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living with bangtan part 5

bts x reader, slowburn, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers

It's Wednesday. A few days after the...incident. You hadn't seen Yoongi apart from lectures and it was pretty awkward. Everything you thought it would be. But maybe it was more because it was Jungkook that would sit in between you. Your relationships felt like they were teetering on the edge of destruction. You needed some other friends, that didn't always congregate in your living room.

There's a girl in your class, her name is Nayeon and she always sits nearby and you don't really see her with other people. Which reminded you of yourself in first year, hovering near other friend groups, wondering if you'd just be swept in.

Today, as you sit in your usual order, yourself, Jungkook, then Yoongi, packing up your laptops and notebooks, you lean forward to wear she sits alone just in the row in front of you guys. "Hey, Nayeon, right?"

She turns, her glossy hair flips over her shoulder. "Hey!"

The confidence you can acquire through living with a bunch of buff men is astounding. "Want to get lunch?"

Turns out the two of you have lots in common, she hadn't made many friends yet from class, but she was still fairly close with her room mate from last year. She joins you in the library's cafe a couple days later after the two fo you spent the morning studying. "Y/N, this is Wonyoung!"

Nayeon was cute, but Wonyoung was stunning. You needed this girls skincare routine. She fixed you with a lazy smile and held out her hand in an oddly regal way. You shook it eagerly. "Nice to meet you!"

"Y/N. We finally meet." She speaks softly. "I've heard so much about you."

There's something to be said about having female friends, you've missed the comfort of the perks that come with it. The two of them start hanging around the apartment, the boys seem to get on with them and you don't feel so out numbered anymore. Not that the boys ever gang up on you, it was just nice to have some more girls around.

That weekend, the three of you make plans to go for drinks, but Wonyoung cancels at the last minute, claiming illness. Still, you and Nayeon go out and have a great time, you both send a couple selfies to Wonyoung, declaring how it isn't the same without her and quite obviously her skill with selfie angles that the two of you seem to be lacking in today.

You decide to bring Nayeon back to the apartment and you bust in giggling together. In your silliness, you accidentally forget about the problem with your door, it swings open, smacking into the wall. Luckily, Jin was out playing late night basketball with Namjoon. But Yoongi's door opens and he stands there squinting in the dim light coming from the kitchen.

"Sorry!" Nayeon beams. "Did we wake you?"

He runs a hand through his messy hair and takes in the sight in front of him. "No." He sounds resigned, as if he's given up fixing something that hasn't broken yet.

You make eye contact with him for the first time in over a week. "You know Halloween isn't until next week right? You look like a ghoul."

And then the kitchen door opens and Wonyoung walks out, holding two bottles of water. She turns and smiles at the two of you as if she hadn't just been caught in a lie.

It's your turn to take in the sight this time. Yoongi, with his tired eyes and sex hair. Wonyoung, carrying water back towards him, wearing nothing but t-shirt you were wearing just last week.

You don't say anything to him, just a squinted smile will do the trick. Not most evenings my ass. You think. He reads your mind and swallows. You turn to Wonyoung instead. "Feel better?"

"Much." She smiles that same lazy smile, the one that said, I know you live with the hottest boys on campus, and thanks for the connection.

"God, I didn't know she was like that." Nayeon sits down in your desk chair as you sit down on the bed. "Who lies about the shits? Like just say you've got the flu..."

"I can't believe him." You breathe.

"Him?" Nayeon blinks.

"He's just...ugh." You sigh. "Don't know what I expected from him, really."

"...Right." Nayeon eyes you, slightly confused. "Well anyway, screw them both, tonight was so fun."

"Yeah, it was. I'm so glad we became friends." You smile at her.

"I'm glad you spoke to me!"

The two of you laugh and fall asleep together. Well Nayeon sleeps, you lay awake wondering why it feels like there's a knife in your chest.

