother.” You laugh before heading over to the cabinet in your kitchen, Taehyung following close behind. Reaching into the upper shelf, you pull out a bottle of Advil before popping two pills into your palm. Turning around, you bump into Taehyung before looking up to see his pout. 

“You didn’t tell me you were close to Jimin?” He whispers. Quirking a brow, you walk around him to grab the clean cup on the dish rack before filling it with water. 

“We’re not that close,” you scrunch your nose before satisfied with the amount of water filled within the cup, turning to face Taehyung, “Jealous?” You smirk before Taehyung frowns, looking away to avoid your eyes. Chuckling, you walk back to the living room before handing your brother the cup of water and Advil. Turning back to face Jimin at the doorway, you give him a reassuring smile.

“Well, I leave Namjoon in your care, Y/n.” He grins before you make your way over to him. “He might be dead for this whole day though, last night was wild.” Jimin winks before opening his arms. Noticing his anticipated face, you can’t help but laugh lightly before going in for a hug. “Don’t let Taehyung fool you, Y/n.” Surprised when he whispers quietly in your ear, he pulls away before his hand is on the handle of the door, his foot already out of the door.

“I’ll see you later, Y/n.” He smiles before looking past you. “Taehyung.” He nods to the man standing behind you. Confused at their interaction, Jimin smiles back at you before he’s leaving your house. Once he leaves, you spin around to eye Taehyung. 

“What was that about?” You tilt your head in confusion, arms crossed. Giving you a soft smile, he pats your head before pecking your lips.

“I have to go, love.” He walks past you and in an instant, he’s out of your house and in his car. Still confused, you watch him leave your driveway before closing the front door, turning around to the unpleasing sight of your brother. 

“Joon, just how much did you drink last night?” You sigh before walking up to him, grabbing the blanket kept in your living room to cover half of your brother’s long body. Laughing, you can’t help but capture the moment with your phone before you’re off to clean up whatever mess was made in your bedroom last night. 

 ...

“Taehyung, for the last time, if you’re going to be here, I need peace and quiet please.” You raise your voice to the unbothered fellow sprawled across your bed. It was the last day of spring break and you had just realized you forgot about the reading test you were to take the next day when you return back to school. So, you’re found at your desk while Taehyung had decided to come over to your house and bother you. 

“Say, can’t we do something fun for the last day of spring break love?” Taehyung asks, not looking away from the game on his phone. Sighing, you glance over to the lazed man on your bed before focusing back on your book.

“No, I have to finish reading Hamlet otherwise I’m screwed for my literature test tomorrow.”

“But, can’t you just Sparknotes the book? It’s faster and easier.” Taehyung remarks, annoying you as you set your book down to fully face the man.

“I can not just Sparknotes Hamlet, Tae.” You huff before he sits up from the bed. “You have to read the whole book in its text in order to understand and grasp the concepts, love.” Turning back to your book, you hear him chuckle before the bed squeaks, indicating Taehyung’s up on his feet and now standing behind you.

“At least read a bit out loud for me then,”  Taehyung whispers in your ear from behind. Gulping, you ignore his request before feeling his breath tickle your skin. “Please, love?” Turning your head to see his puppy eyes, you sigh before looking back at your book.

“Larded all with sweet flowers, Which bewept to the ground did not go with true-love showers.” You read aloud, lifting your book up for Taehyung’s eyes to see.

“How do you do, pretty lady?” Taehyung cuts you off with the next line. Unable to hide your smile, you continue. 

“Well, God'ield you! They say the owl was a baker’s daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table.” You speak before feeling Taehyung nibble at your ear. “Your turn, Tae.” You whisper as he groans, moving away from your ear to speak.

“Conceit upon her father.” Taehyung quickly says before continuing his previous action. Rolling your eyes, you focus back on the text, doing your best to avoid his neediness as his arms hug you from behind.

“Pray you, let’s have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say you this.” You finish your sentence but you notice his hand snake to your inner thigh, groping it as you’re biting at your bottom lip.

“Keep reading, love.” He whispers in your ear. Nodding, you clear your throat before continuing your words.

“Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day, all in the morning betime. And I a maid at your window, to be your Valentine.” You read aloud before he lifts the band of your shorts, inserting his hand into your pants as his fingers find your clothed clit. Wincing at his pinch, you bite your bottom lip before continuing, “Then up he rose, and donned his clothes, and dupped the chamber door-” Closing your eyes when he’s rubbing circles around your clit, you throw your head back into his chest as he places kisses on your jaw. Your breath grows heavy when he picks up his speed.

“What are you doing, love? I didn’t say you could stop reading.” He says coldly to which you purse your lips. Opening your eyes, you turn to face Taehyung as he’s smug. Frowning, you turn back to the book in your shaky hands before parting your lips to speak.

“Let in the maid that out a maid, never departed more-” Gasping when you feel Taehyung insert a finger into you, you’re gripping the book tightly. He’s placing wet kisses on your neck and sucking away while you throw your head back. “Taehyung.” You moan aloud before feeling him dig his finger deeper into you, hitting your G-spot. Covering your mouth with your other hand, in hopes of covering your loud moans from Namjoon to hear, you subconsciously spread your legs wider as he’s pushing his finger in and out of you.

“Cum for me, baby,” Taehyung speaks in a low tone, speeding up as you reach your climax, squirting through your shorts as he chuckles. “Looks like we have a squirter here.” Your hand falls from your mouth as your now weak, panting rather harshly as he pulls out his fingers from inside of you. Using his other hand, he grabs your chin, turning your head to face him as he kisses your lips. Removing his hand from your chin, Taehyung lifts the book up before clearing his throat loudly.

“Pretty Ophelia.” He grins to which you’re frowning, finally noticing the mess you made. Taking the book out of his hands, you set it aside before standing up weakly from your chair.

“Great, now I have to clean this all up.” You turn back to Taehyung, pouting as he squishes your cheeks together.

“Hey, at least now we know you’re a squirter love.” He smirks before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your ears heat up before you’re removing his hand from your face.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You blurt before rushing out of your room and into the hall. While hiding in the bathroom, you notice your soaked underwear and shorts, sighing before you grab a dry towel from the small closet. Making it back to your room, you’re furrowing your brow when you see Taehyung back on your bed, playing the same annoying game he was before as if nothing had happened. With his back to you, you use the chance to change out of your soaked clothes and into fresh sweats before cleaning up the wet mess with the dry towel. Amidst your hard work, you hear a slight snore come from the direction of your bed, snapping your head to it when it becomes louder. Chuckling lightly, you walk over to Taehyung once you’re finished cleaning up. 

“You quote Romeo and Juliet yet, you don’t know Hamlet?” Raising a brow, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand, waiting for Taehyung to hand you your book back. He sighs before sliding your book back to you, slumping back into his seat.

“Come on Y/n, no one knows about Hamlet,” Taehyung states, making you roll your eyes, “besides, there’s nothing romantic about Hamlet, unlike Romeo and Juliet.” 

“I beg to differ since there are some Hamlet and Ophelia moments.” Shrugging, you place your bookmark into your book before closing it.

“Yea but will it even top Leonardo Dicaprio as Romeo?” He quirks a brow before breaking out into a laugh.

“I bet you’ve never even read Romeo and Juliet,” you retort before packing away your things, “do you even know how the story ends?” He pauses before sitting up in his seat, glancing away before meeting you with a smile.

“Of course I know what happens, a tragic ending it was.” His smile widens before he stands from his seat, walking over to stand behind you. “Now, Y/n, I want to talk about something else.”

“Changing the topic, are we?” You frown before feeling a cold touch at the side of your arms.

“Why didn’t you meet me at the fountain?” Taehyung whispers from behind, his lips practically brushing against your ear. Biting your bottom lip, you turn around and face him.

“I simply forgot.” You squint before picking up your bag, standing up from your chair and walking away from the small corner. Taehyung follows behind, his hands in his pockets before he picks up from the previous conversation.

“Yes, but you didn’t seem to forget about the party the previous day either.” He remarks making you sigh and stop in place. 

“Cora told me about it yesterday. so I decided to go-” turning to face him, he bumps into you before you lose balance, feeling yourself begin to fall. Tightly shutting your eyes, you feel an arm wrap around your waist, holding you while you’re leaned back.

“Y/n, can you get up so people can stop looking at us?” Opening your eyes, you look around to see people staring at your current situation. Clearing your throat, you stand onto your two feet before brushing yourself off.

“Thanks, Taehyung.” You purse your lips before nudging him. Upon hearing whispering, you’re practically speedwalking out of the library, currently embarrassed.

“What was that about love? Were you hoping for a kiss?” Taehyung chuckles before chasing after you. You walk past the fountain before feeling a tug at your wrist, twirling you around to meet his gorgeous face. 

