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"We need rules," Taehyung said, slamming a blank piece of note paper on the dining table right in front of Jeongguk, who was munching on a sandwich.

"Rules? This is my place," Jeongguk scoffed, stuffing his face with more of that hideous, peanut butter and purple jellied thing he was eating.

"And it's my place now as well!" The older forced his lips into a smile as he shoved a pen in Jeongguk's face, dropping it on top of his paper plate. "So we need rules because there's two of us!"

"No we don't. You do you, and I do me," Jeongguk said. "Mind your business, and I mind my own."

"Jeongguk, you see, I don't wanna live like free range chickens," Taehyung gritted his teeth together, the smile he wore lowkey freaking out the younger.

"Free range chickens? What do you mean?" He waved his half sandwich in front of Taehyung, subtly eyeing the boy up and down.

"You. You're the freaking chicken eating whatever he wants and doing whatever he wants without caring what the other chickens say!"

"Can you put that into human terms 'coz I'm not a chicken, bro. I'm a teenager with raging hormones, for your own info buddy," Jeongguk said, plopping the lump of bread back into his mouth, chewing exaggeratingly just to spite the older.

"God you're terrible," Taehyung pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, his glasses rising higher up his face. "How can I say this?"

"I'm waiting on you, specs," The younger said with his mouth full, which mind you, was nasty. "Use your brain folds."

"Oh my god you just have to control your dick," He blurted out, watching as Jeongguk almost choked on his food. "If we are going to work together, you have to respect me so I can respect you."

"So you're saying I can't have sex? That's a big suggestion coming from a guy like you," His brows furrowed, and at least this time he was covering his mouth with his palm.

"N-no! I mean, YES— kinda? Well I just don't want to walk into y'know that again. And a guy like me?"

"That was one time. I swear I would have angled in a way where it wouldn't have fallen in your line of vision if you told me you were coming!"

"Angled? Dude sex and math are different, you goon!" Taehyung wanted to punch this guy in the face. "And you didn't answer me. I'll literally give you a detention for bullying."

"Oh my god so scary. Detention sucks," Jeongguk raised his hands up, sarcasm dripping off his words.

"Y'know what It's a small request. We make rules and follow 'em so we can finish these four months without killing one another," Taehyung inhaled sharply, trying to get a hold of himself.

Jeon Jeongguk really was an infuriating, egotistical, volleyball-playing, sex addict, brat.

"What's in it for me?" Jeongguk asked, finishing off the rest of his sandwich. Taehyung tried not to stare at the way he got extra jam on fingers, finding it incredibly weird watching Jeongguk suck on his index finger.

He averted his gaze back to the paper, not wanting to have that image in his head. "We can divide the days we get this place all to ourselves. You can have your days of... intercouse, and I'll spend my days not having to worry to see anyone's bits and bobs!"

"Oh you don't have to worry about seeing them for a while, specs," The younger chuckled, grabbing the pen, which Taehyung immediately snatched back, his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Excuse me?" Taehyung asked, holding the pen in mid air. Jeongguk shrugged, crossing his arms over the table, tilting his head up and giving him one of those shit-eating grins.

"Nobody would fuck a guy wearing pink and yellow pajamas with Ryan Bears on them."

"Unbelievable. Are you hating on my pajamas now?"

"It was actually your hair first. Kinda reminded me of pork broth, but sure, let's say that," Jeongguk grinned. Taehyung's jaw hung open, and before he could say anything, the younger reached forward and pushed his jaw up, closing it.

"Careful. Don't want you to swallow anything that could make you choke," He mused, propping his elbow up on the table, resting his chin on his palm.

"Was that a sexual innuendo...?" Taehyung asked, horrified. Jeongguk winked, making the urge to vomit seem much more plausible in Taehyung's mind. He rolled his eyes and started to write.

"Alright before I proceed to barf my entire breakfast on you, this is our list of rules," He pushed the paper closer so Jeongguk could get a good look at it. It was nothing to look at yet, but there were three sections: the universal rules and each their respective sides.

"Can we name it something cool? Y'know, like give it something catchy code name?" Jeongguk hummed, tracing the margin with the tip of his finger.

"I mean, that doesn't sound too bad," Taehyung shrugged, tapping the pen against the paper. "What should we call it then, Mr. Jeon?"

