At first, Yoongi was completely and utterly against the idea of getting another roommate for their college dorm.

After all, you were only supposed to have three people per dorm. And that's what they had. Seokjin, Namjoon, and Yoongi himself. 

But Seokjin had a friend who was coming back from studying abroad, but all the other dorms were full and Hoseok just didn't have enough money to get his own place, and Seokjin being Seokjin had offered Hoseok a room in his dorm.

And so then Namjoon roomed with Seokjin and Hoseok got Namjoon's old room and all was well. 

Then Jimin came. The answer was simple, Jimin would share a room with Hoseok.

After Jimin was Jungkook. Everyone knew not to invade Yoongi's sleeping space and let Jungkook take the pull out bed in the living room.

But never did Yoongi expect Seokjin to offer their already full dorm a new occupant. 

Kim Taehyung. 

Kim fucking Taehyung. 

A new transferee halfway through the school year. 

Yoongi wouldn't mind a new transferee. Usually. 

But, Seokjin just had to invite Taehyung into their dorm. 

Now he had no choice but to room with Taehyung. Yoongi wouldn't be so pissed if Taehyung's stupid loft bed hadn't been 'misplaced' by the delivery guys, but it was. 

 It was, and now Yoongi seriously considering scaring poor Taehyung away with the huge string of curses that were begging to leave his mouth. 

Taehyung was hot. Yoongi would admit that to himself and himself only. But at the moment, he couldn't care less if he was hot, cute, poor, or even a king.

Yoongi just wanted the damn kid to move over because his recording session had gone on way too long, resulting in him coming home at two in the fucking morning, and all he cared about was getting sleep. 

But how was he supposed to fucking sleep if Taehyung was taking up the whole bed? 

Yoongi almost kicked Taehyung off the bed when Seokjin's words replayed in his head. 

"Don't you dare scare or hurt the damn kid Min Yoongi." 

Yoongi groaned, as he realized that kicking the kid off the bed was not a solution.

He poked Taehyung. He stirred, but didn't wake up. 

Yoongi groaned once more. "Fuck this." He said, and cupped his hands over his mouth to be loud (and to be annoying to the other dorm occupants to prove that it was a bad idea to give Min Yoongi a roommate).

"Kid get up and scoot your ass so I can sleep." 

Taehyung stirred, now awake, but didn't move just to be stubborn. Yoongi groaned, as he realized what the younger was doing. "Taehyung come on, I'm not up for this shit right now I just want to sleep." Yoongi confessed, running a hand through his hair. 

Yoongi thought for a moment. Being rude wasn't working, and he was honestly so tired that he's considering actually asking nicely. Then he snorted, because he's so tired that he actually thought about being nice for a second. He doesn't even know how to be polite without throwing in a god damn insult or cuss somewhere.

Yoongi tried to push Taehyung, but the younger wasn't budging. Yoongi groaned loudly. 

"You're taking up the whole mother fu- the whole bed, can you please move?" Yoongi tried (keyword tried) to be polite at two fucking am. But this shit wasn't flying with Yoongi. 'Fuck it. Jin can yell at me all he wants later. Now I want some fucking sleep.'

"You are taking up the entire fucking bed. Now can you please move? I know you're not asleep you little shit. Don't take me lightly I will Kung fu kick your ass out of bed right fucking now." Yoongi seethed.

Taehyung slowly sat up. "Oh, sorry hyung, was I taking up the whole bed? I'm sorry." Taehyung grinned sleepily before scooting over so that Yoongi could lay down. 

Yoongi smirked as he replied. "No it's okay kid, I'm just gonna-" he cut himself off as he rolled onto Taehyung and a loud thud followed by a groan sounded throughout the dorm. 

Footsteps and lights switching on were heard as the door to their room swung open. 

"Min Yoongi I swear to god. I thought I told you not to--" Seokjin started before taking a good look at the scene in front of him.  