“What are you doing Taehyung?” You scrunch your nose out of confusion. He grins before bringing his other hand to caress the side of your face.

“Meeting you at the fountain.” Gulping, you glance to the side, noticing how the water glistened as the fountain was running. Sighing, you take a step away from the man before taken aback at how he pulls you closer. “You’re not running away from me this time, love.”

“Taehyung, stop-” You meekly speak, avoiding his eyes by looking towards the ground. 

“Y/n.” His voice was soothing as he lifted your chin with his finger, your eyes finding his. He slowly brings his face closer before you glance to the side, noticing how others watch you two as your face begins to flush red. Gently pushing his chest, you inhale sharply before squeaking.

“I have to... go.” Giving him one last look, you notice him lick his lips before you turn on your heel, walking away from him. You rush back home, quickly greeting Namjoon before heading straight to your room. Heated, you're in bed overly thinking about your interaction with Taehyung. “Don’t fall for another man, Y/n. It’s not worth another heartbreak.” You mutter to yourself before sitting up from your bed, sighing deeply.

...

Once the weekend comes around, you’re found back at the Alpha Sigma Phi mansion, in the back kitchen to be exact. You’re rushing back in forth between the island and oven, placing sheets of cookie dough into the oven for it to bake. This all started when Namjoon approaches you to ask for a favor.

“Hey, Y/n? Do you think you can help bake cookies for Jimin’s frat fundraiser?” Joon asks, making you pause from your reading and look up from the book.

“A cookie fundraiser?” You scrunch your nose as your brother nods.

“I would help but cooking isn’t my forte.” He laughs dryly before you shake your head, reminded of his burnt “masterpieces”.

“Fine, I’ll help,” you groan, “but what do I get in return?”

“Dozens of leftover cookies, for free to be exact.” Namjoon grins as you roll your eyes before laughing.

“I guess that’ll do.”

Rushing, you place an exact amount of cookies into a goodie bag before tying it up, placing it gently in a tray before seeing Jimin walk through the door. You can’t help but notice his slim, but built figure as he’s simply wearing a tucked-in white shirt and black jeans.

“How are we doing back here, Y/n?” He’s grinning, holding a clipboard in hand.

“I think we’re doing alright. Just recently put a new batch into the oven. How are we doing out there?” You ask before he chuckles.

“There are a lot more people than what we expected,” Jimin breathes deeply, lifting up a couple of his sheets before looking back up to you, “barely anyone shows up to our cookie fundraisers, I wonder why today?” Both shrugging to one another, you’re called for by another helper before sighing. “I guess this is my cue to go.” Jimin smiles sheepishly before you nod. He waves you goodbye before heading out, as you do the same, getting back to help out. After a good hour passes by, you’re told by another that you’re finally on break. You head towards the back of the large mansion, making your way to the patio and to your surprise, it’s empty. 

“I guess everyone’s busy at the front of the house.” Standing alone, you’re drawn to the large pool before walking over to it. “I guess dipping my feet for a bit won’t hurt.” 

Taking off your shoes, you place it aside before seating yourself at the ledge of the pool, dipping your feet into the cool water. Smiling to yourself, you look up into the cloudy sky, glad you wore shorts before feeling the wind lightly push against your skin as you slowly paddle your feet in the crystal clear water.

Sighing deeply, you’re ready to leave before someone sits beside you, dipping their feet into the water. 

“Something on your mind?” Surprised, you turn your head to see Jimin seated next to you. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just stressed with school lately.” You clear your throat before putting on a smile. 

“Alright, just making sure.” He grins before lifting his head, closing his eyes as the sun shines on his face. Gulping, you couldn’t help but awkwardly stare at his glowing face before he peaks to you with one eye. “Watching me in awe, Y/n?” 

“No.” You blurt before looking away, hiding your tinted pink face. Hearing him laugh, you can’t help but be curious as to what his next move is, so you turn your head slightly to check on him. Your eyes widen as his face is unexpectedly close to yours. 

“Are you watching me in awe now, Y/n?” He smirks as you’re now holding your breath. His hand wraps around your waist before he opens his mouth to speak once again. “Do you have your phone with you?”

Subconsciously, you shake your head before realizing his words, pulling your head back to see him slyly smiling. “Do I what?”

“Good.” He’s grinning, and before you realize, Jimin pulls you into the pool. Making it to the surface, you wipe away the water from your face before being held in Jimin’s arms.

“What was that for?” You frown, subconsciously wrapping your arms and legs around the man as he supports you.

“I was just trying to make you less stressed, Y/n.” He smiles before you splash him with water, a laugh coming out from you soon after. “Oh, it’s payback time.” He furrows his brow, making you let go of him and swim away in excitement. He’s chasing after you, splashing you as much as you can, while you do the same back. Catching your hand. he pulls you closer to him as his other hand rests on your lower back. You catch your breath as he leans closer. Tilting his head, he brushes his lips against yours before stopping at the voice of someone calling your name.

“Y/N! You’re back on duty.” Namjoon calls out from the patio, making you step away from Jimin. 

“I’ll be there in a bit.” Shouting back, you face back to Jimin before clearing your throat.

“Go ahead, I’ll be there shortly since my break is over as well.” He softly smiles before letting go of you. Biting your bottom lip, you listen to him. After getting out of the pool you realize how cold the breeze actually was but before walking away, you hear Jimin whisper, “meet me in my room for some spare clothes.” Smiling to yourself, you make your way back to the patio as Namjoon looks at you with wide eyes.

“What the hell were you doing in the pool?” Your brother’s slight aggression angers you as you push past him. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“To get a spare change of clothes.” You grunt, opening your arms to sarcastically show your brother that you were drenched. Namjoon groans before walking into the house from behind you, telling you to hurry up as orders increased. 

You’re now found in Jimin’s lone room, waiting for the man who almost kissed you in the pool. Ignoring the fact that you were freezing, due to being drenched and the air conditioning being turned on, you turn to face the door as it opens and closes quickly. Meeting Jimin’s eyes, he slowly makes his way over to stand in front of you. After some silence is exchanged with one another, you’re both completely kissing each other passionately. His hands were supporting you from the back as you cupped both sides of his cheeks, tilting your head as he presses his lips against yours harder. What seems like forever comes to an end when you picture his girlfriend, Aika, who sweetly greeted you the other day.

Pulling away, you avoid his eyes before taking a step back, “Jimin, stop.” Confused at your action at first, he sighs before agreeing. 

“Right, let me get you some clothes.” He goes into his closet, disappearing for a couple of minutes before greeting you in a new set of clothes. “Here you go. I’ll leave you to change alone but when you’re done, it’s time to work again.” He softly chuckles before heading out, waving you goodbye yet again. Biting your inner cheek, you can’t help but feel guilty at what had just happened. Jimin has a girlfriend and yet, you’re making out with him in his bedroom. Shaking your head at the thought, you choose to forget it, changing as quickly as possible before heading back into the kitchen, only to get scolded by Namjoon. The fundraiser event is long, but you’re somehow enjoying it. After packing the last goodie bag, you stretch your arms out before Jimin and Namjoon walk into the kitchen together.

“And we’re done with the event! Thank you all for coming out to help, we couldn’t have done it without you guys.” Jimin exclaims as others cheer joyfully. Smiling, Jimin makes eye contact with you before you look away shyly.

“Feel free to take some cookies home because surprisingly, we have some leftovers.” Namjoon laughs, along with everyone else before they began to clean up. Walking over to the rather large closet, you squint, searching for the countertop spray before noticing it was on the highest shelf. Sighing, you stand on the balls of your feet, doing your best to reach before a hand reaches out further, grabbing it away from you. Frowning, you turn to find Jimin cornering you in the closet. 

“Jimin, we can’t do this.” You sigh before he straightens himself out. 

“Do what? I’m just helping you out, Y/n.” He smirks, handing you the spray bottle as you scrunch your nose.

“Well, if that’s all, then thank you Jimin” You retort before walking past him, quite disappointed that he didn’t bring up the current situation. After heading back to the others, the cleanup job is done as everyone begins to head home. Sending people off, you’re one of the last to leave as you did come to the event with Namjoon. 

“Thank you both. Without you two, I wouldn’t have known what to do with the overbearing orders today.” Jimin chuckles as you’re standing in front of the entrance, Namjoon by your side. With a smile, Jimin goes in to give your brother a hug. Inhaling sharply, knowing it your turn next, Jimin makes his way over to you before you’re wrapped around his arms, warm in his hold. Pulling away, Jimin grins to you both before Namjoon tugs at your shirt, hurrying you along. Without exchanging words, you give Jimin a firm smile before exiting the house, rushing to Namjoon’s car with the basket of cookies in your hand.

“What were you doing in the pool anyways, Y/n?” Namjoon curiously asks as you’re looking out the window.