"'Help Me For I am Being Held Captive by a Loser.'"

"T-That's—? God, I hate you," Taehyung muttered, his grip around pen tightening. "Can we please put aside our differences and just do this."

"Alright, geez. You do you," Jeongguk shrugged. "I was just trying to have fun." He rolled his eyes and muttered, "Not like you know what that means."

"Okay rule number one, no sex!" He ignored the younger happily, scribbling down the first rule in his perfect penmanship. "No sex when we're in the same place. Absolutely no naked bodies or absurd sounds, please and thank you."

"What's number two going to be? Wear conservative clothing at all times?" The younger rolled his eyes. "No shorts five inches away from your knees, or spaghetti straps. God forbid the spaghetti straps!"

"Number two was going to be no entering each other's rooms without permission, but okay."

"That's a good one, I guess. That was a compliment toward the list, not you."

"I got that," Taehyung snapped. "Rule number three. No having people over that aren't our friends. Again, this supports our first rule! I don't want to see any girls here."

"I'm bisexual, idiot. I don't just like girls," Jeongguk said, earning a death glare from Taehyung. "What? Don't tell me you're homophobic."

"I'm not," He swallowed, finishing off the third rule. "I have two gay dads back home."

"Then why aren't you looking at me?" Because then I realize you have a bigger chance with Jimin than I do.

"Because you're an ugly person," He flashed a fake-ass smile at him before creating two columns, writing their names at the top of them.

"Takes one to know one, specs," Jeongguk mumbled beneath his breath, flinching when Taehyung weakly punched his shoulder. "Ow. That hurted," He said monotonously, mocking him.

"Alright on to our personal rules. These ones you actually have a valid opinion on!" Taehyung sing-songed, sliding the paper to Jeongguk. He held the pen out to him with a tight-lipped smile, the edges of his lips faltering when he snatched the pen from him.

"Okay, for you, specs, we have rule one. Mind your own fucking business," Jeongguk declared. "Just 'coz my dad asked you to help me, doesn't mean you get to be my friend. We have boundaries."

"I'm fine with that," Taehyung shrugged, pulling out the chair beside him and sitting down. "I don't want to be friends with a sex-magnet anyways."

"Rule two," The younger grumbled, ignoring the smug smirk on Taehyung's face. "I get the dorm to myself every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. In that time, I get to do whatever I want without you judging me."

"Oh I'm judging you right now, Jeon," He shook his head, chuckling bitterly. "But fine. Go do what you do. I'll take the others day happily!"

"Then here comes rule three," Jeongguk continued, side-eyeing the older, a frown twitching on his lips. "No falling for me. I know I'm very, very attractive, and losers like you think you can get a chance, but I'm sorry. I shall crush your spirits now rather than later. You're not my type."

"What a gentleman you are," Taehyung rolled his eyes. "You aren't my type either." He said, stomach fluttering a little when he thought of Park Jimin.

Sweet, compassionate Park Jimin with the cutest of smiles and the most bubbly laughter Taehyung ever heard. Jeon Jeongguk was nowhere as gentle and kind as Jimin was, or even had the same amount of heart that he did.

Taehyung wondered if Jeongguk was anyone's type to be fair because he certainly didn't see himself falling for him.

"Good. Now that's settled, it's your turn!" He swiped the materials from Jeongguk, fingers brushing against one another's ever so slightly. His nose crinkled at the contact, and he made sure to scoot away from him.

"Rule one. Don't cross your boundaries with me like ever. Rule two, you have to come to every class we have together. And finally, rule three: you have to do volunteer work with me every weekend!" Taehyung said smugly, watching as Jeongguk shot up from his seat.

"Volunteer work? Tae, it's the weekend," Jeongguk sputtered, his hands splayed over the table. The older raised an eyebrow at him.

"So? You need to get a better record. I'm doing my job, Jeongguk," Taehyung scowled. "Unlike you, I'm responsible. You need me to get on that volleyball team, and your dream college or whatever."

"Don't put it like that," He sat back down on his seat, arms crossed over his chest. His mouth crammed into a small pout, the younger looking like a defeated little kid that was told he couldn't go outside.

"I think we can agree this is fair," The older said, supposing that this was a victory when Jeongguk didn't even attempt to create some counterattack to get back at him. He scribbled his signature on a line, making another one for Jeongguk.

