The atmosphere was thick and hazy with smoke and Alana squinted as she allowed Jimin to lead her by the hand inside the crowded party.

The frat house didn't seem like much from the outside. A typical cookie-cutter brick house with white trim and large windows. The moment the two stepped over the threshold though, the energy hit them instantly.

It's dark, save for the LED's lining the many walls and glow sticks adorning people's necks and wrists. The house had a very open floorplan, allowing the front of the house to be occupied by the majority of the guests as they danced and ground against each other. Whoever was DJ'ing needed a gold star and a raise with how he scratched and mixed two songs seamlessly and hyped the crowd up enthusiastically as they moved.

Alana kept her grip on Jimin's hand tight as he continued to snake through the sea of bodies, not minding the occasional shoulder bumps and nudges. She minded though and did her best to shrink into herself as to not continue to be assaulted by elbows and other indeterminate body parts.  Being the social butterfly he was, Jimin paused occasionally to dap and shake hands with a few random guys and side hugging a few women all while keeping his hold on Alana's hand solid. 

After fighting the current for what felt like forever, they finally reach the end of the crowd to enter the area of the house furthest away from the booming speakers. A corner near the back of the house that gives a clear view of the backyard and the pool area, which was scattered with groups of people with trails of smoke billowing up from their huddles.  Alana cranes her neck to see past Jimin, noticing a familiar set of hips on a woman as she bent over a pool table. Her brown skin was illuminated by the light dangling above her.

Jimin pauses to pull Alana ahead of himself and presents her like a shiny toy.

"Look who I found outside.." Jimin yells over the music and several eyes shoot in her direction.

All of them are very familiar.

Alesha, 3rd-year Computer Science major, and honorary big sister. The one who immediately took Alana under her wing when she found her struggling to find her way around campus. The tip of the pool stick strikes the cue ball, sending it to break up a cluster of color balls and send them rolling in every direction.

Due to her height, she has to roll back on her heels from being on tiptoes to make the shot and she straightens up to shake dark shiny curls from her face. Despite being commonly known as Mochii among her closest friends due to her sweet and placating likeness to the cold rice cake confection and her small cute stature, Alesha was anything but soft. She's strong-willed and determined to get what she wants and very protective of those she loves. Alana was so excited when she offered her the spare room in their suite for that year, making them roommates.

Alesha looks to Alana with a small smile of relief when they make eye contact.

"It's about damn time! I was about to come find you," she says as Alana approaches. The two hug briefly.

"Jimin beat you to it. I told you I was coming.." she says as they part.

"Mmmhmm..better him than me." Alesha teases, looking past Alana to shoot the blonde a wink.

"Girl anyways..."

"Awww!! Lana! You look so cute...I love your waist beads!"  another familiar voice interrupts her dismal and both Alana and Alesha glance up to find their other suitemate, Jade.

Classy, elegant, and poised but an absolutely shrewd individual, Jade was also a 3rd year. Between majors at the moment as she abandoned her studies of law in hopes of finding something more exciting, Jade was the epitome of 'Beauty and Brains. She was of average height and had a waistline many envied, accentuated by her hip-hugging high-waisted jean shorts. Her full-lipped smile can be seen clearly from the short distance where she was settled against the in-home bar area that was more for looks than function.

Alana waves at her with a reciprocated smile.

"Thank you!! You look sexy as usual..." Alana responds, her eyes lingering on Jade's bust that was wrapped beneath her strapless top decorated with her sorority's colors and greek letters.

"That's a fact" a male seated near her response, pulling Jade closer to him so that her backside comes flush against his lap.

Beneath her in the barstool with one arm wrapped around her waist while the other held a half-empty beer bottle, was Taehyung. Well known amongst most on campus, being a point guard and star player for Bayfield.

He was undoubtedly fine as hell. Tall, always well dressed and groomed but in a chill and effortless kind of way. His dark wavey mane is on full display, crowning his deep caramel complexion and symmetrical features. one could say he and Jade were a thing. Both of them had somewhat of a high social status amongst their peers and they were often in the running for Homecoming court.

Taehyung embraces Jade securely against him and plants a few soft kisses to her exposed shoulder before whispering something in her ear that has her biting her lip and elbowing him in the ribs playfully.

They were honestly a perfect match and sometimes Alana's heart would flutter from watching their interactions. Partially because she longed to be looked at the way Tae and Jade looked at each other.

