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Jungkook's pov, 

  "Do you have another overnight?" 

  I heard Jimin ask, when I was checking myself in the mirror, making sure my uniform tie was straight and tucking my shirt-tail into my black slacks. 

 "No. Regular duty. Will be back around one o'clock."  I said , looking at his face in the mirror.

  "Oh. I'm going to sleep early tonight. So I'll be seeing you tomorrow."—Jimin said after a moment, glancing at my reflection.  He was busy dusting the room, wearing his favorite yellow cartoon character pajamas. His cell rang the next moment. He picked it up with the other hand, "Hey mama's boy,"

It was none other than Hoseok. 

  "Now? But why? You said you are cool with this new dance step… … No I don't have the recording… . Ice cream parlour? Now? Can we talk tomorrow?..... I'm really very tired right now. See you in the morning. Bye bye."

I was listening to their one-sided conversation while tying my shoelaces. Being overused, my grey Fila sneakers were worn out near the toe area, making it uncomfortable to wear in a posh nightclub like 'G-pub'. However it wouldn't be easily noticed from outside and another pair would cost almost a quarter of my salary. I had added this to my have-to-buy-when-I-get-the-payment list with a dozen other things. 

  "Hobi was clinging to me the whole day. I don't know what happened to him." —Jimin said as soon as he cut the call. "Did he tell you something?" 

  "Nope."  I shrugged, pretending to have no idea what it was about. I had suspected something, but it was their personal matter, so before coming to an imaginary conclusion and saying something that might create misunderstandings later, I decided that I should talk with Hoseok first. 

I was going to open the door, but hearing a knock at the same moment, my hand halted over the doorknob. 

  "Room number 375. Open up the door." —The knock was louder this time along with the familiar female voice—Miss Miyoung—our dormitory supervisor. Her round chubby face, with curly bangs around her eyes came to mind before she would come into my view. But the moment I opened the door, I found two brilliantly crafted eyes widening animatedly in ultimate surprise, and four of his long slender fingers covering his parted mouth in disbelief, making me almost jump. 

  "What the fu-" I somehow managed to control my tongue when the glaring lady beside the blue-velvet cake cleared her throat in a warning tone. 

F*ck! 

  "May I ask why you're here at this hour, Miss Miyoung?" Crossing my hands, I chewed each word out. But my heart was pounding. My sixth sense was stirring, alerting me that something bad was going to happen. 

And it did. 

  Miss Miyoung glanced at Taehyung and said— "This boy is newly admitted." [Like we did not know]  "And only this room had left a seat, so," [Oh no no no no]  "He is going to stay here."

Shit!

Taehyung, wearing the same blue shirt and jeans, smiled brightly looking at Jimin, but it faded the moment it met my darker orbs. 

  "Sorry, but we can't have a new roommate." I unfold my arms from where I’d crossed them over my chest, said looking uptight, "I have an objection."

  "File a complaint to the administration if you have objections, kid. Right now, he's going to stay here. And that's final." —Miss Miyoung roared. 

  "But the bed is broken."  If it was not, then I was definitely going to break it. 

  "It could be repaired." —The woman was determined. 

So was I.

  "Jimin said he heard some weird noises in the bathroom some days ago. This boy might get scared."

  "I am pretty sure he's matured enough to deal with these things." 

  "What if he's not?"  Well, he'd shown enough maturity in Mr Bang's class. 

  "Are you kidding me?"  —Miss Miyoung arched her thin brows at me. These tricks would not work on her. She took her pen out of her pocket and wrote Taehyung's name under this room in her notebook, and left before telling Taehyung to get his huge trolley bag inside and enjoy his stay. But what was more surprising, Jimin hugged the blue-velvet dearly as soon as he entered, like he had just found his long lost twin. 

  "Oh I'm so happy to have you as my roomie."

  "Me as well."

  Sure you did! You planned all these, didn't you? I bit my inner lips. 

  "Taehyung, baby, this is your bed." —Jimin tapped on the upper berth of my bunk bed, with his signature toothpaste commercial smile. "The other two are occupied."

The blue head nodded twice. 

  "I can't believe this." I couldn't believe in my luck. The person I was trying to avoid had to be in the same class with me. Not only that, I was just about to forget that unpleasant incident from the morning, but now I could ever not, as he'd officially become my roommate.

  "So your cousin is also staying in the dormitory?" —Jimin asked him when Taehyung dropped his bag on the floor, near my bed. 

  "Yeah, in the teacher's dorm." —Softly replied the bluehead. 

  "Ah really?" —Jimin made him sit on his own bed, holding his hand, "Is he single?"

Was that necessary? 

  "Single?"  —Taehyung thought for a moment, his large eyes rolled upward, then replied with a nod, "Oh yes. He's a bachelor."

  "Great." —Jimin looped his arms around his neck, clinging like a baby koyla, "From now on, we're besties, ok?"

Taehyung smiled again, and again it dropped looking at me. His smile was pretty, just like him. But needless to say, I was annoyed and very very angry with him. 

