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"Soo, how's living with Jeon Jeongguk?" Hoseok asked, sliding into the booth Taehyung was sitting at while he finished up his trig homework.

After school, he usually went down to Sunshine Sips on the days he didn't have a lot of homework to spend time with Hoseok on his shift. Those usually fell on Jeongguk's days, but today he wanted to be with his friend since Jeongguk was being weird.

It was odd, but he didn't think much of it after their almost kiss. Even though Jeongguk was avoiding him like the plague, he didn't really care that much. Meant more food and tv time for him.

"He's a good roommate when it comes to following rules," Taehyung said, thanking the older when he handed him his drink. He gentle stabbed his straw into cap, jittering with excitement to feed his boba addiction.

"Really? He doesn't hook-up with people anymore?" Hoseok lifted an eyebrow, drinking his own tea. The younger of the two shrugged as he returned to doing the rest of his work.

"I don't know, and I don't care. Whoever he sticks his thing into doesn't concern me as long as it isn't in our dorm," Taehyung said, tapping his pencil against his paper.

"That's weird. That guy's notorious for breaking rules and having endless sex," The older hummed. "Do you think he's softening 'coz of you?"

Taehyung's head whipped up, disbelief flashing in his narrowed eyes. "What? No. I'm not his type, and he isn't mind. I made up my mind when I first met him, hyung."

"And what was that?" Hoseok asked, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

"That I'll never date him, or let myself fall for him," Taehyung said, rolling his eyes when the older gave him a skeptic look. "I'm being serious. Just because I look like this now, doesn't mean my morals will change."

It was true. For the last few days, the people he was putting into detention or caught doing bad things flirted with him. It was awfully weird, especially because he was doing his job, and each one of them offered to take him out on a date, or have a 'quickie' in the janitor's closet (whatever that meant).

He still wasn't used to it, being this pretty. People on the council were doing him more favors, keeping longer eyecontact on him during meetings, and all of them jumped at the chance to patrol with him during after school hours (mind you, alone— together).

Girls were asking the cafeteria ladies to help slip their phone numbers into his sandwiches. The occasional boys would subtly check him out, and purposely get into trouble just to have him yell at them (this school was freaking weird).

Taehyung denied them all, politely. He gave them tight-lipped smiles, said he wasn't interested, and tried not to feel bad that he shot them down. Sure, their attention brushed his ego, but that was just about it.

"You're aware you're hot, now, right? Everyone in this shop comes here to look at you while you study," Hoseok said in a matter of fact way, even wiggling his eyesbrows at the younger.

"Please don't say that," His brows creased slightly. "I don't like being objectified, thank you very much."

"Okay, geez, but look at you. Since when did you stop wearing your school tie and unbuttoned your shirt?" Hoseok gestured at him. "Like that's just abusing your powers, my dear friend."

Taehyung frowned a little, pressing his hand over his chest. He glanced at Hoseok, his frown deepening seeing the look of disappointment on girls' faces sitting across them from over his shoulder.

"It got really hot, hyung," He argued, not seeing anything wrong with it. "I do this all the time when I come here because you guys have the damn heater on blast all year long."

"Or you're just hot and flaunting it."

"Shut up," Taehyung grimaced. "I'm not."

"Then what are you waiting for Tae? Everyone's throwing themselves at you for a chance to get a piece of you. This is your shot to experience that cliche first teenage relationship," Hoseok exclaimed, immediately getting shushed by Taehyung as he ducked down.

"What?? Why are we hiding?" He asked, trying to hold back the giggles. Taehyung swallowed, his face warming up as his gaze followed the person who just walked in.

Hoseok opened his mouth to speak, but he quickly realized who he was really looking at. It was him.

Park Jimin walked into Sunshine Sips, greeting the Jungs with his usual wide smile that turned his eyes into the most adorable half-moons Taehyung would rather spend hours looking at than the actual moon. He was just so gorgeous, blonde hair tousled over his head in gentle waves, white-button up rolled up at the sleeves, and black slacks hugging his legs.

Deep down, Taehyung was yet to admit the fact that he was waiting for Jimin to talk to him like the others. He couldn't help but make up those stupid scenarios in his head, accepting every single dream request from Park Jimin to go on some cute date.

"So that's who you're saving yourself for?" Hoseok whispered. "Really? When you have a whole ass Jeon Jeongguk and the entire student body, yet you still go for him??"

"Shut up!" Taehyung nearly squeaked, face already flushed red when all Jimin did was breathe. Hoseok frowned, not impressed. "I just never really stopped liking him, you know?"

