jimin's eyes slowly opened, his vision blurry before he rubbed his eyes.

he blinked, gaze being met by a familiar poster on the wall across from where he was. current location-- his dorm room. good, at least he didn't end up on the sidewalk.

jimin barely remembered any memories of last night, the last slightly vivid event being his lips against yoongi's. he blushed at the thought, groaning into his pillow. after a moment of silence, he decided to get up. judging from the sunlight emitting from the nearby window, it was most likely around 8am. despite it being saturday, he still had to do check on whether or not he had some requirements for the following week.

jimin flinched when he feels an arm suddenly snake around his waist, a groan coming from behind him. his heart raced, what the fuck?

feeling his heart thump against his rib cage, he slowly turns around, only to be faced with a shirtless min yoongi who was sleeping ever so peacefully.

jimin yelped at the sight, scrambling backwards and falling onto the hard floor, wincing in pain. hearing some movements on the bed, he looked up, spotting a very mischevious yoongi.

"sup, babe," yoongi yawned.

jimin felt his face heat up, why is he calling me that? the deal's off!

"you..." jimin stuttered, pointing a finger at yoongi. "...what are you doing here? why are you shirtless?" jimin bit his lip, "wait... did we-- are you-- did we do it last night?" he quickly said, staring at space in horror as he ran his fingers through his messy orange hair. "i swear to god, min yoongi, i--" he winced at the sudden pain in his head, "...what happened last night? i'm--"

"chill," yoongi sighed, scooting towards jimin's end of the bed, sitting at the edge and offering jimin his hand.

jimin stared at it, looking up at yoongi who nodded at him encouragingly. jimin sighed, grabbing the blue haired boy's hand and sitting awkwardly next to him, the side of their legs almost touching.

"okay," yoongi started, "first of all, we didn't do anything."

jimin stared at him with doubt, eyes trailing towards yoongi's bare chest. yoongi noticed this, sighing as he snapped his fingers in front of jimin's face. jimin's gaze quickly averted towards yoongi's face as he gulped.

"listen, i know i have a great body," yoongi rolled his eyes, "but trust me, we didn't do anything. last night, you passed out on me after sharing your backstory regarding your ex, somewhere along the lines of telling me to help you... do something. we ended up here, you woke up right before i was about to leave and practically dragged me down, told me to take my shirt off, then you passed out on me again."

"...really?" jimin bit his lip. what did he tell yoongi last night?

yoongi hummed. "second, jin hyung and namjoon are telling us to go to the cafeteria to meet up with them. took me a lot of explaining when namjoon walked in on..." he gestured between them and the bed, "...whatever this was."

jimin's face flushed, "he did? he walked in on us?"

yoongi nodded, yawning. "yeah."

jimin slapped his forehead. "fucking hell."

yoongi frowned, "language," he said, standing up and ruffling jimin's already messy hair, walking towards the bathroom, "anyways, i'm gonna go pee."

once yoongi closed the door behind him, jimin let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding-- falling back onto his bed, eyes focused on the ceiling.

"what did i tell him last night..." jimin muttered, frowning, trying to remember anything. but it was no use, it was as if there were some kind of... thing, blocking a part of his head, preventing him from remembering any of the later events of last night. it's no use, jimin thought, he probably won't tell me if i asked.

jimin sighed, rolling around on the bed and burying his face against the messy sheets, lying on his stomach. "fucking hell..." he said, voice muffled against the mattress, head hurting from his hangover. "...what do i do?" he asked, to no one in particular, obviously. probably himself. he hears the toilet flush, and-- what will he do? he just woke up on a fucking bed with min yoongi next to him. they didn't do anything, but it feels so awkward.

"fake boyfriend, fake boyfriend, fake boyfriend," jimin chanted continuously, but then again, the deal's technically over... he thought, hearing the bathroom door open. he then heard footsteps approaching and felt yoongi's weight on the bed, who was, he guessed, lying down next to him. jimin rolled over, facing the ceiling, then at yoongi, who was surprisingly looking right at... him.

"what?" jimin muttered, nervous.

yoongi smiled. "nothing," he shrugged, placing his arms against his eyes, groaning. "where's my shirt?" he whispered.

jimin coughed, sitting up, looking around on the floor. "somewhere around here," he answered.

suddenly, his phone located on the bedside table, rang, making him slightly jump. he stood up reaching for it,

mom.

he immediately answered the call, running his fingers through his orange locks, striding towards the window.

yoongi, on the other hand, settled on just lying there, on the bed, hugging jimin's pillow. he watched as the younger, who had his back turned to him, stood next to the window, eyes gazing outside. he was talking quietly-- yoongi could barely hear words. yoongi's eyes trailed down from jimin's hair, to his back and to his ass. as if jimin had eyes on the back of his fucking head, he placed a hand on his hip, shifting his weight to one side of his body, basically just slightly jutting his ass at yoongi's direction.

what the fuck? yoongi thought, burying his head into the pillow, hearing jimin scream, "what?"

a little more mumbling and sounds of tapping against the windowsill, yoongi heard jimin mutter a small goodbye, before feeling the younger boy's weight on the bed. yoongi turned to jimin, "who was that?" he asked.

jimin made a look-- not exactly disgusted, more like cringe, somewhere along the lines of that.

"i'm sorry," jimin sighed out, staring at the ceiling.

yoongi raised a brow at him, "sorry? for what?"

jimin looked at yoongi once more, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, making yoongi slightly anxious.

"you're going to have to be my fake boyfriend for a little while longer."