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"He got a penthouse room? The fuck? This is why I hate privileged bitches," Seokjin grumbled, adjusting his hold beneath one of Taehyung's boxes as the two walked their way to the other side of the male dorms.

"It's only for four months," Taehyung tried to change the topic seeing that anyone could hear them right now, but deep down, he couldn't help but agree with him.

After their first meeting, it only worsened the feeling in Taehyung's gut. Sure, he was used to being called 'ugly' to his face— people were mean, and there was no changing that. But just because he was used to it doesn't mean it didn't hurt. It stung.

He was a person, and although Jeongguk was one too (somehow), the guy needed a real lesson on how to show at least some basic human decency.

"So? Just 'coz his daddy is the headmaster doesn't mean he can walk away with these things," Jin said.

"Well he doesn't," Taehyung chuckled uneasily. The older glanced at him, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"You know how Jeongguk plays volleyball, right?"

"Yeah, he's one of those 'irl' Haikyuu guys. He's basically living the dream of any anime weeb," Jin nodded, brows furrowing.

"His dad threatened to withhold all of his college applications if he didn't become a better person," He said, spilling the tea. Jin literally gasped.

"Damn, I didn't think Jeon Senior had that in him," He muttered. "Didn't think Jeon would be a pussy unless you threaten him right."

"Who said I was gonna threaten him?" Taehyung's nose crinkled, his glasses frames falling a little off the bridge.

"Nobody. You can't even kill a bug without crying to Hoseok to let it live."

"Shut up." The two of them turned a corner into the A-dorms, and right off the bat, Taehyung knew they were in the better side of the boys' dormitory.

It was bigger and aesthetically pleasing, and much more private. It looked fresh out of those idealized college catalogues that make the campus look one hundred times better compared to where Taehyung stayed with Hoseok and Jin.

There was always some sort of weird shit going down in their part of the dormitory. Their dorms were somewhat crowded, and most of time very loud due to neighbors drinking alcohol at unrealistic times of the night, or people having a fun time getting freaky in the sheets (apparently jerking off wasn't enough).

One day there would be someone streaking butt naked for some stupid dare, or another breezing by on their electric scooter shouting 'zoom' to the top of their lungs. He swore people in this boarding school were on hardcore drugs at this point.

They were all supposed to be 'smart' and 'proper', but by now, all of that was pretty much shoved out the window.

"I wonder who else gets these rooms," Jin surveyed the hallway, slight bitterness tinting his tone. The younger of the duo shrugged and continued down to where Jeongguk's room was.

It was at the end of the hallway. The nearest rooms were a couple feet away, giving the utmost privacy for every occupant. If there was this much space, the walls had to be sound-proof, too.

Taehyung gulped, unable to fight the chill prickling at his skin, forcing the hairs on his arms to stand. He knew nothing about Jeongguk except that he had sex with people like a bunny in heat.

Who knew what kind of person he was. If Jeongguk was some crazy murderer in disguise, absolutely nobody would hear a single thing. The nearest help was a good five minute walk away.

"You good Tae? You look like you saw a ghost," Jin glanced at him, worry evident in his tone as they finally stopped in front of his door.

"I'm doing dandy," Taehyung croaked, licking his chapped lips. Jin nodded, still eyeing him skeptically and sat his box on the ground, patting the cardboard one last time before stepping back.

"This is it. I guess I'll see you in four months," The older chuckled, scratching the side of his neck. "I can't believe I'm going to be alone with Hoseok and his fucking crazy sock addiction by myself."

"Hey, it's not that bad," Taehyung frowned a little.

Jin scoffed, "He has pancake socks, Tae, and literally every kind of breakfast food pairs of 'em. Don't get me started on his famous French artist socks he won't shut up about."

"Geez. Fine, but know I'm not disappearing forever," He joked, the laugh that left his lips sounding a bit more forced than he wanted it to.

Internally, however, he screamed for Jin to not leave him alone, deciding whether or not to beg the guy to join them just so he could have a witness if Jeongguk went rogue on him. God knew what would happen the second he left.