The next morning after Nayeon leaves, you stay in your room all day, too scared to run into Wonyoung again, or even worse, Yoongi. Sadness overcomes you at the awkwardness in the situation with Wonyoung, Nayeon is already ready to ignore her texts, even though she hasn't reached out once since the two of you saw her in Yoongi's t-shirt. A sinister thought appears, was she ever really your friend? Was she really just trying to pull Yoongi this whole time. The boys were kind of famous on campus for being extremely good looking, funny and popular, and she did seem if anything a social climber. You could tell when she hung out with you and Nayeon it was only because she didn't have any better offers.

You needed to squash whatever feelings you had stirring for Yoongi. What started off as annoyance turned to hatred and that turned to you begging him to rip your dress off. Not the most normal, healthy room mate behaviour.

You decided to risk the kitchen in the early evening for some cereal to inhale, seen as you were starving. You'd heard a few of them making something to eat about 20 minutes ago and now it was empty. You couldn't be bothered for the questions of isolation and you definitely weren't ready to face Yoongi. You take a seat at the kitchen table, hoping no one decides to come in.

But as your lazily feeding yourself some Coco Pops, Jin quietly walks in. He doesn't say much, but he walks by and ruffles your hair before grabbing some crisps from the cupboard. On his way back he glances at you, taking in your eyebags and folded frame.

"Mario tonight?"

You meet his eyes and his lips part in concern.

"Maybe." You quickly look down at your soggy cereal.

"Okay...well, you know I'm around...if you want to talk."

You keep your eyes there until he silently exits the room.

After battling the fear of human communication, the sick feeling finally passes and you decide to go for a late night walk with Hobi, knowing he'll listen without judgement. Plus he's been dying for some tea.

"Who lies about having the shits?" He wrinkles his nose as the two of you glance over at the late night tennis players. "At least that Nayeon seems nice."

"She is. Although I am know scared to invite any friend over."

"Why?" Hobi nudges you. "You want to keep the seven of us all to yourself? Didn't take you for possessive, Y/N."

"Stop." You groan. "It's not that. It's just...I think she was just using me to get to who she really wanted."

"I mean the girl knows what she wants and how to get it." Hobi seems far away for a moment. "But you shouldn't be so down about it. You got played by someone you just met, oh well. What's with the depression era?"

"I'm far from depressed." You chuckle. "Just feel...icky."

"About Wonyoung?" He narrows his eyes.

"...Partly."

"Y/N! I knew there was something else! Spill."

You sigh heavily, but you desperately needed to tell someone. "Okay, so you know when me and Yoongi went home after the club?"

"Uhuh?" He's practically salivating.

"Hobi you have to swear you won't spread this around!"

"I won't!"

"I'll be the village slut!"

"I won't!"

"Okay. So we kind of hooked up. Me and Yoongi."

"Kind of?" Hobi gapes. "Like not all the way but-"

"Yes, yes, whatever you're thinking. That." You cut him off before he describes in great detail what he's imagining. "I'm just starting to stress. I thought it meant more to him than it did and...he's not the only one I've kissed."

"Wait, woah, hold on, questions." Hobi waves his arms. "Did you want it to mean more to him? And what do you mean by not the only one?"

"Okay, the last part doesn't really matter, I just mean I've had lots of fun with you boys and some more than others...but with Yoongi, I don't know, right now I can't say I want it to mean something. I just feel kind of used after seeing Wonyoung. I just thought he'd treat me with a bit more...decency. I thought we were at least friends."

"You are friends and he does really care about you, we all do." Hobi bites his lip, thinking. "I think Yoongi is just...a man whore. But he'd never put you in any sticky situations-"

"Ew."

"He knows how to take care of his shit." Hobi tells you. "But I'm sorry he made you feel like just one of his girls. I guarantee you are more than that."

"So what do I do? Just carry on as normal? Lectures have been hard enough." You push at a loose brick as you slowly round the corner back to your apartment. "We can't not sit together cos then that makes things obviously awkward, but sitting together is just as bad seen as we don't talk. My notes have never been so good."

Hobi laughs. "It's tough I know. I get why people say you shouldn't hook up with a room mate..."

