*At Night*

Up until now, it was good.

Everything was absolutely fine until Yoongi needs to cut off his staring session just because an annoying voice decided to speak up, making his eyes darted towards the foreigner in the room with his lips tightly pressed together into a thin straight line.

"Minnie, how are we suppose to watch a movie?"

"Hm? We can push the bed together, you can." Jimin suggested with a stretched grin while pointing at his boyfriend's visible biceps, making the other feel a sense of pride. "I'm not sure if you can do it alone though...perhaps you need my help?"

"Oh yeah? Sure." Jackson taunted in a cocky tone at the easy challenge.

With bored eyes, the senior look at his friend who is rolling up his white sleeves while standing near the bedside in a bending position as if he was about to play Zumo.

As if programmed, Yoongi glanced not subtly at Jimin for his reaction when Jackson easily pushed the bed together, flexing his muscles more than he really should as the bed has already reached the dead end.

But for the sake to impress no one other than his beloved boyfriend, he did it anyways, taking his damn time so that Jimin could drool over his contracting biceps whilst Yoongi rolled his eyes, thinking that he could do better.

"Wow Oppa, you're so strong!" Jimin immediately giggled before striding over towards his boyfriend's side and plant a quick kiss on the male's cheek as a reward for being this good.

"I know." Jackson smirked with pride and Yoongi's eyes only twitch at the vomitful sight. God, maybe swapping room is not the best idea now but at least! At least he gets to witness an angel.

Taking a deep breath in, Yoongi closes his eyes to reduce the twitching. Wanting it to stop as he tries composing himself but when he opened his blinds again, he sees Jackson's back facing him whilst a peachy head was nowhere to be seen in the half dimmed room.

"Jiminie? Where are you love?" Yoongi squashed his eyebrows together in panic but then he hears a soft giggle coming from the bed one block away.

Confirming his suspicion, Yoongi shifts on his bed in order to get a better look but his mind instantly falls into a blank space once his eyes lands lifelessly on Jackson's strong arms that were wrapped around his possession.

"This fucker." Yoongi hissed under his breath with a bright glint sparking inside his darkening orbs as he proceeds to lay back down in defeat with the alarming feeling of rage and possessiveness mixing over something that is not even his and will never be if that foreigner is still taking up the oxygen and back hugging Jimin like a leech.

"Knife, hammer, bleach, whatever that can kill him...fuck!" The senior chanted inside his spinning head as his fingers began twitching madly until he frantically pulled them out of the white sheets just to stare at the metallic weapon which he now possesses.

A gun.

With a mischievous grin, Yoongi chuckled loudly at himself before pointing the killing weapon towards where Jackson was lying and having a wonderful time with his boyfriend which the thought itself making Yoongi's index finger to slithered around the heavy tricker.

"That's what you get BASTARD! Learn how to not fucking touch what's not YOURS!" He pulls it.

*Gunshot!*

Beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and back, Yoongi's breath dramatically quickens as the room falls into complete darkness and even if it was just the faintest of sound, he could hear the outside wind slapping harshly against the windows thin surface before it also whined up the lonely trees in the distance.

However, when Yoongi blinked his eyes open again, the room was in the same condition from how it originally was before. There was no minging smell or any stains of red drops that may cause another crime scene but Jackson was still there, unmoved on his bed with a thin cotton blanket draped over his steadily beating heart of his warm body.

"A dream..."

Yoongi samg in disbelief and shakenly brought up his filthy hands to stare at them long enough to know that a raw gun was placed there just a few seconds ago, all because of his wild imagination. "Jimin."

Abruptly, Yoongi shoots out from his bed and stumbled his way over the other side of the room just to see the peachy haired freshman sleeping like a baby inside Jackson's loosened embrace.

Shit. I wish this isn't a dream too.

