Waiting for Jungkook to come back from his class (which he himself attended none of, thank for asking) Taehyung decides to clean his table drawers— a good distraction from thinking of 101 ways to kill your own boyfriend.

While dusting the shelf, he unsurprisingly knocks down something. Picking it up, a tidal wave of nostalgia washes him over, completely drenching him in a time that now seems like it was ages ago.

It's the key ring with a barbaric neon orange mini-plushie hanging from it. The little thing has a dusty wool yarn embroidery on it saying- Tae-Min-Kook, a present from Jungkook's mother on college-moving day two years ago, to not forget that they are The Three Musketeers- Junior Edition.

~~ flashback~~

Taehyung had been jittery all morning that day.

Seated in the brand new dorm, his eyes were zeroing on the little specks of dust that floated in the sunlight, carding through the window pane.

A hammering cacophony of boxes that his mother unloads for him was damaging adjunct to his twiddling thoughts.

"Hey, you okay?" he had heard Yoongi call out. He vividly remembers nodding to it, but his mom anyhow sits beside him, a worried hint in eyes.

"Is baby sad because his dada couldn't come to drop him off?"

Yoongi snorted whilst setting aside the last of the empty boxes. "No it's because you could."

Ignoring his brother's unnecessary gibe (read: absolute truth), Taehyung turns to his mother with a pleading glower "Mum, can't I travel from home everyday? Why the dorm? You know how I am with new people. I cannot talk to them let alone live with one-"

"And you think mommy's gonna forget that?" she makes a face of cooing at him like one would do to a toddler. "In a few minutes—"

"My, my, my! Look who's already unpacked!!"

Oh shucks! He wishes he had to take a while to guess who the owner of that voice was, yet a quarter of a second and he just knows that their moms have once again sandwiched them between the hell and the purgatory.

"Auntie Ar-ho." He greets with a practiced smile after Yoongi does. His eyes flick over to Jungkook who follows to enter the room with a big box and bigger eyes that show equal dread of this looming downer.

Same here, man. Same here.

"Jiwon is still having a word with the headmaster. They're so hell-bent on not letting three people occupy a dorm! And especially not someone from Dance major because they apparently make noises and god knows what-"

She swanks gracefully towards Taehyung and squishes both his cheeks in her manicured fingers until his teeth are impinging his own flesh.

"Did baby lose weight? Aren't you feeding him properly, Hara? Auntie's so sorry your other best friend couldn't room with you."

Seriously, why do they talk to him like that? He could already hear Jungkook and Yoongi snicker.

After an unnecessarily long dramatization of 'take cares' and 'miss yous' they were finally at the door to bid their moms goodbye.

"Don't party too much and stay grounded, okay?" Ar-ho, with her unhealthy obsession with cheeks, wedged Jungkook's face with a good force.

"Oh I'll stay floored alright." his words muffle out.

"And you-" he heard his mom call him. "Call me lots and take care. And wash your underwear daily!"

"Why do you keep saying that?! Mom!" but they had already left, leaving him to room with his own anxiety and Jungkook— the inanimate figures' action director. He never thought he'd say this but.. Jimin would've been better.

"Hey, Tae." Jungkook slowly speaks out after an hour of sitting on their beds in complete silence.

Oh god don't start small-talk please, it's only the first day!!!

Taehyung prefers sparing a glance than replying.

"Can we at least get rid of that hideous key ring!!"

"HELL YEAH!" Okay maybe he wasn't all that bad.

~~flashback end~~

"I CHEATED ON YOU??!" His wrecked train of nostalgic thoughts came to an indignant station when the poor door slammed open against the wall he had just put a new wallpaper on.

Jungkook was just looking to piss him off, wasn't he?

"I BROKE UP WITH YOU??!" He stood up with an equal rage.

"I ASKED FIRST!"

"I ASKED SECOND!" Taehyung pierced his needle glare into the boyfriend who, by the way he yanked his bag on the bed, was evidently equally enraged.

"I panicked, okay! I was going to correct my text but Joon read it instantly and started calling me. I obviously couldn't answer because.. well, I had no answer. BUT!! Why the hell would you do that!! You just made things 100 times more complicated. Do you realize that?"

"YES! But he was going to beat the shit out of me and don't you know my impeccable talent of lying under pressure!?" He frantically takes his watch off and places it on the table with an impact just so he too has something to yank and show that he's angry. "He's all big and scary!"

Jungkook knows what Taehyung is doing when he looks up with lip jutted out and eyes artificially big. The puppy-dog-effect was charging to its paramount and he better avert his eyes before he becomes the dog food himself.

"Well, thanks to you, he was all big and scary on me after that!"

"Oh— what? Did he thrash you-"

"Nah I'm too pretty for that." Finally in a conversational volume, Jungkook settles down on the bed patting the bed beside him for Taehyung to sit, who despite grumbling a 'no thanks', sits down.

"He was really mad at first though. I told him I will tell him after the classes so that I can come up with something to get him off my back about cheating!"

"Then?"

