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Loud bumming music that irritated me the most was seeping through the wall and into my ears. I hated it, one of his annoying things that always got me riled up but he likes doing it anyway. I tried to sink in my face deeper inside the innerspring mattress, covering my ears from the pillow over my head but nothing worked.

Finally giving up on the short nap, I was about to take, I emitted a despaired sigh that left trails of annoyance, and why not? I still had my next column for the magazine article to write and I didn't, which by the way I had to submit the very next morning.

I had enough of that deafening music shit henceforth; I marched to where his room sited after doing my hair up. Seven steps more and I would be yelling at him with no sign of stopping any sooner. But right when I got to the living room couch, the uproaring noise ceased and silence washed over us as if it never played in the first place. His door went open and his friend, Jimin, stepped out of the room alongside him.

Jimin's arm was around his neck, both inside a bubble of chortles but something didn't feel good, why? They stood at one side leaving me on the other and the never-ending conversation binding them.

I cleared my throat, though there wasn't a need, "Jungkook, please lower your music a bit if you wanna hear it so bad all the time." But as expected he didn't even spare a glance at me and Jimin only leaned in more towards him.

Go get a room already! Why in front of my holy eyes?

"Jungkook?" I spoke but it didn't hold any value, "Jungkook?" I called out again as Jimin's hand smoothly snaked into his thick jet-black hair and now I was exasperated due to his ignoring though I knew he could clearly hear me.

I had enough, "Fucking Jeon Jungkook!"

"What?!" He almost yelled.

And there it goes our usual conversation which people term as petty little quarrels. I never understood why he was always mean to me. It's not like I never lent him out a hand of friendship and end this bitterness consuming 'us' or to be more precise 'me'. But he just didn't want to. I still remember what he did last year.

"Hello, Ambrose," I did it. I made the first move and sat beside this man I felt attracted to for a while then. It's been three weeks since I had been hoping he'd approach me but I believe sometimes you need to act and not wait that you might regret it later.

"Oh Minji, right?" He made sure before his lips summoned a sweet smile.

Sungjoon's birthday was once again within the criteria of popular people and I had no clue how and why was I invited but at least I got Ambrose near the kitchen counter.

"Yeah."

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm doing well. Just a little too much of these assignments we've been receiving, it's tiring," I skimmed the other drink to his side and made way to engage with mine.

"Agreed and by the way, I don't drink soda."

"You on a diet? I'm sorry, I had no idea," I reverted my gaze from his stunning face.

"Yeah, something like that."

I wanted to take this conversation further into something that could turn out to be beautiful. The other students were all around the mansion and mostly in their own domain of gossip which made it just the right moment to take the next step. "So, umm... Ambrose do you..."

A manly hand lunged onto his shoulder, "Hey Ambrose! 'Sup pal? How have you been?"

"Jungkook? The hell," I vexed and the cussing transposed to a maffle.

"I'm great, Jungkook. What about you?" Ambrose's whole attention was reeled in by him and it would be a lie if I say I didn't feel like greeting him with his death.

"Ambrose, I heard Sumaya talking about you. I think she might be interested," Jungkook didn't even bother that I was present there as well and for heaven's sake why did he have to say this?

"Sumaya? Really, her?" I felt my heart droop.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?" My eyes played a menace and also signaled him to leave before I lost my chance to the core.

"Minji! Oh, you're here too." What a petty liar! "You know we should probably head back to our dorm 'cause you know how our landlady doesn't like people out till late."

He did exactly what I didn't want him to, "You live with him, Minji?" Ambrose asked.

"I... uh..."
Now Ambrose is gonna think we're together.

"Look, Sumaya's calling you," He directed his perpetual rummaging gaze behind him with his pointer finger.

At this point, I mean it; no one cared about how I felt about all of this, "Ambro..." He stood erect on his feet and soon left and of course, I should've taken the hint that he wasn't into me from the onset of this infatuation that unfortunately was only schlepped by me.

