Namjoon jogged at a steady pace all the way through the winding paths that divided the dorms. He was thankful for the breathable material of his sweats otherwise he would have been drenched from the heat of the noon sun.

North hall.
West.
East.

It's when he arrives at south that he slows his pace to a walk, his hands resting on his hips as he walked up the steps to the second building. He slips in behind a group of students already on their way in and jogs briskly up the stairs inside rather than taking the elevator.

Sweat dripped from his brow as he reached the second floor, the scent of men's body spray and Febreze thick in the air. He walks purposefully through the crowded hallway, smiling and nodding before slapping hands with a few guys as he passed them. As he approached a particular door, a tall lanky young man with perfectly dark brown skin and freshly twisted locs emerges from his dorm... He's an inch or two taller than Namjoon and is just about to exit when he walks up. When the two lock eyes they greet each other familiarly.

"Sup Rod..." Namjoon daps him up, pulling him into a brief should hug before tipping his chin in the direction of the open dorm doorway.

"Oh shit...Sup Big Man...You looking for ya boy?" he asks and Namjoon nods.

"Aw yeah...he's here." He grimaces. Namjoon furrows his brow, watching Rod pull his backpack up over his shoulder.

"What..." he asks cautiously and Rod shakes his head.

"Oh, nothing. Follow the music as usual...make sure you knock before you go in there though..." Rod taps Namjoon's shoulder as he breezed past him, chuckling cryptically until he faded into the distance. He leaves his door open so that Namjoon could enter and the booming bass is already audible before he even enters.

The pounding rhythm of the speakers vibrates the walls of Hoseok's room and it seems to compete with every measured stroke he delivered. His heavy breathing was concealed by his stamina and the single chain that hung from his neck dangled over Evaline's pleasured face. From being an avid skateboarder most of his life, Hoseoks's body was tight and toned. His abs flexed with every roll of his hips, and his chocolate brown hair sways in his face.

The music did well in concealing the sounds of her moaning from a distance but Hoseok relished in the strained sounds of her euphoria. He smiles down at her then bites his lip and throws his head back briefly to clear his hanging bangs from his eyes.

"Mmmmmbaby...yes..yes.." she whimpers beneath him, her thick caramel glazed legs wrapping around his svelte waist. Hoseok clenches his jaw at her wetness and he glances down to watch his dick disappear between her folds.

Eva was petite but not in terms of measurements. Her beautiful body was bountiful in curves, thick thighs, soft squishy tummy, and wide hips. Her large chest bounced and jiggled from the force and speed of her man's thrusts. One of his arms is nestled between them, the corresponding hand at her throat as he continued to fuck her harder. His other hand held her by the waist, his thumb pressing harshly into the crease of her love handles.

"You say, something baby? Hmm?" Hoseok asks her in a raspy tone as he leaned down to peck her pouted lips. As he lifted back up, he snaps his hips into her harder. She yelps at the painful/pleasurable sensation, screwing her eyes shut. A wolfish grin crosses his face and he applies some pressure to her throat.

"hmm? What was that" he squeezed her harder, snapping into her again.

"Yes! Fuck...." Eva whines.

"You love me?"

"Yes.."

"Digame...Ahora..." He grits, the roll of his tongue making Eva's walls clench.

"I love you..." she cries out, inhaling sharply when Hoseok's grip on her neck loosens. He shakes his head at her hurried response and closes his hand around her again. He leans forward to press his chest against hers, placing his lips at her ear.

"Ah ah...Digame.." He repeats in a haunting whisper. Without giving her a chance to respond, He snaps into her harder than before and drives himself as deep as he would go. Eva gasps when the tip of him hits her sharply and Hoseok turns his head to kiss her tear-stained face.

"...te quiero.." she rasps back, much to Hoseok's dismay. He grunts his disapproval before squeezing her tighter and pushing himself impossibly deeper.

"Can't hear you..." he growls in her ear again. Suddenly he begins pulling back and strokes her painfully slow, angling his hips so that the tip of his dick brushed harshly against that rigid spot inside of her with every pass. Eva squirms under him, her hooded eyes rolling back and chin trembling from his delicious tease. The impending sensation of her orgasm intensified with every stroke, pushing her closer by the second.

But it's just barely enough...

"Te Quiero.." she utters in a strained voice, just barely audible to Hoseok's waiting ears.

