#valentae

Sleep wasn’t the first thing on your mind. More likely, it was second. And you just couldn’t bring yourself to admit that Jungkook was first. You sat on the bed in your room, staring into space, drawing a blank. You wanted to check the time, but realized you had left your phone in the kitchen with Jungkook. Not wanting to risk any unnecessary confrontation, you stayed put.

You didn’t know when, but eventually you had fallen asleep, only to be awoken by sounds of clinking. You yawned, realizing the sun had risen. You slipped out of bed, making your way out of the room. Just in time, you see Jiyeon, fingers interlocked with Hoseok’s.

“Did we wake you? Sorry,” Jiyeon gave a sheepish smile.

“No, it’s okay.” Your eyes shifted towards the kitchen, curious as to whether or not your guest was still present.

“Come on, Hobi.” Hobi, you mused in your mind. You thought about when the nickname came tumbling from someone else’s lips.

“Good seeing you again,” Hoseok gave you a sunny smile before slipping into the bedroom behind Jiyeon. Running a hand through your hair, you sighed and moved towards the kitchen. You didn’t know if you were surprised or not, finding Jungkook and his things gone. As you stared at the empty seat a bit longer, you decided you were more disappointed than anything, and you couldn’t understand why. You picked up the blanket with your thumb and forefinger, rolling your eyes. You made a reminder to wash the thing, putting it back down as you began to prepare for the day ahead of you. You sluggishly took a shower, doing more scrubbing than usual almost as if to cleanse away your sins. Once you were all dressed and ready, you got to gathering your things into your bag and walked to Psychology. You tended to like morning classes, since it left you with the rest of the day to yourself.

This class was probably your favorite of all for the semester, seeing as you got to learn about the human mind and how it worked. You found your seat in the middle of the lecture hall and pulled out your materials, laying your cell phone on the table so you could record the lecture and listen to it on your own time. Sometimes you would find yourself working out while the sound of your professor’s voice filled your mind, distracting you from the burn of exercise.

“Good morning,” the professor greeted, starting to pull up the large powerpoint behind her. She wrote something on the adjoining board. “Today’s topic: Emotion and Motivation”.

“Hey, Y/N.” You were cleaning up, ready to leave the lecture hall and probably head home. You were still tired, and the more time that past, you realized how stupid it was of you to forget to grab even just a granola bar to eat. You looked up at the person who called your name, almost surprised to see who was waiting in front of you.

“Taehyung.”

“That’s me. What’s up?”

“Umm,” you were hesitant to reply. “What are you doing here?” You blurted the words suddenly, catching the flash of surprise in the older boy’s eyes. “I’m sorry, that was rude,” you shoved your laptop into your bag, making sure to stuff your phone in your pocket.

“No, that’s fine. I just assumed you would take more notice of your surroundings, I guess?” That famous smug grin of his slipped into his expression and you almost rolled your eyes.

“Believe it or not, I am here to study.”

“Sure,” Taehyung chuckled. “I have this class, if you haven’t realized by now.”

“Surprising. Don’t remember seeing you at the first lecture. We did ice breakers, and personality assessments.”

“I was sick,” Taehyung ran a hand through his hair. You noticed it was lighter than the last time you’d seen him. “Well, that’s what I tell people. I just didn’t want to deal with people.”

“I thought you were a people person,” you stood and tried to find a way to exit this conversation. “But since you aren’t I guess this is where we part.”

“I forgot a word. ‘Certain people’; I didn’t want to deal with certain people. You know who I mean, right? The girls who swamp to the hot guy, and the dudes just looking for a good wing man.”

“You just called yourself hot. Although I hate to admit you are good-looking, you’re the type I can’t deal with.”

“You don’t know that.” Taehyung smirked. “Anyway, you’re hungry right? Come with me.”

You blushed, he couldn’t possibly have heard your stomach grumble, could he? You shook your head vigorously. “No, I really need to get home. I have a class soon, and I need to prepare for it. I went to sleep super late.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Oh, really? That reminds me…”

“Hmm?” You weren’t really into the conversation anymore; you were more keen on escaping. You thought about the cookies you had stored at home.

“...Jungkook got home really late, too. Know anything about that?” You felt your cheeks grow just a little warmer.

“We were working on our physics project. We finished most of it since we obviously don’t like each other.”

“Oh, yeah? So, you think there’s a chance that he went for a hook-up with someone? When he came back, he looked so fucked out. And I’d just had a threesome.” You slapped your hands to your cheeks.

“How would I know?! I don’t care about that piece of shit, and I definitely don’t want to hear about your sexual life, either!”

“Chill out, Y/N. I was just using myself as a comparison.” Taehyung’s eyes squinted into little smiles and his lips into a huge box of a smile. “But I bet if it was you, I wouldn’t need another girl to keep me satisfied. You know what they say about good girls; they’re freaks in the sheets.”

“I am definitely not one of them,” you shook your head. “Now if you’ll excuse me!”

As you made for the exit, Taehyung’s long fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Let’s get you something to eat. I’ll be civil, I promise. A perfect gentleman.”

You shifted from foot to foot. You were hungry, but you didn’t know if you could take much more of his flirty advances, especially if he’d hint at Jungkook. You wondered if he knew; you wondered if Jungkook had actually somehow snuck out and found another conquest. Were you really that bad? Had you satisfied him at all?

“Come on, I’ll pay. I’m sorry. You’re just so cute to tease.”

“I don’t mind the teasing, Taehyung, but I’d just rather not talk about sex lives.”

“You got it.”

“You’re buying the food?”

“Of course! From this point on, I’ve got to get in your good graces,” and without further ado, Taehyung led the way. You realized you were wandering off campus, and as the pauses at stoplights increased, you wondered if Taehyung really knew where he was taking you.

You opened your mouth, ready to question the taller boy leaning against the pole, but since the light turned white, his excitement hushed you up and you had no choice to follow. He was almost skipping, and when you felt your lips curve into a smile of your own, you began to notice the different buildings lining the streets.

“I’ve never been around here.”

“You haven’t? Jin says if you haven’t come down here at least once in your college career, you haven’t lived. He found out about it when he was a freshman on the brink of starving.”