"Alright alright...Enough of that! Tae tell ya boy it's his turn before I start cheating..." Alesha snaps her fingers towards Jade and Taehyung, who glance towards the pool table. Taehyung furrows his brow.

"Thats the only way you'd win anyway. Watch out..." another male that was standing nearby in the shadows suddenly turns around, pausing a conversation he was engaged in with some redhead girl with an enormous ass.

Yoongi steps up to the the table, pool stick in hand. The light beaming over the pool table brings his handsome face into full view as he sidled up beside Alesha.

For some reason, the mere sound of his voice makes Alana's heart jump and she remains silent as he leaned attractively over the pool table, lining up a shot with the pool stick gliding over his sharp knuckles. Just as he pulls the stick back, he glances up at Alana casually.

"Sup Lana.."

The queue ball knocks a solid swiftly into a corner pocket, making Alesha roll her eyes at the accuracy of the shot.

He leans up, his eyes unsubtly scanning Alana's body before smirking.

"Hey...Yoongi.." she rasps. It's barely audible due to her throat going dry the moment that young man's hooded gaze fell on her. Lucky for her though, Jimin unknowingly came to her rescue.

"I'm gonna go get a drink. Want one?"  he breaks her train of thought as he was suddenly next to her, leaning close to her ear to compete with the music. Alana blinks a few times before turning to him with a small smile and nod.

"Get me one too Jimin," Alesha calls after him and he shoots her a comical look.

"Please?" she adds with a sweet smile.

"Who do I look like to you, your bitch?" he looks her up and down playfully and Alesha mimics his expression.

"Naw you look like the mufucka about to get me a drink. Go on now..." she shoos him away and he grins with a shake of his head before disappearing into the crowd.

Alana laughs at her best friend's charisma as she watched her trade shots with Yoongi. She keeps her gaze focused on the colorful spheres dancing around the table at random, intentionally avoiding a particular young man's gaze. She could feel it on her every now and then, not in an obvious way but a subtle sideways glance that he'd play off somehow.

It wasn't like she wasn't happy to see him. Yoongi was definitely a part of her circle of friends. And it wasn't as if him being here was a surprise to her. She just wasn't sure how to face him after their last conversation a month ago.

A conversation that had her questioning the true status of their friendship altogether....

A few weeks ago.....

"Wait...You've never what?"

Yoongi pauses his game, grasping the controller with one hand as his other nudges back his headphones.

Alana is seated across the way, not too far from his small futon couch with her face in her phone. Opting to study in his private dorm ( exclusively offered to upperclassmen with a certain amount of credit hours and on scholarship for sports) rather than her own due to her loud-ass suitemates, she had long since abandoned her studies to be engulfed by the social media rabbit hole.

Since it was Friday and his studies for the week would be put off until Sunday, Yoongi didn't mind her company at all while he droned away at killing opps and going on missions.

"Alana..." Yoongi summons her attention a bit louder this time and she acknowledges him with the slightest lift of her brow.

Her long triangle parted box braids were all gathered to one side, giving an unobscured view of her neck and the other side of her face. The other side hidden beneath her hair was squished against her palm as she grunted in amusement at a funny comment beneath a random post.

Her gaze never lifts from her phone as she resumed scrolling after responding to a friend in her DM's with a voice message.

A response she didn't think her ear hustling acquaintance would pay any mind.

Feeling his pointed gaze, she lifted her head slightly.

"Hmm?" Alana mumbles.

Yoongi glares through thinned slits and blinks.

"What you just said Peanut Head. To you your friend...Say it again.".

Alana scoffed at his pet name of choice, scrunching her nose with mild disgust despite the blush warming her caramel skin.

"What? The head thing?"

"Yea, that."

"Uh..sir...Why are you in my business??" she reared back and Yoongi does the same, fully removing his headphones with the motion.

"Um...because you're loud and in my room.." he responds.

"And? That doesn't give you VIP access to my conversation...Could've sworn you had headphones on..." she tips her chin in his direction and he rolls his eyes.

" Stop deflecting....." Yoongi waves his free hand dismissively and nods in return towards her phone.

"It's true though? You've never cum from head? Like ever?" he inquires with far more interest for her comfort and his inquisitive tone has her squirming anxiously in her seat at the question.