"I hate this. I hate you," Jeongguk spat, snatching the pen from him roughly, rolling his eyes when his gaze fell on Taehyung's smirk. He signed in the spot next to Taehyung's name, grumbling curses.

"There. Four months won't be so bad," Taehyung chuckled, watching as Jeongguk slammed the pen on the table and immediately stood up.

"I'm going to practice," He didn't even bother to give him one last glance as he disappeared into his room. Taehyung rolled his eyes, returning his attention back to their little argeement.

The first thing that came to mind was that Jeongguk had crappy handwriting. His penmanship was like he was on the verge of taking a shit and scribbled something down, hoping it looked like words. Maybe even wrote it with his left for some added pizazz.

But before he could move on and frame this thing, he noticed a message scrawled at the bottom right beneath Jeongguk's equally shitty signature.

You're pajamas are ugly. Fantastic. He didn't even know how to use basic grammar either.

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"Another full crowd today," Jimin patted Jeongguk's back as the two exited the lockerroom to the main gym, ready to practice for the day. "Most of them are here for you, bro."

"I don't understand why coach allows them here. They're a distraction," He brought his waterbottle up to his lips and took a sip, wincing when the crowd of screaming girls in the balcony level chanted his name.

"Oh c'mon Gguk, you have a fan chant. Be a bit more appreciative, y'know," The blonde giggled, squeezing his shoulder before jogging ahead and calling for a volleyball. Jeongguk, on the otherhand, rolled his eyes.

He fucking adored volleyball. To put it in lighter terms, he boarderline worshipped the sport after playing it for years. Everything about it from the thrill of breaking past a defensive wall and sealing the kill, and the endless rallies that always left him on a thrill from the adrenaline rush.

Jeongguk took the game seriously— volleyball was the key to his future. He was the team ace, and when he could, he played on a spot in the junior national team for South Korea. Colleges wanted him. Oversea teams kept their close eye on him. The Olympics were literally calling his name.

And he worked so hard just for his father to hold him back. Well, it was partially his fault, but the guy didn't have to do him dirty like that.

He could have settled with a month of detention, not an irritating, big-mouthed loser that was going to be his roommate for four months. The idiot even made him commit time to volunteer work when he could be practicing his jump serves!

Jeongguk jogged out onto a court, managing to pick up a volleyball that rolled his way. He surveyed the spectators, unable to remember any familiar face in the sea of students watching them intently.

Most people were here for him to see him hit some cool spikes. Others were there for Park Jimin, their talented setter, but instead of watching him play, they eyed his ass.

Let's just say Jimin left little to no imagination when he chose his bottoms. The guy wore the smallest of black short shorts, the material straining around his thighs and giving viewers a perfect angle of his ass. Jeongguk didn't get why Jimin preferred it that way, but he supposed it was personal preference.

"Stop staring, idiots," Jeongguk grunted, smacking the back of Choi San and Kim Yugyeom's heads as he passed by. "You're here to serve. Save the eye fucking and girlfriend searching for parties."

"Hello to you too~ Captain. We were just talking about how cute you were walking in today with Parky over there," Yugyeom smirked, pushing Jeongguk back, making sure to ruffle the older's hair.

Jeongguk swatted his hand away, "I will literally spike this ball into your skull." Though he didn't really mean that, the smile playing on his lips giving him away.

"I'd pay to see that," San said, immediately ducking when Yugyeom pretended to throw the volleyball at his head. Jeongguk, on the otherhand, rolled his eyes and continued to serve over the net at a speed amateurs feared.

San was the team's libero, a position that designated him as the team's defensive specialist. Liberos only played backrow, being responsible for most of their crazy saves. Sans did everything he could to save the ball even if it meant diving into chairs or people.

Yugyeom was one of the middle blockers, along with the freshman, Choi Soobin. He was one of the top tier defenders, and occasionally would he become a middle hitter during games when Jimin couldn't set to Jeongguk.

"Soo, is there still anything going on with our lovely Parkingson over there?" Yugyeom asked, bouncing the ball against the gym floorings as Jeongguk caught a ball from another teammate.

"No. There wasn't and will never be anything between us," Jeongguk said, ignoring the way San and Yugyeom exchanged skepticall looks.

