Chapter Thirteen
"I acted like it wasn't a big deal when really it was breaking my heart."

Warning: profanity may be used, semi smut.

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Taehyung's POV

8/29/18, 8:59 PM, TWO DAYS LATER.

I throw my head back and moan as quietly as I can, as I cum.

I remove my hand from my king as I pull the covers over my body and snuggle into the comforter.

I start to close my eyes and fall asleep when I suddenly recoil back in fear as someone knocks on my door and starts to come in.

I clutch the comforter closely to my body and was about to yell out profanities, but didn't once I saw Jungkook.

Shit! Did he hear me moan!? No, no, no, don't come in! IM NAKED JEON JUNGKOOK. GO. AWAY. I clutch the cover tighter as I forced a smile on my face.

"Hey, Taehyung!" He calmly walked up to me and sat very, very, close.

"Uh, h-hey," I stuttered and he frowned.

Dang, it Taehyung! Why did you have to stutter!?

"Tae... Why the fuck does it smell like sex in here?" He said calmly, but I could see the fire in his eyes.

I open my mouth to say something. Anything. But nothing comes out.

His eyes went from my own, down to my bare chest, and... down to my lap that's covered by my covers. With every look I receive from him, I could feel his glare on my skin, making me shiver.

Before I even had time to react, he ripped the comforter off of me, revealing my naked body and my cum that contrasts colors to the black sheets, all the while standing up so he could get a better look.

I widen my eyes as I froze on the spot, not being able to move at all.

It seems the same for Jungkook as he isn't moving at all, his eyes glued to my king. His face holds no emotion but his eyes tell a different story. All you can see in his eyes are guilt and lust.

Jungkook gulped.

He gulped... Wait, why?

"I-I-"

"I'm so, so, sorry!" With that, he ran out.

I slammed my head into my pillow and screamed into it from frustration, as I curl into a ball.

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Jungkook's POV

8/29/18, 9:33 PM

Ring, ring, ring.

"This call has been forward to an automat-" I huffed as I ended the call.

So far I have called Yoongi three times, Namjoon two times, and Jimin once but nobody has answered.

Wait... How did I even get Jimin's number!? You know what? Who even cares at this point.

"J-Jungko-"

Taehyung didn't even get to finish what he was saying because I got up and walked out the door. Once I got into the elevator Jimin started calling me.

"Hello?" I said rushed.

"Hey, I saw you called...?"

"Yeah, can I come to your dorm?"

"Wha- Yeah! Sure!"

"Cool! What's your dorm number?"

"Second floor, and number 247," replied a hesitate, soft, feminine like voice with a hint of masculinity.

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute," I hung up.

I push the second-floor button and wait. That's when I notice the silence in the small space. The silence was deafening, forcing me to think. Think about what you may ask? Anything, really.

My mind wandered back to what happened earlier.

*Flashback to a few minutes ago*

I hung up my phone with a bright smile on my face. Namjoon had just asked me if me and my friend Taehyung, wanted to go to the cappella thing by the campus pool.

I had agreed but told him I would call back once I had asked Taehyung if he wanted to go.

I skipped over to his room with a small smile on my face. You see, I wanted to go because I love singing, but I didn't know about Taehyung.

When I stood in front of Taehyung's room, I heard a strange noise. I didn't really think anything of it because, well, my excitement was winning the best of me. The noise was probably irrelevant anyway, right?

I knocked and swung the door open to see him jump and hide under the covers.

Then it hit me. The malodorous stench of sweat and lust that hung in the air. It harassed my nostrils and made every hair on my neck stand up with confusion and jealousy. But why jealousy...?

"Hey, Taehyung!" I forced out a greeting and a smile.

"H-hey," Taehyung stammered out.

"Tae... Why the fuck, does it smell like sex in here?" I grimaced, trying to keep calm.

I tried to stay calm but then I registered what his appearance was. He seemed to be, atlas, topless. His lips were swollen and red as if bitten on. His hair was tangled as if someone had been running their fingers through it. To top it all of, he was panting. Overall he looked, I guess you could say... hot.

I questioned the situation. Maybe he was hiding someone under the blankets?

To answer my theory, I brought up my hands to the top of the duvet and in a swift motion pulled it down. But to my surprise, no woman laying there, but to see something else.

A white substance that contrasted with the black sheets.

OH FUCK. WE WASN'T- HE WAS. OH, CRAP.

Tearing my eyes from his cock, I looked up at Taehyung to see him emotionlessly laying on the mattress. The tip of his ears was bright red. He made eye contact with me as I saw his face heat up to an almost purple color.

"I am so, so sorry!" I exclaimed as I quickly threw the covers out of my hands and rushed out of his room, my face burning red.

*End of flashback*

I could feel my face heat up just thinking about it.

The elevator doors slid open with a pleasant ding.

As I stepped out I drew in a deep breath in as an attempt to regain my composure.

I walked down the halls as I quietly whispered '247' under my breath over and over again. My eyes scan over the numbers written on small plaques placed strategically beside the doors.

"244, 245, 246, ah-hah! 247."

I rapt on the door and waited for the wooden door to open.

When the door swung open, I saw Jimin looking rather handsome. He was clad in an oversized sweater that enveloped his petite frame. He also had light washed, ripped jeans on.

I noticed his hair was no longer the sandy blonde, but now a baby pink. His hair was slightly damp like he had just got out of the shower but nevertheless was styled.

"I just dyed my hair," he chuckled softly. I'm guessing he saw me staring. "I was getting bored of blonde since I get bored easily. So I asked my friends what color and they said pink," he explained as he ran a hand through his newly dyed pink locks.

"I like it," I said as I subconsciously reached out to touch it.

My hand made contact with his freshly dyed hair, I ran my hand through it. It wasn't until my arm recoiled back from the boy's head that I realized what I had done.

Jimin's face turned about the same color as his hair as he blinked rapidly.

"Sorry," I said as I scratched the back of my neck. You see, despite his hair being slightly wet, it looked really fluffy like cotton candy.

Jimin cleared his throat, "It-It's okay," he mumbled whilst fiddling with his fingers.

He suddenly stops his tasks and smirks at me.

"Come on in. Let's play 21 questions shall we?"

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A/n

*Piper here*
*sweats nervously*

We had a hard time even writing this. Someone suggested smut, what do we do if we had this much trouble writing this?  I got the easier part and didn't write that part, but poor savvy *sighs in French*

*savvy here*