“I just wanted to take a dip into the pool.” Your voice is soft as you partially lie.

“Okay, but it could’ve waited until after the event.” He sighs.

The fact that Namjoon doesn’t bring up Jimin surprises you, meaning that he couldn’t have seen Jimin there in the pool with you. You’re now wondering if your little interaction with Jimin had even happened. Brushing your fingers over your lips, you could only imagine what Jimin would have done next and how it could’ve caused much more problems in the future. Quiet throughout the whole car ride, you make it back home, hoping your small headache goes away.

The next day, you’re back at the library, doing your best to cram for your math exam with Cora by your side. After going over the study guide, given by your dear professor, Cora sighs before resting her head on the table.

“What’s the point of studying if I’m bound to fail the test anyway?” She whines before you chuckle, marking up the paper. 

“Come on, have hope, my friend.” You nudge her gently before placing the sheets of paper in your folder. “Let’s get going, yea?”

Hearing her sigh once again, Cora lazily gets up before straightening her back, eyes wide as she spots something from a distance.

“Hey, Y/n, do you happen to know a handsome fellow named Taehyung?” Cora asks, her voice changing into a whisper. 

“I guess so, why?” You hum, not looking away from packing your things, you feel her tug at your shirt, dividing your attention to face her.

“Looks like he’s coming over here?” Cora tilts her head in confusion before you peak from beside her, eyeing Taehyung making his way over to you. 

“Okay, now it’s really time to go.” You urge, quickly placing your things in your bag as Cora agrees, packing up as well. Standing up, you’re brought to a stop as Taehyung as standing in front of you, halting you from leaving the small corner.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?” 

“Class.” Giving him a short and simple answer, he frowns before eyeing your friend.

“Cora, I didn’t know you hang out with Y/n?” He’s raising a brow before you realize that your friend is practically hiding behind you.

“Is there a problem with that?” Cora grumbles before Taehyung defeatedly raises his hands.

“Nothing’s wrong with that, Cora.” He spites, making you quirk a brow. You’re all standing in awkward silence before you break it with a sigh.

“Look, we have an exam to take,” you take Cora’s hand before walking around the still man, “if you want to talk, meet me at the fountain later.” You mock him before seeing a smirk light up from his face. Dragging Cora behind you, you walk away from Taehyung without looking back until you’re out of the library.

“Well, that was awkward.” Cora states as you’re both stopped in place. Letting go of her hand, you take a deep breath before tucking the loose hairs scratching your face behind your ear.

“Want to tell me why you’re afraid of Taehyung?” 

“What, afraid?” She scoffs before folding her arms. “I’m not afraid of that... intimidating man.” She nervously laughs before rubbing her nape. Raising a brow, you tilt your head trying to prompt her to speak.

“Fine, yes- I’m quite afraid of that man.” She groans before rolling her eyes.

“Why?”

“Why not? Despite his good looks, he’s a very greedy man and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants,” She pouts before linking her arm with yours. “Now, forget about him, let’s just get this exam over with and celebrate with pizza later!” Cora exclaims before dragging you along, heading straight to class to take the horrific exam.

As time passes, you’re shifting in your seat due to the uncomfortable cushion beneath you. Eyeing the clock, you rush the last few strokes from your pencil before flipping your test over, getting up from your seat and handing it over to your professor. Catching Cora’s attention, you point out into the hall, assuring her you’d wait for her as she nods silently. While waiting in the quite empty hallway, you notice a window propped open from afar, intriguing you as you walk over to it. Looking out from it, you happen to notice Taehyung sitting on the ledge of the fountain before meeting his eyes, a smile emitting from his lips as he walks over to you. Panicking, you glance back to your classroom door as it swings open hoping for Cora to walk out, but to your disappointment, she doesn’t.

“Love?” Taehyung’s soft voice startles you a bit, making you sharply turn your head to face him. 

“Please stop scaring me.” You frown before he laughs.

“Sorry,” he apologizes before calming down, resting upon the window sill, “I thought we were supposed to meet in front of the fountain?” He quirks a brow, making you look away to avoid his eyes.

“I just finished taking my test and now I’m waiting for-” You’re cut off as Taehyung gently cups your cheek, making you directly face him, “Cora.”

“Did she say anything about me?” Oddly, his calming voice made you nervous.

“She’s just... intimidated by you, I guess.” You’re very breathy as he moves his hand to rest on the side of your face, subconsciously nuzzling into it. 

“Y/n, why did you run away from me the other day?” Despite the glass stuck between you both, he’s quite close to you, his face closing in as his lips plant soft kisses on your cheek, trailing down to the open skin of your neck.

“I didn’t run.” You whisper, gulping as he begins to nibble onto your neck.

“Liar.” He chuckles, looking up to meet your dazed eyes before bringing his face to yours. “I’m willing to bet you’ll run away again once Cora comes out here.” 

“What do you want from me, Taehyung?” You look away once again to avoid his eyes before hearing him chuckle. He removes his hand from your face, humming as he thinks.

“I want you, love.” He finally speaks. Taken aback, you purse your lips before bringing your hand up to poke his nose. 

“You’ll have to try much harder if you want me then.” You tease him before watching Taehyung smirk. He catches your hand though, pulling it towards him before he places a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

“I’ll see you later then, love.” He grins before releasing your hand, walking away with his eyes on you before he turns a corner, vanishing from your sight.

“You know I saw all of that, right?” Clearing her throat, you turn to see Cora standing outside the room door with her arms crossed. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for all of that, Y/n?” Glancing back to the window, you face Cora before walking over to her.

“I don’t know what just happened.” Biting your bottom lip, Cora sighs before linking her arm once again with yours. 

"Oh, hey Y/n.” Your older brother, Namjoon, casually greets you with a smile. Furrowing your brows, you notice him occupied at the sink before shrieking at the sight. 

“Joon! What are you doing!?” You walk over to the sink, turning off the cold water to notice the scorched pan. Sharply turning your head to your brother, he laughs before patting your shoulder.

“Look, before you get mad at me I just want to say,” he pauses making you raise a brow, “I’m sorry Y/n.” He blurts before running away, making you scowl at his cowardness. Groaning, you turn back to the mess before sighing. After some time, you’re able to remove most of the burnt marks before throwing the pan in the dishwasher. 

“Joon, you better have a good explanation as to why you almost burnt our house down!” Yelling aloud, you prop open the window in your kitchen, letting the cool air in to refresh your house. Hearing the door open, assuming it was his room door, he sighs in defeat, making his way to the kitchen.

“Okay, I was trying to cook a meal for my girlfriend but obviously, it didn’t turn out well.” He spoke quietly as you were calming yourself down by washing the extra dishes. 

“From now on, please just order food.” Pleading, you rinse the last plate before setting it aside. After drying your hands, you face your brother to see his hopeless face before laughing. 

“What? I was really trying to be the romantic hero my girlfriend needed and cook up a meal for her.” He proclaims making you scrunch your nose.

“Joon, do you even know what a romantic hero is? Literary-wise?” Leaning your back against the sink, you fold your arms awaiting his answer. He bites his inner cheek, thinking quietly before you interrupt him. “Anywho, now that our one and only good pan is ruined, I’ll need to head to the store.” You roll your eyes before lifting yourself off of the sink ledge, making your way to Namjoon with open palms.

“What?” He asks, looking up at you from his seat then back at your hands. 

“Card please,” you smiled, looking at your foolish brother with doe eyes, “since, you know, you did ruin the pan.” Scoffing, he frowns before pulling out his wallet, placing his credit card in your palms as you thank him. 

“Just don’t spend it recklessly like last time- oh and since you’re going to the store, get me some of that cinnamon swirl bread.” He reminds you as you nod, soon heading to your room for a change of clothes.

...

“Now, where is Namjoon’s bread?” Biting your lower lip, you’re stuck in the middle of the bread aisle at your local grocery store. Squinting your eyes, you scan each shelf quickly before giving up. “Sorry Joon, guess I ain’t getting your bread.” You laugh to yourself before jumping at the sudden touch on your shoulder. 

“Excuse me, ma'am, are you looking for something?” A soft voice calls out. Turning around, you’re met with a younger boy, seemingly in high school. Giving him a smile, you release the tension in your muscles before speaking to him.

“Actually, yes! Do you happen to see a cinnamon swirl type of bread here?” Turning back to the shelf, you squint once again, unable to find the bread your brother loved. Hearing the younger male hum, he brushes beside you and easily grabs a loaf, which happened to be on the highest shelf, before handing it to you. 