"Dude he likes you. It makes sense. You, a partial twink, and him, a fourth of a twink, will make a perfect couple," San reasoned, watching as Jeongguk served over the net with a little more force, the ball nearly nailing a spiker standing in the hitting line.

"I don't get why you guys won't talk about that," Yugyeom handed Jeongguk another ball, snorting a little at the death glare the older sent him.

"There's nothing to talk about," Jeongguk mumbled, making fleeting eyecontact with Jimin as he lazily jogged over to grab a loose ball from the ground. The setter wiggled his fingers at him before returning his attention back to the ball tossed at him.

"Well, I don't think getting shitfaced at a party and being dared to—," The oldest of the trio reached forward, clamping his hand over San's mouth. The younger silently begged Yugyeom to save him, but the guy simply shrugged, enjoying his suffering.

"Don't talk about that. That never happened. I'm gonna tell you to start hitting now, and you better listen," Jeongguk snapped, removing his hand. San nodded quickly, saluting the captain before running off in Jimin's direction.

Leaving Yugyeom and Jeongguk behind, the younger of the two let out a sigh. "It's obvious, Gguk, that Parker likes you. You guys are best pals, so adding the kissing and boyfriend shit wouldn't be different."

"No," Jeongguk shook his head, grimacing at that idea as he took a quick scan of the crowd cheering Jimin on. Their faces usually blended into a blur of different people, but something was odd.

Something, or well, someone caught his attention. He stopped, the ball spinning in his tight grip as he squinted, focusing his gaze on the many faces. But before he could find the face he was looking for, Yugyeom nudged his shoulder.

"I don't get you at all, dude. Anyone can feel your chemistry from a distance. I say go for it, but you keep telling me 'no' without explaining shit," Yugyeom crossed his arms over his chest.

"Because there's nothing to explain! We're friends, Gyeom. Just friends," Jeongguk stressed, wanting nothing more but to focus on hitting the ball until the skin on his palm became a raw, angry red from slamming the volleyball too roughly.

"Sure. Friends that did something friends don't usually do," He sighed, watching Jeongguk send another ball flying across the court. "Oh, look. An idiot dropped something from the spectator level."

"Again?" Jeongguk stretched his arm over his chest, trying to loosen the muscles in his hitting arm. The change of topic eased the knot tangling itself in his throat, thankful that Yugyeom wasn't pushing it.

"Yeah. Dropped a whole ass phone. Bet that thing's broken," Yugyeom shrugged, spinning the ball in his palm as he readied his stance to serve. "Saw the poor guy run out of the stands to grab it."

They said nothing as they continued to practice their serves. Jeongguk finally appreciated the silence, and the lack of questions bothering him about the Jimin situation he didn't want to address anytime soon.

He channeled as of his frustration on the ball like he usually did, steadying his arm out in front of him. He inhaled sharply, narrowed gaze settling on a space of the court where no other players stood. He clenched his jaw, tossing the ball high up in the air and ran after it before calculating his jump, arms flying behind him the second he rose into the air, nearly airborne.

Arm reeled back at a bend, the edge of his thumb brushing against his cheek, Jeongguk's gaze never left the ball once as he hand came forward. It was the moment his palm collided with the top of the ball, body snapping into his form as he striked it across the court, power surging through his palm, sending it charging forward.

He landed back on the ground, breathless as his ball landed exactly where it needed to go. Around him, as his heartbeat raged in his ears, the stands were screaming his name to the top of their lungs.

"Try hard," Yugyeom flicked the back of his head when another ball is thrown in Jeongguk's direction. He caught it, flinching when Yugyeom pinched his ear.

Jeongguk noticed Jimin was staring at him, and when their gazes met, the older gave him a thumbs-up. He flashed him a sheepish grin, though the edges of his lips struggled to hold. Jimin tucked his hair behind his ear, giving Jeongguk a cute little finger heart.

He told himself that summer didn't complicate anything between them, but he knew it was a lie.

Things happened that summer, which Jeongguk wasn't proud of. Certain things that involved Jimin, and with all honesty, a couple of kisses that really shouldn't have happened.

But before he could go back to serving, a ball is suddenly flying in the same direction as Jimin. The setter wasn't fast enough to protect himself, and before he could steady his fall, another player blocking a hit crashed right into him.