Shut up, you dweeb, he inhaled sharply. Jeongguk is not Joe and will certainly not kill you. You really gotta stop watching that show at night.

But he didn't say anything. He gave Jin an awkward bro-side-hug and waved goodbye at the older as he retreated back to his room for the evening. Once Jin was out of sight, Taehyung swallowed thickly, his hand slowly dropping back to his side.

He warily eyed the number plate on the door, teeth chewing on his bottom lip nervously as he spotted Jeon Jeongguk's initials and his own beneath the number. The key in his pant pocket suddenly felt like a heavy stone, weighing him down until he sunk into the carpeted flooring.

"You got this," He mumbled to himself, fishing for the keys in his pocket. His hand trembled as he leveled the end to the lock. It took every bit of his will to unlock that door, and when he heard that click, he nearly hesitated to peer behind it.

"Frick it," Taehyung sighed and pushed it open with the top of his shoe, preparing himself for the worst.

It was empty! Jeongguk didn't seem to be there, but the second Taehyung's gaze fell on the dorm, his jaw immediately dropped. There really was a reason why they called this place a 'penthouse'.

The space was surprisingly homey, themed with green fake plants and whites and dark browns. It contained a tiny kitchenette combined with a living area that fitted an actual couch and a tv set. On the side were three doors— two of them which Taehyung guessed were bedrooms while the other was a small bathroom.

He swore this place could have qualified as some apartment in Seoul. The floors were wooden, and by the couch was a fluffy white rug. Taehyung shut the door behind him after kicking his things in, unable to take everything in.

He quickly ran over to his temporary room, making sure to avoid Jeongguk's. It was a bit cramped, only fitting a single twin bed, closet, and a desk, but it was better than his own dorm back in the D-section by a long shot.

Taehyung set his things on the bed, stretching as he studied the bare walls in awe. He supposed he could spend all of his time in here of he smuggled food, the toaster in the kitchen, and made strategic bathroom breaks to avoid Jeongguk at all costs.

It bummed him out that he didn't have a lock, but maybe he could make a sign and keep Jeongguk out by force! Good, this was good. Four months in here didn't sound so bad the more he thought about it.

By making minimal contact with Jeongguk and only talking when it was required, then these four months would go by fast and he could go back to the safety of his friends!

Taehyung went out to quickly grab the other box before Jeongguk returned. He kicked off his shoes, not wanting to ruin the cute little rug, and took his time to admire the place. Much to his surprise, at least the other knew something about hygiene.

He picked up his box, humming a tune to himself. His attention was fixated on the dorm, appreciating its aesthetics, but just as he was about to reach his door, he collided into something hard.

The box crashed to the ground with a thud, and Taehyung landed on his bum, but the scream of agony that pierced through the room wasn't his. Or at least, he didn't think it was.

He patted around the ground to find his glasses that fell off in the collision, his eyes squinting narrowly as everything was terribly blurred. The exact moment he put them on, he instantly regretted looking up.

An actual, legit, freaking dick was nearly on his face, and it belonged to nobody other than Jeon Jeongguk himself.

A high-pitched scream ripped through his throat seeing a penis literally a couple inches away from his face. Any more movement, he would be touching it.

Taehyung shrieked, immediately covering his eyes. He wanted to cry, the image seared into his retinas that not even bleach could remove. Why was it so big? And why was it so veiny?? And thick??? Why was it so ugly??

"Jesus christ, can you please shut up?" Jeongguk hissed in pain. Taehyung didn't hear him as he curled into a ball, rocking back and forth, internally and literally still screaming.

"Bro, you do realize that you have a dick, too!" The other shouted, "and you can open your eyes. I have a towel on."

"It's so ugly!" Taehyung half sobbed. "Why does it look like that??"

"Fucking hell," Jeongguk grumbled. "Seriously, calm down before someone thinks I'm trying to kill you."

And with that made Taehyung burst into tears.

It took almost an hour before he uncovered his eyes, but even then he couldn't meet Jeongguk's eyes without seeing his dick in his mind. 