Yoongi was JUST a friend after all. That's how it's been since the day they met freshman year. Well her freshman year, his sophomore. A repeat offender in statistics, Yoongi quickly claimed her as his study partner in exchange for his old history notes from the year before. The two of them have been hanging out casually ever since.

With being said, they'd both had been around each other long enough to surpass the awkwardness of topics like sex and intimacy a while ago and things had remained fairly platonic, occasional crude joke and lingering looks aside. But Yoongi was one of those friends who wasn't shy about flirting or getting too personal if it satisfied his curiosity.

Like now.

Feeling as if there was no point in denying it, puff out an exasperated sigh with a slight shake of her head and Yoongi's eyebrows disappear beneath his jagged black bangs.

"Never? Like not even a little one?" he asks.

"Nope. I mean I think I've come close but It's just never what I expect it to be or what I've felt in other situations," she responds with a somber shrug. The corners of Yoongi's mouth droop in disbelief.

"Damn...that's kind of tragic friend."

"mmhmm.." Alana agrees wordlessly.

Yoongi pauses for a moment, looking away to think before tilting his head curiously.

"Why do you think that is? Is your coot broken or something?"

Alana shoots him a sarcastic smirk and the finger at his question before returning her attention to her phone. But Yoongi maintained his stare, regarding her with mild astonishment.

" I'm kidding. But no...I need some context because...I thought that was the main way you all, ya know. That's why it's so important for a guy to do that."

Shee merely shrugged again, maintaining an unimpressed expression as she scrolled.

" Not much context to give. I just never have. For a while, I did consider there was something wrong with me but.."

"It's definitely not you...I was just joking Lana. I've known women who have said similar but they eventually were able to. You just haven't been with anyone who knew what they were doing. " Yoongi says. She smiled at his words, knowing full and well that the previous ones were indeed a joke.

She knew there was nothing wrong with her, but she had to admit that she was a little salty when she'd hear about other women's amazing experiences with cunnilingus.

It wasn't as if she didn't enjoy it either. It always felt amazing but it was more of an appetizer or a bite of an appetizer before the main course. Often in the midst of her partner being down there, she'd reach a point of impatience where she'd eventually just instruct them to fuck her rather than continue to tease.

A tragedy.

Numerous flashbacks of unfulfillment flood her and she pouts bitterly before responding.

"I don't disagree. But it's not like I have hella experiences to go from...I mean I've told you this. I've only been with a few guys, mainly after high school between me and you know who's breaks... They weren't bad..at least I don't think so. I just never experienced that explosive feeling I hear about from other girls."

Yoongi hums thoughtfully at her response before scooting back against the back cushion of the futon.

"Again...Tragic." Yoongi frowns, making her laugh at his candor.

"Facts..." she murmurs with a sigh, squinting at an IG model's outfit before double-tapping.

Yoongi side-eyes Alana, gauging her stoic expression and honestly stealing a second to check her out. He swallows shallowly as he appreciated her adorable features. From her rounded cherub cheeks to her button nose, to the way her flawless protective style complements her casually cute outfit of off-the-shoulder tee and leggings that accentuated her curves perfectly. Her sunkissed caramel complexion, naturally long eyelashes, and fully glossed lips that remained shiny even after her tongue ran over them habitually.

She was undoubtedly the prettiest girl he'd had the pleasure of knowing on campus. And Yoongi knew many...

He'd never admit either to her though.

Feeling his stare again, she glanced up to catch him quickly readjusting his headphones on his head and returning his attention to the TV screen. She smirked knowingly as he grips the other side of the game controller and goes back to mashing buttons maniacally, acting as if the two hadn't just had a mini conversation about her lackluster oral sexapades.

Just when she thought the moment had passed, Yoongi mumbles something that makes Alana lift her head.

"Hmm?" she lifts a brow.

Yoongi hesitates as his fingers frantically toggled between controls, his jaw slack with focus before he curses beneath his breath at what had to be his loss. He shakes his head at the screen before glancing over at her.

"Oh...I was just saying bet I could."

Alana's eyes bulge and brows crinkle with confusion at his response.

"Say what now?" she squeaks. The grip on her phone falters and the thin device clatters against the wood of Yoongi's study table. He smirks at the break in her voice, his eyes remaining on the flickering screen ahead of him. He steals a glance in her direction again briefly.