"Then actually talk to him dumbass. What's holding you back?" The older asked, flicking the blue haired boy's forehead. "Jimin's just like everyone else. Go up and talk to him."

"It's not that easy," He whispered, trying to hide his face behind his hands. "What if he's not interested?"

"You don't know if you don't try. You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don't take," The older nudged his leg behind the table. He gently pulled his hands away from his face, smiling sweetly at his best friend.

"And what if I miss?" Taehyung murmured, gulping shakily. Hoseok shrugged.

"Then you miss. Find someone else who knows your worth." And with that, Taehyung was somehow on his feet, walking right in the direction of Park Jimin.

Okay, he didn't have a plan. Sure, Jeongguk kinda taught him how to flirt, but before they could really go anywhere else, he almost kissed him and ignored him the rest of the night. After that, he didn't give any more tips, and this meeting wasn't supposed to happen. Crap, Jeongguk was his literal guide.

He wiped his hands down the sides of his pants, trying hard to control his breathing so he wouldn't faint and become a stuttering mess in front of Jimin. He got in line behind him, eyeing Hoseok from the side, who was nodding encouragingly and giving him an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

Frick, what should he do? Talk? Tap his shoulder? Taehyung chewed at his lip, watching as the line ahead of them was dwindling and his mind kept screaming at him for being such a damn idiot.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

He did not mean that. Taehyung wanted to cry, right then and there, hoping that when Park Jimin turned around, he wasn't going to get decked, or at least get shot down for being a loser. How did he mess it up that bad? It didn't even start yet.

He didn't realize how much he towered over Jimin, so that gave him some consolation that this wasn't going to hurt. The older of the two finally swiveled around after tucking his phone away, brows raised on his fair complexion as he pointed at himself.

"Are you talking to me?" Jimin asked, incredulously. Taehyung nodded slowly, cupping the side of his neck, thumb burning against his skin.

"Yeah, I am," Taehyung said, side eyeing Hoseok whose head was on the table, his body shuddering as he tried to contain his laughter. He flushed a deeper shade of red, knowing he messed up.

"That was... cute. I've never had someone try a pick up line on me before," He chuckled sweetly, tucking his blonde hair behind his ear. Wait. Taehyung froze. Did he not fail?

"Well consider me the first," He crammed his lips into a crooked smile, his hand sliding down his neck before he slipped them into his pants pockets. "I wasn't kidding. I think you're really... breathtaking."

"You do? Have I ever seen you around here before?" Jimin asked, batting his eyelashes up at him. At that, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, everything around him suddenly coming to a stop.

Did he not recognize him?

He wasn't sure if he should be offended, or whether if that meant he missed his shot. Taehyung quickly snapped out of it when he realized he wasn't saying anything. He inhaled sharply, gathering all the drops of courage he could muster.

"No. I'm Kim Taehyung," He said, smoothly, holding his hand out to the older. Park Jimin grinned at him, slipping his smaller hand into his. Holy frick their hands touched! He screamed internally, but on the outside, he simply smirked.

"Park Jimin. And by the way, I think you're cute, too," The older squeezed his hand before pulling it away. He crossed his arms, having to look up to meet Taehyung's eyes. Oh god, this was happening. He wa talking to Park Jimin. He noticed him.

"You know, I've never really said that to anyone before," Taehyung chuckled, the smirk on his lips slowly feeling more natural by the second. 

"Why should I believe a guy like you?" Jimin teased, his words enough to make Taehyung's heart spasm in his chest.

"Really? A guy like me?" He feigned innocence with a mere lift of his eyebrow. Jimin nodded, and oh my fricking gosh, was he blushing? His cheeks were a little red, but he wasn't sure if it was his imagination.

"Yeah. Guys like you that use pick-up lines on people," Jimin said, giggling, the sound that left his lips sounding like heaven. Taehyung was practically melting for him. "How would I know if you haven't done this before?"

"'Cause I only use them on the people that matter. And you matter," Taehyung grinned, tilting his head a little to the side, his blue hair falling slightly over his eyes. "I've came across a lot of pretty people, but none of them were as pretty as you."

"You're bold, Taehyung," He said, eyeing him up and down. "Luckily, I like bold. Oh, and you're lucky I'm into guys, too. What would you have done if I was straight?"

"Probably jump off a cliff," The younger said without thinking. He expected him to turn away in disgust, probably even make a comment about how cringey he was, but Jimin just smiled and smacked his arm.

"Hope I see you around sometime. I play volleyball, and if you want, you can drop by a little early so we could chat more."

"I'll consider that," He murmured as Jimin walked up to the front of the line, his gaze never leaving Taehyung's until the woman asked for his order.

