Because I know y'all are judging me, let's get this clear from the start: I did NOT plan on drawing yaoi from the start.

Originally, I had wanted to make shounen manga and dreamed to become famous with that, later I even taught myself how to make webtoons, but then I went through this fcuking phase in High School and started publishing bl smut on a sketchy-as-fuck website.

And, somehow, THIS was the thing I got the most attention with, so I stuck with working on that site, taking every opportunity I got to get my work to be noticed.

The thing is just that-

You know, there's like a very cliché way of what yaoi looks like, one that should be completely over used and chewed out by now. 

There's always this dominant guy, who is probably rich and the CEO of some company, or at least the heir to it and there's a submissive one who's most likely a broke as fuck college student, or working for the dom guy. They get to know each other by accident and start boning for literally no reason, preferably while one of them keeps stubbornly identifying as straight.

That's like, the blue print for every yaoi manga ever, if you didn't know it already, and. I. Hate. It. I hate it. I don't like these uncreative excuses of making gay porn for horny teenage girls without any depth and uniqueness.

But, since I'm a stupid fucking hypocrite who's desperate for her art to get noticed, I am one of these artists who make these awfully cliché mangas. 

Fucking embarrassing, right? The things you do to achieve your dreams - even if it means stepping all over your own dignity.

Granted, I still have fun doing these, I won't lie about that.

It only get's a little bit awkward when people ask how I gain my extra money - but I'm used to that by now as well.

What I am NOT used to, however, is having a roommate. A roommate who acted like he's the fucking ruler of this house since he stepped a foot inside.

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"Just put your shoes there- yeah, right there." I had been leaning against the doorframe to my own room, arms crossed while I watched the two men enter with a fuss, Hoseok helping Jungkook to get his stuff inside, "Your room is the one on the very back!" He explained to his friend.

Jeon hadn't even looked at me when he had entered. As if I wasn't the one nice enough to let him life at my place.

"Shouldn't you greet your host, Jeon?" I chimed flatly when he rushed past me to his new room.

Hoseok looked at me alarmed, Jungkook stopping in his tracks.

In the way his shoulders tensed I almost expected him to snap at me, but he just turned around with a fake-sweet smile, "Of course. Thank you for having me."

I buried my nails in my arms to prevent myself from cussing at him in front of Hobi, "You're welcome." I retorted with an equally sweet smile.

With that, Jeon turned back around and disappeared in his room without any further commotions.

"Try to get along." My best friend encouraged me, "It's only till the end of the semester."

I snorted, "If one of us is being found dead in a ditch, you'll know who to blame."

He smiled, "If he attempts to murder you, call me, I'll whoop his ass."

"Does that mean I have a free pass?"

He smiled, "No."

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The following first week was damn train ride.

Yes, Hoseok was right this morning, when he said that Jeon is a clean and organized person. He never let's his stuff laying around (I'll admit I'm the one doing that more often than not), he took over half the household chores without any complaints at all and he is even paying me a decent amount for letting him stay here.

If it wasn't for his horrible personality, loose tongue and habit of just barging into my room, I wouldn't mind him living here.

But can you imagine the shock I experience every time someone bangs my door open while I'm in the middle of drawing a sex scene?

All of a sudden my reflexes are improving by 100% when I lock my screen before he can see anything.

And, well, every time I lash out on him and he looks at me as if I'm a complete freak.

But the worst thing is yet to come (or the best, for your horny asses).

He is. Always. NAKED.

He just got out of the shower with only a towel around his waist? No, Mr. Jeon doesn't need to get dressed immediately. 

He checks in the living room because he caught me being awake at 4am again? Of course he's wearing nothing but boxers.

He just got up to make himself coffee? Boxers only.

He's feeling a little too hot because my AC is trash? Bye bye shirt, Jeon Jungkook is going topless.

And I can't even make fun of him for it, because this man's body looks like its been sculpted by the gods. As if some genius fucking artist chiseled it out of white marble. 

He has clearly defined muscles, especially strong arms and an athletic body that doesn't look bulky, but more as if he could sprint a marathon without getting tired. I'd say his body type is acrobatic, like one of these aerial acrobats in circuses who need to be lean and flexible to swing through the air but also strong enough to hold themselves and others up on trapezes.

And, no, I'm not saying this to flatter him. This is the sad truth.

The saddest part is, that I've seen him at least topless so many times that I'm able to describe him like that.

bang bang bang

"Shi-" I flinched when hands hammering against my door snapped me out of my thoughts. 

At least he knocked this time.

I locked my computer carefully, placing down my stylus before spinning around with my chair, "What?"

"I'm out with the boys now." Jungkook's voice came through the closed door, sounding even grumpier than usual.

"So what?" He never gives a flying fuck wether I know what he's up to. Neither do I, by the way.

"Hobi told me to ask you if you wanna join us."

I smirked, "And you actually went to ask me?!"

....

"It's Hobi, what should I do?"

Good point, this asshole is kinda persuasive.

"Nah, I don't need these monkeys around me." I waved dismissing, though he couldn't see it through the door.

"These monkeys are my friends." To my amusement did he sound more and more agitated each second.

"Well, that sucks."

 He finally cracked the door open, sour expression on his face, "What's your problem with my friends anyways? They're also Hobi's friends, you know."

"First at all; I dislike all of Hobi's friends, including you." I started, making him roll his eyes,  "And secondly; I don't need a fucking reason to hate these dick-controlled, dense fucks."

"Whatever you say." He grunted, squinting his eyes skeptically, "Stop talking shit about them. Always remember that you sleep in the room right next to mine."

I jumped up irked, "Are you threatening-"

He shut the door with a little too much force, making me startle back into my chair.

"Doesn't fucking concern you why I have problem with you people." I muttered to myself, going back to work, "You wouldn't understand."

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jungkook trying to defend his friends although he knows they're trash

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