#`starter.

          “I was doing my laundry earlier this morning and I noticed one of my boxers were missing. Now, I don’t immediately say you took it but you were in my apartment yesterday and I was wondering if you took a little souvenir with you. Because if you did, that’s gross.”

          Sunggyu’s hand rubs over the spot on her arm he had hit by accident after she scared him, a wide smile appearing across his face. “As sad and cute as you may look now, I think you deserved it even though it wasn’t on purpose.” Begins to rub the same spot a little harder before giving it a quick pinch. “Or was it?”

                              { @uhxtaehyung }

         finally, after spending his entire day out, the young boy by the name of jeon jungkook collapsed onto one of the couches of the commons. he can't even bring himself to walk up one flight of stairs into his own room. plus, nobody else was in the area, so he could just sit in peace. jungkook checked his phone for the time, groaning so loudly at the number on the screen; it was almost 10pm. he cursed his manager at work for giving him a morning and night shift, and he cursed his school for being so much work.

         he lay there like that, dazed, confused, lost in the world, and just plain tired. there were so many thoughts running through his mind, most of them troubling and a huge burden on his mentality. there was, however, always the one thing – or person, rather – who always knew just how to cheer him up. so jungkook quickly typed up a few messages, hoping and praying that this person was home, and still awake.

         < outgoing → lily prince > HEY. i just got home, are you busy?

         < outgoing → lily prince > if not, come downstairs and find me on the couch. i'm too lazy to go up. just wanna hang

                    → @uhxsuyeong

          jungkook huffs as he's shoved out into the hallway, door shut in his face. he begins to grumble to himself about it being so unfair, how he's paying for this place too, and most importantly, how he didn't even get the chance to grab his phone’s charger. he was down to a solid 22% already, and there was no way he'd have enough left to last him through the night; jungkook needed somewhere to go, and something to do.

          his initial thought was to make his way upstairs to room 4A, and meet up with taehyung, knowing the route there like the back of his hand. but he knew that the other was already fast asleep, and stressed about some upcoming projects, so jungkook let out a hefty sigh. he settles for the third floor instead, delighted when he hears soft music through the door of room B, already knocking away at the door like his life depended on it. but when he saw the face of the girl who was there to greet him, his while body went numb.

                    { @uhxtaehyung }

         it had only been 14 hours since jungkook and taehyung had parted ways for the night (with much regret), and jungkook had been restless ever since. the entire night, he was tossing and turning, though the cause was nothing bad at all. it was just that he was so excited, so extremely happy with the direction his life had turned. taehyung was finally his, he didn't have to worry anymore.

                    { @uhxshinjm }

           jungkook is finally alone, spending a lazy day off making himself some coffee. it wasn't that he needed the caffeine, or that he liked the rush; he simply just liked the taste (but refused decaf, for whatever reason). unfortunately, he had made too much, and although jungkook liked coffee, he didn't like it that much. he would have shared some with a friend, but nobody was home at the time, and he sure as hell wasn't going to leave his coffee which he paid money for, for a random tenant to take.   

          he's finally done mixing up appropriate levels of milk and sugar, ready to head back upstairs to the safety of his room. jungkook is about halfway to the stairs, turning a corner, before some figure is bumping into him, knocking him over onto the floor and spilling piping hot liquids all over.