Taehyung was on the floor wrapped in an anime blanket, with Yoongi to his side, half snuggling into what he thought was the blanket, and half curled around Taehyung, both of them tangled in the large throw blanket. 

What surprised the rest of the guys in the dorm was that both of the boys were actually asleep. Yes. Both boys who appeared to not get along whatsoever, were on the floor, tangled in the same blanket all the while snuggling for warmth. 

The rest of the guys quickly whipped out their phones to snap a picture (or twenty) faster than Yoongi could fall asleep. 

“You get one phone call each.” The officer said, glaring at the orange haired male, then at the raven haired male.

“Uhhhhhhh.. Do you want to go first?” The boy with orange hair asked, handing the phone to the Raven haired boy regardless of his answer.

“Wait, how come you’re not going first?” The shorter asked.

“..well.. Uh you see.. I uh, I don’t exactly remember my hyungs’ numbers, so you can go first.” The orange haired boy said, a bit nervously.

“Okay, I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” Jimin said racking his brain for his own hyungs’ phone number.

He could call Yoongi, but it’s like twelve in the afternoon so he’s not gonna get up for a few more hours, Namjoon was still at a lecture, maybe he could call Hoseok? But Hoseok was out with an old high school friend.

Hmm…

Jimin decided to call Hoseok after he realized that one; he doesn’t remember the last four digits of Namjoon’s number, and two; Hoseok is less likely to kill him for calling at this hour.

“Hello?”

“Aaaahhaha, hi Hobi hyung, I um, I know you’re out with a friend, but I’m kinda stuck in a holding cell with another guy who has bright orange hair, and, well, uh, can you bail me out please?”

“You, I, orange hair? Holding cell??” Hoseok said all too quickly confused. Soon there was a different voice on the phone.

“Wait orange hair?? Hi Jimin I’m Seokjin, could you please hand the phone to the orange haired boy?” Seokjin asked, taking the phone from Hoseok.

“Uh, yea sure, here.” Jimin said, handing the phone to the orange haired boy.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Kim. Taehyung. Do not tell me you are in a holding cell right now.” Seokjin stated, anger mixed with worry evident in his voice.

“Uhh, then I’m not in a holding cell right now?” Taehyung’s deep voice spoke, unsure of his own statement.

“Just, just wait. Tell - what was his name? Jimin? - tell Jimin that Hoseok and I will be right over. Okay?”

“Okay hyung.” Taehyung replied before hanging up.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, my older brother, Seokjin is coming over with someone named Hoseok?, and they’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“So both of our hyungs were with each other, how lucky.” Jimin said, chuckling a bit.

Taehyung flashed a smile, but grimaced soon after. “Oh crap, Jin hyung is definitely going to kill me.”

Jimin grimaced, after he realized that he would definitely get chewed out by Namjoon and Hoseok at this point.

“So..” Jimin tried to start up a conversation as they both waited for their hyungs’ who were on their way.

“This isn’t fair.” Taehyung suddenly said, sitting up straight from his slouched position on the ground.

“What isn’t fair?” Jimin asked, looking up from his spot against the wall.

“This,” he gestured towards the area they were standing in. “We shouldn’t be here, in a holding cell. All we were doing was making sure the cute little duckies didn’t die while crossing the road. So what if we caused a little traffic? It wasn’t that bad.” Taehyung said, puffing out his cheeks as he pouted.

“I know right? We were just protecting the duckies! I mean, it’s not our fault that the duckies decided to cross the busiest street in Seoul!” Jimin said, agreeing with Taehyung.

They shared a silent agreement that they would both get their hyungs’ to listen to their sides of the story first.

For the first time that day, they surveyed each other.

Taehyung looked over at the shorter boy, his raven black hair, his toned muscles you could definitely see as he was wearing a muscle tee, the much more toned muscles that were most definitely hiding underneath his unwanted shirt, his cute little eye smile he gave when he caught Taehyung staring and - fuck, Taehyung was staring oops.

