2 Months Later

"Y/N, get in this shower right now and pull your hair out of this goddamn drain." Taehyung growls, his loud voice echoing against the bathroom tiles. "The water isn't going down because of you!"

It had been officially two months since you started living with Taehyung and things were going well. Ignoring his obsession with wanting you to see him naked, he was a harmless kitten with now freshly dyed brown hair.

"Taehyung!" you yell back. "Gross. I'm not falling for that."

He doesn't reply but you can hear his giggles muffled by what you think might be his hands. He has too much fun trying than succeeding.

Living with him didn't turn out to be such a bad idea. He respected your privacy enough to knock before barreling into your bedroom and although you were grumpy most of the time, it didn't incite arguments with the surprisingly bubbly and protective man-child. He was immature, childish, playful and emotional, and he really loved to cuddle.



It was nice not feeling so alone. 



Since your bedrooms were separated by a thin wall, after a while, Taehyung began to knock on the wall before running to your room with his pillow. The first time he did, you were so frightened that you nearly punched him in the throat. The second time he did, you were too tired to say no and had consequently woken up with his hair in your mouth and his hands on places they shouldn't. And by the third time, you were already in love with his scent and the way he rubbed your back to sleep. It was something your mother used to do and he was welcome in your room so long as he did.

Setting up a wall knocking system, one knock meant hello, are you awake and three knocks were a warning, I'm coming over. Despite this, living with him had become a well-nurtured secret. He would warn you when his friends would come over and you would stay at the library until they left.

Since he was a well-known colleague of yours and a student lusted over by many, he was afraid of unneeded conflict, he was afraid of what they might think. 



You avoided each other at uni but still indulged in note passing and secret winks. The thought never crossed his mind that you actually owned a phone, he enjoyed the excitement of a secret too much. So beside the handful of Mia's friends and a couple of his, you became a secret. 


"Alright class. I want you to open your minds, I don't want some cheap 1-minute noodle kind of essays. I want authentic, different, tasteful ramyeon. Which is exactly why this essay is now a group report." Mr. Jones yells enthusiastically, eliciting collective groans from his audience.

Waiting for the chatter and rage to simmer down, he paces behind the podium with his thumb and his index finger vice pinching his chin. His other hand furiously rubbed the purple and orange hideously checkered fabric on his stomach.

You had noticed a little quirk about him, he would rub his stomach when he was bursting at the seems to yell something extraordinary or socially devastating. And from the pensive but sadistic expression he wore behind his glasses, it was the latter.

"You'll be in random groups of fours, your names are down here and yes, before you ask, I am Satan. Beside your name, feel free to sign your soul away so I know you attended the class. Oh and don't have too much fun sharing your workload with your fellow inferno buddies. On that note, you are all free to roam your real hell. Class dismissed."

Sinking back down into your seat, you gather up your materials. You hadn't been paying attention that entire lecture or for that fact, any of them. You were so tired all the time that you kind of just dozed off in his classes. He was too intelligent for you to keep up and you weren't even sure what the class was on anymore.

Walking down the stairs, you hurriedly skim the papers content for your name and fell upon your group.

Claudia Smith

Y/N Y/L/N


Gabby Young


Park Jimin

"There goes any prospect of a good grade," you groan, smacking your forehead. Of all the people to get, you got your slacker friends. "Definitely not going to get any work done with this lot."

Taking a picture of the piece of paper, you send it to their Facebook accounts and in the process make a group chat. 


[You]
: Screw our lives, we got put into a group report together for Mr. Jones' class (2:22PM)

[Jimin]: 
Oh thank god, someone smart (2:22PM)

[Gabby]: You don't sound excited Y/N? That's great news! :) (2:23PM)

[Claudia
]: Its bcos she's single Gabs, single people dnt get excited over anything (2:23PM)

[You]: Dump your boyfriend and date me then (2:24PM)

[Claudia]: Ur funny. I've got class now, so we could meet up tomorrow morning? Get a head start? (2:24PM)

[Jimin]: I'll date you Y/N ;) My class is next door to yours, wait up and I'll walk you to your next class bae (2:24PM)

[You]: I'll punch you in the throat Jimin (2:25PM)

[Jimin]: Sounds like a date to me baby ;) see you guys tomorrow! (2:25PM)

[Gabby
]: Ew guys seriously ugh. Tomorrow sounds good :) (2:25PM)

[You]: Don't call me baby. 
Library, 9am. See you then team (2:26PM)


"Y/N," Jimin yells as you leave the room, his cheerful voice bouncing off every surface of the hallway. "Wait up."

"I'm coming!" he yelps as you slowly start walking away, his black hair bobbing in the wind as his little legs ran towards you. Jimin had a fascination with leather pants and showing off his toned thighs, he –much like Taehyung, loved the attention. And you, much like every other girl, loved giving it to him. Who wouldn't.

Stopping beside you he hooks his arm around yours. The action was completely normal for Jimin, he was loud and proud about his affection for you, no matter how uncomfortable it made you feel.

"Y/N, you've got comp class right now in the Murphy block right?" he grins, pushing you towards that general direction. "Let's go then, don't want my girlfriend being late to class."

"I'm not going to ask how you know that Jimin but oh my god, don't say that out loud because if people hear you, I will kill you." You whisper, looking around before slapping his forearm.

You had become friends with Jimin in your freshmen year. He had dropped his wallet and like the good-natured person you were, you searched for him all over campus just to give it back. He admired your effort and had decided to reward you with his friendship, despite chagrin from others.

Being close to guys that looked like Jimin meant the constant need to tell people you were just friends. It didn't help that Jimin enjoyed being physically affectionate with you or that he was currently dragging you to class with a cheshire grin. The jealous stares, the malicious whispers, it didn't cross his mind how it might affect you, he was just too happy being himself.

