Chapter Two.

"We're too young to just worry. Just for today, I'd rather go than worry."

Warning: use of profanity

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Taehyung POV

I rushed down the corridor, panting from exhaustion. I had to be at Jimin's dorm in five minutes, lord knows what that angry midget would do if I was late...again. He may be small and attractive, but that glare can kill. Not to mention that he's not afraid to hurt people for himself either. I rounded the corner, barely dodging a fake plant.

I reached my dorm room and slung it open.

"Fuck, okay. I— ugh I have to get my bag and I still have to change, crap," I threw off my shirt, but it got stuck on my head. So here I was, fighting with an inanimate object.

Then I heard a soft, almost inaudible voice speak up.

Did I mention the voice was very sexy? No? Well, whoever it is, I've been blessed by hearing him.

"Uh, hello? Are you good...?" the man with the sexy voice sounded out.

No.

"Yes, just in a rush- wait, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY DORM!?!" I exclaim, I didn't really have time for this. Jimin is gonna kill me. Not literally I hope but Jimin is the worse person possible to be ignored by.

"Um, well, I'm Jungkook, your roommate,"  the voice responded monotonously. It sounded as if I weren't a complete stranger that was fighting (and losing) with an inanimate object. Like he's used to this kind of crazy.

"Um- well, I don't have time for this shit," I said, instantly regretting it. I sounded rude, but I really don't care right now. Jimin is and has been my top priority, and no one can change that. Or so I thought.

"I have to go, bye," I said as I run to my room, throw on a random shirt, grab my bag and bee-line it for the door.

What an amazing first impression, Tae. Good job. The kid probably thinks you're insane. Peachy.

I ran to the elevators, hitting the poor button with all my might. The elevator came down with a ding. I loaded into the elevator and repeatedly hit the 4th-floor button.

Once the elevator came to a halt, I ran out and ran straight to Jimin's room. I swung the door open and entered.

"YO YO HOMIE JOE, WHERE ARE YOU?" I said obnoxiously loud.

No answer.

I sat down on the desk's chair, slinging my bag across the room. I look around.

Huh. It's clean... Maybe his roommate keeps it clean, because Jimin isn't this much of a germaphobe.

I reach in my pocket, pulling out my phone, playing games for about thirty minutes.

I look up to the bathroom door that opened to reveal Jimin. He was freshly showered and clad in a stylish black and white outfit. His blonde hair swept back messily, black specs falling down his nose bridge.

"Where you goin' all dressed up? Gotta hot date?" I chuckle.

"Um, I have to go to my parent's house. Sorry man," he says as he bites the inside of his cheek.

"I RAN ALL THE WAY HERE," Was I actually mad? Nah. Was I aggravated? Hell yes!

"WHAT THE  BUNK MAN!?! I JUST RAN, MAY I REPEAT, RAN. I DON'T RUN FOR NOTHIN' " I yell, obviously joking.

"LOOK MAN, I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO RUN HERE," Jimin says as he shrugs his shoulders, no emotion in his voice.

"IT WAS IMPLIED, YOU DRUNKEN MIDGET," I yell back whilst making dramatic hand motions in the air.

"OOF, WELL YOU HAVE TO SKI-FUCKIN-DADDLE," He says as he picks up his bag and keys. One thing I know for sure about Jimin is that he always wants to be the best at everything, even be the cutest and he is but he shows his 'bad-boy, don't give me disrespect, I don't care' to me and that's what hurts.

"Ugh, fine," I say as I roll my eyes and dramatically sashay out.

Man, what a bummer. Maybe I can get to know that Jungcook guy or, was it  Jongcook?  Either way, I probably screwed up the first introduction thing. Oh well.

As I walk into my- I mean our dorm, I hear light snores from the coach. As I look to where the sounds are coming from, I see the kid from before passed out on the couch. He was comfortably laying down on the couch. His chestnut brown hair frayed across the pillow, making a sort've halo of his messy hair. His cherry red lips were in the form of a pout, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He was wearing a pink bunny top that was a bit too big on his well-built body. I wonder how he fell asleep so fast.

I stood there, analyzing the boy in awe. He was cute, yes, I'm not gonna lie to myself. I was debating in my head whether or whether not I should wake him up, or carry him into his room.

In the end, I decided to just carry him. He was probably tired if he was able to pass out on the couch.

The boy was surprisingly light, resulting in me being able to lift him with ease. I carry him into his room and lay him down on his bed. Well, it was more of a mattress on the floor since his furniture still hasn't arrived.

The mattress looks uncomfortable, like, hella uncomfortable.

I can't let this innocent smol bean sleep on an uncomfortable mattress, what kinda human being would I be? I mean, look at the guy, he's wearing PINK BUNNY PAJAMAS. I must protect. I'm soft, don't touch me.

I lift him up again and bring him into my room.

"Okay, Taehyung. Would it be weird to put him in your bed? Probably. Are you still going to do it? Probably," I laid him down on my bed awkwardly.

"Well, this didn't go as planned."

The boy had taken up most of the small bed and made himself right at home. Welp looks like I just got kicked out. Guess I'll be sleeping on the couch. Back to square one. Lovely.

I look at Jungkook, aw, how cute. Wait, hold up... am I, Kim Taehyung, fanboying....? PFFT, THAT HAPPENED. NO REGRETS, THOUGH.

~~Time skip to a few hours later~~

I awoke to the sound of a shrill scream that reverberated off of the walls.

"wh- what," I said softly as I stood up and run towards the sound. Oh god, Is something wrong? 

It's scary how something can go from being so angelic to so horrifying so quick.

When I enter, I see Jungkook looking scared, like, petrified.

"Um, what is it? Are you okay??" I asked, still a tad groggy, but mainly alert and attentive.

"I-I saw a spider," he says as he points towards the corner of the room.

"Really? A spider? I thought someone was getting murdered, dude. Like, please don't get blood on sheets that I JUST washed," I say as I look at the trembling boy.

"Are you really that scared of a spider?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow.

"Y-yes," He says as he timidly fiddled with his fingers.

"Where's the ding dang spider?" I asked, in which I got a point from Jungkook in response. I grab my shoe off the floor and smashed it. I almost swore that I saw him smirk.

"There," I say triumphantly, ignoring what I thought I saw.

"My hero," Jungkook says, sarcasm practically dripping from his tongue. He lays back down and gets under the covers.

I walk out, only to hear another scream .02 seconds later. I run back into the room and look Jungkook in the eyes.

"WHAT NOW?!" I ask as I steady myself against the door frame.

"WHY AM I IN YOUR ROOM?!?!" He exclaims as he shoots up out of the bed and walks towards me.

"Oh," a faint blush made a way to my face, "that..."

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A/n so, what do you think?