"Louder..." He presses into her hard and slow, pushing her as close to the edge that she can go without falling over.

"Fuck! Te Quiero mucho...Te sientes muy bien mi amor...por favor no te detengas.." she slurs quickly and desperately in her native tongue, giving her eager boyfriend exactly what he wanted. His dick thumped and hardened even more inside of her. He shudders slightly, now starting to pant with need as he lifted his head.

"What was that last part?" he smirks darkly at his girlfriend's pleading expression, still moving slowly in and out of her clenching walls.

"Fuck! Don't stop!" she whimpers.

"Don't stop?"

"Yes! Fuck baby..and harder..and faster.." Eva begs shamelessly.

Blissfully unaware of the filth going on behind the door due to the loud music, Namjoon knocks against it a few times. After it goes ignored, he frowns down at the door nob and considers turning it.

He knocks again, but harder this time.

"Hobi!!" He speaks through the door.

"Oh Hobi...baby..."

"Hoseok! Man open the door!" Namjoon huffs, knocking harder.

"Harder!"

"Harder!!"

Namjoon's eyes roll towards the ceiling as the impatience simmered from deep inside of him. Just as he's about to knock one more time, the nearly deafening volume of the music decreases substantially. It's low enough for him to hear a disgruntled "Hold on!" directed at the door. Namjoon sucks in his cheeks at the tone of Hoseok's voice and exhales through his nose as he took a step back from the door.

He hears shuffling around and hushed giggling for the next few minutes as he waited.

He lifts his wrist to check the time on his watch impatiently as the rummaging continued for other several seconds.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and Hoseok's standing in the doorway wearing only his royal blue boxer briefs. His scowl would be deemed frightening at first until he sees who is waiting for him in the hallway.

"Oh shit! Joon!" His Chesire grin spreads cheekily and Namjoon huffs out a chuckle of mild disgust as he lifted his hand to greet his friend.

"How the fuck you tell me to stop by and you're busy...." he scolds and Hoseok shrugs his shoulder, smirking sheepishly as he released Namjoon's hand.

Before he could respond, a now fully clothed Eva in a black tank top and jean shorts was stepping up to her half-naked boyfriend. Her long curly brown and blonde highlighted hair was now pulled up into a messy bun and her skin flushed with a glow that both Hoseok and Namjoon deduced was from the sex she'd just had.

Paying the taller male no mind, Eve rolls up on her tiptoes, cranes her neck, and purses her lips for Hoseok to lean down and kiss. Not accepting a chaste peck from her, he tilts his head slightly to deepen it and traps Eva's body to him with his large hand squeezing at her booty.

The two full-on make out for about 3 seconds too long, making Namjoon mumble an awkward "oook..." as he pointedly looked everywhere else but at them.

Hoseok gives Eva's ass another squeeze as he pulled away, his heart-shaped lips now shiny from her newly applied lip gloss. He runs his tongue over them before smiling down at her and reluctantly nods towards Namjoon without looking away from her.

"I forgot I told Joonie to stop by. But I can come by later if you want."

Eva shakes her head as she plopped back down so that her small feet were flat against the floor.

"No, it's ok. Me and Letti got a thing later. But maybe after that...I'll text you if something changes."

"You better text me either way." Hoseok lifts a brow, the seriousness in his tone is only diluted by the smirk on his face and Eva can already feel herself getting turned on by the subtle threat.

"We'll see. Bye," she smirks back, hopping up for one more kiss. She turns to pay Namjoon a quick glance and a shy smile before breezing past them both in the direction of the dorm's front door. Hoseok tilts his head to watch her ass jiggle in her shorts as she went and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

"Man...should I give you a moment to, y'know...air the sex outta the room before I come in there?"

Hobi laughs as he leaned back against his door so that Namjoon could enter.

"Naw fool...sit on the bed at your own risk though."

"I'm not going nowhere that damn bed.."

Hoseok chuckles as Namjoon steps cautiously into his room, his eyes on the floor as if he were on a live minefield.

"Bro.." Hoseok rolled his eyes and Namjoon huffed.

"Man look...I don't know what kind of freaky shit you and Eva got going on...And can you put some damn pants on? " Namjoon walks toward the chair at Hoseok's desk and thoroughly inspects it before sitting. Hoseok shakes his head as he shuts his door.

"Why? You uncomfy?" he smirks and Namjoon scoffs softly.