"Really? Do people say that?" You say sarcastically, palming your forehead.

"But you're both mature adults. And hey I had no idea you kissed anyone else so this will work out just the same!"

You stop on the path, looking up at the light coming from your shared kitchen window. "I hate this." You whisper. "What if they start talking and find out I've kissed 3 of them and-"

"Hey." Hobi takes your hand and kisses you on the forehead. "I'm with you."

When the two of you step into the kitchen the smell of warm brownies floods your nostrils and for a second your heart skips at the memory of Jungkook cooking you waffles. But instead it's Namjoon.

"Ohhh, Namjoonie." Hobi peers into the mixture, way closer than he needs to be. "Didn't know you were a stoner!"

"No way." Joon shakes his head. "They're for the faculty so hands off. Can you imagine if I laced them with weed?"

"Would make for an early lunch." You add and Namjoon smiles at you.

"You okay? Not feeling well?" He asks.

"I'm better now." You nod.

"Good." He goes back to mixing. "Want to help me with this?"

"For free?" Hobi pulls a face.

"I wasn't asking you, funnily enough." Joon's eyes soften as he places them back on your form. "I could use your gentle hand for the pouring."

"You don't know my hands are gentle, but sure." You step up beside him and he holds his hands up in mock surrender. You glance at Hobi and he gives you a subtle thumbs up.

You still can't get to sleep that night, some buried thought still bugging you somewhere at the back of your brain. It's got to the point where you are so deliriously tired that you now wish it would come forward so you could deal with it, whether that be confrontationally or not.

Luckily you have the next day off to sleep, when you head back to class on Monday, you're well rested and non anxious.

That is, until you're faced with the empty seat beside Jungkook, who you also haven't spent alone time with since the club. Yoongi is no where to be seen, so it's just the two of you back in row six. "Hey." You sit down. "Where's Yoongi?"

"Ditching." He watches you. "You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry I've been MIA. Just having a shitty mental health week."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jungkook reaches a muscly arm over the chair and pulls you into a hug. He smells so good. "Can I do anything to help?"

"As long as...we're good?" You hesitantly meet his eyes.

He cocks his head like a confused puppy. "Of course we're good. Why wouldn't we be?"

"Great!" You breathe a sigh of relief. "Just checking."

A slow smirk forms on Jungkook's face. "Okay. Well, there's definitely no problem on my end. I'm glad we're talking. Feel like I haven't seen you in ages, seen as we live together. I've missed you."

"I missed you too." You lower your voice as the lecturer steps up to the podium and begins his talk. "Let's do something this weekend."

"Sure." He smiles down at you. "I've got a spa day voucher I need to use. It's not really the guy's thing, but what about you and me?"

"I'd love to! I love the spa!"

"Great. Can't wait."

It was now time to see Taehyung. He'd been extremely busy with his course so this one wasn't entirely on you, but he was your best friend since you moved in and it didn't feel right going any longer without putting in the effort.

you: wyd tonight?

bestae: meant to be going to some party with jungkook but i don't think either of us are feeling it. why?

you: me and nayeon are going to the movies, want to come?

bestae: yeah defo :) is it cool if jungkook tags along? i don't wanna ditch him uno...

you: lol yeah ofc, we were speaking today about getting together soon anyway

When V knocks on your door later that night he's holding a small bunch of yellow flowers. "Heard you were having a shitty week." He smiles at your gasp.

"Ohhhh, you're so cute." You grab them and the place them in an empty vase. "Is Jungkook ready? We need to get Nayeon on the way."

"He's going to meet us there. Some errand or whatever."

It's a long walk or a short drive to the cinema, and seen as Nayeon lives closer to the latter, you and V begin the trek to knock for her. You pull your coat jacket around you, the October air picking up it's timely chill.

"So, do you wanna talk about this week?" V starts.

You sigh. "It's nothing important, really. Just...think I need to take a break from drinking."

"Oh, you got sick?" He raises an eyebrow.