“Here you go, ma’am.” He takes a few steps back and that’s when you notice how tall the boy actually is. You also notice that he looks quite familiar, but you forget the thought, only to thank him instead. “If that’s all, I’ll get going now.” He shyly smiles as you nod, watching him take a few steps away before stopping in his tracks to pull out his phone. From the start, the boy was clearly trying to end the conversation in order to stay focused during his job but he pauses at one point, dropping his hand from his ear and fully turning his body. “Bro, what are you doing here?”

Curious, you turn your head to the direction the youngin is looking at only for your eyes to widen. It was the same strange man from earlier. He was a couple of feet away, thankfully occupied by the items on the shelf he was looking at, giving you enough time to make your escape. Your ears red, you automatically turn your face towards the other direction, doing your best to walk away with your filled-up shopping basket. Sure that you were out of their sight, you take a deep breath before checking your basket, making sure you have everything you need. “To think I’d meet that weirdo here.” You muttered before taking a spot in line at the self-checkout.

“Talking about me, love?” Startled once again, you glance back to be greeted by a smile. Gulping, you quickly face forward before ignoring the man’s words. “I never introduced myself. I’m Taehyung.” Choosing to ignore his words again, you take a couple steps forward as the line begins to shorten. “Can I at least get your name?”

Sighing, you look up from the ground to see an open register, walking straight to it. Setting your basket down, you glance back to the man waiting in line, obviously impatient as he taps his foot on the group. A smile slightly arising from your lips, you focus back on checking out the items in your basket. Swiping Joon’s credit card, you put it away in your purse before cursing at the amount of bags you’re bound to carry. Carefully lifting up the heavy bags, a larger hand brushes against yours, taking them away to hold.

“Look, Taehyung was it?” You frown, finally meeting eyes with him as he nods with a grin on his face. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but I would like to be left alone please.”

“Let me get your name first.” He firmly says making you scrunch your nose. Trying to walk past him, he doesn’t budge, making you frustrated.

“Fine. It’s Y/n.” You grumble, glaring at the man. “Happy?” 

“Very.” His smile widens making you furrow your brows in confusion. Shaking your head, you push your way past him and continue to make your way out of the store as he follows from behind. 

Unlocking the trunk to your car, you stop in place before facing the man in an instant, folding your arms. “Do you want something from me? We've never interacted or talked before so why are you acting so friendly with me?”

“What’s wrong with trying to make a friend?” He tilts his head with a slight smirk.

“Okay, but when you talk to someone for the first time, you don't mention how good you are at fucking.” Frustrated, you raise your voice a bit, only to hear him laugh. 

“I was just stating a fact about myself,” he calms down before walking towards you, “no need to get mad, love.” Licking his lips, he lifts his hand to tuck the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, soon leaning in to whisper. “Tomorrow, 5pm. Meet me at the fountain located in front of the library.” Pulling away, he opens the trunk to your car and places the bags of groceries he had been holding inside. 

“What if I don’t want to meet you tomorrow?” You blurt aloud, soon biting your bottom lip at his silence. He takes a step closer to you, practically forcing you to notice his features up close. His brows were bold, despite being hidden behind his messy bangs. Looking down to his lips, they were tinted beautifully but you frown after seeing how dry they were. 

“See you tomorrow, Y/n.” He slyly smiles, poking your nose before he walks away. Biting your inner cheek, your eyes follow the man until he suddenly disappears after a large truck passes by, making you sigh and close the trunk to your car. During the car ride home, you can’t help but think of the attractive man. 

“He’s just a pervert.” You thought to yourself, shaking your head to get rid of the thought of him. Making it back home, you bring in the heavy bags of groceries before giving Namjoon his card back, heading straight to your room afterward.

The next day, after all your classes, you’re cautiously walking around campus in hopes of not bumping into Taehyung and his jerk friends. Peeking out from the door of the main building, you sigh before walking out of the building and down the steps. “Y/n!” Hearing a voice call you from behind, you turn around and see your table buddy from math class chase after you. Stopping in your tracks, you walk towards the exhausted girl as she catches her breath. “You’re such a fast walker.” She pants, making you apologize. 

“Did you want something from me though?” You ask as she shakes her head.

“You forgot this in class,” she says before handing you your calculator, “I know how expensive these things are, so just make sure you don’t leave it sitting around next time!” Mentally facepalming yourself, you stow your calculator away in your bookbag before turning to face your table buddy as your lips curl into a soft smile. 

“Thank you so much, Cora! I really appreciate it.” After thanking her, you ask what her daily plans are, wondering if she would be down to have a study session for your next math exam some time. Grinning, she agrees with the idea before you’re both exchanging phone numbers.

“Say, Y/n, do you happen to live on campus?” She asks, making you quirk a brow. 

“I commute actually,” you sigh before looking back at Cora, “why?”

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you were going to the socializing event happening later this evening.” You could tell she was slightly disappointed, a pout forming on her lips. Scrunching your nose, you take her hand in yours.

“Well, if you're going to be there, then I guess I could stop by later.” You assure, making her squeal in excitement.

“Thank you Y/n, you won't regret coming by!” She’s now grinning from ear to ear, practically jumping in place. “I’ll even introduce you to a couple of my friends later tonight.” Only able to smile at her excitement, she pulls her phone out to look at the time before fleeing, yelling out that she would text you the details later before walking away. Second-guessing yourself, your smile fades as you’re overthinking the situation. 

“Why did you say that, Y/n? You don’t even like socializing in general.” You mumble to yourself before walking away as people begin to side-eye you. Making it to your car, you let out a sigh of relief, relaxing your muscles as you’re ready to just relax. Laid back, you can’t help but feel as though you’re missing something. Frustrated that you can’t remember, you shrug off the thought and head straight home to get ready for this “social event”.

...

It’s now 8pm as you are woken up by the loud commotion coming from outside your room. Groaning, you yelp at the pain in your back, cursing to yourself. Heading outside into the hallway, you make your way to the bathroom in hopes of peeing, only to find Namjoon fumbling around in a rush. “Where are you going?” Leaning against the door frame, your tired eyes are fixated on your brother styling his hair.

“I’m going to a-”

“Let me guess, social event?” Cutting him off, he nods in response before washing his hands. 

“Yea, I actually have to go and help out. You going?” Turning to face you, you shrug in response to his question. “Well, I’m heading out now. If you actually plan on coming, lock the house up and text me when you get there.” Watching him leave the house, you sigh before heading back to the bathroom to finish your business. You also spend the next hour perfecting your makeup before getting a text from Cora, explaining that the house the event was held at was already packed with people. She also sends you the address right as you’re changing into an off the shoulder top and ripped jeans, slipping on your shoes before heading out to start your car.

Arriving at said location, you’re shocked at how big it is before you park on the street, hearing the loud trap music from outside the mansion. Shivering at the cold night, you rush into the house before pulling out your phone to text Joon and Cora. 

“How can I help you, doll?” Greeted by a charming man, you purse your lips, not knowing what to say.

“I, uh-”

“Jimin, I’ve got this.” Turning to the side, you relax as Namjoon walks up to you. “So, you finally decided to turn up?” He raises a brow, making you laugh before nudging him in the side.

“Are you not going to introduce me to the beautiful lady presented in front of me, Namjoon?” The charming man catches your attention as your cheeks slightly tint pink. As Namjoon scorns at his words, you roll your eyes before holding out your hand.

“I apologize for my brother.” You retort, glaring slightly at Namjoon before focusing your attention back to the charming man. “I’m Y/n.”

“Jimin.” He simply says before taking a hold of your hand, shaking it lightly. After pulling his hand away, he tilts his head before raising a brow. “Namjoon never told me he had a pretty sister.” 

“I don’t know, Y/n’s not that pretty.” Namjoon jokes, making you click your tongue in annoyance. “She’s actually a nerdy bookworm, believe it or not.” Laughing, Jimin walks to your side before placing his hand softly on the lower part of your back.

“I think you’re quite beautiful, Y/n.” He smiles assuringly, making your ears burn up. “How about I give you a tour? This is the Alpha Sigma Phi after all, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.” Licking your lips, he closes in to whisper in your ear. “I’d remember a pretty face like yours.” His words tingled against your skin, sending chills down your spine. Despite the loud music and chatter distracting you, Jimin’s words were quite clear. Gulping, you avoid his eyes, turning your face to see a familiar face from a distance.

“Y/n! You made it.” Cora exclaimed, making her way over to you. She casually waves to Namjoon and Jimin, making you raise a brow in confusion. “Sorry boys but I’m taking this gal with me.” She grins before taking a hold of your wrist, pulling you away from Jimin to stand beside her.

“Yes, take my sister and teach her a couple of social skills please.” Namjoon pleads, making you frown as Cora turns to face you.

“Joonie is your brother?!” Scrunching your nose at the scent of alcohol coming from your friend, you nod in response.