Once he was done, he was about to pull out his wallet, but Taehyung was faster. He held a finger up at Mrs. Jung, taking out a wad of won without much thought. The entire time, he felt Jimin's eyes on him, watching him with disbelief.

"You didn't have to do that. I'm a stranger," Jimin chuckled sweetly, following him to the waiting area for his drink order. Taehyung chuckled along, the smile he wore making the skin around his mouth ache.

"And I did 'cause you are one," He said, pushing his hair back, feeling the older's stare on him.

"Why did you?" Jimin asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Taehyung shrugged, flashing him one of those smirks he remembered Jeongguk using on him. He wasn't so sure he replicated it right, but by the way Jimin's feature softened, he supposed he did.

"Because if I ever find myself getting into some sort of relationship with that stranger, the first thing I would tell others about how we met is that one, I used a cheesy ass pick-up line, and two, I bought them their boba," Taehyung said.

"And what's number three?" He smiled up at him.

"Three? I'd tell them that I smiled at them," And so he did, watching as the older's features flushed the prettiest pink he had ever seen. God, it was so pretty it could have been his favorite color.

"How romantic of you," He teased, grabbing his drink. He knew their time was coming to an end, and for some reason, he wished it wasn't. "I have to get going, by the way. I have to go to practice soon."

"Right. When's your next game?" He asked, letting the other walk ahead of him as he leaned against the counter. Jimin turned around, straw resting on the curve of his upperlip.

"Tomorrow. My offer still stands," Jimin waved, and when he walked out of the store, Taehyung let out the biggest breath he was sucking in. Hoseok ran up to him, cheering his name as he grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.

"Told you, you could shoot your shot!" He squealed, grip tighteing around Taehyung's shoulders as he gave him the giddiest grin he could muster. "Look at you, growing up. M'so proud of you!"

"Thanks hyung," Taehyung ended up laughing, realizing that maybe this change wasn't so hard to get used to after all.

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Jeongguk's lips moved feverishly against his, a moan falling from his parted mouth as he jerked his hips forward, nails digging crescents into the sides of the other beneath him. He exhaled sharply into the older's mouth before pulling away, releasing into him with one final thrust.

"Fuck," He swore loudly, pulling out of the stranger and tossing the used condom into the bin beside his bed. Jeongguk flopped onto his back, trying to catch his breath, no thoughts, head empty.

"We should do that again," The boy beside him panted, trying to throw his arm over him and cuddle, but Jeongguk wasn't having it. He removed his hand and sat up, using his soiled blanket to wipe the cum off his stomach.

"I don't think so," He said, getting up from his side of the bed and reaching down to grab his joggers. He slid them over his hips, letting them hang, exposing the faint trace of his v-line.

"Why not? I'm hot, you're hot. Wasn't the sex good?"

Even though sex never failed to clear his mind during weeks that practically ate him alive, this time around, Jeongguk simply wasn't in the mood to talk anymore. He shook his head, hearing the familiar scoff of disappointment and trustfund money along with the furious ruffle of bedsheets.

"Fuck you, you know. Just 'cause you're the captain of the boys' volleyball team doesn't mean you're the supreme twink," The blonde spat.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, hearing the guy mumble more curse words in his direction. The stranger walked around him, picking up their clothes without a hurry as Jeongguk stole another selfish glimpse of his ass. It wasn't good ass, but it was enough to ease his stress at least.

He carded his fingers through his sweaty locks, and from the corner of his eye, he realized the time. He blinked rapidly, wondering if it was the after-sex daze clouding his mind, but it wasn't. The second he saw those red letters on his clock, his blood ran cold.

Oh fuck. Taehyung.

"Get out," Jeongguk snapped, voice cutting through the air. The stranger looked up, eyebrows furrowed as if he spoke another language. "I said get out of here. My roommate's coming back."

"Why do you care? Isn't your roommate that fucking loser?" At that, Jeongguk's jaw clenched, his hands finding their way to his sides. He approached the stranger, stopping until his breath fanned across his cheek, eyes narrowed.

"Don't say that," Jeongguk sneered, shoving the guy back who was clutching his clothes. "Just don't."

"Why not? He's ugly. I don't get why you had to be roomed with a liability like that. You're lucky I'm nice, 'coz people won't wanna fuck you if they hear he's living here," The guy said, scoffing.

"I said, get out," The younger raised his voice, causing the boy to flinch, cowering away from him. He pointed at the door, jutting his chin at him to leave, and without saying another word, he did.

Jeongguk followed him out, watching him stumble as he put his clothes back on hastily. Arms crossed over his chest, he didn't realize he was holding his breath until the boy left. Fuck. Where in the world was Taehyung?