"No, no. I just tend to make poor decisions."

"Don't we all." He smiles and glances at you. "How poor are we talking?"

You slowly meet his gaze with a sheepish expression.

His face drops. "Oh no."

A laughs escapes you. "You mean Hobi hasn't told everyone and their grandma yet?"

"HOBI KNOWS AND I DON'T?" He gapes.

"Shh!" You smack his arm softly. "Stop making me laugh. This isn't funny."

V can see that you're troubled by this. "What happened, Y/N?"

"I sort of hooked up with Yoongi after clubbing."

You expect him to yelp again or maybe even worse, give you a disgusted glare, but instead a soft smile grazes his lips and he looks down at the pavement. "That's it?"

You look up at him, blinking erratically. "What do you mean, that's it?" You sigh, putting your face in your hands. "Second year is over and it's just begun."

V stops walking and stands in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Y/N, we're in college. We're allowed to hook up with people."

"I know, but Tae, it's Yoongi. We live together and...it's more than that. You guys are my friends. The best friends I've had in a long time and you're all insanely gorgeous and if I keep fucking up around you all-"

V is laughing again. "Stop stressing, Y/N!" He smirks. "Thanks for the compliment."

You blush and if his hands weren't holding yours you'd be covering your face again.

"Look, I understand why you're anxious now. If it was anyone else, yeah I'd probably lecture them. But I promise you, nothing will fuck up the dynamic. And I mean, nothing. The boys and I have lived together a long time, we're used to sharing." He winks.

"Right." You snort. "Don't get any ideas. It was a one time thing!"

"Sure, sure." He grins.

After collecting Nayeon from her flat, you meet JK in the cinema lobby. He already has an empty box of popcorn in his hands.

"No way you finished a box already!" Nayeon grabs it, disappointed to find it is in fact empty.

"I planned to get another one." He smiles down at her, taking the box back and placing it in the bin nearby.

"Constipation here we come!" V sarks as Jungkook glares at him over the one arm hug he gives to Nayeon.

"What do you mean we? You and Jungkook share a stomach?" You laugh.

"Pretty much." Jungkook steps towards you. "He eats off my plate whenever I cook." He pulls you into a warm hug. "How you doing Pretty?" He murmurs into your hair.

"Good." You speak into another one of his Calvin Klein t-shirts, the kid should sponsor them. He holds you for another few seconds before pulling apart slowly.

"Actually, doesn't matter how much popcorn you have." Taehyung places his chin on Jungkooks shoulder, batting his eyelashes innocently. "You're about to shit yourself either way."

Jungkook's lazy smile fades as he snaps his head towards you. "We're watching a horror?"

"Yes!" You exclaim. "I told V to tell you..."

Jungkook glares at his old friend and Nayeon sighs. "Don't worry, Jungkook we're in it together."

You thought you were okay with horror as you and V laughed at Nayeon and Jungkook jumping during the pre-movie trailers. But when the movie started, you realised how wrong you were. You sat on the end, Jungkook beside you, followed by Nayeon, then Tae. You and Jungkook ended up trying to hide behind each other the whole time, fighting to use each others shoulders as shields playfully.

"I can't believe you haven't seen the original!" Taehyung falls into step beside you as you leave the theatre. "It's so much scarier."

"I thought that was the original!" You laugh. "I guess you'll have to show me some time."

"How about tomorrow morning? Specific I know, but I actually have it off. No morning lecture baby!" He dances in the lobby.

"Fine, I definitely need to watch a comedy or something tonight." You decide.

The living room is however occupied tonight by Jimin who's using the PS4. You end up getting interested in the game, sharing the blanket beside him. Jungkook grabs yet another snack and joins you. As the two fo you watch Jimin play, the 3 of you get closer together until you're all snuggling under the blanket. Your head rests on Jimins shoulder as Jungkook's arm circles your waist.

You watch as Jimin's video game character tries a running jump and misses it's target, dying a hilariously long death. For some reason you can't stop laughing, Jimin tries incredibly hard to beat the section of the game which causes you to laugh even more, Jungkook leans over you, his bunny smile all you can see.