"Maaaan......So what's up?" Namjoon shrugs as he settled into the seat and Hoseok frowns and glances up at the ceiling thoughtfully. Namjoon regards him blankly, blinking slowly as his friend did his best to recall the entire reason for summoning him.

"You gotta stop smoking bro..."

"Shut the hell up, I got sex brain...hold on... it's coming back to me..." Hoseok waves him off. Namjoon is just about to stand so he could leave when. Just as his butt lifts from the seat, Hoseok snaps his fingers and points to his backpack in the corner of the room.

"Oh! I remember now...Here.." he mumbles, making his way over to the bag. Namjoon watches him curiously as he kneeled to unzip it.

"These belong to you....." he adds, lifting four vintage vinyl covers from the bag gently. He leans over to hand them to Namjoon, who takes them gratefully.

"Oh shit...I forgot I loaned you these. Thanks." He furrows his brow as he set them on his lap. As he flipped through each grainy printed album art from the 80s and 90s, Hoseok rises to his feet and turned to his dresser. He opens the drawer to retrieve a pair of denim shorts and bends to step into them.

"Naw, thank you. I was going through my stuff the other night before a gig and noticed I still had them," he murmurs, glancing down as he pulled the shorts up. Namjoon shrugs, tilting his head to examine the quality of one of the sleeves with squinted eyes.

"No big...how was it though? You were spinning at that new place on Chamber's right?" he finishes scanning the part of his collection he hadn't seen in some time to look up at Hoseok just as he's zipping his fly. He nods as he fastens the button.

"It was straight...A real cool vibe. Nothing like Cages or the functions on camp. Man...I'm telling you. Those club nights are something serious...You be missing out." he remarks, wiggling his brows at an oblivious Namjoon. He chuckles at Hoseoks's expression, already knowing whatever he was about to say would be just as entertaining as his face.

"On what?" he grunts and Hoseok rolls his eyes as he turned to find a shirt in the same dresser.

"What you mean on what? Life! It's some fine ass women out here man. Most of them are single and mingling like a mothafucka. You should really consider rolling with me to one of my gigs just to see what's out there."

Hoseok is pulling a random graphic tee over his head when Namjoon lets out a dramatic sigh.

"Aw shit...Here we go..." he murmurs as he sat up in the chair.

Conversations regarding Namjoon's lack of social life never ceased to amuse him. Whether it was Taehyung's snide comments, Yoongi's occasional invites after practices, or Hoseok's less than subtle hints at accompanying him on his DJ'ing gigs...

Namjoon wished he had a dollar for every time someone brought it up.

Noticing the lack of appreciation at his comment, Hoseok's shoulders sag.

"Look...I'm not busting your balls or anything...I know you have a specific type and shit...picky ass...I just think you would have a good time getting out of your apartment for something other than school, ball and work." he shrugs casually as he walked across the room. With a heaving sigh, Hoseok plops onto his bed lazily with one leg propped on the mattress and the other dangling over the edge. He peers over at him with a sleepy smirk, making Namjoon expression flatten.

"It's not that. I'm just...I don't know. I tried the super social thing freshman year. It got old...Now I'm at a different stage mentally and it's hard to find someone that isn't expecting me to be more than who I already am. Women around here just require so much energy now. But not in the way it should. Hell, it's more than it should. If I could find someone that wasn't so high strung and demanding of my time and attention..knowing how much I have to deal with already...maybe.." Namjoon tilts his head as he trailed off and Hoseok remains still on his bed with his hooded gaze fixed on him. After a beat, he turns away and yawns against the back of his fist before shrugging.

"I get it, man...I get it. If Eva wasn't around, I'd probably be on the same shit you are. Just focusing on my priorities. I'd probably have a person here and there to..y'know but... And I completely relate to the energy part. I don't miss being single perse but she has her moments where I just find it better to put my phone on DND for 30 minutes or more. Better that rather than me reacting to her negatively when I'm overwhelmed. I take my space when I need it but I ain't gon lie....." Hoseok pauses as a thought occurred to him. A slight smile threatens to break through his casual expression and Namjoon quirks his brow at the way Hoseok's demeanor shifts.

"What?" Namjoon cuts the silence and Hoseok blinks as he glanced in his direction.