“What’s Jin like at the frat house,” you wondered if Jin was as much of a foodie as he had always been when you grew up together.

“So he’s your type?”

It took you a moment to process what he said. “Ew, no, gross! I thought everyone at the house knew that he was my brother by now!”

“I’m joking with you; when you left, I happened to see Jin and he told me. See, you’re so cute,” Taehyung lightly pinched your cheek. “Anywho, here we are.”

“A pastry shop?”

“Not just any pastry shop, The Pastry Shop. Come on. I get special discounts.”

“How?” You followed close behind Taehyung as he entered, the bell signalling your arrival. You saw lots of different people, and realized there was a large selection of seating areas. Taehyung’s eyes wandered the store and once he spotted someone he knew, he ran over. The girl wore a frilly apron advertising the shop name, and when they were within arm's distance, Taehyung wrapped his hands around her and pulled her in for a kiss. Of course, not any kiss, but a deep one, tongue and all. Feeling as if you were invading their personal moment, you turned away.

“Y/N, what are you doing over there! Come here!”

You took a deep breath and saw the girl with a large smile. You walked over, “Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be—” The girl cut you off, pressing her lips to your own. Too shocked to move, you let her have her way, and when she did finally pull apart, you didn’t move. All you could hear was Taehyung’s boisterous laughter and see the girl’s beaming smile.

“It gets me every time,” Taehyung exclaimed as he sobered up. “Y/N, this is Hyuna, and this is how we get out discounts, in exchange for the discounts.”

Your eyes bulged and you grabbed Taehyung to pull him closer to your height, “What does this have to do with a discount?”

“Hyuna likes to practice her kissing technique. That’s all there is to it.”

You nodded numbly.

“If it makes you feel any better, you just shared an indirect kiss with me,” Taehyung pointed to himself. “So we should act more familiar with each other; call me Tae.”

“I don’t think that brings us any closer, but sure.”

“Sorry, I thought Taehyung already explained everything to you,” Hyuna smiled brightly. You wondered why she would ever need to practice her kissing technique, seeing as she was already so beautiful. You felt your cheeks… hot, and probably super red. “If it makes you feel better,” she leaned in, “You’re a much better kisser than Tae.”

“Lies, lies, lies,” Taehyung yelled out.

“It’s okay,” you mumble with uncertainty, “Y/N. I’m Y/N.”

“Hyuna. Nice to meet you and welcome to my little shop. I dropped out of the university you two go to a few years ago and built this little place. Choose somewhere to sit and I’ll bring you some menus.”

“Sure,” Taehyung answered for the both of you and he led you to a little booth near the window. While you got comfortable, Taehyung leaned his head in his palm, staring at you. “Well, now you can say you’ve kissed a girl.”

“Now I can say I’ve kissed two girls,” you retort, placing your bag on the floor.

“And the first?”

“Someone in the past. But I can say with confidence I’ve kissed more guys I can count on my fingers.”

“That’s nothing, I’ve kissed more people than I can remember, including guys and girls.” Taehyung looked at you with almost a challenge in his eyes. “But if you’re the one I’m kissing, you might just make me forget my own name.”

“Enough with the flirting, Tae.”

“Okay, okay, just for now.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair as one of the employees set down a pair of menus. Taehyung shook his head, though, as if he had already memorized the thing. “I’ll take a piece of red velvet cake with some of the rose tea Hyuna makes real special.”

“And for you?”

You scanned the menu briskly, seeing so many different options. “A lavender set would be nice.”

“It might take a little bit.”

“No, that’s fine,” you assured the guy, but you weren’t so sure. Your next class started in something like an hour, and seeing how long the walk was to just get here, you felt you would need to scarf the food down when it did come, and run the calories away without really wanting to.

“Alright, I’ll be back with the tea shortly.”

“Take your time, my good sir,” Tae smiled before turning back to you. He didn’t say anything, just stared.

“What?”

“You’re so cute.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You awkwardly looked out the window.

“I’ve seen you when you’re angry. Now that’s hot.”

“Nah,”  you shook your head and checked your watch. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Sure. Like what?”

“I don’t know. Favorite colors, color theory, favorite subjects…” You began to play with the collar of your shirt.

“Oh, I have a good topic. What’s it like fucking Kookie?” You felt something lump up in your throat and your body temperature rise.

“I wouldn’t know,” you managed to choke out, “and I wouldn’t like to either.”

“Uh-huh; speak of the devil.” Taehyung looked out the window, and you followed his gaze to find Jungkook with a shorter person wearing a hoodie that engulfed their stature. A guy? A girl? You couldn’t tell. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, and with the white short sleeved shirt he wore, you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his bicep bulged when he did so.

“God.” The word escaped your lips subconsciously and when Taehyung gave you that look, you sighed. “Why is he everywhere I go?” You tried to make it seem like your feelings about the douche hadn’t changed in the slightest. But they had. You still hated the guy, that was for sure. Just, now you were attracted to him, and the way his hips rolled when he thrust into you.

“Your tea.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung helped clear the table for the teapots. You were surprised to see that they served full teapots, but were happy nonetheless. Once the teacup was set in front of you, you poured it to the rim, watching it steam up. The scent that emanated from the cup left you leaning in for more, calming your nerves.

“Ooh, it’s a double date.” Curious, you turned in your seat to see Jungkook helping someone into their seat. It was a girl, you realized, wearing a hoodie double her size. You wondered why you had thought her to be a boy before.

“Why don’t we make it triple?”

“No, Tae—” Too late.

Taehyung stood from his seat and made his way towards their table. Jungkook was in the middle of listening to what the girl was saying with a large smile. His smile was almost...cute, dare you say it. When Taehyung arrived, Jungkook looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows before nodding slowly. You saw Taehyung point in your direction, and when Jungkook made an attempt to look your way, you turned properly in your seat, just in time for the waiter to stop by.

“It took much less time than was expected; aren’t you lucky.” The waiter gave you a small smile and placed a large tray before you, and a smaller one in front of where Tae should have been.

“Bathroom?”