The two of them sat awkwardly on the couch, a huge distance separating the two of them. Taehyung, who was sure he was traumatized, and Jeongguk, who was holding an icepack close to his foot. Neither one of them said anything for a while.

"So," Taehyung rested his chin on top of the pillow he was cuddling for dear life. "Are you going to apologize to me?"

Jeongguk scoffed loudly, "For what? You have a dick you encounter on a daily basis... Unless." He drifted off, earning a kick to the shin from the older.

As Jeongguk cried out in pain, Taehyung hid the smirk spreading across his lips behind his pillow. "O-Of course I have one. I'm biologically male, stupid."

"Dude, by the way you act, I beg to differ," Jeongguk muttered, ignoring the death glare Taehyung sent in his direction. "But hey, you should be the one saying sorry here. You crushed my foot."

"You bumped into me, smoothbrain."

"You weren't paying attention, idiot."

"Your dick is the most horrific thing I've ever laid my eyes on and should never be shown to anyone else for the preservation of their sanity."

"What does that have to do with my foot?" Jeongguk snapped. "C'mon, it won't hurt your perfect little record to say 'sorry' to me. It's simple. Say it with me. 'Jeon Jeongguk, I am terribly and truly sorry for injuring your foot with my carelessness'."

"I am not saying that," Taehyung pushed his glasses up his nose. "It's just a foot. Get a new one."

"Get a new one? I thought you were supposed to be smart, four eyes," Jeongguk scowled.

"Four eyes? Is that the best you can do?" The other rolled his eyes. God this guy was full of it. "Literally nothing you say will affect me, Jeon."

"Whatever. I still demand an apology because my two feet are crucial in volleyball. If I find out you did something, I'm blaming that shit on you," Jeongguk spat.

"You actual imbecile." Taehyung wondered how the hell this guy was so popular. He literally shared the same amount of brain cells as a fish. A fish.

"God I hate this. I hate you," Jeongguk stood up, and thankfully he was clothed this time in a white shirt and gray sweatpants. Taehyung mimicked his voice behind his back, rolling his eyes at his childishness.

"Were you mocking me?" The other accused, raising an eyebrow at Taehyung. His jaw was clenched tight, a muscle twitching visibly on the edge of his jawline.

"Get out of my sight," He snarled, flipping Taehyung off before half-limping, half-storming off to his room like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Slightly amused, Taehyung sighed. "I can't. I'm stuck with your irresponsible ass for four months."

"Don't remind me!" Jeongguk shouted over his shoulder and slammed the door behind him. God, not only was he an idiot, but he was a drama queen.

Taehyung leaned back into the couch, relieved that little encounter was over. To think this was the start, yet he already saw the worst thing he could possibly set his eyes on. He shivered, immediately trying to force that image out of his mind.

Of all people, this was a guy Jimin liked and spent time with. It made absolutely no sense, since the guy he talked to every night at their mediocre, minimum wage paying job was the sweetest, most big-hearted person he ever met.

And then there was Jeongguk. An apparent fuckboy with an ugly dick. It just didn't connect. Sweet Park Jimin and Ugly-dicked Jeongguk.

It should have made Taehyung stop and realize this crush wasn't worth it, especially if that was Jimin's standards, but he just couldn't let go. He liked him, a lot— it was practically crippling.

Every single crush he ever had teared him to shreds.

However, there better be something good about Jeongguk that made Jimin like him. These next four months were going to be a struggle, but if Taehyung could at least learn something to get Jimin to notice him, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

Scratch that. This was going to suck, and Jimin, like the rest of his crushes, would be unrequited all over again, but a boy could dream, right?

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"You saw his WHAT?!"

"Shut up," Taehyung face blazed bright crimson as he slapped his hand over Hoseok's mouth, keeping him from screaming to the entire class that he saw Jeon Jeongguk's peepee.

"Did you tell Jin yet?" Hoseok eventually peeled his hand off, thankfully bringing his voice down to a hushed whisper.

"Nope," He shook his head, his shoulders caving in as a few classmates stares averted to their desks. "He's gonna go off about my 'virgin' eyes and beat the shit out of him."