"You're actually crying!" He laughs, wiping a tear from your eye. For the first time in a while, you're just happy it's not from sadness.

None of you hear the door open, but you do hear the unmistakably fake cough for attention. You all turn to look at Yoongi, who's just gotten in. He looks good in a white tee, the arms cut off, showing his shoulders.

You pull your eyes away from the skin to meet his eyes for the first time that week. You catch your breath as Jungkook leans back.

"'Sup?" Jungkook asks.

"Y/N can we talk?" Yoongi's eyes bore into yours. Jimin looks up from his game and eyes him with interest.

"Uh, sure." You push the blanket onto Jungkooks lap and stand, following Yoongi out into the hallway. You think he wants to talk out there, but he walks right into his bedroom.

"Oh." You swallow, following him in.

It looks bigger this time, maybe because the window is open, the light of the moon spilling white light onto the bed. You can't help but follow the light, remembering the events that transpired between the two fo you here. Then you remember what's happened since, and who else has been here too.

You look away as he sits on the desk chair, almost as if sitting on the bed gives him de ja vu to when you stood in between his legs-

"I want to apologise." He starts in a deep voice.

You turn to him. "Oh." You mumble again, like you've forgotten all words.

"I shouldn't have...hung out of with Wonyoung." He gulps. "She was your friend and I made things awkward. I'm sorry."

You fiddle with a trinket on his dresser. Trying to work out what exactly he was apologising for. It didn't sound like he was referring to your hookup. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think she was ever actually my friend."

"Why would that make me feel better?" There he goes, always answering with a question. He sighs. "It was pure behaviour from me, I crossed a line. I hope you can forgive me."

You look up at him. Crossed a line? By getting with one of your friends? You decide to test the waters. "You're allowed to hook up with whoever you want, Yoongi. Whether I introduce you to them or not." You pause and he waits for you to continue. "If she hadn't ghosted me the next day, it would have been pretty normal. But I think you giving into your usual impulses showed me who my real friends are. So thanks."

He opens his mouth and waits for the retort on that comment to come. When they don't, he relaxes into a relenting smile. "Glad I could be of service then." He meets your eyes with his dark ones. "Are we good?"

You hear your own anxious words repeated back at you. So you repeat Jungkooks response.

"Of course, why wouldn't we be?"

"Cool, cool." He nods. "Um, any idea what's going on with Jimin?"

The question catches you off guard. "Jimin?"

"He's being extra clingy and not leaving me alone." Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, messing up the wax. "I'll try and get Jin to take him out or something. Sorry, I'll let you get back to it. He seemed happier with you there."

"I'll keep a closer eye then." You turn to the door, then stop and decide to extend the olive branch even further. "Want to join us?"

Yoongi hesitates, biting his lip roughly. "Nah, its okay. Couch looked pretty full."

You nod. "Good night, then."

"Good night."

The original horror flick Taehyung was forcing you to watch the next morning actually had you on the edge of your seat. You absentmindedly played with Tae's hair as he laid in your lap, occasionally glancing up for your reaction to shocking scenes.

"Ouch!" He yelps as you tug a bit too hard when a character almost discovers a dead body hidden just out of view.

"Sorry!" You rub his head and he sits up, pouting. You giggle, grabbing his head forcefully. His eyes widen in shock as you pull him you, planting a big wet kiss on his head. You pull him away from you, holding his cheeks in your hands. "Big baby."

He stares at you, lips parted until you drop him and go back to watching the movie. Something stirs in his chest, and he decides just for that moment that he takes back what he said bout sharing.

"What?" You catch him looking at you more often than not as the movie goes on.

"Nothing. Look!" He points at the screen just as the murderer comes sprinting out of the darkness at the main character.

You scream, leaping off the cushion and landing in Taehyung's lap. You cling to him, burying your face in his neck. His hands are feather like on your waist, unsure whether to keep you there or not. "Y/N..." He whispers.