“You could say that.” You forced a smile.

“Nope; right here. Thanks. But could I trouble you to help me move this to that booth over there?”

“Of course.”

“Taehyung, no. I want to stay here.”

“Y/N, I know you hate the guy, but you’re gonna have to get along at some point.”

“No, Tae, really, I just want to enjoy my meal before I go to class.”

“Come on,” Taehyung was challenging you with the oh-so innocent smile of his, and it angered you so much. You knew no matter how many times you pleaded, he would say no, and you didn’t want to leave with an empty stomach.

“You owe me,” you finally huffed, following behind Taehyung.

“Get a kick out of this; he still doesn’t know it’s you, Y/N.”

“You didn’t tell him?”

“Why would I tell him?”

“You think I can get through this without him glaring at me?”

“No.” Without meaning to really inflict pain on the poor guy, although you didn’t feel much guilt, you pinched Taehyung’s butt.

“Ouch! Wait, no, do that again, it kinda felt good.”

“Perv.”

“Kookie, we’re here,” Taehyung announced.

“Hey,” you sneakily peaked from behind Taehyung and glances at Jungkook. He didn’t seem to notice you yet. He had a friendly smile on his face. “The shy type?”

“You could say that.” Taehyung awkwardly reached behind himself and comfortingly, at least that’s what it felt like, patted your back.  “Here, sit.” He moved the slightest bit and pulled out a seat at the table. You didn’t move. “You have to sit sooner or later; I thought you had a class soon.” Begrudgingly, you sat down. Jungkook hadn’t noticed you yet.

“Oh, I love your hair.” The girl that sat next to Jungkook in the over-sized hoodie smiled at you. “Where do you get it cut?”

“Uh…” Your eyes burned a hole in Jungkook and you were surprised he hadn’t noticed the intensity of your gaze. You felt, however, that if you spoke, he would immediately recognize your voice.

“Don’t be shy.” If only you were shy; you just didn’t want the damn boy to turn around and see you.

“My roommate cuts it; she wants to be a hairdresser so she practices on me,” you muttered, making your voice purposefully just a tad octave higher.

“You know, I can still tell it’s you.”

Jungkook didn’t even turn to look at you.

“Oh, you know each other? Why are you so shy, then?” The girl was still super bright, and it almost made you cringe. She was just too bubbly.

“She fell in love with me at first sight last week ago and turned into a crazy stalker, Mina. She started using my hyungs to try and get closer to me, so stay away from her.” Jungkook slowly turned towards you, a hateful smirk on his face, eyes dark.

You rolled your eyes, settling into the mood. You felt your temper rise, but you wouldn’t say anything. You had a goal: finish eating, and leave.

“Oh, my,” his companion gasped. She glanced at you warily before leaning over to the other girl that was present, her date completely distracted by the menu. They started whispering amongst themselves and you sighed heavily. You finally uncovered the tray that had been delivered what felt like ages ago and your insides melted at the beauty of it all. There were two separate small dishes; a good sized slice of purple cake and a small bowl of what looked like vanilla ice cream garnished with lavender. And it all smelled heavenly. You dug into the cake, the taste sweet and fresh.

“Can I taste it?” Taehyung took the fork from your hands and took a bite.

“I didn’t say yes.”

“I wouldn’t have let you say no.”

“Oh, I see.” The girl who’d been whispering with Jungkook’s little friend spoke up. “So as soon as Jungkook rejects you, you go and find a new fling…”

“Think what you want,” you roll your eyes. “I didn’t even want to come to your sad excuse of a double date.”

“Oh, really?” The girl began to get defensive. You kind of wanted to rile her up.

“What kind of dating atmosphere is this anyway? Your date is checking out other girls, and when he isn’t he’s trying to find something else on the menu, and that bastard isn’t even paying attention to what’s going on. As soon as I came over here, he insulted me and just went to spacing out. But hey, if that’s your perfect date, so be it, but I can’t expect your relationships to last long.”

“Well, it’ll certainly be longer than--”

“Most improbable, so let me tell you this; it’ll be shorter than the dick I find myself on tonight, so yeah.” You picked up the spoon on the side of the tray, dug into the ice cream with one large scoop, and sipped the rest of your tea before getting up. “Thanks for the food, Tae.” And with that, you made your way out of the little pastry shop.

“Wait! Y/N! Wait!”

You sighed and paused. Taehyung came running out after you, holding your bag in his hands.

“Oh, thanks,” you gave him a forced smile and shrugged the bag onto your shoulder. “Thanks for everything, except forcing me into that situation.”

“Alright, I’m sorry. But you gotta admit, it was kinda entertaining.”

“To you, maybe.”

“And the rest of the shop. You’ve got yourself quite an audience.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, Taehyung. I gotta go,” you checked the time quickly. You had less than fifteen minutes to get to class.

“Wait, about that last thing you said.”

“Thank you?”

“Close, but if you really want to express your thanks…”

“Taehyung, no, oh, my gosh. Do you—”

“Give me your phone. I’ll give you my number, so if you change your mind, maybe we’ll see just how long my dick is.”

“You realize I was joking, right? And besides, I prefer girth over length.”

“You never know what I’m packing until you see it. Come on, hand it over.”

“I need to go.”

“I’m not letting you go until my number is in that phone; hell, you can delete it as soon as I’m out of sight. Just give me a chance.”

A silent moment passed between you two, Taehyung’s hand stretched out and palm up, waiting for your phone. You inhaled deeply, looking up at the blue sky before exhaling. “Fine.” Taehyung quickly dialed his number in your phone before pressing call. His ringtone, a fantastic rendition of the Pokemon theme song, blared loudly and abruptly, and just as sudden as it had started to play, it was silenced by Taehyung pressing the ‘end call’ button.

“Here you go. Let’s see where we both end up; I’ll be waiting.”

“Probably until you die,” you point out.

“Maybe. Now run, woman, run! Class is important!”

You rolled your eyes, feeling a smile curve onto your lips despite the idiocy he was spouting.

When night fell, you found yourself wrapped in blankets taking a break from the hell that was studying. You had Physics and English materials all around you in stacks, and you wondered if you’d ever get through the whole pile.