He glanced around the room, making sure nothing was out of place, hoping that Taehyung wouldn't notice he had a person over on one of his days. He knew he had to take a shower, that was for sure. Didn't want a trace of his frequent rule breaking to be recognized anytime soon.

Fuck, plus there was the fact he promised Taehyung today he would go help volunteer with him, and here he was, dawdling and having sex with a dude he couldn't remember the name of just because he had been sexually deprived and stupid enough to almost kiss Specs.

Right, he nearly kissed Specs. Just the thing he needed to add on top of all his stress.

What a way to deal with things, he rolled his eyes, closing his bedroom door behind him as he slid into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Jeongguk was able to scrub literally every trace of the guy off his body, and in minutes finally came out in black skinny jeans and a gray oversized shirt.

His ears picked up the doorknob click, prompting the younger to practically throw himself onto the couch to look like he did nothing for the couple of hours Taehyung left him alone. It usually worked, for Jeongguk's rulebreaking habit had been emerging out of the depths lately.

He didn't mean it, and Taehyung would probably kill him if he found out, but September just wasn't his month right now thanks to Jimin, Specs, and his family back in Busan.

Sex just happened to make it a bit more, easier to deal with.

"You ready...Oh?" Taehyung jingled his keys as he strode in, his crimson blazer draped over his arm. He stopped by the couch, eyebrow raised at the younger.

"What?" Jeongguk swallowed. Taehyung lifted an eyebrow and gestured calmly at his shirt.

"That's my shirt, dumbass. My favorite one."

"Oh really? Want me to take it off... or?"

"Just keep it. Your body is already in it," Taehyung sighed and ran his fingers through his blue hair. It was fading a little without the constant retouches, but it was nothing too bad. Jeongguk made a mental reminder to take him back to Jihyo.

"Alright," His words drifted off as the older went back to his room, carefully shutting the door behind him. And with that, left Jeongguk alone on the couch.

The thing that confused Jeongguk was that nothing was awkward between them.

They nearly kissed— wasn't that a reason to make things weird? Taehyung should be ignoring him, not asking what he wanted him to pick up for him from the cafeteria to eat, or if he did the homework for trig. He shouldn't be standing in the same room as him, or having dinner with him and talking about his day, thinking he wasn't listening when he was.

Most people would have ignored him, maybe even call him a couple insults for fucking it all up. But at this point, he knew Taehyung wasn't like most people. It was this feeling he couldn't describe when it came to him— he was just different, but not in a bad way.

But it was odd. Jeongguk spent all his time walking on eggshells around Specs, but the older went ahead and destroyed every shell without batting an eyelash.

"Hey, loser. You ready to go?" He blinked rapidly, tilting his head up when he realized Taehyung was speaking to him. Jeongguk opened his mouth to talk, but the older cut him off.

"Are you okay? Like all you've been doing lately is hitting a volleyball against the wall or staring at your bowl of cereal like it's gonna talk to you," Taehyung said, his hands on his hips.

Suddenly his entire throat ran dry. "M'okay. Just vibing, you know?"

"Really though? You've been 'just vibing' for days," The older sighed, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside him. Jeongguk gulped, noticing the space he kept between them.

"I'm gonna give you five seconds to tell me what's wrong."

"There's nothing wrong?"

"Five...four..three," He counted down slowly, a smirk slotted lazily over his lips. Jeongguk rolled his eyes, knowing it wasn't going to work on him, but the longer Taehyung stared at him, his features paled.

"This isn't gonna work," He murmured, shifting a little in his seat. "You can't peer pressure me to do shit, Specs."

"Yes I can. It's my turn."

"Fuck off, Blues Clues."

"I'm almost at one. Literally stalling to give you time!" Taehyung mused, his gaze never leaving his. Jeongguk swallowed, hands sweating and throat closing for an entirely different reason. His thoughts, fuck his thoughts, what even were they?

"Why?" He slipped his palms together, wincing at how damp they were, and the way his voice nearly broke around the edges.

"Why what? Use your big boy words." He cooed, enough to frustrate the younger completely.

"Why aren't we awkward?"

Jeongguk blurted out, the words strung into one jumble but enough to knock the wind out of his chest. He watched quietly as Taehyung's smile slowly fell off his lips, instead his teeth clamping down and biting at the skin.

"Is there a reason to be?" Taehyung asked, which wasn't what he expected. He frowned, eyeing the older as he tucked his blue hair behind his ear. At that, his shoulders tensed, the words he wanted to say bubbling up his throat.