"Apparently you got sick in the class? Namjoon came to know that and thought it's got something to do with the break up!"

Taehyung rubs his hands on his face and falls backwards on the bed, with Jungkook following, judging by the dip of the mattress beside him. "Seriously, how fast does all the news travel in this college?!"

"Right?! So I was finally able to think of something and I told Namjoonie and I think I have it all under control now."

"This can't be good." Taehyung turns to the side facing his boyfriend who does the same with wrinkled brows. "Your plans are as ludicrous as my panic-lies."

"Don't be rude, I'm the smarter one of us." he twists Taehyung's nipple through his shirt with gritted teeth.

"I told him that you broke up with me because you think Namjoon and I are hooking up!"

Taehyung plops face down on the bed.

"I've met noodles smarter than you!" his petulant voice is muffled into the bed, even more so when Jungkook pushes him and peevishly climbs on his back, jabbing his face further into the mattress with his hand. "Seriously, how did you bag a scholarship with that trash brain!"

"It's your fault you brought the whole cheating inferno in the picture, you jerk! Dare you question my scholarship!" He takes the liberation to now completely lay over the boyfriend like a dead fish; going as far as to weigh on him more, patting down the mattress beside.

With the slightest nip of groan, Taehyung faces to the side, one cheek pressed on the warm sheet while the other a mainstay for Jungkook to push on. "Ughh! What now? He's gonna wanna talk to me now."

"I'll try that he won't. But now we have to make sure not to have any more people in on this or we'll fail before we even begin."

**************

It could have been a good ten minute span since Namjoon's coffee mug hovered right in front of his lips but abstained from touching them.

A background track to the sound city traffic could barely forfeit the wheels spinning in his mind.

He startles back to reality however when a hand abruptly clicks fingers in front of his eyes. He looks up to see a familiar boy smiling down at him, way too bright for how dull the day was.

"Hello there! It looked like you could use a friend to talk." the guy seats himself down in front of him naturally with a mug of his own in hand.

"Do I know you?" he places down the coffee that had long shooed his interest away and tilts his head at the awfully familiar looking male.

"You don't remember?" the guy looks slightly taken aback. "I'm Jung Hoseok from chemistry."

"Who?"

"Taehyung's friend, Hobi."

"Who?"

"Your neighbor Seokjin's best friend."

"Who?"

"The café owner Yoongi's boyfriend."

"Who?"

"Dude! We literally have two classes in common, we've had lunch together multiple times with Jungkook and Taehyung, you've joined me and Jin for a movie night and you literally keep asking my boyfriend to give you a lift to the gym whenever he comes to see me!?"

Namjoon blabs his lips soundlessly, unfocused sight staring at the table in thought and confusion. Then a minute later he lights up in realization. Hoseok smiles at that. Finally!

"OH YOU'RE THE DANCE DUDE WHO LIKES TO SHOW HIS WEE-WEE ON STAGE!!"

"HEY!" Hoseok looks around in panic before shushing the man who still for some reason seemed way too excited.

"That was an unfortunate accident!! My pants ripped on the day I was going commando, okay!?"

"Three times?"

"I will not take this insult. I just wanted to see why you seemed upset, but now not! Bye! And I wear spandex now!"

"Wait Hoseok!" a frantic pleading, he held onto the mug that Hoseok was about to grab. "I really could use a... dance guy."

"Hmm.." he plops back down on the seat with eyes narrowed in faux offense. "Only 'cause I'm a n-ice guy."

"Right. So.. I think I just broke an almost two year long relationship."

Hoseok is quick to place a comforting hand on the other's arm that lay on the table fiddling with paper straws. "Oh my god! That must be devastating! I'm so sor-"

"... not mine."

"Oh." he quickly withdrew his hand back as if the emotion he wasted might cost him a dollar.

"My best friend's." Namjoon billows a heavy exhale before leaning his head back on the café couch.

"I feel sorry for you. That's gotta suck man-" and suddenly the sip of coffee that he had barely slurped slipped past his lip drizzles out like a sprinkler with a loud 'frrr'

"Wh-what did you just say? Please tell me you have another best friend apart from Jungkook!!"

With a face disgusted, Namjoon grabbed a tissue to clean the droplets of the spit out coffee that had reached his arm.

"Dude ew! The fuck are you baptizing me for?!" out of childish spite he then throws the tissue at Hoseok, who sits frozen like a mannequin.

"And no, I'm talking about Jungkook."

"JUNGKOOK AND TAEHYUNG BROKE UP?!"

"Yeah? You know them?"

"WHO SAID THAT?!"

"I just did! Are you even paying attention?" Namjoon sips away the coffee he couldn't really enjoy like he had wanted to. "I should leave, man. I'll see you around."

He gets up and saunters away from a still gaping Hoseok, who was frozen so solid that he could be mistaken for a painting with coffee smudges. A minute later he somehow manages to whisper.

"Oh god! Jungkook broke up with Taehyung for Namjoon?!"

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You cannot expect namjoon to be involved and that shit to not spiral :0

Thank you for sparing your time!