“Hey, Y/N…”

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen my sweater? The white one with the knitted patterns on the sleeves.”

“The really cute one your mom sent in the mail a few months ago?”

“That’s the one. Seen it?”

“Nope.”

Jiyeon peeked into the living  room where you sat on the couch, witnessing your pitiful state as an episode of some survival show played in the background. All you could tell after watching it for the last thirty minutes was that they were looking for someone who had some special key or whatever, and what was even more confusing was that they all had a key of their own. Maybe you were getting slower...dumber…

“No plans?”

“Do I ever really have plans,” you ask. You sigh and shift in your seat. “Going out somewhere with Hoseok?”

“Yeah, Hobi and I are going to a little dog park.”

“At night?”

Jiyeon shrugged. “His dog is so cute. Guess what his name is.”

“What?”

“Mickey! Like Mickey Mouse, oh, I love the little thing so much.”

“Mickey?” You closed your eyes and tried to think of where you’d heard the name in context before. ‘That’s Mickey, Hobi’s dog.’ You gasped.

“What?”

“What do you call Hoseok?”

“Hobi. But everyone calls him that… maybe I should come up with a different nickname for him? What do you think, something more meaningful...more special and intimate…”

“Does he live at BTS house?”

“Hmm, yeah. Why?”

“That damned dog got me into this mess,” you groaned.

“What?”

And so, the story of how you met Jungkook and ended up in the position you were in unraveled, and Jiyeon listened rather attentively.

“So, how was it?”

“How was it?”

“The sex?”

“I didn’t…”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You expect me to believe that Jungkook left without fucking you at fucking 9 in the morning? The dude looked so fucked out, not to mention how heavy his eyes were. Excuse me, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he had some wet dreams...about you. That boner was no lie.”

“Jiyeon…”

The doorbell suddenly rings and Jiyeon gives you a hard stare. “Coming!” But Jiyeon didn’t get up. “Hurry up.”

“Yes,” you groaned exasperatedly. “We didn’t even do much, but it was good, happy?! But it won’t happen again.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because today…”

“Wait, can I let Hoseok in?”

“You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?” You threw your hands into the air dramatically and collapsed in the couch. Jiyeon nodded sheepishly before letting her own boyfriend in. Hoseok was dressed in quite comfy attire, holding his dog in his arms. Mickey jumped down and ran around in a small circle and you couldn’t help but slightly giggle at how hyper the creature was.

“Y/N, good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” you smiled at Hoseok. “Sorry, seems like my personal life has got Jiyeon so interested that it’s cutting into your date.”

“No worries; it was more about Mickey than us, anyway.” Hoseok took a bottle of water from the fridge, “I’ll be in Jiyeon’s room.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Hobi-Hobi,” Jiyeon yelped after him before pushing you over on the couch and grabbing your hands. “So what happened today?”

When you finished the summary of today’s events, Jiyeon’s eyes were wide. “Well, what are you waiting for?! Call him!”

“Call who? Taehyung?”

“No! Jungkook! This makes for great angry sex!”

“What is there to be angry about?!”

“Everything! He ditched you, he made a fool out of you, etcetera, etcetera! Call him!”

“I don’t have his number,” you exclaimed.

“Hobi!”

“No, Jiyeon, please, no!”

“You need Jungkook’s number?” Hoseok popped his head out of your roommate’s room. “Sorry, I tried not to listen, but you guys are really loud.”

“No, I don’t.” You pushed Jiyeon off the couch, “She was just ready to leave.”

“Don’t be like this, Y/N.”

“At this point, I want nothing to do with that coconut-headed asshole.”

“He does have  a coconut head,” Hoseok mused.

“But he’s your coconut head,” Jiyeon added slyly.

“As if I want him,” you hissed. “Fuck him!”

“You did. And you want to again.”

“No!”

“You seem kinda frustrated,” Hoseok added, trying to be helpful, but it wasn’t working out in your favor. “Sexually.”

“Guys.”

“Okay, okay,” Jiyeon raised her hands in defeat. “Fine, don’t screw Jungkook and have the best sex you could possibly have. But I’ll tell you this—”

“I don’t want anymore advice. This is embarrassing.”

“Sorry,” Hoseok hummed, but you didn’t hear any sympathy in his voice; his tone buzzed with amusement.

“At least call Taehyung. He seems super eager to get in your sheets, so at least relieve some of this frustration.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea. I’ve heard Taehyung always leaves his customers happy.”

“Customers?”

“It’s a joke at the house,” Hoseok shrugged.

“I don’t want to fuck anyone! If I want some pleasure, I’m perfectly fine by myself,” you huffed, using the couch cushions to cover your reddening face.

“Suit yourself,” Jiyeon hummed. “But whatever you do, be as loud as you’d like. I’ll stay overnight with Hobi; bye.”

“Good luck, Y/N.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you replied, finally removing the cushion when you heard the door click behind them. You sighed deeply. Did you want to have angry sex? Did you just want casual sex? You attempted to roll on your side, instead falling onto the floor.

No. You were perfectly fine by yourself, and you still had some physics flash cards to go through.

“Ugh,” you breathed out deeply. You sat up on the floor and lay your head onto the coffee table.

“Mom, I’m fine.”

“I’m sure you are, honey. But you sound stressed, are you being treated well?”

“More or less. I’m being treated like an adult, one thing you aren’t doing for me.”

“Honey, I’m never going to treat you like one. At least not until Seokjin starts acting like his age.”

“Here we go,” you mumble.

“How could you not tell me he moved back to the campus dorms.”

“Frat house,” you chimed in to the beginning of your mother’s rambling.

“A fraternity! Even worse! You know what they do over there? Huh? They get high and drink and make bad decisions! Next thing you know-”

“Next thing I know??

“He’ll be waking up naked in the middle of a harem.”

“Mom, that seems a bit far-fetched. We know Jin’s a ladies-man, but I don’t think--”

“I didn’t mean just women.”

“Jin’s gay?”

“He’s not gay, but he’s not straight.” You thought back on Jin’s previous relationship, how he’d always been overly discreet.