"It hasn't even been 10 minutes and I already miss her a little bit..." Hoseok scrunched his nose at his own admission. Namjoon laughs out loud at his expression, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen..." he remarks. Hoseok lifts his head briefly to cut him a look.

"Shut up.....I wasn't that bad." Hoseok chuckles and Namjoon sucks his teeth in disagreement.

"Oh ok, Mr.10 good morning texts from unsaved numbers.....getting some ass on a regular has made you soft...It's good to see though. You're more of the boyfriend type anyway. I'll admit, I'm kinda jealous. Must be nice to miss someone like that and have them miss you back." Namjoon looks down with a mildly somber tone, making Hoseok smirk ironically as he lays his head back against his pillow.

"Eh...You'll get there. You just gotta get outta that head of yours and open up some before all you have is a collection of dusty old records and those damn plants to go home to. You know what your contact name is in my phone?" he lifts his head again just barely to catch Namjoon's reaction. He looks up from his lap with a raised brow.

"What's that?"

"I Am Groot Head ass....get it? Cuz...Groots a big ass tree dude and you're tall and like plants and shit...." he smiles cheekily at Namjoon's drooping smile.

"Suck my ass...."

"The earth has music for those who will listen.."

-George Santayana

2 years ago...

The hooved shuffling of the tour group's horses melded with the crescendoing sounds of nature. Tropical birds flutter overhead, their colorful feathers almost glimmering in the scattered rays of the sunlight creeping through the jungle's canopy. Demi's horse, Armonia, huffed and wagged her braided mane as she carried her and followed the line led by the guide deeper and deeper into the lush green.

After only 15 minutes on horseback, Demi was already wishing to touch the ground again. The humidity is so thick that Demi has to inhale slowly for fear of choking on the moisture in the air. The few wavy coils that weren't braided stuck to her nape as sweat dripped down the side of her face and she flinches when another horse suddenly sidles up beside Armonia.

Demi glances over to find a heartstoppingly handsome young male in light wash jean shorts and a sweat-dampened tank gripping the reigns comfortably as he controlled the pace of his horse. Cancion snorts happily beside Armonia, making his rider smirk.

"I think he likes her.." Seokjin remarks, his gaze falling to the batting lashes of the unbothered mare. Armonia's pinto patterned coat of white and toffee shined gorgeously and her ivory mane lays over her neck in several plaits. Cancion's coat is as dark as Chesnut, even and consistent throughout his entire muscled body. His black mane is also braided but down the line of his spine in a single plait. Both are beautiful animals in their own right. Demi pays each horse a glance before resuming her attention on the several horses ahead that formed a jagged line down the path.

"What makes you think that?" she asks. Seokjin frowns with a shrug.

"Look at the way he looks at her. She's strong...Smart. Alert...Carries herself with confidence but not in an arrogant kind of way...." he begins. Demi's lips curl up in amusement as he spoke, keeping her eyes ahead of her despite her feeling Seokjin's on her body. She wore a loose white knitted cover-up dress that hugged her body in all of the right places. Her white drawstring bikini underneath with distressed denim shorts frayed an inch away from the crease on her thighs.

"...not to mention..her strong...healthy body....." he trails off. Demi laughs at his bold turn and shoots him a quick side-eye, catching him unsubtly staring at the way her back arched and her body moved suggestively with the horse's gate.

"Sure you're still talking about a horse?" she quirks a brow. Seokjin drags his eyes up to her waist lazily with his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek before glancing ahead.

"Of course I am. Plus, these are Cancion's words. Not mine." he tacks on casually.

"Clearly.." Demi chortles.

" So you speak horse all of the sudden? I'll add that to the list of things I never expected from you" She snarks sarcastically.

A frown marred his smug expression and Seokjin snorted humorously as he squinted up at the climbing afternoon sun.

"...and that's supposed to mean....?" he trails off just an overturned tree comes into view up ahead. The riders in front of him avoid it with no trouble but Seokjin barely has a chance to react since he was so pleasantly distracted.

Seokjin grips the leather reigns in his hands gently to steer Cancion to avoid something in his path, bringing them both just barely close enough for his leg to brush against Demi's.

"Whoa...Firme, Cancion. Firme....bien...Bien" He tugs the reigns slightly to steer Cancion back on his original path, flexing the muscles of his forearms as he steadied his steed. The amount of confidence and instinct in his reaction is as enamoring as it was annoying. Of course, he could ride a horse well enough to avert a potential crisis. Of course, he spoke Spanish fluently enough to direct a horse he's just met an hour ago with simple verbal commands.