For a full minute, my optic was settled on the cup in front of me but a throat-clearing sound, conspicuous it was on purpose, called for my attention. My jaw clenched and I peered at him only to find that pestiferous smirk affixed on his face. "What the fuck was that?" My questioning was inefficacious but couldn't stop myself from ranting about it "...and landlady? Whom are we even talking about here?"

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Yes, so he pretty much ruined my chance of ever getting to date Ambrose and I didn't speak to him for weeks after that. Back in the present day, I just experienced those same old schemes of his.

"Why were you mean to Jiminie yesterday when he was at our dorm?" I turned a deaf ear to his last evening's query, "I'm speaking to you, Minji."
I never bestowed my precious attention on the idiot beside me, simply because it was futile. "Minji?" He relocated to my side and a tight grip of his hand held my shoulder, "I'm done with this stupid ignoring. Now, will you just spill it?"

"What do you want?" I jacked his hand away, "and I wasn't mean, okay?"

His cackle definitely wasn't genuine, "Seriously?"

I rolled my eyes, to an extent; I was worried they might permanently settle back, "Whatever."
I turned around and sauntered toward my side of the room.

"It only gets me down to one conclusion," He raised his voice in a facile attempt to make it clear to my auditory.

I didn't halt my movement, "Like I care, Jeon."

I could make out that his face obviously bid for that pesky smicker, "You're jealous."

"Oh fuck it! Jealous, my ass," I slammed the door but maybe somewhere or the other, I tried veiling this fact that I was indeed jealous, but why?

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For three hours straight; I didn't do a single productive thing and all my mind could cast back upon was...
"You're jealous"

A tentative wind blew around me and clogged my mind in its dilemma and the incessant fidgeting didn't help that had been going on for the past forty minutes. My thoughts were performing plenty of tricks to get myself working on my project and unconsciously were relentless to deny an earnest feel. It'd have been better if I buried that longing right then and there but did I go for the shrewd choices, knowing my heart had been falling from grace?

I left my room to find Jungkook. I didn't know what I'd do or say to him but I needed him before my eyes.

"Jung..." But he had dozed off in the living room, right on the rug below and I settled with not waking him up.

I should've made my way out of there but my knees didn't sense the command of my brain. He never seemed so enticing as he did right then. His perfectly sculpted lips, alluring and parted as if an invitation to his heaven. The dark mole beneath it secured the trance to this temptation. His disheveled coal black hair enkindled a desire of caressing it and later latching onto it as the flames incarnate into fires of burning lascivious. I subsequently permitted myself to draw in a fair amount of air and leave before my thoughts turn wilder than a tsunami.

I obliged to move my legs and get moving from there but halfway on turning around, a grasp on my wrist refrained me from leaving my site. I felt my cheeks heating up, I was caught red-handed and the worst part I wouldn't be able to protest. Strong swift motion of his hand, dragged me from my position and directly on top of him, "Well, Miss. Lee what a way to check me out. Did you feast your eyes well enough, hmm?"

"Kook... I..."

"Can't hear you," And now I just didn't know something like conversation existed. He deciphered my hesitant state and was very well aware of how he could use every single reaction he earned from me into targeting me whenever we would end up in an argument.

I lost this game.

And I couldn't be embarrassed more but reality turned upside down when his one hand was seemingly close to cupping my face. I gulped as his sharp, stern look was locked on me and his pupils visibly dilating. Was that all a dream? I endeavored to comprehend my situation and his actions but how would my mind allow it under those circumstances? My processing system had crashed minutes ago and he gradually lured me within an ace of mere inches between our lips. The last inch was closed in by his bottom lip leisurely brushing against mine and in due course of remolding to a soft kiss.

Maybe I didn't lose alone.

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"Happy proving me bi in front of Minji?" Jimin complained to the younger one.

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at the older one's whining, "I'm sorry but thanks for helping me out." 

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Glimpse into the request:

Prompt― 
I have nothing in mind but a roommate one who were enemies then became lovers? Idk? But hey. A funny one. I am more into comedy

Written on: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