But Jimin was in no place to complain about Taehyung staring as he caught himself staring at the taller, who had eye-catching bright orange hair which most definitely would not look good on other people opposed to Taehyung himself, his wide box smile he flashed when they realized that their hyungs knew each other, his deep voice that made Jimin want to hear more, his flushed face when they caught each other staring and - fuck, they were both staring again.

“Are you in Uni too?” Jimin asked, wanting to hear that deep voice again (not that he’d ever admit that out loud.)

“Yeah, actually, I was on my way to my apartment from my 10:00 am lecture when I saw the duckies waddle straight into ongoing traffic and I felt like I had to do something.” Taehyung said, not including the fact that he spotted an incredibly cute raven haired shortie across the street and needed a more valid reason to cross the street in the middle of ongoing traffic.

“Really? I was on my way to get some tea after my dance practice at uni when I saw the duckies too!” Jimin said, not including the fact that there was an adorable orange haired boy blocking traffic and he needed another reason to stay with said boy.

As Jimin and Taehyung started opening up and starting conversation with each other, Hoseok and Seokjin burst into the police station.

“Hi, we’re here to bail out Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin please?” Jin said, slightly out of breath as they rushed to pay the bill at the restaurant before leaving to bail out their dongsaengs.

“You’re here to bail out the two kids who caused major traffic on the busiest street of Seoul?” A young man, who looked like a newbie at his job asked.

“They what?” Both Seokjin and Hoseok stammered out at the same time.

“Uh, well, here, hold on. How about we go over to Mr. Park and Mr. Kim and talk things out there?” The police officer who had bunny teeth suggested.

“Ah, yes. Thank you,” Seokjin paused to read the officers’ name plate, “officer Jeon.”

“Okay, Mr. Kim, just sign this paper, same for you, Mr. Jung, and we will release Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin.” Officer Jeon said, readying the keys to open the cell.

“Kim Taehyung,” “Park Jimin,” Both Seokjin and Hoseok began,

“What the hell were you doing causing traffic on the busiest street in Seoul?” They asked simultaneously.

“Well, I was walking home from my ten a.m. lecture when I saw the little duckies starting to cross the road, and I couldn’t exactly redirect the poor things, so, I, uh, may or may not have ran into the middle of traffic to make sure they wouldn’t get hit.” Taehyung said, all of a sudden very interested in the shoes he had worn today (they were his worn out red converse).

Hoseok gave Jimin an expecting look.

Jimin sighed. “Well, I was on my way back from the extra dance practice when I heard little tiny quacks and saw that a boy with bright orange hair had just ran onto the street, and the, the duckies looked so helpless, and, and Tae looked too occupied with making sure the duckies wouldn’t get hit that he almost got hit himself and so I kinda might’ve..um..”

Hoseok urged Jimin on.

“I might’ve ran onto the street to make sure that none of the duckies, Tae, or I would get hit by a car.” Jimin said, all too interested with a dog tag around his neck.

Seokjin stood speechless. He was Taehyung’s older brother. His legal guardian. He was supposed to make sure that nothing bad would happen to his dongsaeng. He was supposed to make sure that Tae stayed safe, no matter what kind of crazy shit he did.

Yet here Jin was, hearing that Taehyung had protected a mother duck and her ducklings, almost getting hit by a car in the process.

Jin stood awestruck for a few more moments before rushing over to engulf Jimin in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you..” Jin said, squeezing tight, before hearing a light mumble of “why are you thanking me?” from Jimin.

“Thank you for making sure he didn’t get hurt,” Jin said before lowering his voice to where only Jimin could hear, “and don’t think I don’t see the way you look at TaeTae, I think you’re good for him.” Seokjin whispered before releasing the hug, just to engulf Taehyung in another hug.

Jimin was left red-faced as Hoseok ruffled Jimin’s hair before dialing up Jimin’s roommate, Namjoon, to inform him of the recent events. Also quietly adding in that Jimin might come home gushing about a certain orange haired idiot.