“And how do you know this? Were you snooping around again?”

“No, it’s mother’s intuition.” You rolled your eyes. “And, I looked into his journal. Anywho, who’s been pushing your buttons?”

“No one, Mom. I’m just stressed, midterms are going to be coming up soon, and I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Then where do you think you should be doing what?”

“At the library studying, but how am I going to do that when I’m on the phone with you?”

“You’ve got a point. I’ll let you go.”

“Alright, bye--”

“OH! Before I forget, I sent you a package last week after you told me Jin moved to that damned party house. I think there’s enough for you to keep and give him the rest.”

“Fine.”

“And don’t eat them all! I’ll call Jin! Although, he hasn’t been answering my calls.” You could almost hear the pout in your mother’s tone. “They should have arrived, so before you hit the books, drop those off.”

“Alright, alright. Bye, Mom, love you.”

“I love you, too, honey. Bye!”

The call ended with a click and you breathed a sigh of relief, pushing the laptop off your lap. To hell with studying, you thought, switching on the television. You started watching the episode of a popular talk show, barely following along as they announced the rumors of different celebrities.

“I’m home! Looks like your mom sent us a package.” You didn’t turn to look at Jiyeon as she entered with a boisterous giggle. “I wonder what it is; last time she sent us a bunch of her homemade cookies. They were so good,” Jiyeon hugged the box close, sitting on the floor next to you.  “It’s a pretty big box.”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to bring some to Jin,” you sighed, using your pen to rip the tape on the box. As soon as it was open, the distinct smell of cinnamon washed over you. “Cinnamon cake,” you grinned excitedly. And there was a small stack of it. You pulled out about six cakes, and you were grateful. At the bottom of the box, however, was a note from your mom saying to eat before the day after tomorrow was over, and to send back all her baking dishes. You could promise that the cake would be finished by tomorrow morning.

“Jin’s over at BTS house now, right? Should we bring it now?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s eat first. I’ll make some hot chocolate, and we-”

“Let’s do it at BTS house.”

“Jiyeon, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to go over there.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Jiyeon retorted. “Besides, I just want to see Hobi really quick; I’m sure you want to see…” Your eyes narrowed, “I’m sure you want to see Mickey. Right?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” she said with a pop. “Now let’s go. We’ll keep these two, and we’ll bring these four.”

“Why don’t we keep three?”

“We’re going to eat one over there. Finesse, Y/N. We’ve got to finesse more cake for ourselves.”

“You’ve got a point. But we’re leaving as soon as we’ve eaten.”

“Okay, okay. Now go get dressed, you look like you haven’t moved for a month.”

“That hurts,” you pressed a hand to your heart. “You think they have stuff to make hot chocolate?”

“Doesn’t your brother, Taehyung, and my boyfriend live there? I’m sure they’ve got their own little stash of Candyland somewhere.” Jiyeon began to slice into a cake as you headed into your room to get dressed. Seeing nothing wrong with your black muscle tee, you slipped on a pair of jeans and grabbed a hoodie.

The walk across campus to the frat house was a long and dreaded one. You hoped that, by some chance, both Taehyung and Jungkook would be gone. At the very least, Jungkook was completely out of sight.

The previous night you had almost succumbed and touched yourself, haunted by the memory of his dick. You hoped God would listen to your pleas.

When you finally came upon the house, you shrunk behind Jiyeon with the box of cakes in your arms. You thought about just pretending to knock and leaving three of the cakes on the doorsteps, but Jiyeon had already begrudgingly rang the doorbell like a madwoman. Namjoon was the one to open the door, a pink hat atop his head and eyes framed with thick black glasses. There was something slightly suspicious about the whole thing; the way that Namjoon opened the door and slyly closed it behind him.

“Jiyeon, Y/N, how can I help you?”

“Is Jin here?”

“He is. Should I pass a message?”

“My mom sent us some stuff, so we…”

“I’ll take it,” Namjoon took the box from you and smiled brightly before going inside and slamming the door behind him.

“The cake!” Jiyeon’s expression morphed into a heartbroken one and she pounded against the door rapidly. This time, it was Hoseok. And he was high.

“Babe!”

“Jung Hoseok, are you guys smoking weed in there?! What did I tell you?!”

“Uh..” Hoseok scratched his head, confused. His eyes were watery and red, and you could smell the green rolling off him in waves. “Not to do it?!”

“No! To invite me!” Jiyeon grabbed you by the wrist and pushed past Hoseok, stomping farther into the house and swerving into the living room where you found all seven residents sat around a large television, about a third of them rolling a blunt between their fingers.

“Goddammit, Hoseok. I told you not to open the door.” Namjoon was placing the cakes on the coffee table.

“I thought you said, ‘Hurry up and open the door’.” Hoseok burst out into chuckles before sitting down and lying his head against Yoongi’s. Yoongi rolled his eyes and pushed the younger boy away.

“Y/N!” Two different people called out your name and you looked in their direction. Taehyung held a controller in his left hand with a blunt in his right, and Jin sat on the floor beside him. On the other side of Taehyung was the bastard, Jungkook, his head rolled back as he blew smoke from his mouth.

“Hi?”

“Pass it over, dickhead,” Jiyeon took a seat on Hoseok’s lap and snatched the blunt out of Yoongi’s hands, inhaling deeply. You felt as if you’d get high just from being in the same room with them.

“Did you want me to slice some for you guys, since you barged in here?” Namjoon held up the cake and you nodded, ignoring the yells from the guys. “I’ll go get some plates and a knife; anything else?”

“Do you know how to make hot chocolate?”

“We have instant packets. Is that okay?” You nodded. “I’ll be right back.

“Oh, and Namjoon? Why aren’t you high?”

“Someone’s got to take care of these dumbasses, right?” You raised an eyebrow at Namjoon’s response but didn’t ask any further questions.

“Come sit,” Taehyung waved you over, but you wanted nothing to do with Jungkook at such close proximity. You gave him a small shake of your head before occupying what had probably been Namjoon’s seat, looking at the screen to find that both Jungkook and Taehyung were involved in an intense game of Overwatch.

