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Jimin yanked on his white t-shirt, feeling the fabric stick slightly where he’d just wiped his own drying come off his stomach. Chanyeol had stretched out on his bed again after giving him the towel, one hand behind his head. With the other, Chanyeol lazily traced Jimin’s hipbone, his fingers playing under the edge of his shirt.
“Going so soon?” he asked teasingly. “We could go for round two if you wanted.”
Jimin stood to pull on his pants, feeling the warmth of Chanyeol’s hand drop away as he moved out of his reach. But he turned to give him a smirk as he buttoned his jeans. “Can’t get enough of me, Park?”
Chanyeol stuck out his tongue. “Only of your ass, Park,” he shot back, and Jimin laughed.
But he shook his head anyway. “I got an early morning class,” Jimin told him, the lie coming easily. He pulled on his shoes, not bothering to tie the laces. “Can’t be late.”
Chanyeol hummed and stretched, blinking slowly. The move reminded Jimin of a cat, and there’d definitely been something kind of animalistic about the way he’d been pounding into him just a few minutes earlier-
“Alright,” he said, and Jimin flushed as the words interrupted his train of thought. Thank God it was too dark for Chanyeol to see the way his cheeks were turning red. “See you later then.”
“Yeah. Later, Chanyeol.”
Jimin stepped out of his bedroom, sliding his phone out of his pocket. He squinted against the sudden blaze of light as the screen turned on, picking his way carefully through Chanyeol’s dark shared living room – his roommate, Sehun, was thankfully absent – as he flicked through his notifications.
7:28PM
taetae: im going out for dinner w kook lol
taetae: don’t wait up
taetae: actually i can bring leftovers what do u want
8:49PM
taetae: too late
taetae: we’re coming home
taetae: kook’s gonna sleep over btw
9:07PM
taetae: WHERE ARE YOU
9:10PM
busan brat: hyuNG IM AT UR DORM
busan brat: also tae wants to know if ur ignoring him and if yes what he did
busan brat: also tae lied he did bring u food
busan brat: but if ur not home in like 2 mins im gonna eat it so
Still scrolling through the texts, Jimin barely looked up as he opened the door and let himself out. He locked it behind him, knowing Chanyeol’s roommate would have his own key, and glanced quickly down the corridor to check that it was empty before heading for the stairwell.
9:42PM
taetae: JIMINNNIE
10:13PM
taetae: where r u
taetae: r u dead
10:47PM
taetae: LMAO OKAY NVMM JUST SAW UR SNAP STORY
taetae: SO UR W CHANYEOL HMM
taetae: i’d ask if the party was fun but we both know u didn’t stay long lmao
taetae: be safe use a condom & stay hydrated
Jimin’s gaze flicked to the top of his screen. It was almost 2AM – Tae’s last text had been over three hours ago. He tapped out a quick message in case his best friend was awake.
1:51AM
jiminnie: yeah i was with yeol
jiminnie: omw home
The texts didn’t deliver immediately, and Jimin wondered if Tae’s phone had run out of battery. He swiped back to the last screen and started to text Jungkook-
-and smacked straight into someone else.
“Ah, fuck!” Whoever it was yelped and reeled backwards, and Jimin tripped over himself doing the same. He fell on his ass – which, ow, fuck, he was still sore from Chanyeol – and couldn’t help his pained gasp.
The boy he’d run into had been holding a bunch of notebooks, and they’d tumbled out of his arms onto the floor. He dropped to his knees immediately to start scooping them up, almost frantically. “Can’t you watch where you’re fucking going?” he snapped.
Gingerly, ignoring the twinging pain in his backside, Jimin pushed himself onto his feet and tried to help collect the fallen books. “I’m- I’m so sorry,” he stammered awkwardly. “I just wasn’t looking and I didn’t see you-”
“Obviously,” the boy bit out, and then looked up. His eyes seemed to narrow as he glared at Jimin, who couldn’t help but shrink under the scrutiny. The boy had fluffy black hair tucked beneath a cap pierced with two rings, and was wrapped in a black hoodie. He didn’t look that much older than Jimin, but he did look very pissed off.
His gaze flicked up, taking in Jimin’s appearance in turn – his untied shoes, smudged eyeliner, and messy hair. “You don’t live in this dorm,” he observed, and Jimin wanted to shrivel.
“Uh, no,” he stammered. “I was just leaving.”
Jimin held out the three small books he’d picked up, and straightened once the other boy had taken them. “Sorry,” he stammered, again, and ducked into the stairwell to flee.
The walk across campus was quiet, and Jimin was relieved when he didn’t run into anyone else. Of course, this was college – walks of shame were hardly noteworthy, but it was still embarrassing to be caught out by a stranger. It might have been a little more bearable if the other man had been coming from a similar hook-up, but Jimin doubted it – not with the number of books he’d had tucked under his arm.