“Looks like Joon doesn’t talk about me much.” You squint to your brother as he winks to you. Rolling your eyes, you notice a few other men come up to both Namjoon and Jimin, talking with them before they break out into laughter. They were then asked, from what you heard, to head to the kitchen for shots. Saying their goodbyes, your eyes meet with Jimin’s.

“I guess I’ll have to give you a tour another time.”  He smiled warmly before turning away to walk into the crowd of people. 

“Dreamy, isn’t he?” Cora remarks as you nod subconsciously. “Sorry to burst your bubble Y/n, but he already has a girlfriend.” Sighing, you look over to your friend.

“I’m not surprised to hear that, though.” You chuckle before changing the topic, “I thought you said this was a socializing event? This is your basic Friday night party.” 

“To be honest, Y/n, you didn’t seem like the type to go out to parties, so I slightly changed the term.” She nervously laughs, taking a hold of your hand and apologizing soon after.

“Well, I never said I hated parties, did I?” Pressing your lips into a firm smile, you look around before focusing back onto Cora. “Let’s take a look at how big this place actually is.” Convinced, Cora practically drags you along through the crowd of people, soon meeting up with her own group of friends and introducing you.

As they’re gleefully conversing with one another, you can’t help but awkwardly stand aside, watching them laugh. SIghing, you glance to the right only to make out a set of enticing eyes watching over you. Taehyung. You had forgotten his request from the other day. Despite him being quite far from you, he’s noticeable and soon, walking over to you. In a panic, you turn to Cora, trying to gain her attention.

“Hey, I’m going to find a bathroom,” you point in a different direction as Cora nods, “I’ll be back quick.” Walking away from Cora’s group of friends, you glance back to see Taehyung out of sight. Biting your inner cheek, you continue onwards, doing your best to push through the crowd of people.

Because of how huge the house was, you’re lost, finding yourself down a large corridor. Pursing your lips, you take your chances, knocking upon a random door. Pressing your ear against it, you’re met with silence, turning the knob slowly before peeking inside. “Anyone in here?” You ask, gulping as you fully open the door. The room was filled with darkness and to your surprise, untouched. Stepping into the room, you close the door behind you. Sighing of relief, you make your way deeper into the large room before eyeing the framed pictures hanging upon the wall. 

After observing the pictures, you recognize the faces in them, figuring out that you were currently in Jimin’s room. “Makes sense that the charming man suits the charming room.” You smirk. The room was completely quiet, despite the loud music playing from outside, and yet, you were at peace. Taking a deep breath, you sit on the bed to relax your aching feet before hearing the doorknob turn.

“Oh, Y/n? What are you doing in my room?” Jimin asks, his words sounding slurred. He stumbles, making you stand from his bed as he walks towards you.

“I- I just wanted to take a break.” You nervously laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as Jimin is now standing in front of you. Chuckling, he’s looking you in the eye, making you awkwardly look away. The smile on his face fades before his hand reaches to the side of your face, gently caressing it. Flustered at his touch, he drops his hand before plopping onto the bed and laying on his back. Raising a brow in confusion, you face back to the man, taking notice of how serene he looks while asleep. Gulping, you slowly walk away in hopes of not waking up the fellow before feeling a tug at your wrist.

“Don’t go.” Meeting his weary eyes, he licks his lips before pulling you onto the bed. You’re now found lying down beside the buzzed man, stiff as a stick. It feels like an hour before you hear a slight snore coming from the man, indicating that he’s fast asleep. Doing your best, you prop your self up with your hand before it slips, your face now closer to his. 

“Jimin, are you in there? You hear Namjoon’s voice calling from the other side of the door. Cursing to yourself, you steadily get off the bed before tiptoeing to another door, opening it up to a bathroom. Hearing the doorknob turn, you swiftly step into the bathroom before quickly closing the door. Keeping your back against the door, you hear Namjoon starting to complain to the sleeping fellow.

“My dude, you gotta at least send some people out of here before knocking out.” Your brother remarks before you hear Jimin groan. From what you can hear, they’re practically arguing with one another before you hear shuffling. Raising a brow, you hear footsteps gradually coming closer to your location, making you panic and hide behind the plain shower curtains. 

“Let me wash up first.” Jimin yells while swinging the door open. Holding your breath at the lights turning on, you notice his silhouette on the shower. Pursing your lips after noting his slim figure, he sighs before turning on the faucet. Shifting your weight, you bump into a bottle of shampoo, failing to catch it fast enough as it falls onto the ground of the shower, echoing throughout the bathroom. Still as a rock, you bite your inner cheek as the faucet is turned off.

“Jimin, you alright in there?” Namjoon calls out.

“I’m fine,” Jimin yells back, startling you, “I’m going to piss so go ahead.” Hearing the door close, the silence in the bathroom makes you anxious before you’re screaming at the shower curtain being suddenly pulled aside. Meeting his wide eyes, he comes towards you before placing his hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet, Y/n. Do you want your brother to come in here?” Jimin hushes you as you obey, his hand falling from your face. “What are you doing in my shower, of all places?” 

Pursing your lips, you avoid his eyes. “I was just-” Pausing, you glance back at him before licking the corner of your lips. “I panicked and decided to hide in here, okay?” 

Breaking out into laughter, he brushes his fingers through his hair before taking your hand, guiding you out of the bathroom and into his room. “Do you enjoy parties, Y/n?” He randomly asks you, making you scrunch your nose.

“Want me to be honest?” You ask as he nods, a gentle smile appearing on his face. “I’m not fond of parties like this, despite me going to them anyway.” You truthfully say. You’re both standing in front of the room door, his hand resting on the doorknob as he takes a step closer to you.

“That’s a bummer,” leaning forward, he then whispers in your ear, “I’d love to see you around more, Y/n.” You tense up as your name smoothly rolls off his tongue, his hand unclasping from yours. Opening the door, he walks you out, explaining some of the areas of his fraternity before you’re both found at the main entrance of the house. 

“Well, I guess this is it for the night-”

“Jimin, there you are!” A feminine voice calls out, cutting him off. Watching, a woman walks up to Jimin, sliding her hand to hold his as she presses her body close to his. “Where were you?”

“Oh, I was just showing Y/n around,” he smiles before glancing at you, then back to the woman, “this is Y/n, by the way.” Pointing at you, you put on a smile, greeting the woman. 

“I’m Aika, Jimin’s girlfriend.” She cheekily grins before turning her attention back to Jimin. Of course, his girlfriend is beautiful. “Baby, let’s go to your room and have a drink.” She winks before tugging on his arm. Looking away, partially cringing at their flirtatious aura, you clear your throat, stopping their bickering.

Of course, you made this internal happiness as discreet as possible, trying your best to hide within the crowd and keep to your own happiness. After packing up, you quickly head over to the large library, entering through the main doors as you greet the familiar lady at the front desk. “Caya! How’s your day going so far?” You raise your voice a bit before standing in front of her, a small smile rising from your face. However, the smile fades once you see her sigh, a pout slightly emitting from your lips. 

“It could definitely be better, Y/n. How about you?” She responds, her voice quite raspy. 

“My day has been alright so far.” You lie, scrunching your nose as you bring up your literature assignment. “Anyways, remember how I asked you to keep Hamlet on hold for me? Can I check it out now?” 

“Oh, right,” she nods before opening a drawer, scrambling to find the book before a smile appears on her face, “here you go Y/n.” Scanning the barcode, she types away at her keyboard before looking back at you and handing you the small book. “It’s a little beaten up but it’ll do. You have until the end of the semester to return the book though.”

Taking the book, you grin, trying to hold back your excitement as you thank the older woman. Saying your goodbyes, you walk away and head to your current favorite spot on the second level of the library. Taking quick steps, you turn the corner before stopping in place, taken aback at the sight. Your favorite spot had been occupied by a group of friends, or so it seemed. There were quite a few of them so you had no intention of going up to them and asking them to move. Sighing quickly, you turn on your heel, heading straight to your second favorite spot, which happened to be located on the opposite side of the second floor. Again, walking rather quickly, you breathe a sigh of relief to see the table empty once you reached the lonesome corner. Setting your things down, you sit in the seat and open up your Hamlet book, reading away at the lines. 

An hour passes by and your halfway through Act 2 before you’re interrupted by a young man who sits in the empty seat across from you. Glancing up from your book, you observe him quickly and notice his dark curly hair. He was quite attractive but definitely not your type, not that this stranger mattered to you that much.

“Excuse me miss, but can I ask you a question?” He whispers, as a charming smirk appears on his face making you raise a brow.

“Uh, sure. What is it?” You respond, hoping for the interaction to end quickly.

“Okay, so I’m trying to prove a friend wrong,” he points to two other men who are just a couple of tables away before focusing his attention back onto you, “and I was wondering, would you date me?” Quirking a brow, you're confused at his question making you unable to talk as you recollect your thoughts.

