A phone rings so loudly in gives Taehyung a headache as he struggles to open his eyes.

God, I hate that stupid ringtone, I should change it.

The blinds are open and the sun in his eyes hurt his headache even more. He grabs onto the ringing phone, sighing as he answers with eyes closed. "Hello—"

"Where the hell are you Jin? I've been calling you for the past hour, you know we had a meeting tonight and you said we'd prep for it together!"

Taehyung is confused as he detaches the phone from his ear to look at it. This wasn't his phone—His phone didn't have a pink case. And this contact wasn't his, whoever this Taeyong was.

"Hello? Are you crazy?! You can't be making plans on me and cancelling them like this."

"Will you stop yelling?" Taehyung sighs as he looks next to him, Seokjin not laying next to him as he expected him to be there.

"Who is this? Where is Jin?"

The blue haired boy scratches his head with his free hand as he stands up, the sweatpants he was wearing straightening out. "Um... did is V," He couldn't use his real name so he'd use his photographer name. "And Jin seems to be somewhere else."

"Well V, tell that prick the meeting is still on tonight and if we aren't prepared it'll be his fault!"

Just like that they hang up and Taehyung is left confused as he sets the phone down, looking for his own. Oh no, he had twenty three missed calls and thirty messages from Jimin. Not good at all. He just realized he left the car at the restaurant last night.

"I'm so dead." He whispers to himself as he walks into the bathroom in Seokjin's master bedroom.

And yet, with the annoyance of that call and the trouble he'd be in with his roommate, he couldn't help but smile at the small hickeys on his neck and collarbone. The two had done more than just kiss, but nothing crossing the line. They made out for hours, until the two sat in Seokjin's bed too nervous to actually do anything.

Taehyung hears a door open and close. He quickly leaves the room, looking for Seokjin. When he spots him, he can't help but look at him with endearing eyes. He was so handsome with no make up on, hair effortlessly flawless, and just simple sweats.

"Morning Taehyung." Seokjin places keys down on the counter and the younger notices it is his own keys. "I went on got your car from the bar, took a cab there and all." The older stares at Taehyung, "What is it, why are you staring?"

"Can I um..." The student realizes he has no shirt on and that he had burrowed Seokjin's pajamas the night before. "Can I kiss you?"

Seokjin feels bad that the younger has to ask. Sure, before they went to bed, he made it very clear that they were not in a relationship, but he cared for the boy. He approached the younger, placing his hands on his arms, pulling him closer. "You don't have to ask." He leans down and kisses him softly.

He hated to admit it, but Taehyung's lips were something he could get used to. And the thought of the conformity he brought with such a simple kiss, scared him. In what world would Seokjin find all his insecurities and fears fading away with just one person? He couldn't believe in that because life wasn't that simple, so as he pulls away, he gives him as slight smile while Taehyung's smile is so big, he could swear it was christmas.

"You can kiss me whenever you want as long as it is just the two of us." Seokjin looks down at Taehyung and can't help but smirk at the red marks on his neck. "You should go home, Jimin has been calling you since I woke up."

The boy nods and he grabs onto his... person's hand. "Someone named Taeyong called. Something about a meeting and to remind you about it."

The older is quick to whisper a cuss, "I forgot about that. I wish you could stay Taehyung but I really have to go."

"Yeah um... where should I change?"

"My room, I have to do so as well." The two walks silently next to each other.

Taehyung would be crazy to admit he didn't expect this to happen, being handed his clothes by his crush because he spent the night. They weren't boyfriends but they were something and that was enough for him now. He takes his pants off, unknowingly being stared at from the back. He put on the "shirt" that went down to his knees.

"You look cute like that." Seokjin calls out as he is buttoning his own shirt. "Say, are you a bottom?"

Taehyung snorts, mostly trying to not act nervous. "I'm a verse."

"That's just a fancy way to say you're a switch and people that say verse instead of switch are bottoms." Seokjin laughs as he wraps his hands around Taehyung's shoulders as he finishes putting his pants on.

"You can ask all the people I've fucked if I'm a bottom or not then." He turns around as he raises his eyebrow, kissing Seokjin's cheek before exiting his room.

Why should Seokjin care about that? He shouldn't and he wouldn't acknowledge the pang in his heart thinking of Taehyung with anyone else.

"God what if he's missing?" Jimin bites his nails, "I don't know who he went out with, he said some photographer but he turned off his location and we never do that. We always keep it on. He wouldn't do that..."

Namjoon watches as Jimin paces about his living room. The professor liked that he could look around and tell what was Taehyung's and what was Jimin's. Mostly cause whatever was Jimin's was pastel colored or mundane, while Taehyung's possessions were expensive and bold. He could even tell which cameras were Jimin's as he had cute colorful straps for them. (not that type of strap)

"I'm sure he's fine Jimin, he's a grown adult."

"Yeah, a pretty sucky one at that, he has my car!" Jimin grabs his phone and calls him again putting him on speaker. "Come on, pick up, pickup."

"Will you stop spamming my phone? Jesus Jimin, you're not my dad." He hears the younger's laugh and his breath finally eases.

"You prick! You turned off your location and you have my fucking car! I thought you were kidnapped."

"Yeah, kidnapped to pound town." Taehyung jokes around as the two hear a beep of a car.

"And you're just now leaving? Cause I know my cars beep and that isn't it!"

Namjoon frowns because he swears he can recognize the sound, "Whatever go suck another Kim's dick"

Just as he hangs up Namjoon bursts out laughing as he couldn't be heard during the call. Seeing Jimin's blushing cheeks was just too much.

"He-He doesn't know what he's talking about." Jimin huffs and he points at his door. "Anyways, you've got to go. He's gonna be home and I don't know where he's coming from so it could be any minute now."

Namjoon stands up and places his hands on Jimin's waist, pulling him closer. "Can't even get a kiss goodbye?"

The pink haired boy rolls his eyes with a smile as he leans in, puckering his lips.

The two share a small kiss before the professor goes out the door. As the door closes, Jimin hears a muffled, "I miss you already!"

"Go home!"