"We nearly kissed for fuck's sake," He said, gesturing between the two of them. "Dudes don't continue life after like normal after almost kissing someone. It's literally bound to be awkward. It's human nature to be awkward." Taehyung lifted an eyebrow.

"Jeon, you said yourself you were teaching me." Oh. Taehyung chuckled softly, "I'm okay. I don't think you're weird, but I do believe you're an ass from time to time. But I also didn't quite pin you as a fellow overthinker."

"I don't overthink." Yes you did, you manchild. He sat up straighter, not missing the older rolling his eyes. "I was concerned for you."

"Concerned for me? I'm starting to believe you're considering me as a friend," Taehyung teased, which didn't go appreciated by the younger. He scowled, kicking his leg out to get him, but the older was fast, dodging his attack with a yelp.

"No. I'm casually refering to our rules!" Jeongguk said, firmly. At that, Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"Jeongguk, I don't break rules, and you know that, or else I wouldn't be having my job. I'm well aware of them, and I have a feeling that this isn't about me," He said, catching the younger off guard.

"Are you struggling with emotions right now?"

"What the fuck? No? I'm not a prepubescent teen!"

"Well you sound like one," Taehyung shrugged, earning a death glare from him. "What? I had to ask. I had a seminar about mental health the other day. I'm learning to become a counselor so I could add it onto my resumee."

"M'not troubled for fuck's sake. I'm okay," He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Just concerned."

"Then what? Are you not getting enough sex?"

"Weird question, Velma. I choose the category 'Nonpersonal Questions' for four hundred."

"This isn't jeopardy, idiot."

"It is now, 'cause I said so. Uno reverse card." Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"If it's about this, do you want me to write a whole ass essay to prove why I would never ever like you in that way to satisfy your ego? 'Cause I can start with the fact that I'm not attracted to you, Jeon. I'm not your type, and you aren't mine," The older snapped. Ouch. "Is that it?"

"I don't know," He murmured, defeated. "I really don't know." It was the truth— he was clueless, and he honestly didn't know how he felt.

What even was the entire point of this argument? He was being stupid, letting his stupid emotions get the best of him. He blamed it partly on September being the worst month ever, and the fact he was sexually deprived. He was Jeon Jeongguk; he shouldn't be so affected by as something as trivial as an almost kiss.

Taehyung was basically a hook-up minus all the sex and the addition of awkward flirting. They weren't even fuckbuddies, much less actual friends.

Beside him, Taehyung deflated, and after a moment, he exhaled softly. Jeongguk couldn't bring himself to meet his eye until he got a grip of himself (he was working on it).

"Jeongguk, we agreed to help each other. If you want to back out—," Taehyung started, but Jeongguk cut him off, shooting up in his seat.

"No. I need this... for volleyball," Jeongguk shoved his fingers through his hair, tugging slightly at his scalp. Right. It was the reason he was in this anyways, and making Taehyung hot was part of getting Jimin off his ass.

Get your head back in the game Jeon.

"Okay, then we'll continue. If it gets too much, it's your call, but don't overthink. It sucks," He got up after the older, the two of them walking side by side toward the door. Jeongguk held the door open for him, but before they could leave, he cleared his throat.

"Specs."

"Jeon Jeongshit?"

"I'm not thinking anymore."

"Good, but like, I think you should still use some brain power—,"

"—Are we good?" He suddenly said, ignoring him. Taehyung's shoulders sagged downward, and despite what Jeongguk expected as a huge 'no' he nodded with a small smile.

"Why wouldn't we be, pal?" He awkwardly punched his shoulder. The younger's nose crinkled as he exited the door first, shutting it in the older's face before he could get out.

He sped up, snickering to himself as he slipped his hands into his pocket, hearing an agitated Specs shout his name down the hall. He glanced over his shoulder to see Specs struggling to catch up, features lightening up as he fought the smile twitching onto his lips.

He ran down the hall, hearing a flurry of censored curse words and Specs threatening to pop all of his volleyballs. He didn't know when he started laughing his face off, or when he stopped and Taehyung rammed right into his back.

It was nice, not having to think, and with all honesty, he didn't think being Specs's 'pal' was that bad of an idea after all. But of course, he wasn't going to say that out loud.

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who's your favorite? mine's jk
(i think i always love jk in all my
books tbh) he's a big idiot wbk 😌

ahh i hope everything's making
sense?? i hope nothing's confusing
but like jk is the definition of it lmao
anywayyss stay safe out there😎✌️
your health is important and you
should be sleeping & eating, cuz if
not i'll personally remind you myself
lubbb you guys🥰💛
— mela