“Is that really your question?” You finally speak, putting your book upon the table as you fold your arms, furrowing your brows in confusion of the current situation.

“Think about it. I’m quite handsome and as a matter of fact, very much rich.” He smirks, leaning forward to you. “I’m also quite good in bed, just putting that out there.” He winks before leaning back in his chair. Tilting your head, you scoff before pursing your lips, soon gathering your things and packing them away. Shocking the man, he gets up from his seat to walk around the table, now kneeling in front of you.

“Woah, woah, woah- where do you think you’re going, love?” He takes hold of your hand making you flinch. Glaring at the strange man, he lets go before standing up, digging his hands in his pockets. Sighing, you carry your bag as you stand, pushing the chair in. While doing so, you glance over to the table his friends were currently sitting at, only to see them snickering, probably due to the current situation you were in. Now annoyed, you face back to the man who had just angered you.

“You must be really fucking narrow-minded to think that all girls are willing to give out their number to you,” rolling your eyes, you fix the strap of your bookbag before giving the man a wry smile, “and for your information, no, I wouldn’t date you, as a matter of fact.” You bring up his words before turning away from the tall man, walking away from the table. 

“Babe,” he yells out making you stop in place to turn around and face him, “I’ll find you again.” He’s now smiling, angering you even more as you turn around once again and walk away from his presence. 

...

After watching the half-decent girl walk away in fumes, he scratches his head before shrugging, heading back to the table where his friends were seated at.

“Way to go Taehyung, you scared off another girl.” His friend laughs making Taehyung click his tongue in annoyance.

“Shut up. I’m sure I’m bound to see her again, this campus ain't that big.” Taehyung slouches in his chair before pulling out his phone, liking the first post that shows up when he opens up the Instagram app. 

“Dude, let’s be honest, she’s not worth a dime.” Taehyung’s other friend spits out before picking up his backpack and standing from his seat. “By the way, what happened to Linda?”

“Too clingy and she’s kind of a crazy bitch too.” Taehyung snorts before turning off his phone, throwing his head back while closing his eyes. “Fuck, I should have at least gotten her name.”

“Forget about her, let’s go get something to eat!” Opening one eye per hearing his friend's words, Taehyung gets up from his seat immediately before slinging his arm around his friend.

“Your treat?” Taehyung asks, a cunning grin appears on his face before his friend groans.

The first week of living alone was what you had expected, the freedom to do what you want without your parents nagging you. You loved the independence and will to do what you desired without being scolded. Although living alone meant no home-cooked meals (since you didn’t really know how to cook), you were always up for some cheap, delivered pizza. 

As the darkness of the night grew, you found yourself sitting at your desk while working on your first project for the semester. You had figured out your major already, focusing on psychology and narrowing what job you really wanted for your future. Breathing a sigh of relief, you smiled while setting your things aside. Taking out your earbuds, you close the lights before running towards your bed and wrapping the blanket around yourself. Inhaling deeply, you lay on your side while trying to rest. 

As sleep began to overcome you, the faint sound of a woman’s voice was heard. The sound soon becoming clearer as you laid in bed, confused. Please don’t tell me what I think it is. 

“Fuck, Ji-”

Taking your extra pillow, you covered your ears in order to tune out the “noise”. You were quite confused but more annoyed as to why this had to happen to you, especially during the middle of the night. “I’ll just have to inform that woman tomorrow to do her business in quiet throughout the night.” You whispered to yourself before completely falling asleep.

Waking up around noon, you finally get ready and wash up, thankful for your evening class schedule. You tie your hair back into a low bun, putting on a pair of leggings and a white tank top as you wear a long green cardigan over. Grabbing your backpack and keycard, you lock the door to your apartment as you proceed to walk down the hall. Stopping in front of the door of who you assumed was your neighbor, you rung the doorbell in hopes of a woman answering it. Instead, you were met with a man who looked as if he just woke up.

“How can I help you, love?” His voice was raspy and deep, unusual for his appealing face. You scanned him top to bottom, noticing the wrinkled jeans he probably threw on last minute as the fly was down. Although he had just woken up, his face was quite flawless. 

Snapping out of your thoughts, you simply smiled at him. “Sorry to bother you, it’s just that I recently moved in and thought that today would be the day I greet my neighbors.” He rubbed his eyes before a smile formed on his face.

“Well, I’m sorry you have to see me like this. If I knew, I would have at least dressed for the occasion.” He chuckled as you shook your head.

“No, there’s no need for you to look nice. I mean, your fly is down and you could have at least combed your hair, but that’s not the point.” He interrupts with a laugh before turning his body around to zip up his fly, then facing you again. 

“Thanks for informing me.” He grins before taking a step towards you, his face closing into yours. Inhaling sharply, you feel his breath tickle your ear. “Hopefully this isn’t your first impression of me.” 

Taking a step back into his apartment, he faces you with a charming smile before you hear a familiar voice. 

“Baby, what’s taking so long?” A feminine voice calls out as the man turns around in response.

“Give me a sec.” Yelling back, he then turns back to face you. “Well, duty calls.”

“I have to leave too, as a matter of fact.” You blurt, pointing towards the direction of the staircase as he nods.

“You have someone you need to court as well?” Raising a brow at his question, he laughs again before shaking his head. “I’m just teasing you love. I’m sure you’re going to class or something.”

“Oh, how did you know?” You tilt your head, questioning him as he chuckles. 

“A lot of students attending that close by university live in these apartment complexes.” He grins at your awed response, resting on the doorframe of his apartment door. “So, I assume you’d be going to class and all, your backpack being a hint as well.” He points out as you realize yourself.

“You’re pretty smart for someone who just woke up.” You say aloud as he chuckles.

“I’ll take that as a compliment young lady.” He winks at you playfully. “Anywho, I don’t believe I got your name love.”

“Oh, you can call me Y/n.”

“Pretty name, love. I’m Jimin.” He grinned at you charmingly, making you look away briefly. In the awkward moment, you pull out your phone to look at the time before looking up from it.

“Well, Jimin, it’s time for me to go.” Your eyes catch onto his plump lips, taking note of his lip bite. “It was, uh, nice meeting you.” Your eyes move up to meet his as he quirks a brow before chuckling.

“It was nice meeting you too, Y/n. Let’s talk more in the future, yeah?” You nod in response before taking a step back, your eyes unable to move on from his. 

“Goodbye.” You gently say, snapping out of your trance as you both exchange waves. While walking towards your school’s library, you had gone over the discussion that had just happened, throughout your head.

“Pretty smart for someone who just woke up? Why am I so dumb?” You groan, facepalming yourself as you continue your walk towards the library entrance.

As the day came to an end, you had just finished your last class, Luckily walking home as the sun began to set, the vibrant colors distracted you from your drowsiness and hunger. You entered the building, making your way up the dreadful stairs as you paused in front of Jimin’s door, wondering if the man was inside at the moment. 

“I still can’t believe I said that.” Remembering the awkward afternoon encounter, you move forward and quickly head to your own apartment. Making your way to your room, you collapse upon your bed as you pull out your phone. Your professor had just canceled class the next day, so you proceeded on not doing any homework, having no motivation to even start it in the first place. 

Checking up on time, you notice how late it got. Changing into a tank top and shorts after your quick shower, you heard a faint female voice coming from the room beside you. “Come on, again?” You groaned in annoyance as you finished up changing. Once you were rested in bed, the voices grew louder. A woman, someone who sounded much different than the one from the other night, had been crying out loud. You decided to ignore it, knowing for a fact that it would not stop any sooner. You were able to tune out the woman’s voice for a while until you heard a particular choice of words repetitively throughout the night. 

“Harder Jimin.”

Laying onto your back, you stare into the ceiling, hoping that what you’re currently experiencing is a dream. Closing your eyes, images of the charming man show up, making you flustered at the whole situation. Getting out of bed, you grab your blanket and pillow before making your way to the living room. Plopping onto the couch, you close your eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

When you awoke around noon, you groaned as your back ached from sleeping upon the couch. Scratching your head, you get up and head to the kitchen, fixing yourself a glass of water. Taking a big gulp from the glass, you take a deep breath; trying to forget the vivid experience from last night. While finishing your glass of water, you jump in place at the sudden knocks coming from your door. Raising a brow, you walk over to the entrance of your apartment. Cracking the door slightly open, you squint with your weary eyes before being greeted with your devilishly handsome neighbor.

“I take it that you’re the one that just now, woke up.” He laughs, his hands resting behind his back as you fully open your door. “If that’s the case, good morning Y/n.” His cheekily smile had made you awfully suspicious as to why women were screaming his name out at night. 

“Is there something you want from me, Jimin?” You question, leaning your body along the doorframe as you rest your head upon it. He grinned before moving his arms towards you, an envelope in his hands. 