"And? Fights are entertaining. Especially the ones where those low quality soundcloud rappers want to fight someone for breathing," The red head said in a matter of fact way, which earned an eye roll from his friend.

"Dude, I'm literally the student council president. I have a reputation to keep up," Taehyung murmured.

"Oh right," Hoseok hummed. "Gotta be a goody-two shoes and please Headmaster Jeon and earn all of his approval. I get it."

"I don't do it to 'please' him, stupid," The younger of the duo's lips curved downward. "I do it because it's my job. Nobody else could maintain order like I do."

"I guess, but you're kinda shit at your job during after school hours," Hoseok reminded him. "Have you seen the crap kids do in the east bathrooms?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes, smacking his forearm. "It's after school, and no. I don't plan on running into the stoners vaping in the handicap stall on my freetime."

"Who said they vape," Hoseok snickered, earning a death glare from the younger before the teacher called class to start. Taehyung turned to face the white board, though he couldn't help but glance around the room for a familiar face.

Today was technically the start of their agreement, and with all honesty, the only reason Taehyung was concerned was because Headmaster Jeon ordered him to do this.

Hoseok was somewhat right that he lived to please teachers with his work— especially the headmaster. But this wasn't about pleasing him. That wasn't that hard if he followed his requests and continued being a good student.

It was also pretty much about Jimin.

There was something about Jeongguk that was his key to getting Jimin's attention. But if he refused to cooperate with him at all, he was going to blow his entire chances at getting his crush to like him back, and the trust of the headmaster.

Taehyung didn't want to be screwed by Jeon Jeongguk at all.

"Looking for Jeon?" Hoseok whispered near his ear, making the boy flinch in his seat. Taehyung rolled his eyes, trying to play it off like he totally wasn't searching for him (oh he was).

"No. Since when did you know he was in this class?" Taehyung asked, his brows slightly furrowing. The older shrugged, crossing his arms on the desk.

"He may not be able to control his dick, but he can surprisingly use his brain," Hoseok said. "He's in all the advanced placement classes. The kid has all As, but he just doesn't show up."

"How does that even work?" Taehyung scowled. This didn't sound right. Attendance was practically 90% of doing actual school.

"I dunno. Heard some of his side hoes pick up his work for him from all of his classes and then they fuck while he does it. Honestly, I think that's a good way to get through calculus and if I find the time I might try it out myself," Hoseok chuckled. At that, Taehyung smacked his arm with a bit more force.

"Don't become him, I beg you," Taehyung whispered harshly, trying to focus on the lesson. God. It was only a day, yet Jeon Jeongguk was already driving him insane.

"I won't," Hoseok laughed, reaching over to ruffle the younger's hair. Taehyung quickly swatted his hand away, unimpressed.

"Do you think he'll show up?"

The question slipped past his lips before he could even stop himself, but the damage was already done. Hoseok oohed like an annoying prepubescent middle school student and suggestively nudged Taehyung's side.

"I think he will," Hoseok said after mercilessly teasing the younger until his cheeks were the same color as his hair. "I mean, Namjoon and Yoongi are in here."

Taehyung glanced over Hoseok's shoulder, catching a glimpse of Jeongguk's other two best friends. Kim Namjoon was responsible for gathering up school spirit, coordinating every dance and rally. Not only did he plan amazing events that were the talk of the campus, he was Taehyung's rival for valedictorian.

Min Yoongi, on the otherhand, was the quietest in the group and intimidated the most people. All Taehyung knew he was a gifted pianist, and on his free time, he played water polo. Other than that, Min Yoongi didn't appreciate attention and stayed low.

They were an interesting bunch. Taehyung used to dislike them to some degree, since they all kept to themselves and acted all like they were the shit until he met Jimin.

The boy always told stories about them with the biggest, brightest stars in his eyes. Taehyung found himself in those early hours admiring them, thinking they were the reason he never fell asleep.

He learned things like how Namjoon and Yoongi were eating cookies that tasted like they were freezer burnt, but in reality it was the peanut butter in them that riled up Yoongi's severe nut allergy and sent him to the hospital (they all had a big laugh about it when the swelling went away).