  "Don't ever think of touching my things." I slammed the door shut behind me as I came out of that theater.

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Taehyung's pov, 

My abdominal muscles flinched almost imperceptibly at the loud noise made by that human, Jungkook. Who on earth closed their doors like that? He seriously needed to learn basic human manners. And the way he was looking at me, my goodness, like he wanted to swallow me whole. His eyes were alight with wildfire, enough to melt a wax statue and I was definitely not in his good books. I almost forgot blinking at the last look he gave me over his  shoulder before getting out.

I wasn't imagining it; he seemed really angry.

But what could I do? I tried to stay away from him all day, but unintentionally we kept crossing paths again and again. I even had no idea he was going to be my roommate from now on. Was all this just a coincidence? 

Anyway, I was going to spend my first night with humans so I was just so excited. According to my mission statement: the closer I got with them, the more I could learn about their nature. 

I looked around the room. It was a small cozy room with a single window to my right. One single and a fitted bunk bed. Three small study tables with chairs, three separate wardrobes were aligned near the wall. Another door, closed, besides Jimin's bed. I assumed it was the bathroom. 

The Guitar, I saw Jungkook was carrying, placed near his bed. I wanted to touch the strings, make something rhythmic, but feared when I recalled its owner's death glare. I better not make him mad again. 

  "Do you want to take a bath before sleeping?" —Jimin, not only asked me sweetly, even let me use his lemon body wash when I said 'yes'. 

I was already liking this human. He was so sweet, polite in nature, different from Jungkook, different from any other human I met here. We talked about many things. Mostly about shooky. I couldn't get why a bubbly and friendly person like him became interested in a grumpy man like Shooky? As I'd seen, Shooky was far from being friendly. 

Before the lights were off Jimin helped me get on the top bunk bed. Climbing the narrow stairs would never be fun, at least not for me. The hotel room that Shooky and I had hired was good, but quite costly for us, that was why we had to apply for a seat in a low-cost college dormitory. 

Staring at the hollow ceiling I kept on thinking about my life at BT. My brother Tutu might have become a father and Titi, looking at the night-sky, maybe he was remembering me. I missed him. Father, I missed him too. And my little pet plant. Here I could even pet an animal; a living creature—which was illegal in BT. 

Hours passed. But I couldn't sleep. 

Rolling on my side, I glanced down at my first human bestie, Jimin. He was sleeping soundly. The faint beam of street lights, through the slightly ajar window, fell on his face, making him look more beautiful. 

Truthfully I didn't know why I couldn't sleep. The bed was small but comfy, the pillow was soft. Everything was there at the right places, and it wasn't like I was waiting for that angry human to return. Then why? 

  "This won't do." I sighed and strolled to the bathroom. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I splashed some water on my face. The cold water over my stingy eyes did a miracle. Finally my first yawn of the night striked with uttermost content.

I was going to climb the bunk stairs again, but my legs, on their own, halted. That earthy scent that fascinated me from before was hypnotizing me to the point I rushed to smell it more. It was coming from the pillow of the lower bunk bed. I took the pillow in my arms and smelt, filling up my lungs. Then rested my head over it. My eyes closed relaxingly. 

Sleep came before I could realize where I was sleeping. 

I was having a dream, maybe, the leading actor of a famous k-drama that I watched a month ago was wrapping my torso with his strong thick arms. His breath fanned over my neck, tickling with every exhale. The scent that helped me sleep earlier was strong now. My sleepy eyelids cracked open when the tickling became unendurable. And I saw the most unrealistic thing that I couldn't even imagine in my dreams.

There wasn't any k-drama oppa who was holding me tightly. It was Jungkook. 

Lifting my wrist, I checked my watch, 2.45. So it had been two hours since I'd fallen asleep in Jungkook's bed! When did he come back? I didn't hear the knock. Did he have a spare key with him? Then why didn't he wake me up? 

The train of my thoughts interrupted when his grip around me tightened, almost squishing my lean body, making my breath shallow. 

I craned my neck toward him. He seemed to be in deep slumber. His sleeping face was just so breathtaking, something to be adored. 

I saw him yawning countless times today. Maybe he was too sleepy to notice someone was sleeping on his bed. It was actually my fault, not his. 

What should I do? What should I do now? He was unaware, that's why he's being so touchy with me but the moment he was going to wake up, I knew I'd be screwed. 

Delicately holding his wrist, I was going to remove his hands off me, but hearing him murmuring something faintly, my hand steeled. I moved my right earlobe near his mouth to hear it clearly. 

  "Jieun," —He whispered.

Jieun? 

  "Jieun, my baby." 

Baby? He was a dad? Already? 

  "Baby, you're so cute." —it came out as a faint gurgling noise.

I didn't know why but I could feel my cheeks becoming hot with his compliment. However I knew this was not for me. This was most probably for his daughter. 

  A moment later he murmured again— "My love,"

Love? So Jieun was his wife? 

  "Let me kiss you." 

KISS!! 