Dragging a working chair from the mini table not so far away, Yoongi managed to take a seat in front of the sleeping beauty before finding himself smiling idiotically every time the freshman made a soft snore with his parted plumb lips and observe how the male's dark lashes were as soft as a butterfly wings.

He looked peaceful.

Jimin looked peaceful yet his eyebrows were knitted together as if he was having a bad dream. The male's lips that were once calmly parted soon thinned into a hard straight line and proceeds to quivers vulnerably against each other.

Yoongi could sense it, the beauty has unfortunately fallen as a victim to a terrible nightmare but all he could do was sit and watch because scared is not a noun nor an adjective to address Yoongi's fear of waking Jimin, it's a verb that displayed his hidden emotion to take action.

Yet soon and certainly too fast for his heart to protest, Yoongi can no longer bear to see his love struggling or whimpering in pain anymore so carefully, he brought up his long artificial fingers to soothingly cards through the male's light orange hair and down his soft locks.

As a result he desired to see despite risking the beauty's state of being in a deep slumber, Jimin's sour expression leisurely disappeared and returned to how it was before the nightmare arrived without a single heads up.

Fatigue also eating him up slowly, Yoongi decided to travel back to his bed and eventually closes his tired eyes but his head was still awake and is wondering about what the younger's nightmare was about. Oh, how he wishes Jimin would dream of him...

Nightmare or not, he doesn't mind. As long as Jimin thinks about him even in his dreams.

"Y-yoonie, yuh- you came back."

*The Next Day*

The refreshed foreigner who has just gotten out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his lower region stumbles across his good old friend who was wearing a white snapback, black hoodie and what that seemed like a tank top underneath.

However, the sight was unusual since Jackson knew best about how his friend is too lazy to even dress up properly.

"Man, what are you up to this early in the mornin'?" Jackson curiously asked while eyeing the hydro flask before looking back up at his friend to only noticed some visible circles underneath his eyes which can barely be seen with that long fringe his friend can also not be bothered to trim.

Taken aback by the casualness unlike last night, Yoongi returned the eye contact with a little crease forming between his eyebrows but it all made sense when he soon dumbly realised. Ah, Jimin is sleeping.

Not answering his friend's question yet, the senior takes a long glance at the buffer male from head to toe as his eyes gaze with jealousy at how bulky his friend's body was compared to his almost lanky figure.

There are perfect outlines of his defined six-packs and noticeable muscles that Yoongi was able to see attached to the male's glowing tan skin. Fuck Jimin, why do you need to have a muscle kink?

"Dude, you there?" Jackson asked again before tilting his head a little to the side. A pause. Repeat. "Where you goin'?"

"To the gym."

*Later*

Drowsily, Yoongi groaned at how tensed his muscles became as the result of hours of working out and lifting weights to at least gain a pinch of what Jackson has but if that is what it takes to make Jimin fall for him then the male would happily comply without a single complaint.

The day was already tiring but it is even more exhausting when he has to sit there under a red parasol while watching his friends goof around under the thick blanket of overwhelming heat and in their colourful swim shorts.

They were showing off their upper body with confidence unlike the black-haired senior who wore silly white long sleeves over his knee-length ocean blue swim shorts and refuses to show any skin as his face was also covered with a mask, black sunglasses and a polo hat.

"I never knew our little bun got abbies!" J-hope childishly squealed when he poked into the freshman's solid tummy muscles, unlike his round bloated one which was still cute in a way.

"H-hyung!" The kid shyly squirmed before taking off his brown cowboy hat to covers the most out of his exposed skin as an adorable bunny smile stretched across his blushing face from embarrassment.

"Yah Seok, he's just a kid." Namjoon grinned widely before securing his frail arm around the orange-haired male's shoulders in an attempt of stopping Hoseok from drooling over Jungkook's abs.

"I wish my guardian Unicorn would use its golden horn to grant me abbies like bambi's one!" Hoseok poutily huffed and give a light smack to his belly which wobbles shamelessly in return.