"I'm just saying...like in general. I bet I could. I've been told I'm quite decent when it comes to THAT.... so I bet I could do it, easily." he shrugs as if he just said something as mundane as explaining how to screw in a light bulb. His nonchalance never ceases to amaze her. Alana's eyes flutter at the idea and the mere thought of Yoongi's face buried between her thighs has shes pressing them together in the neediest of ways.

Needless to say, it had been a while since she had any attention. School and work had been her priority since the semester started of course. Dating and canoodling, not so much.

Of course, Yoongi didn't know that. The two talked but there was a limit to what she was willing to divulge. Mainly because Alana didn't want him clowning or pitying her the way he was now.

Or for him to get any ideas.

Not that she thought he would. He was always pretty good and keeping even personal interactions unassuming.

Until now.

It would be one thing if she were sure Yoongi was just talking. Jerking her chain and talking shit as he was known to do. As mentioned before, he was that type of flirt who could say things in a way that made her sure he wasn't serious and only after a reaction. That was your dynamic after all. But the way Yoongi spoke just now didn't sound like a joke.

It sounded more like an offer.

Which was worse than candid flirting. Mainly because of how obviously attracted she was to him.

Sitting there wide-legged in his sweats and low cut v-neck T-shirt, the veins and muscles in his hands and forearms flexing as he played his game with focus. His dark hair was getting long and hung below his ears and nape a bit, making him seem cuter and less intimidating. She'd wanted to run her fingers through it on many occasions but deemed it too intimate.

Her eyes linger on his face sneakily, dropping to his mouth as it parted slightly to let his tongue drag over his bottom lip slowly and chastely. He always did that when he was focused on something. She'd seen him do it countless times while studying or daydreaming and she never gave it much attention.

But why did he have to be doing that NOW after saying THAT?

Alana forced herself to look away and gulp back the lump forming in her throat, clearing away her salacious thoughts before they went too far.

"Um...Yoongi...Stop playing" she began, reaching up to tuck a fallen braid behind her ear.

Being the usual enigma that he was, Yoongi shrugs again.

" I'm just saying...If you wanted...It wouldn't be a huge deal..."

"STOP PLAYING! You wouldn't..." She laughs him off nervously but Yoongi remains nonplussed.

" I wouldn't make it weird or anything. It's not like I haven't almost seen you naked. " He shrugs. Alana blanched at the not-so-distant memory and shakes her head to allow a few braids to fall forward, covering her blushed cheeks.

"Almost doesn't count...and walking in on me changing pants is hardly comparable to seeing my vagina...the most you saw were ass cheeks.." she adds and Yoongi grunts at the memory but continues with his argument.

"If only..." he thought.

"I'm just saying....... it wouldn't be anything major to me...We could have an understanding and make a pact to never talk about it. Consider it just a small act of kindness... a friend doing a friend a solid. Plus...I thought women did stuff like this for each other anyway...Just think of me as one of them" he rambles on in tangent with his busy hands, squeezing R2 with emphasis.

At this, Alana nearly choked and her palm comes down hard against the table's surface as her eyes widened with amusement.

"Where the hell did you hear that?" she laughed and Yoongi chuckles shortly as he smiled, his gums showing as he shook his head at her dramatics.

She loved it when he smiled like that.

"I don't know. I just......heard it. I thought it was a thing women just did! Like how you do each other's hair and teach each other how to twerk and shit..... "

" Shut the fuck up....you watch way too much porn..." Alana giggled and Yoongi pressed his lips together to stifle the laughter already puffing his cheeks. Her sides were already aching from laughing and her cheeks were sore for the smile she couldn't erase at Yoongi's antics and he was enjoying every second of seeing her response to him.

His shaggy bangs shift over his forehead as he looked down at the controller in his hands.

"Who knows what you all do behind closed doors..."

He tilts his head slightly at the thought and smiles smugly, making her roll her eyes.

With a loud sigh, Alana found the will to stop laughing eventually and leaned back in the chair as she pushed several braids back over her shoulder. Her hips rocked as she fixed her posture in the chair she nearly laughed herself out of. She then reached for her phone again.

"Well.....hate to break it to ya Yoongs... but hell no...We don't sit around eating each other out for the hell of it, nasty ass..."

"That's too bad...." Yoongi pokes out his bottom lip but doesn't look back in her direction, his video game pulling him back in a trance.

For a moment she's thankful.

This conversation had taken a hilarious turn and it would only get worse knowing Yoongi's filthy sense of humor.