When the game ended, which was barely a minute later, Taehyung moved and pulled you out of your seat before sitting, pulling you into his lap. You would have resisted more if you had known what was happening.

“Are you still playing,” you heard Park Jimin ask Taehyung from across the room, and in response, Taehyung tossed the controller to the shorter boy. You tried to get up and maybe occupy some corner of the room, but Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you. Feeling the hopelessness in the situation, you gave up and sat still and straight, scared to make any move. Taehyung obviously didn’t feel the same way and started to make more moves on you. Anyone who could have helped you out of the situation was completely high off their rockers, and Jiyeon was approaching that state. Even if she wasn’t, you realized with the way she looked at you that she only encouraged Taehyung’s actions.

Finally, finally Namjoon entered, holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate in one hand, and a plate of your mother’s delicious homemade cinnamon cake in the other. He only spared you an awkward glance before placing the stuff on the coffee table before you and exiting once again.

“Namjoon!”

But it was useless. You looked around, trying to find a savior, but instead, your eyes locked with the bastard’s. Jungkook stared at you, hard, as if he was searching your eyes and couldn’t ind an answer. You looked away quickly.

You sighed in defeat. “Taehyung, can I at least eat?”

“Me?” You rolled your eyes, hearing Taehyung chuckle lightly in your ear. Taehyung loosened his arms around you just enough so you could you reach for your cake, but the action seemed to only worsen your situation. Taehyung groaned quietly and you felt your cheeks warm.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to adjust yourself so you were only seated on one of his legs.

“Do it again.”

“No.” You used the fork and dug into the slice of cake.

“It smells good.” Taehyung took the fork from you and took a piece for himself. “Indirect kiss,”  he whispered in a sing-song voice. You blushed even more, taking the fork back to finish your slice of cake. When you were done, Taehyung set the plate back onto the coffee table for you and wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you closer to him

“You’re so cute,” Taehyung mumbled, pressing his lips to your cheek. You shrunk away from him, embarrassed. You wondered how he could be so forward in a room with all of his friends. Hell, just your closest friend there was making you feel like a major sinner. But you couldn’t move. Of course you were attracted to Taehyung; just a little bit, but it seemed like he was ready to commit an act of live porn.

“For God’s sake, please get a room.” Your eyes found an irate Yoongi and your cheeks flushed the color of cherries.

“Will do.” Taehyung got up and hauled you with him, and as much as you did try to resist, Taehyung was much stronger than you. Before you knew what had happened, you were seated atop the bed in what you assumed was Taehyung’s room. Your hands came up and covered your face, embarrassed. Jungkook just saw you basically run off with his roommate. Of course, you didn’t really run off with him, but you weren’t sure how he perceived it.

“Tae, I don’t want to do this.”

“I know.” Taehyung pulled off his shirt, coming close to you.

“No, Taehyung, seriously.”

“I know, I know.” Taehyung lightly caressed your cheek and smiled his signature box smile. “I’m not an idiot. I may be high, but I’m not crazy.” And with that, he climbed onto the bed and lay on his side. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I thought…”

“If you want to, I’m down. You just looked really uncomfortable in there.”

Your mind was slow to process these words. Without warning, you pinched Taehyung on his arm, eliciting a sound of pain. “You jerk! Whose fault do you think it was?”

“I would love to say it was mine, but we all know it was because Jungkook was giving you bedroom eyes. Now, let me sleep, woman. If you leave too soon, they’re gonna think I was a bad partner, so chill out.”

“Screw you, Tae,” but you didn’t move.

“Oh, I know you want to.” Taehyung shifted in the bed to get more comfortable.

Moments passed and soon enough, all you could hear was the light snoring of Taehyung and his uneven breathing. You could tell something like an hour had passed, and knowing that Jiyeon wasn’t really sober enough to really walk across campus with you back to your dorm, you thought it would be okay to just escape my yourself. You glanced at the shirtless Taehyung one last time before pocketing your cell phone and opening the door. You didn’t really know why you were being so wary, and you knew if anyone saw you, they’d just think you were either being plain stupid or suspicious.

You looked left and right before stepping out of the safety of Taehyung’s room and closed the door behind you.

“You’re alive.”

You jumped at the sudden interruption.

“Go away.”

“Why should I? Again, you’re in my home.”

“Shut up! I don’t even want to be here.”

“Then, leave.” Jungkook moved his head in the direction of the front door. “Or if you like hopping people’s gates, there’s the back door.” He pointed to a glass door besides Taehyung’s. “You could probably use the exercise.”

“Are you saying I’m fat?” Accusation seeped into your tone.

“Those words never left my mouth.”

“Oh, whatever.” You turned and made a move to leave, but of course, Jungkook wouldn’t let you off that easy.

“You haven’t told anyone, right?”

“Tell who what?”

“What happened… that night.”

“You’re high, fuck out of here,” you yanked your hand back but Jungkook just forced you against the wall. Memories of him pressing into you that night in your dorm flashed through your mind and your breath hitched in your throat.

“Seriously.”

“No! I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation; you’re the lousiest lay I’ve ever encountered.”

“Your body doesn’t seem to think so,” Jungkook stared into your eyes. Were those the bedroom eyes Taehyung mentioned? God, why is he so handsome.

“No, I didn’t tell anyone. Let me go.”

“Good,” Jungkook stepped back and you felt cold. “Keep it that way.”

“My lips are sealed, whether I like it or not,” you muttered, finally making your exit.

Naked, you crawled under your sheets. You really didn’t want to do what you were about to do. Not because the action was embarrassing—hell, it was something that happened on it’s own—but because of who you thought of. Nothing could distract you from the fact that your fingers were twitching between your legs, nothing could make you overlook the fact that this was all due to a man who had seemed to lead you on, leaving you to resort to finishing yourself off.

You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through pictures on Instagram, but as if he was haunting you, a picture showed up with the boys from the frat house at a pool. Shirtless. You remembered when Jungkook walked out of his bedroom in just a towel. You squeezed your thighs together.