On top of being increasingly handsome with facial hair and borderline sunburnt skin, Seokjin was becoming more and more of an enigma to Demi. Much more than the rival frat boy she'd done her best to avoid liking too much over the first few weeks of the student trip to Costa Rica a year ago.

She made a valiant effort, but eventually fell victim to his charms the more time spent together.

Instances such as this, several kilometers on horseback after an hour-long bus ride from their camp, gave Seokjin plenty of time to flirt shamelessly with the girl pointlessly playing the hardest to get.

After a beat, Demi sighs bitterly as she ends her resentful scan of Seokjin's profile. She shakes her head with annoyance at herself before responding.

" Oh nothing......show off.." she mutters.

Just then, Armonia steps down as the path descended and the jolt makes Demi grip the saddle's horn cautiously. The slight wariness in her eyes has Seokjin chuckling beside her. The sound of it makes Demi roll her eyes. She exhales roughly just as Armonia snorts, the timing just as ironic as Seokjin's smirk.

A few labored minutes passed and the telltale sounds of rushing water alert the tour group of their arrival at their destination, Nauyaca Waterfalls.

Demi is rendered silent by the sheer beauty of the site that seemed to be carved out by the hand of God. The canyon housed billowing streams of life cascading from several points into a large pool at the bottom. The guides at the front of the group quickly dismount their horses as the rest arrived. Seokjin and Demi idle with Cancion and Armonia at the back of the line and are just within earshot of the woman facing them, patting her horse's face affectionately.

" Ok, everyone! This is where we stop for a while. We will regroup in 2 hours to head back. Stay close and avoid heading anywhere that isn't marked. Enjoy!" she calls out to the tour group, continuing on to instruct them on where and how to properly dismount their horses. As expected, Seokjin is already swinging his leg over Cancion's back. Demi watches him dismount his horse effortlessly and drop down to the ground with grace.

"Of course.." she exhales, leaning over to gauge the distance between her and the ground. She already needed some assistance mounting Armonia back at the stables, a comical scene no doubt. So the idea of finding her way off of her made her anxiety peak. Seokjin is giving Cancion a few appreciation rubs over his neck when he notices Demi's pause.

He turns to see her squirming on her saddle, hands braced at the horn with a stressful etch between her brows. Seokjin glances around casually as he stepped closer. He looks Armonia in her eye, smiling softly at the innocent glint in her iris before looking up at Demi.

"Need some help?" He asks her, trying his best to not sound patronizing. Demi shakes her head as she began slipping one of her feet from the stirrup. She swings that leg over Armonia's back so that she'd sitting sideways on the saddle. Seokjin stands by, watching her tentatively as the wheels turned in her mind.

The ground seemed even further than it was before and Demi felt her heartbeat beginning to thump heavily in her ears. He frowns.

"Hey......" he tilts his head. Demi pulls herself from her anxious daze just as a tall milk chocolate eyed adonis is placing himself in front of her. She swallows nervously when their eyes lock and he puts on his softest expression as he lifted his arms towards her. She looks him over warily and untrusting at first, making him drop his arms.

"I mean unless you want to spend the entire 2 hours dismounting..."

"I got it, ok? I just..need a second." Demi mutters. She shifts a bit on the saddle, bracing her hands on the cantle and pommel for support. When her body begins sliding from the seat, Demi gasps and immediately scrambles back so that she's completely seated again. Seokjin's smirk flattens as he watched her repeat the same action two more times before rolling his eyes and placing his hands beneath Demi's knees. Her eyes widen slightly at his touch and she's just about to protest when Seokjin's smoldering eyes lock with hers again.

"Count to 3 and just jump. I got you..."

Words so simple, despite them, eliciting a frenzy of butterflies to unfurl in Demi's chest. His palms pressed firmly against the back of her knees, his fingers tangling in the holes of her knit dress. The tension swelling between them is palatable but Seokjin remains neutral and patient as he waited for Demi to trust him.

Slowly, Demi eases herself from the security of the saddle and the light touch at her thighs tightens into a supportive grip that has her suspended a few feet from the ground. Seokjin held her weight like she was as light as a  feather and he steps back a few inches to gently place her on her feet.  His hands glide from her thighs to rest lightly at her waist, his sweat glistened chest heaving slightly as he breathed in the air shared between them.