“I believe this is yours, love.” Grabbing your hand, Jimin places the envelope in your open palm. “I’m sure it got mixed into my mailbox, it happens.” You look down to the envelope before quickly looking up to meet his eyes. 

“Are you sure you didn’t ask the mailman for a mail of mines in order to talk to me or something?” Raising a brow, he smirks before removing his hand from yours. 

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” He shrugs before laughing, digging his hands into the pockets of his sweats. “Weren’t you looking forward to talking to me too?” 

“Okay, first and foremost: although you’re quite handsome, we just met yesterday. Therefore, how could I have been looking forward to talking to you today?” Folding your arms, he opens his mouth to speak before you cut him off. “And secondly: are you flirting with me?” You tilt your head, waiting for his response. 

“Wow, you’re pretty bold love.” Licking his lips, he takes a step closer to you. “What if I was flirting with you? What would you do?” Frowning, you poke his chest and do your best to push him away.

“If you plan on flirting with me, it won’t work.” You purse your lips at his lip bite, adjusting yourself to stand properly. “I don’t fall for womanizers.”

“What?” Jimin quirked a brow, dipping his head to stare you down. Inhaling sharply, you bite your inner cheek before clearing your throat. 

“I’ve heard many of the women moaning your name throughout the multiple nights I’ve been staying here.” In all honesty, you’ve only heard the woman from last night moan out his name, but you weren’t about to let this fine ass man take over your heart. A smirk appears from his lips as he looks away briefly before meeting eyes with yours. 

“Love, I’m not really sure what you’re talking about.” He says, tilting his head as he smiles. Scoffing, you step into the hallway to stand directly in front of him, looking up to him as he was much taller than you.

“Don’t lie to me Jimin.” You exclaim. “I haven’t been able to sleep recently due to the multiple women screaming your name at night.” You await his reaction only for him to quirk a brow at you.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about love.” He smiles at you innocently. You furrow your brows, a pout forming on your lips, upon the frustration of the situation. Before you were able to speak again, he snaked his hand upon your bare arm, making its way to fix the loose strap to your tank top. “How old are you?”

“Why all of a sudden?” Taken aback, you then feel his arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer to his body. 

“Just answer me, love.” His voice was deep.

Hesitating, you bit your bottom lip before responding obediently to him. “I’m turning 20 soon.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you feel a cold touch on your back; his hands making their way underneath your tank top.

Eyeing the movement coming from down the hall, you push Jimin away from you before stepping back into your apartment, making way for the random woman to pass by. Glaring at Jimin, he lifted his head, proceeding to give you a cocky smirk. As the woman passes by, you open your mouth to speak before being interrupted by his act of “kindness”.

“Love, you should really wear something warmer.” He gently speaks, taking off his hoodie and to your surprise, he was able to put it on you easily. “The days are getting colder.” 

“Okay, I will admit that you’re quite the charmer.” You hold a hand up in defeat to see him smile. “But, that doesn’t mean your charms are working on me, mister.” You stand your ground to see him laugh, this time he takes a step into your apartment, his hands passing by your head.

“Stay warm, love.” He grins before pulling the hood over your messy hair. “I’ll see you around.” He whispers before shooting you a wink. Pursing your lips, you watch him leave your apartment before making his way to his own. Leaning against your doorframe, you raise a brow as he knocks on his own door before seeing it open up by itself. Your eyes widened a bit as you saw a slender hand reach out for his shirt, tugging him back into the apartment. Jimin looks back to you for a second, a slight smile forming upon his lips before he entered his apartment, closing the door behind himself. 

“Fuck.” You groan, throwing your head back before closing the door to your own apartment. Throwing the envelope onto the kitchen counter, you sit on your couch before deeply sighing. “What have I gotten myself into?” You pull the sweater off from you, tossing it beside you in frustration as his scent was now stuck to you. His scent was synthetic and strong, along with a faint hint of lavender, although it was quite faded.

Of course, that night and almost every other night was spent sleeping on the uncomfortable couch in your living room. You would hear countless women screaming at the top of their lungs due to the fact that his room was right next to yours, you figured. You tried your best to avoid the handsome man but always ended up bumping into him as he was your next-door neighbor. During those situations, you would most likely give him small talk in order to leave the awkward scenario. Other than that, you would focus on your schoolwork, really trying your best to finish your first semester with the best grades. 

“Hey babe, do you know how to french kiss?” He said abruptly, making you choke on your drink. You were both on the couch. He was watching an old movie as you were trying to finish up some work. 

“What do you mean babe?” You question, trying to refocus on your laptop, stumbling to type properly as you were flustered. 

“I was just wondering.” He blinked innocently, not taking his eyes off the large screen in front of him. Saving the document, you close your laptop before scooting closer to him, observing his face as he watched. 

“Did you want to try it out?” 

He snapped his head to face you as a smirk rose upon your face, You laughed as he focused back to the screen.

“Babe, you need to let me know.” You smiled, squishing his cheeks together as he pouted. 

“We’ve only been dating for a few months. I don’t know if we’re ready.” He said as you scoffed, bringing your face closer to his. You waited for him, knowing how flustered he was as his eyes moved from the screen to you. He then turned his head fully to face yours as his nose was practically touching yours. “Babe, are you teasing me?” 

“Why would I tease you?” You giggled as Taehyung sighed. 

“Because of this whole situation.” 

“You’ve never french kissed someone before?” You question, changing the topic as Taehyung bites his bottom lip, before giving in to shaking his head. Chuckling, you prop yourself up to straddle Taehyung’s lap, gently placing your arms on his shoulders to cup around his neck. 

“What are you doing baby?” He quirks a brow as you could only smile.

“I’m teaching you. You can have your first experience with me Tae.” You nod as Taehyung’s jaw drops in disbelief. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this right now. Y/n-” You place a finger on top of his lips, silencing him. You take his hands to wrap around your waist loosely.

“Close your eyes.”

He hesitates before doing so, slowly closing his eyes as you bring your face closer to his. You place soft kisses on his lips for him to get comfortable. He begins to accept the small kisses as you then give him a longer one, tangling your fingers within his hair. Breaking away, he stared in your eyes, slightly whimpering.

“Why’d you stop?” He said, yearning for more. 

“I thought you weren’t ready.” You smirked as he scoffed, pushing his forehead against yours.

“Come on babe.” He licked his lips, pouting as you giggled before nodding, placing your lips back onto his, this time feeling more sensual.

Within time, you slipped your tongue in his mouth, poking his own. You waited for him to initiate something, but all he did was kiss you. Biting his lip, you drag your teeth off of it, pulling away and frowning at him.

“Babe, how can we french kiss if you don’t use your tongue?” You could see him gulp before he chuckled awkwardly. Sighing, you start pecking his lips. “I’ll stick out my tongue, try to do something with it.” You winked before closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out.

Widening his eyes as your action, he bit his upper lip, moving his mouth closer to yours to collide his tongue with yours. He was a bit too aggressive, but it’s nothing you haven’t dealt with in the past. 

Moving at his pace, he swirled his tongue with yours as his breathing became rather harsh. As the intense kiss went on, you unconsciously began to grind him. Your thin shorts becoming wet quickly as you opened your eyes, widening them at the new movement. Pulling away, Taehyung groaned as you were trying to catch your breath.

“Babe?” You pant as he hums in response. You snake your hands to the bulge protruding within his jeans, rubbing it. “You’re hard.” You laughed as he rolled his eyes, bringing his lips to your ear.

“Do something about it.” He whispered before placing wet kisses on your neck. He was a different man when horny, but he had always dealt with it on his own. The only time something happened was when you gave him a blowjob while the two of you were drunk. 

“Baby.” You cooed, extending your neck for his kisses. “Can we actually fuck? I’m horny too.” Licking your lips, he brings his face back up to yours before smirking. 

“Whatever you say princess.” He presses a kiss on your lips before picking you up from the couch, his hands supporting your thighs as he walked into the bedroom.

You woke up, not leaving the bed as you scrolled through the messages Jungkook had sent you days before. You didn’t meet up with him that day, too afraid and stubborn to see him. And to your surprise, he didn’t come rushing into your apartment like how Mijin and Taehyung would say. 

Sitting up from the bed, you picked up the slender box, opening up one of the lids and taking the pill settled inside. You were on birth control, something you weren’t proud of. 

You got out of bed, putting on a sweatshirt and jeans, grabbing your things and once again, heading to class. This time, feeling miserable.

You took your time to the bus, barely making it to class as you couldn’t focus. Once people scrambled out of there seats and out of the classroom, you snapped out of your thought, packing away your own things and exiting the class as well. 