You were so wet, it was illegal. And all because Jeon Jungkook got a little too close to you. You’d be happy to admit if it was someone else who had gotten you aroused in just the slightest, but Jungkook infuriated you. You pressed an experimental finger against your clit, biting your lip in anticipation. The ache intensified.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your fingers soaked. You thrust two fingers inside yourself, trying to lessen the ache, but it didn’t seem to be enough. Your body wanted something, or rather someone, to fill you. You reached into your nightstand and blindy searched for your last hope. The vibrator had been acquired with your purchase of Fifty Shades of Grey, back when the book had just become a bestseller. Although you felt the book was shit, the vibrator was the only ray of light that came with your purchase.

You parted your thighs, turning the toy on with the press of a button. You moaned as you pressed the tip against sensitive flesh. Shutting your eyes, you ran it along your slit, teasing yourself until you couldn’t take it anymore and plunged it into yourself. The soft buzz emanating from the vibrator was pleasing, but you couldn’t help but feel as if it still wasn’t enough. Nevertheless, you continued to move the inanimate cock in out out of yourself, and in your room, you felt like the buzz was too loud.

You groaned, just slightly embarrassed as you arched off the bed, the pressure welcomed. You imagined Jungkook fucking you. Would he be slow and gentle this time? Would he listen to your pleas again and act as if he couldn’t get enough of you?

You heard your phone ring, and shocked, as if you’d been caught in the act, you stopped all movement. Your eyes snapped open and you pushed the power button, keeping the toy between your thighs. An unknown number popped up, but for some reason, you slid the bar to answer. “Hello?” Your voice came out raspy, and you cleared your throat before saying it again. You figured it was probably some person asking about when you’d pay your internet bill. Or something like that.

“Y/N.”

“Taehyung?” You suddenly remembered that you’d exchanged numbers with Taehyung and you cursed mentally. “What do you want?”

“No need to be rude, babe. I just wanted to check up on you. I’m guessing you deleted my number.”

“It was never saved.” You were curt with your answers. You badly wanted to hang up and finish yourself off.

“What are you doing?”

You tried to pull the toy out of yourself, but you were scared that with its size, Taehyung would hear the pop that came with yanking it out.

“Nothing,” you answered. “Studying.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Is it boring?”

“Sure,” you answered. “But I want to pass, so…” You began to move the phone away from your ear when you heard it.

“Fuck!” You shivered, subconsciously pushing the vibrator just a little deeper into yourself. In result, you whimpered.

“Ha! You suck,” Taehyung yelped on the other end of the line. “Sorry, I’m playing Overwatch with Jungkook.”

“You swallow. Damn it, again. Let’s go again.” Who’d have thought just his voice was enough to make you want him even more than you already did. You heard him groan, probably in pain, and you couldn’t understand why. Nevertheless, you found yourself almost responding to his with a moan of your own.

“What are you doing,” Taehyung asked again.

“Nothing,” but because of your inability to properly speak, it just sounded like a hum.

“Are you… masturbating?” You shook your head, but the silence was enough for Taehyung to know the answer. You heard Taehyung clear his throat, and you could only imagine what he was thinking. You’d been caught.

“Where are you going?” You heard Jungkook question his roommate.

“Do you want me to come over?”

You thought about it. If Taehyung was as good as they said, maybe you could finally forget about Jungkook. Just maybe.

“Yes.”

“Text me your dorm.” And before the call ended with a click, you heard a small exchange between the two boys. With your left hand, you awkwardly texted your dorm number to Taehyung. And then you waited in heavy anticipation.

-JJK POV-

“Don’t get too cocky, Tae. I’m gonna get the most kills this round.”

“Sure, sure.” Jungkook watched Taehyung from the corner of his eyes pull a cell phone from his sweatpants pocket. Jungkook was caught off guard as he noticed an enemy player move from cover, but swiftly he shot at the character, earning another kill.

“Y/N.” The sound of your name made Jungkook take one wrong move, and he ended up waiting for a respawn. Taehyung used that voice he always used when he tried to get a girl to invite him over. When did he get your number? Jungkook’s hands tightened on the controller.

Taehyung spoke again. “No need to be rude, babe. I just wanted to check up on you. I’m guessing you deleted my number.” Good. Jungkook wanted you to hang up now. Crush Taehyung before he got any further. Jungkook knew how good he was at getting what he wanted, and with the way Taehyung smiled as he spoke, Jungkook could only hope. “What are you doing?”

Jungkook respawned and he hurriedly took cover, shooting at whatever entered his line of vision. Despite all this, on Taehyung’s side of the screen, Taehyung was easily maneuvering and seemed to have a streak going on.

“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled out when he got shot at once again. There wasn’t enough time for him to respawn.

“Ha! You suck,” Taehyung smugly put the controller down on the coffee table as the round began to come to an end. There were five seconds left, and Taehyung knew his win was set in stone. “Sorry, I’m playing Overwatch with Jungkook.” Jungkook realized he was still on the phone with you.

“You swallow. Damn it. Again.” The stats of the previous round appeared on the screen and Jungkook gripped the controller tightly. “Let’s go again.” Jungkook hoped you could hear him in the background. He added a groan, one of disappointment. Taehyung’s hand came down and swiped at his head, and Jungkook groaned again. Out of pain this time. Taehyung was signalling for you to be quiet, but all of a sudden, Taehyung froze.

“What are you doing,” Taehyung asked again. “Are you… masturbating?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he heard those words. Why was Taehyung the one on the other end of the line at that moment? Jungkook stood, tossing the controller into the spot where he’d just been sitting. Taehyung got up, too, picking up the black Gucci sweatshirt he’d shed when he’d gotten into the game. Sometimes he wondered if Taehyung’s expensive taste was part of his charm. Of course it was. He slipped it on, fluidly, and began to move towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook knew the answer. Taehyung was going to you.

Taehyung ignored his roommate and found his shoes, slipping them on. They were the ugly Gucci loafers. “Do you want me to come over?” A pause. A long one. Jungkook really hoped you said no. Please say no. But you didn’t. “Text me your dorm.”