Stopping outside the threshold of two hours of boredom with Taehyung, Jimin kisses you on the cheek and shoves your shoulders in the open classroom. You turn to wave goodbye but notice a familiar mischievous gleam in his chocolate eyes.

Don't do it Jimin, don't you dare do it. Don't you dare yell anything. You pray, as you turn and rush down the aisles to your seat.

"Have a good day baby! Learn lots!" he shouts embarrassingly over the chatter of the classroom.

I'm going to kill him.

You stop rigid in the middle of the class with a frown before covering your face with your bag. You don't need to look to know, you can feel their curious eyes burning holes into your body as the room erupts with laughter.

Waiting for the class to die down, you sit up straight in your seat and set out your materials. You avoid looking anywhere but straight ahead when you can feel Taehyung's piercing stare as he nudges you with his elbow. He sits there in silence before slipping a note onto your half of the desk, weary of prying eyes.

"Are you and Jimin a thing?"

You frown at the note and write back, 
"Whats it to you?"

Slipping it onto his desk, you hear the sharp intake of breath before he rushingly scribbles. "What's it to me? I'm closer to you than him! Are you trying to make me jealous?"

You smile before replying, 
"Why would I need to go and do that?"

You don't reply to the other notes he leaves to instead focus on the lesson and after a couple angry huffs on his end, he gets the hint. You probably should tell him that you aren't but the idea made you excited, you just loved enticing chaos. Why did it matter to him anyway, you're a free bird!

When class ends your about to ask him if he's going straight home, but as soon as the class ends he shoots out of his seat and storms out. You don't miss the angry look on his face as he sinks his head into his grey turtleneck sweater. You don't miss how tightly he's gripping his black leather bag over his shoulder and you don't miss the way he doesn't look back.

Taehyung doesn't come home that night but you hear him sneak in at half past 1. You hear him pant as he slips under his covers. You hear him turn over and over and over. You hear him thrash against his sheets, until you hear him perplex, "I don't know what to do anymore." You can almost see him burrowing his brows, rubbing his eyes and licking his lips

Turning to face the wall, you hesitantly knock. If he doesn't reply to you he hates you and you've screwed up, but if he does, he doesn't hate you and you're happy.

He stops groaning and you can hear him shift closer to the wall. He knocks back after a couple minutes of silence and your heart fills with relief.

Knocking back twice, you hear him muffle his giggles before he responds with three knocks. Short lived anger, okay.

You laugh before knocking back but he doesn't respond. The shifting of his sheets and the movement of his bed against the wall sound like he's getting up, but after a couple minutes of nothing, you decide he's probably just gone back to sleep instead. Rolling back on your side, you hear another knock, but on your door this time as Taehyung opens it and peeps his head through the crack.

"Are you sleeping?" he whispers, leaning his head onto the door frame. "I can't sleep."

Closing your eyes, you shift closer to the wall and lift up your blankets prodding him to join you and he smiles joyfully before shutting the door, rushing over and slipping under the covers.

"If I was with Jimin, I wouldn't let you do this." You whisper as he wraps his arms around your waist. You feel the budding protest build in your throat as he pulls you close, but you swallow it down when he nudges himself comfortably against your chest. "You can't just run away from me when you're angry. I swear to anyone in the clouds Tae that when I do decide to date someone, you'd probably be the first to know."

Taking a deep breath, he rubs your back the way he knows you like. "Yeah, I know."



Sinking into his arms after a while, he shifts his head up to the crook of your neck. You were grateful, his hot laboured breaths were quickly defrosting your body. It had been one of the coldest months on record and you welcomed any warmth with open arms.

You couldn't sleep. It had been more than an hour since he came in and your brain just couldn't relax. Your entire body was on edge, you were too excited and he was way too comfortable.

Turning on your back, you subtly shift his body to the side of you, his head laying on your chest, his arms splattered on your abdomen. Selfishly hugging the warmth closer, you wrap your arms around his waist and watch the branches from the tree outside cast shadows on your beige curtains.

The moonlight peeped through the cracks of the frost covered window, and you watch it stream light into your room. Following the streaks up to his face, you admire how it accentuates his jaw and the prettiness of his lips. The fluttering of his eyelashes grasp your attention and your eyes widen in surprise.

He was still awake.

"Why are you awake?" you ask softly, running your hand through his hair. He doesn't say anything or nudge closer like he usually does. He looks up to you instead and after a minute of exchanging weird looks, he shifts his body over yours to slowly kiss your cheek. His lips are hot and your cheeks are now undoubtedly hotter at the spontaneous intimacy.

Laying his head next to yours, he whispers huskily into the shell of your ear before kissing it. "I don't like it when Jimin kisses you."

You fight back the shudders creeping down your spine and the sudden calm air dissipates as your heart fights to stay neutral. You swear either the blood in your body has suddenly drained or Taehyung has rewired it and everything is flowing backwards.

"Is that it?" you ask, avoiding his probing eyes. "You stayed up for that?"

Taehyung hovers over you again, trapping your head between his hands. The sexual tension sat uncomfortably in front of you, so tangible that you wanted to lean up and either kick it away or grab it. His hair tickled your forehead as he stared doe eyed and serious.

"Yes." he admits. "Jimin is my friend. You can't date any of my friends."

You laugh. "You're friends with everyone Tae, thats hardly fair."

The butterflies in your lower stomach were stabbing holes as you watch his serious expression drip into his signature smile. Resting his head back down beside you, he smirks, "Exactly." before falling happily back to sleep.

The things he does to you.

Taehyung was a mastermind at making your heart confused and as you hold him close, you wonder if maybe he was doing it on purpose because you were slowly and painfully doing what you thought you would never; you were falling for him.

"Shit."