"See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?... Told you I had you..." He smiles down at her, neither of them moving from where they stood for other several seconds...

Her eyes peel open bitterly just as the details of Seokjin's face fade from her unconscious mind. Demi wished she were one of those people who forgot her dreams immediately every time. It always seemed like the ones involving a certain someone stuck with her for days. She lifts her head from where it rested against her palm, glancing down at the open textbook beneath her face at her desk.

She hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep and she was grateful that her classes for the day were over, otherwise, she would have most definitely been late to one of them. Demi leans up and away from the make-shift pillow full of words her brain was too scrambled to decipher and she rubs at her eyelid carefully as she scanned the surface of her desk for her phone.

The screen lights up at her touch and several notifications block out her wallpaper. She yawns tiredly as she scrolled through them, stopping on a text from her soror and opening it to read. Her eyes glaze over the words and her brow furrows at the attached screenshot beneath it.

She taps to enlarge it and pauses to allow the aggravation to set in.

"Oh hell no...." She huffs, pushing herself from the desk.

Not so long after receiving the text, a few short knocks could be heard on the office door of the Dean of Students. A woman in red-rimmed glasses with shoulder-length hair and smooth dark skin lifts her gaze from her computer just as Demi strolls in. Her brow knits as the young woman approaches her desk with a crumpled-up party flyer clutched in her fist.

"Afternoon Ms.Matthews...." she sighs just as one of her favorite students plops into the waiting seat on the other side of her desk. Demi sets the flyer she'd snatched from the student center bulletin board out over the mahogany desktop, smoothing it out so that it was legible.

"Dean Anderson...I'm sorry to pop in like this but I just received the news about the Gamma's hosting the homecoming party in a few weeks?" She says in one hurried breath, making it clear that she'd rushed over there. Dean Anderson glances down at the flyer and then back up at Demi.

"Yes. That's right...All student-organized functions on campus must be approved by me so I'm well aware..." she lifts her brow. Demi blinks at the dryness in the dean's tone and begins stammering her case.

"Well...wouldn't you say that's a bit unfair? Considering an event like this could be pandering to the student body for donations in their favor for the Halloween fundraiser? Theta's arent out bribing anyone with a good time to gain favor..."

"No...I wouldn't. Gamma's host on-campus parties all the time. It's what they are known for. They throw Homecoming parties at their house every year.  What's the issue all of the sudden?" Dean shrugs her pinstriped shoulders, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

Perhaps Demi should have thought this through. She did just rush out of her dorm on an impulse, annoyed at the sight of the frats symbols printed over the top of that party flyer. The frat associated with a certain someone she wished would just disappear from her memory at times. Dean Anderson regards her expectantly after Demi goes a few seconds without uttering a word and her mouth gapes slightly as she scrambled for a response to the question.

"This doesn't have anything to do with that silly feud between Theta's and Gamma's over the last few fundraising events, does it? Because if it does..."

"No ma'am, it doesn't. I was just..." Demi begins but the dean cuts interject.

" Because I can appreciate the passion you all have in the name of a little friendly competition amongst organizations but I find it disheartening to see you so perturbed over a party. Unless....."

Demi glances up at the dean to see her peering over her glasses at her. A soft smirk curls at the corner of her red lips.

"...there's another reason you have an issue with the particular host of said party...a reason that's worth my time?" she lifts her brow again, her eyes narrowing into slits. The longer her glare scrutinized Demi's guilty expression, the more foolish she felt for barging into the dean's office like this.

"No ma'am. " she concedes and Dean Anderson smirks after a beat.

"Good. It's just a party, Demi. If you and your girls are doing the groundwork in promoting, you shouldn't have anything to worry about. And as a matter of fact, I encourage you to go to this party and have some fun for once. You're taking all of this too seriously sweetheart. This is your last year...Don't waste it on things that don't serve you. Make memories. Let go. Now, if you'll excuse me....."

Dean Anderson stands from her chair, prompting Demi to do the same.

"Of course Dean Anderson. I'm sorry to have bothered you with this..." Demi rises slowly, reaching for the crumpled flyer on the desk.

"I always enjoy visits from my little sisters." Dean Anderson smirks, winking at her younger soror before sitting back in her seat. Demi responds with a half-felt smile before nodding and bidding her a good afternoon.