"Sorry." You lift your head, staring into his eyes with your fearful ones. You find you can't help taking in each of his features since you're this close. His eyes, so dark and full. His cheeks, red and flushed. His lips-

"Y/N." He taps you. "You should-" He shifts his crotch and you almost feel something hard against your thigh, but it's probably your imagination.

"Who wants to play this Squid Game board game I just bought-" Jimin bursts into the living room. "Oh!" He freezes when he notices your position.

"It's not-" You slide of Taehyung as he grabs for a pillow not so subtly. "We're watching a scary movie."

Jimin glances at the TV. "Right, and you got so scared you slipped and fell on Tae's dick?"

"Woah!" V puffs out his cheeks.

"Yes! But no! I-I'll play with you!" You stammer, eager to change the subject.

"I bet you will." He looks you up and down saucily.

"Just open the box, Jimin."

The rest of the week you spent catching up on reading for your classes. The library was actually decorated for Halloween this year, which fell on Sunday. Saturday morning you were up bright and early for your Spa day with Jungkook.

"Hey, so I've never actually been to one of these." You tell him as the two of you get out of his car in front of the white glass building 40 minutes from home.

"You've never been to a Spa?" He looks at you gobsmacked.

"Not a proper Spa, no...who paid for this?" You gesture at the gorgeous building that no doubt held an activity usually out of your budget.

"My dad got it for me last Christmas, never got round to using it." He holds the door open for you. "I used to go all the time though, it's good for the soul."

"Yeah, I bet." You take in the immediately calming atmosphere of the reception. "Damn, I'm already like, totally Zen." You close your eyes and pretend to practice your breathing.

"Come on, Cinderella." He pulls you over to the desk, soon enough the two of you are wearing warm towels on your face and laying side by side on two beds.

"Can we interest you in couples massage?" One of the Spa employees suggests.

Jungkook smirks as you suppress a laugh and decline the offer. What does a couples massage entail? The two of you massaging each other or both of you being massaged by someone else at the same time? Bit weird, you thought, even if the two of you were together.

Jungkook seems to be itching to get to the pool, so you don't make him wait any longer. He waits for you by the changing room exit. You decided on a black swimsuit with a zip down the middle. You check yourself in the mirror, and tug it down just a cm. It's a high cut in the crotch area too, showing a lot of leg and ass. You thank the heavens you decided to shave everywhere before coming.

When you find him after changing, he drinks you in appreciatively and discreetly. If you blinked you would have missed the way the corner of his mouth quirked up as his eyes roamed your curves. You on the other hand aren't sure how subtle you are. His body is something to marvel in. Golden skin carved by the Gods, this boy should be a model.

He turns to face you more then and you choke a little on air at the sight of his tattoo sleeve exposed fully, from his fingertips to his collarbone.

"Ready?" He smiles at you then, back to friendly.

"I hope it's not cold." You poke a toe in the water and are pleasantly surprised. "Oh, that's not bad!"

He looks at you funny. "Of course it's not cold. You'll only find pleasure here, Y/N."

You shiver all the same.

He jumps in, soaking you in water. You can't help by squeal. "Do you wanna die?" Your voice echoes around the empty pool.

"Get in." He kicks back, spreading himself out in the water. "You're prolonging the torture."

You know he's right. Before he can swim away, you jump, tucking your feet in to bomb the water surface right beside him. You come up to catch your breath and move your hair off your face. When you rub your eyes clean, he's closer than you expect.

"Oh!"

"Shh." His breath tickles your face. "I think the lifeguard isn't too happy with us."

You slowly turn and notice an employee padding along the linoleum nearby, a watchful eye on the two of you. "Oh no, is he going to kick us out?"

"No." Jungkook laughs. "I was just joking. He's not the lifeguard. Again, you won't be watched or judged here. We're paying to relax."

"Actually we're not paying for any of it."

"You know what I mean." He swats water at you. "There's cameras. They probably just keep an eye on us from the next room."