It wasn’t long before he was home, out of the cold night air. The door unlocked with a quiet click as Jimin let himself into the dorm he shared with Taehyung. His bedroom door was closed – which meant Jungkook was sleeping in Tae’s bed – and Jimin took care to keep quiet as he picked his way across the living room to his own bedroom.
Jimin kicked off his shoes and fell face-first into his mattress, groaning quietly. He was exhausted, his body aching, and the unpleasant encounter with the stranger outside Chanyeol’s dorm had chased away his pleasant post-orgasmic buzz to leave embarrassment curdling in its place.
Internally kicking himself, Jimin sighed and rolled onto his back. When he checked the time on his phone, the screen lit up the darkness. It was almost twenty minutes since he’d started walking home.
Jimin flicked his phone on silent and plugged it in to charge. He should probably shower, but he couldn’t summon the energy. At least he knew he could sleep in tomorrow.
He’d lied to Chanyeol, earlier. He didn’t have a class – Jimin had just known that if he’d stayed any later, he probably would have ended up staying the whole night. On its own, it wasn’t a bad thing – Chanyeol was a good guy and Jimin liked him as a friend, not just as a fuck-buddy – but he didn’t want either of them to get the wrong idea. He’d been down that road before and it never worked out.
Sighing, Jimin closed his eyes and pushed his face into the pillow. He was so tired. He could just rest for a few minutes, and then he’d get back up and change out of his clothes, at least-
But within a few minutes, Jimin had fallen asleep.
Oh my God.
Yoongi winced, throwing an arm over his face as though he could hide from his memories. He couldn’t believe it. He was such an idiot.
He’d been on his way back from another late night in the music studio, where he’d been working on some new tracks with Namjoon and Hoseok. They were trying to come up with something better than anything they’d done before – which was why Yoongi had been carrying all his old lyric books, in case one of them held a scrap of inspiration for their new rap.
Those lyric books were worth more than their weight in gold to him – so when they’d been knocked out of his hands by some idiotic kid, he hadn’t hesitated to swear and snap at them.
Only that idiotic kid had been the fucking hottest guy Yoongi had ever seen.
He could only hope the other boy hadn’t noticed how Yoongi’s eyes had widened before he’d been able to control his expression. The combination of fluffy orange hair, a button nose, and the soft brown eyes had been cute as fuck – but then Yoongi had noticed a few other things.
The guy’s orange hair hadn’t just been fluffy – it had been a total mess. Add that to his dark, kiss-swollen lips and the hickey peeking out from under the collar of his shirt, and it was pretty clear that the innocent-looking boy had been doing some not-so-innocent things.
Ah, fuck. Who was he kidding? Yoongi rolled onto his back, cursing his own stupidity. He’d just seen the hottest guy of his life on a walk of shame after banging some other person that, unfortunately, was not Yoongi – and he’d had to further shove his foot in his mouth by swearing at him.
The guy had even been stammering out an apology, too. Fuck. Yoongi was so stupid.
At least he had three other unfortunate assholes to wallow in his misery with. Yoongi rolled onto his side, groping blindly for his phone on the nightstand before bringing up his friends’ group-chat.
GROUP CHAT: meme fuckers
2:03AM
d-boy: im such a fucking idiot someone stab me
Despite the late hour, it wasn’t long before his friends replied.
j-hoe: lmao
worldwide handsome: what happened?
joonie: tru… why tho
Yoongi sighed, already regretting his decision, and started to type.
d-boy: i just met the cutest fuckin guy
worldwide handsome: and ???
joonie: how is this… an issue…
d-boy: and i knocked him to the floor
d-boy: and swore at him
d-boy: plus
d-boy: im p sure he was on his way home after dicking someone down so
d-boy: he’s probably taken
The responses rolled in a few seconds later.
j-hoe: LMAO
joonie: well
joonie: damn that sucks
worldwide handsome: lol
worldwide handsome: also that’s the most you’ve typed on this gc at once in weeks im amazed
j-hoe: u done fucked up boy
When nothing more was forthcoming, Yoongi rolled his eyes.
d-boy: ur all useless and i hate u
j-hoe: at least our dumb asses didn’t insult our only chance at one true gay love
d-boy: hoseok im writing u out of our next cypher
j-hoe: F U CK
j-hoe: PLS NO
joonie: LMAO
worldwide handsome: can i take his place tho
d-boy: yea
j-hoe: PLS
j-hoe: I TAKE IT BACK
j-hoe: yoongi… in this difficult time, i can only sympathise w you… you have my deepest regrets and utmost support
d-boy: oh rlly?
d-boy: that’s what i thought
j-hoe: i love u
j-hoe: ur my favourite hyung
worldwide handsome: excuse me??
j-hoe : o shit
joonie: um wtf
joonie: hoseok how dare u
worldwide handsome: u better run
j-hoe: bRB GOTTA BLAST
*j-hoe has left the chat*