'To touch or press with the lips slightly pursed, and then often to part them and to emit a smacking sound, in an expression of affection, love, greeting, reverence, etc'.......I read in the dictionary book and I had seen it in movies. 

Before I could even recall what I read in Wikipedia, his soft red lips touched my cheek and I lost my breath. 

He kissed me? He kissed me! Like a real kiss! 

My stomach was overrun with flapping butterflies. It was my first time feeling something like this. I thought kisses were nasty. But it was not. I admit that I liked it. 

But this was wrong.

He didn't kiss me. He kissed his wife or lover or whoever he had in his mind. And that was definitely not me. 

I felt a slight pang in my chest. A disappointment that I should not be feeling. What was happening to me?

No. I must not let this go further. 

  "Jung-" I was going to call him and was ready to say sorry for falling asleep on his bed, but what he did, totally left me speechless. His hand moved in his sleep, first over my belly, then at my waistline. Tugging my pajama shirt up, his cold hand touched my skin underneath. 

Goosebumps formed. Holding my breath I was counting seconds, my heartbeats racing faster than the clock in the wall. 

Traveling from the southern side, his hand roamed all over my belly. The butterflies might have died out of overexcitement. 

Leaving my belly, his hand came halted over my left nipple, rubbing the soft bud with two of his fingers, he moaned out his lover's name again. 

I had seen in movies humans make weird noises when they became extremely sad. Their eyes swell up and water, they say tears came out from there. At this very moment I was feeling like doing the same thing. 

The torture over my nipple didn't end. With every pinch, a jolt of electricity ran through my body. My nails dug into my palm. It was becoming impossible to even breathe. 

I wanted him to remove his heavy hands off me, but at the same time I wanted him to never stop. What was happening to me… . 

  Bringing his mouth extremely closer to my ear, he whispered—  "I wanna suck these. Bite your buds so hard until you squirm under me and beg to let you go."

What? 

If this were our planet BT, he might have been put into prison for doing this perverted action. But I guess, he wouldn't be punished here. 

I averted my eyes at his face. Though there wasn't much light in the room, I could read his facial expression. He was sleeping, there was no doubt. His pupils moved slightly under his heavy eyelids. A mischievous smile over his thin lips made me wonder if he really wanted to do that to her! Or just teasing her! If his girlfriend were in my position, how would she react? Wouldn't she slap him for being a pervert? Or… or let him do that? 

My thoughts scattered, when his hands left my nipples and again voyaged to the southern territory. 

What was he planning to do now? 

  "Your skin is so smooth." —He murmured breathily. 

I shuddered. 

  "Your curvy waist is so delicious."

Nobody had ever told me that before. 

  "Mmmm, so soft," 

I thought I was going to die.

  His hand ghosted over my pajama pants, delicately cupped my peepee— "Your cock is so soft." A pause, "Your COCK?"

Like he'd seen a ghost, Jungkook stumbled backwards falling hard on the floor as soon as he opened his eyes. 

We couldn't speak for a while. His eye contact was steady on mine when he stood. 

  "You," —His surprised expression first turned into disbelief, then anger. 

  "Me?" 

  "Why are you here?"

  "I don't know."

I really didn't know what I was doing here. 

  "Don't tell me,"  —Jungkook took a deep breath when he finally got the situation, "You tried to hit on me again?" 

  I shook my head vigorously, "No. I was just going to tell you-" 

  "Shut up." —He shouted. It awakened the other human. 

Rubbing his eyes, Jimin tried to figure out what was happening. He turned on the brighter light to get a better view. 

  "I know you did this intentionally." —Jungkook scowled, "I told you that I am straight, still you're doing this to get my attention. Are you this desperate?"

  "No." I shook my head again. I was never desperate for anybody's attention. 

  "Jungkook, Jungkook calm down. You're scaring him." —Jimin held his hand from his back. This somehow made him calm. 

  "I went to the bathroom and slept in your bed." I hang my head low. "Sorry."

  Jungkook huffed in disbelief— "Poor excuse. Now get up."

I was going to get up, but that boy had zero patience. He heaved me up by my waist and threw me over his shoulder effortlessly, like my body was made of feathers. I felt the rotation of the earth, as my head dropped downward by gravity. My eyes were just some inches ahead of his buttocks. And my buttocks were under his embrace. 

  "Put him down, baby will get scared." —Jimin bawled. 

But it didn't work on him. Climbing on the stairs, Jungkook dropped me on my abandoned top bunk and glared steadily— "Do this again, I'll throw you out of the room. Got it?" 

I nodded. 

  "Uhm," He ran his wet tongue over his lips, voice toned down a bit when he asked— "Did you hear anything?" 

I could hear his loud heartbeats. 

  "N-no." I thought this would be the right answer to save this awkward moment. 

  "Oh. OK sleep." —Taking his doe eyes off me, he climbed down. 

 "G-good night." I said, looking at him. 

No reply. As expected. 

The light turned out again. My roomies went back to their separate beds. But me being able to fall back asleep was little to nonexistent. 

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