“Taehyung, stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Tae, really. You don’t want to do this.” Jungkook was still, his body starting to shake with the slightest bit of anger. Why was he angry?

“You don’t even know what I’m doing. Relax, I’m not doing anything bad. I’ll be back soon.” Taehyung’s phone dinged with what Jungkook assumed was your dorm room and he angrily clenched his jaw.

-Y/N POV-

To at least have a bit of decency, you covered yourself in a bathrobe. When you heard the lightest of knocks on your door, you had a sliver of a feeling that Kim Taehyung was nervous. Suppressing the guilt you felt from knowing you’d be spending the night with Taehyung to forget about Jungkook, you opened the door. Taehyung wasn’t unattractive—in fact, he was the complete opposite. His red hair suited his tan skin, and the freckle on the end of his nose was something like an endearment. And with his expensive taste in clothes, though it seemed exclusive to Gucci, you know he had girls eating out of the palm of his hand.

But there was something about Jungkook’s simplicity that made you want him. Or maybe just the way his body moved under you. In you.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you opened your door wider to allow Taehyung in.

“This is kinda backwards.” He looked around, taking in the view of your dorm.

“What do you mean?”

“The first time we met. I was just out of the shower, and you showed up on my doorstep.”

“Oh, yeah,” you mumbled meekly. Why were you so nervous? You just wanted Taehyung to screw your brains out and be done with it.

Once you closed the door behind Taehyung, he closed the small distance between you. He smelled expensive. His fingers brushed your hair out of your face, warmly caressing your cheek. Taehyung’s lips pressed against your lips in a slow kiss, and you felt as if he was completely contradicting himself. He always seemed to move at his own pace. This kiss was different from Jungkook’s. Where Jungkook’s kiss was rough and intense, desperate, even, Taehyung’s was fluid and sweet.

Taehyung’s tongue pushed past the barrier of your lips and the kiss was even sweeter. He tasted of strawberries. His opposite hand undid the tie on your bathrobe and found your breast, massaging it gently. You moaned into his mouth. Taehyung was gentle, you noted. And you kinda enjoyed it. It seemed like he’d cherish you. Something Jungkook lacked.

Stop thinking about him, you told yourself, arms linking around Taehyung’s neck. You pulled him closer, and the hand that once caressed your cheek moved to palm your ass.

You separated your lips from Taehyung’s, your mind fogging up. He took the chance to nibble at your earlobe and you moaned. Such a simple action, but it made you lean further into him. You realized just how sensual Taehyung was, his hands never leaving your body.

“I wanted you since the moment I saw you,” Taehyung suddenly confessed, kissing a trail along your jaw. “To fuck and kiss you…” You hummed, exhaling a small moan. Taehyung’s large hands kneaded your ass and the feeling was borderline uncomfortable, but at the same time enjoyable.

“Tae?” You whimpered, digging your nails into his lower back.

“Hmm?” His lips were buried in the crook of your neck.

“Get on the couch.” Taehyung squeezed one ass cheek and then released you, slowly walking over to the couch and dropped. You thought about how you’d have to erase the evidence later. You knelt down, the bathrobe baring your body to Taehyung. You pulled down his sweatpants, simultaneously yanking his boxers down with them. Your eyes met Taehyung’s hooded ones as you grabbed the base of his shaft. Taehyung gasped quietly, his hand reaching to wrap around yours.

“No, I’ll come.”

“Then come,” you assured him, allowing Taehyung to release you. “You weren’t lying,” you reminded him of when he’d offered to fuck you that day at the pastry shop.

“Now you know what I’m packing,” he managed to say breathily. His breath came short and abruptly, almost as if he was panting. You lowered your head and licked your way up the shaft before taking him into your mouth. You relished in the painful groan the escaped Taehyung's lips, his cock pulsing. The noises that escaped him only made you more wet, and although you could have thought of someone else to fill the hole in you, you ached for Taehyung to fill you. You lifted your head and moved to straddle him. Taehyung was dazed, staring at you with what seemed like starry eyes.

“I’m going to ride you.”

“Mmm,” he reached up to hold your waist. You reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around him, locking eyes with his own. You lowered yourself, biting your lip to smother what you knew would have been an embarrassing cry of pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” Taehyung breathed.

You brought yourself completely down on his cock, your pussy stretching, but you welcomed the invasion. More groans spilled from Taehyung’s mouth and you placed your hands against his chest to steady yourself. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his once again.

“So tight,” Taehyung grunted, tugging your lower lip between his teeth sensually.  “Ride me.” He released your lip and pressed another kiss to your lips and you hummed, you needed to fuck him. You couldn’t start out slow, your body refused. Each time you raised your body, he would thrust upward, making you almost lose control of yourself. Scratch that, you already had no control. He was making you blind to your surroundings. You felt your body grow slick with sweat, and you were acutely aware of Taehyung’s fingers rubbing against your clit.

“I’m going to come,” Taehyung finally breathed, still feverishly thrusting into you. You felt his dick twitch and he started to pump into you slower, gentler. You nodded; you were going to come, too, but you couldn’t say it. You locked your eyes with his darkened ones, feeling your orgasm come, welcoming it as your body radiated with pleasure. He pumped into you once more, steady, and released. He gripped your waist in his hands hard, as if when he let you go, you’d go running away. Taehyung breathed heavily and finally pressed a kiss to your nose. You pinched the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Were these Gucci?”

Taehyung gave you a beautiful boxed smile. Despite it all, you couldn’t help but with Jungkook was there.

“Can I use your shower?” Taehyung helped to hoist you off his seme-erect cock and let you sit across his lap. You felt empty. “And maybe your washer?”

“Of course.” You wrapped your bathrobe around yourself and stood on wobbly legs, looking down at Taehyung and the mess on his pants. Taehyung was beautiful; super attractive. Just, you weren’t attracted to him the way you were to Jungkook. Maybe it was they way he treated you. You just couldn’t push past the fact that between you and Taehyung, you only felt like friends.

“I guess we should’ve slowed down,” Taehyung slid his hand down your shaking legs.

“No, it was worth it.” Taehyung’s smile grew at the sound of that.

A/N: I miss you... 181217/