There was also the time they were all drunk off their asses and got this special marker. They drew a whole bunch of shit and dicks on Namjoon's feet, and the next morning they couldn't wash off.

It was then did they realize, horribly hungover and freaked out, that they tattooed Namjoon's feet.

To think they were actually decent people beneath their cocky exteriors— Taehyung didn't expect that. He didn't like fake people, but the way Jimin painted them in his stories, they all seemed genuine.

All except Jeon Jeongguk. No matter how many nice things somebody said about him, Taehyung needed actual proof because at this point, his dick wasn't doing him any good.

Throughout the period, Taehyung checked the door, wondering if Jeongguk would come to class. But as time ticked away, he realized it was useless. His own friends didn't seem as concerned as he was, so he stopped, knowing he probably looked like an idiot.

When the bell finally rung, Jeon Jeongguk still didn't show up.

"Talk to him about it later tonight," Hoseok told him as they walked back to Taehyung's dorm for lunch.

"Tell him to take it seriously, or else you'll pop all of his volleyballs. Kid's a slut for the game."

"That doesn't sound too bad," Taehyung hummed, clutching his binders close to his chest. "I haven't been into his room, though."

"Goodness Tae, you saw his dick and now you're picturing what his room looks like? Are you really the Kim Taehyung I know?" Hoseok teased. The younger shot him death glares, scowling when he playfully elbowed his side.

"I'm not thinking dirty. Ugh, gross," He grumbled, pushing Hoseok back with his arm. "I'd never lose my virginity to a guy like him," He mumbled quietly, his face practically in flames saying the cursed word.

"Oh right. You're saving it for the 'one' aren't you?" Hoseok chuckled. Taehyung shrugged, hoping this conversation would end soon, but knowing him, when it came to sex Hoseok wouldn't shut up.

"I guess," He scratched the side of his neck, the room feeling hotter than it was supposed to be. "Never in a thousand years would he be the 'one' in my life."

"Sure. You say that now, but next thing you know, you're his slut in his secret sex dungeon~!"

"Please shut up!" Taehyung groaned, ready to throw his books at the older. Hoseok laughed, clutching his tummy tight as Taehyung purposely sped up, not wanting to be seen next to him. 

Hoseok jogged to catch up to him as Taehyung was trying to steady his damn breath. Sometimes he wished he was more fit, but at this point in his life, that was basically impossible.

He approached his door, hoping Jeongguk wouldn't be there, but the more he thought about it, the guy wasn't a loser and probably didn't spend his lunch periods eating in his room. He doubted Jeongguk was at his level of dweeb-ness.

"Is your Jeonggukie home?" Hoseok leaned against the wall, watching Taehyung fumble for the key on his lanyard. The younger scowled at him, only to be met with another laugh.

"He's not my 'Jeonggukie,'" Taehyung mumbled underneath his breath, shoving the right key into the door. "And I'll never date someone like him."

"But you wish you were like him. If you want my honesty, I wish I could bag bitches at the same rate he could," The older hummed, but before Taehyung could criticize him, his smile dropped from his face.

"What?" Taehyung asked. Hoseok stood up, holding a single finger up as his brows furrowed.

"You hear that?" The other shook his head. "That squelching noise? There! There it is again. It's like clapping? I dunno who would be doing that..."

"I'm concerned about you, hyung," Taehyung said, the frown he wore deepening when Hoseok's entire expression paled. "What? C'mon, I'm hungry."

"Tae, I think we should go—," The words left Hoseok's mouth a too late by the time Taehyung swung the door wide open.

And for the second time that week, Taehyung wanted to die because in the living room was Jeon Jeongguk's bare body, full on thrusting into a random girl spread out and moaning on the couch.

"—Somewhere else. Oh shit," Hoseok whispered, standing behind Taehyung who dropped his things on the ground. Jeongguk and the girl had stopped, and the look on the boy's sweaty, rose-colored face was indescribable when he noticed them by the door.

"Do you think it's too late to go the cafeteria?" Hoseok chuckled uneasily. Taehyung just screamed.

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