“Y/n?” A voice called out as you paused in your tracks, facing the familiar voice. Mijin walked towards you, panting a bit before catching her breath. “I called for you so many times.” She smiled as you furrowed your brows in confusion. “Anywho, me and Taehyung came here to pick you up, you’ve been quite distant lately.” Mijin grabs a hold of your wrist, practically dragging you along as you let it happen. 

“Me? The distant one?” You retort making Mijin elbow you gently. Making it into Taehyung’s car, he took you and Mijin out for lunch soon dropping off the both of you to your apartment. 

“I feel like it’s been forever since the last time you’ve been here.” You joke as Mijin could only smile. 

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” She meekly responds as you take a seat on the stool at the kitchen island, Mijin sitting besides you. “I’m moving out to live with Taehyung Y/n.”

You quirk a brow before pouring yourself a cup of water, signaling her to follow through with her last statement.

“I’ve been thinking about it and I really want to stay with Taehyung. He said he’ll take care of me, and I trust him.” She nodded as you rubbed your eyes, weakly smiling. “Look, Y/n, I’ll pay this month’s rent but then I’ll be leaving. I’ll still come by to talk to you but not as much as before.” 

“It’s fine. I’ve, kind of, gotten used to it.” You respond, trying to sound cheerful. Honestly, you were expecting this. Your best friend, Mijin, leaving you for her one true love. 

It was like your life was falling apart.

Your closest friend was leaving you to be alone and you were too scared to confront the man that you liked. School was stressing you out as well as it was coming to the end of the semester and finals week. 

Mijin went back into her room as you did to yours. It was another quiet and lonely night, pacing back and forth in your room rather than doing your homework or studying. And it was yet another sleepless night, too many things on your mind. Jungkook. Mijin. School. 

The next day, you were late. Missing half of the lecture while trying to focus to the rest half asleep. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you stood up from nodding off, looking around to see the classroom empty. 

“Y/n, class has ended.” Your professor informed you, making you stumble to quickly pack away your things. He chuckled before flashing you a smile. “Struggling nowadays?” 

Tucking the lose strands of hair behind your ear, you picked up your bag, before nodding. The professor softly smiled before sitting atop of the table, clapping his hands together. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“I’d rather not.” You mumble softly as the professor nodded. 

“Well, if there’s anything you’d like to talk about with me, I’m willing to listen.” He stayed seated as you sighed, sitting back into the chair before brushing your fingers through your hair in frustration, clearing your throat.

“I’ve been stressed, you could say?” You release another sigh as the professor stays silent. “Boy problems I guess? Along with other personal things.” You simply say as the professor nods. 

“Look, Y/n, you’ll get through it. You’re a great student of mine, always getting things done. Don’t let things get to you, you’re strong. I know it.” Weakly smiling, you fix your slouched posture as he pats your back. “Get some rest too, you look dead.” He states while getting off the table, making you scoff before letting out a small laugh. 

After speaking with the professor, your mood was lifted a bit, focusing on trying to be more positive and moving on. Making your way into the small, familiar cafe, you sat near the window. 

“Okay, first things first, forget Jungkook. That little fucker.” You curse, a little bit louder than you intended before turning around to see if you attracted attention, sighing a breath of relief as no one heard. 

“Second, find a roommate. I’ll just have to make an ad for it. It shouldn’t be that hard, right?” You question as your drink arrived, hot and comforting. Spending the day listening to the most relaxing music you could find, and finishing your essay, you were pleased with the shifted mood. 

Stretching your arms upwards, you looked out the window, seeing how the sun had begun to set before getting a notification from your phone.

Jungkook: I need to see you right now babygirl [6:15pm]

You were taken aback before sighing, picking up your phone to respond back.

You: Well, I don’t want to see you. [6:16pm]

Getting up from your seat, you left the shop before kindly tipping the cashier. It was already near the end of the fall season, the days getting shorter and nights getting chillier. 

Once you got back into your apartment, the living room was dark as the television screen shined bright throughout the room. 

“Mijin, you should have told me you were here. I would have came earlier.” You sigh, placing your things down near the door as you made your way to the couch, flopping onto it. 

“Hey.” You call out, turning your head to the dark figure. Sighing, you purse your lips, extending your leg out to poke the sleeping figure with your foot. “Have you been sleeping the whole day or what?” You question, stopping as the movement shifted in annoyance. “I know you’re pregnant, but still.” You mumble, sitting up to take the blanket away.

Hearing a groan, your eyes widen as you see Jungkook sleeping. You were sure he was annoyed though, as you bothered him from his slumber. 

“Shit.” Cursing, you stand up, backing away slowly before hearing the front door open. 

“Y/n! We brought dinner!” Her cheerful voice called out as you snapped your head to the direction of the voice. Mijin and Taehyung, great.

Placing a finger over your mouth towards them, Mijin’s smile fades before she perks a brow in confusion. Turning your head back to Jungkook, his eyes met with yours. 

Panicking, you headed off into your room, locking the door behind you before jumping onto your bed. Your head beginning to hurt, along with your stomach. 

“Hey, Y/n?” His voice was recognizable and alluring.

“Yes?”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

“At least come out to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

You lied as your stomach grumbled quietly. You could hear him sigh along with quiet chatter outside your door. Rolling onto your side, you stared at your room’s door before hearing the, what you assumed, front door open and then close. 

Getting off your bed, you stood in front of the door, pushing your ear against it. Nothing. Sighing, you unlock the door, opening it slightly to see the empty, dark hallway. 

“Y/n.” His voice made you jump as he placed his hand within the small, opened space of the door, his other hand gripping onto the handle as he tried to open the door. Using your body, you blocked it trying to avoid his gaze, while he was pushing you into your room along with the door. 

“Jungkook, now’s not the time.” You softly said, giving up as he fully opened the door, his body resting onto the door frame. 

“Yes it is. 

You lifted your face to catch his, pouting a bit as he was in front of you. He seemed ready while you were not. “Well then, talk.”

“You’re giving up, just like that?” He questions as you fold your arms, glaring at him as he nods. “Look, Y/n, I’m here to talk about us.” He says, making it pass you to sit on your bed as you squint at him. “Don’t leave, come sit here.” He patted the space besides him as you looked into the hallway, sighing as you gave in to sit besides him.

“Look at you, finally listening to me.” He smiled.

“Shut up.” You nudge him with your elbow, pursing your lips into a small smile as well. 

“Anyways, Y/n, I think I’m in love with you.” He bluntly says as you bite your lips at the words. “I know what you’re thinking, and I get it.” He continues quickly before you could speak.

“Jungkook, you idiot.” You mumble as he tilts his head in confusion. He falls onto his back, rolling onto his side as he rested his head onto his arm. 

“Follow through please.” He says making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I like you too. I’ve just been recently trying to get rid of these feelings though.” You sigh, as he quirks a brow.

“Why? I mean, besides me being handsome and fucking really good I don’t see your po-” You punch is arm, cutting him off.

“That’s not the point.” You couldn’t help but smile at the man in front of you. 

“Then what is it? We both like each other, might as well start something right?” He says as you lay besides him, shaking your head. 

“We can’t just be together all of a sudden Jungkook. Have you never dated before?” He kept quiet as you laughed. “You, a very handsome man, has never dated before?” He groaned before covering your mouth with his hand.

“I fuck girls, I don’t date them.” He quietly says as you raise a brow, biting his finger as he yanked it away. 

“And you’ve got to fix that shit, or I’m ignoring you.”

“I know that, I just wanted to try this dating thing with you.” He sighs, caressing the side of your cheek. Rolling your eyes, you give him a smile. You watched him in silence as he did with you until your stomach grumbled loudly within your room.

“I thought you weren’t hungry.” You couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically before sitting up from the bed, Jungkook following behind. 

“I’m hungry now.”

You had eaten the food Mijin and Taehyung brought you, along with Jungkook eating with you as well. It was as if he was already yours. Helping you clean up, watching a movie with you, and being there by your side. Like nothing had happen between you two.

“Jungkook, I’m tired and I might end up falling asleep on you if I don’t move.” You yawn, the movie coming to an end. Confused at his quietness, you look up, from resting your head on his chest, to his face. He was sleeping as you smiled softly, placing a kiss on his cheek before shaking him to wake up.

“Yes babygirl?” He whispered, half awake while looking at you. Giggling you give him a blanket, patting his head. 

“Time to sleep, love. Goodnight.” You smiled as he nodded, resting onto his back wanting to sleep right away as you stood up and headed to your room. Peeking from the hallway, you could see Jungkook’s face, sighing a breath of relief before heading off to sleep. 

Jeon Jungkook. The one you despised, hated, had moved in with you as Mijin left to live with the one you truly believed, loved her. Your perspective on life had changed as Jungkook was apart of your life now, bringing you to class and helping you through rough times before school had finally ended. He had finally understood you as you did to him, growing closer to the handsome fellow throughout time.