Feeling defeated, Demi exits the dean's office with her head down. She didn't know what she expected would happen there considering the Gamma's had every right to host on-campus events, even if the Dean may have been biased toward her sorority by default.  She knew exactly what this was about and it burned her up inside to acknowledge it.

The administrative building had very little foot traffic on that Tuesday afternoon and Demi doesn't have to really look where she was going to avoid running into anyone. Her eyes are on the distorted wrinkled flyer, keying in on the time and date just as she's nearing the building's exit. The automatic doors part and as she's about to cross the threshold, Demi collides with a hard body mid-stride.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention at all.." Demi begins with wide eyes, clutching at the flyer suddenly.

"It's ok...are you alright?" The male questions. The sound of his voice has Demi going tense and the soft touch of his hands braced at her shoulders elicits a sudden warmth to flood her. She can feel him glancing down with concern just as she looked up and the apologetic softness in her gaze fades when she recognizes the chocolate brown eyes locking with hers.

Seokjin regards her softly, dressed smartly in a crisp maroon button-up shirt and slacks and wearing his square rimmed glasses. He must have had a presentation or something that day, considering she rarely saw him so dressed up. Not that she paid him that much attention anyway.

Nope. Sure didn't.

He has his hands still at Demi's shoulders as he put a few inches of space between them, his eyes scanning her in her less than casual attire of jeans and a fitted t-shirt. Her curly hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and her natural makeup could have used a touch-up. But she was gorgeous to him regardless.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He smirks, always finding his on-campus run in's with Demi amusing since she would act as if she didn't know him as well as she did. She clears her throat softly before responding.

"Of course not...." she says flatly, tucking a stray curl behind her ear while putting a bigger gap between them. Seokjin scoffs at her fake indifference towards him, shaking his head as he gazed down at the floor briefly.

"So....on your way out from seeing the Dean, huh? I guess you got the news about our party..." he glances back up, tilting his head with those smoldering eyes. Demi is suddenly taken aback by his stare. It had been a long time since she'd seen him this close and with no one around to spot them, it's difficult to remain unmoved by his presence. 

"Nope. I have no clue what you're talking about..." she lies smoothly and Seokjin's gaze immediately falls to the flyer still clutched in her grasp. She, in turn, stashed the sheet of paper behind her back to crumble it into a ball.

"Right.." he trails off slowly.

For a moment the two linger in the entryway, unsure of what to say.  Both of them scan the other, refamiliarizing themselves with the other as if it had been years since they'd seen each other instead of months.

Hehe.....look at her scowling.
so damn cute...
It's like she gets prettier
every time I see her.

Damn, he looks good...
Has he been working out?
And is he taller?
It's like he grew an
inch or something.
And he cut his hair.
It looks so soft..ugh...

I missed that look.
I missed her smile...
I miss her...
I wonder if she
thinks about me...
I should ask her if
she received any of my texts.
Maybe she changed her number...
Maybe not...

I should text him later.
Just to see how he is...
No one would know
so where's the shame in that?....
Naw...who am I kidding?
He's not messed up over me...
Look at him...
I bet he's ran through
half the girls on campus
since this summer.
Fucking male thot.
Thotimus Prime...
Not that I care or anything...
Nope...

"Well, I should get going.." Demi blurts out, cutting off the frenzy of intrusive thoughts that flooded between them. Seokjiin opens his mouth as if he intended to say something but opts to nod wordlessly instead, stepping aside to allow Demi to breeze past him.

"Right. Sorry..." he mutters and Demi shakes her head dismissively as she crossed over the threshold. The sweetness of her signature scent brushes past him in a small gust, filling him with a melancholic nostalgia. As the automatic doors divide for her again, Seokjin turns to face them.

"It's good seeing you. I um........You look.... really good," he stammers with a genuine tone. Demi turns her head at the sound and her expression softens a fraction at his compliment. She couldn't tell if he was being condescended considering he looked like he was fresh off of the cover of a magazine while she was dressed down. But if she knew anything about Seokjin, he wasn't just going to say something if he didn't truly mean it.

Glancing around the empty lobby of the administrative building, Demi sighs.

"Yeah...You too," she says reluctantly before slipping through the doors, leaving a smirking Seokjin to watch her walk away into the ascending afternoon sun.