The entire gym went silent.

Jeongguk was already jogging over to the scene with Yugyeom by his side, the two not exhanging a single word, knowing they had to check on him.

Jimin was on the ground, his back facing up as he buried his head in his arms. The team circled around him, shouting orders over one another considering the fact their coach wasn't there. Others suggested to call an ambulance, but another member, Hyojong, told BamBam to calm down.

When Jeongguk approached the circle, Jimin was still in the ground, but there was somebody else crouching by his side, whispering incoherently to the blonde.

It didn't take Jeongguk very long to realize who it was by the hideous haircolor. Why was Porky here?

"Everyone get out of the way," Jeongguk barked, his orders immediately being followed by every member except Porky. He scoffed, not wanting to deal with the loser, but of course, Porky never listened.

"That means you too," He snarled, roughly pushing Porky aside. The boy in his stupid, ugly framed glasses raised his eyebrows at him, watching as Jeongguk knelt by Jimin's side.

"Can you get up, Chim?" Jeongguk lowered his tone, softening his voice just for his bestfriend. The older nodded and rolled onto his back with the help of Porky, which Jeongguk didn't appreciate.

"I-I'm sorry," Porky said much to Jeongguk's visible annoyance. "Someone called for the ball, and I thought I could serve? It looked easy, s-so I just thought."

"Fucking shut up already," Jeongguk snapped, his hand settling on Jimin's shoulder as he helped him up. "You're not even allowed to be here."

"I said I was sorry, Jeon."

"Fuck that. You aren't on the team, therefore you can't touch the equipment or even be on this floor. You're not meant for this sport, loser."

"But—," The other said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the tanned skin between his brows wrinkled.

"No. I'm not fighting you right now, Porky," He spat, ignoring the looks his teammates were giving one another. He averted his attention back to Jimin, blocking out everyone in the room except him.

"M'okay. I-I just need some ice," Jimin murmured, holding his head in his hands. "I'm okay, Ggukie. Don't worry about me." Jeongguk didn't understand why Porky stiffened beside him.

"You need a concussion test," He said softly, rubbing his hand up and down Jimin's back, but for some reason, he couldn't seem to block out the way Porky was staring at the two of them.

He turned his head toward the boy, ready to shit talk him about minding his own business. However, he noticed that Porky wasn't staring at him— his gaze was focused solely on Jimin, worry twinkling in his eyes behind those hideous frames. 

Weird. He never looked at him like that.

"I can take you, hyung," Porky said, his hand gently wrapping around Jimin's forearm. "It's my fault you got hurt. I can bring you to the nurse."

"I can do it," Jeongguk cut in, unsure why he did, but Porky wasn't listening to him. He was staring at Jimin like he was the only thing that mattered.

"N-No it's fine. You need to run practice," Jimin squeezes Jeongguk's wrist. "I can go with Tae."

Since when were they on nickname basis? Jeongguk simply nodded, unable to come up with a single word. He licked his lips, watching as Porky helped Jimin get to his feet, and slowly the two of them headed for the exit.

Jeongguk noticed the way Porky was a flustered mess around Jimin; it was obvious in the way his cheeks flushed a vibrant rose pink, and the way he stumbled over his usually fluid pronunciation. Porky was careful helping Jimin, treating him with this kindness Jeongguk thought he was incapable of.

"What are you all staring at? Get back to practice," Jeongguk snapped out of his thoughts, realizing nobody wasn't moving.

"C'mon. Get moving." He shouted, clearing his throat as he watched the members  return to their stations. Jeongguk sighed, hands on his hips as he glanced back at the exit, something inside of him dropping when the pair were gone.

That was horribly weird, but it didn't take long for Jeongguk to connect the dots. The tomato-colored face of Porky that made him look like roastbeef, him stumbling over his words, and all around acting like a shy mess.

Oh my god. Did Porky like his best friend?

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bts x haikyuu needs to happen
like imagining jeongguk hitting
oikawa's serves?? 🥴🥴 jimin
setting like kageyama 🥰🥰

lmao anyways i hope you liked
the chap hehe i talk too much abt
how much i like updating this book
shakekdjeksk anyways the action is
on its way, but like i said this is a
potential slowburn warning! it's
gonna be a bit so hang on with me (:
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