Within a matter of second, everyone burst out laughing and this includes Yoongi who was comfortably lie down on the wooden sunbed with thick layers of sunscreen applied on his porcelain skin.

"Hey! It's not funny!"

"Haha, even Yoongi hyung is laughing!" Jungkook giddily pointed at the shaded area where the senior was, sipping his ice americano with two towels hanging down from his head and another covering his exposed lower legs.

However, when Hoseok was about to say something in order to stop his friends from cackling their lungs open, Mrs Im called the name his mother gave him as if her lungs were about to burst too.

"Student Jung! Come here please mister!"

"Oh deary me! I almost forgot!" J-hope loudly exclaimed and clasps his clammy hands together with big sparkly eyes, making the purple head who stood beside became curious.

"Forgot what?" Namjoon glances at their homeroom teacher with the detective's eyes.

"Miss Im assigned me to be in charge of the beach games today!" J-hope squealed with excitement and Namjoon became utterly surprised yet a little betrayed since he wasn't chosen to do such an important job.

"Hurry!" The female teacher yelped.

"Coming miss!" Namjoon, being the teacher pet he is, rushed towards the calling voice and leaves J-hope gasping from behind while scrunching his face up at the amount of sand dust Namjoon accidentally created.

"Hey, that's my job amigo!" J-hope high pitchedly shouted and hurried off too like a flapping bird before catching up with the clumsy fella who had already slipped and fall flat into the steamingly hot sand.

"Yoongi hyung! I'm going for a swim, wanna join?" Jungkook points towards the crowded beach like a 9 years old kid who has just seen water that did not magically comes out from the tap or sky for the first time.

"I'm fine kiddo, go and enjoy yourself. I'll just sit here and do my thing. Don' worry about me, I'll be just fin-"

Yoongi rambles on like a grandpa while struggling to adjusts his black sunglasses but once he blinked open his squinting eyes, the brunette had already run off and cannonball himself into the crystal clear water.

"Kids these days."

The senior rolled his eyes but when he decided to slouch down on the sunbed and get the rest he actually needed, roars which sounded like military erupted as crowds of male students ran on sands and by foot as if they had just seen the latest Bugatti car flying down the old town road of Jeju.

Curiosity filling up the sunglasses male as he watches the busied crowd making one large circle before moving towards the beach once again like a marching army.

The senior questioned what was happening to his relaxing day but after many nosy shifts on the squeaky sunbed, Yoongi caught a glimpse of what the deal was and trust me, once his eyes landed on 'The Angels', it was indeed a very big deal.

Elegantly on the far left side, there stood 'The Pink Princess' wearing a long baby pink silk robe that falls to half of his knee and a pair of fashioned golden glasses sat between the bridge of his one smooth nose that Picasso would even be glad to paint.

To the right, there was obviously 'The Gucci hunter' with his latest Gucci limited edition of brown, green and gold coloured swim short which makes everyone gasps at the luxurious life he possesses.

Furthermore, his upper body was bare for all to see and it showcases his cute round flat tummy and also his sun-kissed skin that matches perfectly well with the shining golden brown fringe under the heated sunlight.

However, they don't matter to Yoongi because ever since his eyes landed on 'The Angels', his attentions were drawn to a certain peachy head just like the very first time Jimin sassily cat-walked into his boring life and mentally sprinkle an ounce of the love potion on him.

By then, Yoongi was practically drooling at Jimin's extreme choice of swimwear and it is not entirely because of the male's exposed upper half that looked so fragile, delicate and submissive compare to his broader-

- shoulders and chest that are paler than the younger's flawless honey skin but it is up to a specific area where Yoongi has become utterly speechless, flustered without a need to be said and tempted to not get a hard boner.

Unlike every other student at the University of Seoul, Jimin wore Tight Sparkly Hot Pink Swimshorts.

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Author's note : I will upload only on Mondays from now on 😪🥺

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