"That's even weirder."

"Let's give them a good show then." He reaches a hand behind you to steady himself on the floor, whilst also trapping you between him and the edge.

"A show?" You swallow.

"Yeah. Let's race."

"Let's- wait what?"

"Let's go from this wall to the other side. Ready and go!" He pushes off and starts front stroke to the other end of the pool.

"Jungkook!" You push off both feet and kick after him, obviously you're not match for him. By the time you get to the other side, you're panting. You can no longer feel the floor under your feet and you're not quite at the wall yet.

Jungkook is laughing. "Need some help?"

"Please!"

"Damn girl, we need to get you to the gym." He says as he pulls you by the hands, placing them on the wall beside him.

"One: can't afford it, Two: you cheated, and Three-" You catch your breath, leaning your chin on the linoleum. Jungkook pats your head.

"It's not fair, you got me feeling like jelly and relaxed before forcing me to compete against you. Ask me again after I warm up, Bunny boy."

"Bunny boy?" He laughs.

"Duh." You gesture at his cute smile. "Plus you've got the stamina of a rabbit."

"Is this you reading me again?" He smirks.

"I mean anyone can see it." You pant. "Your future wife / certain girls on campus are real lucky."

He barks a short loud laugh, throwing his head back. You get a strange urge to kiss his neck. Luckily your urges are under your control right now. You swim slowly to the shallow end, now you remember how swimming can be relaxing, when you're not racing against Jeon Jungkook, that is. If you stand now, almost half your body would be out of the water.

When you turn around, Jungkook is floating towards you.

"Thank you for bringing me, Kook."

"Of course." He looks surprised. "I'm glad I could share this experience with you." You both smile at each other. "Mind if I do some laps?"

"Go for it." You grin.

You sit on the edge, watching him ripple up and down on the surface a few times, until finally he makes his way back to you. He stands in front of you, water dripping off his body. You can't help but stare. He moves the water with his hand, grazing your knee. "Getting back in?"

"In a minute. It's still kind of cold for my liking."

"Sorry it's not like your boiling hot baths, Y/N." He teases you.

"I guess it's my own fault then." You flick your hair.

"You should have more cold showers. It's good for you." Jungkook places a hand either side of you on the linoleum. "I'll warm you up." He starts breathing hot air on your neck and arms, tickling you. You giggle and part your knees at the sensation. He takes this opportunity to slide his waist in between your legs. Your breathing gets faster as his mouth stops blowing and lips graze along your cheekbone.

"What are you doing?" You sigh, moving your head to the side, which only allows him further access to your neck.

"I don't know, what am I doing?" He plants a wet kiss on your neck, guiding his mouth to your cheek.

"Jungkook..." You breathe.

"Yes, Y/N." He brushes his lips against yours but doesn't press down just yet.

"Friends don't kiss." You murmur, almost hoping he can't hear.

"Yes they do." He moves his nose against yours softly. "Friends can kiss any time they like. We've done it before."

Well he is right. You can't find a flaw with his logic right now. You're wet in more ways than one. "Okay." You melt under him, it's not fair. "Just a little bit."

"Mhm, just a little."

You press your lips to his and your legs widen even more, inviting him closer. As his tongue is granted access to your mouth, his hands grab your hips and pull you towards him. He's hard. You moan into his mouth and he repeats the noise in a deeper tone. You move your hips against him, earning a whimper from him. His tongue licks against yours and his hands roam higher.

Where your first kiss was funny and what felt sexual at the time, it was nothing compared to the closeness of you now. Nearly naked with soaking skin. His swimming trunks strained against him, he prods into you through the material and you groan deeply.

Almost instantaneously, the two of you suddenly remember where you are and break apart. He hangs his head, catching his breath whilst your eyes dart around, relieved to find your still alone. You eye the camera awkardly.

"Well, we gave them a show at least." You snort.

"Yeah." He sinks back into the water. "Guess that was more than a little bit."

"We should probably go and...cool off."

"Agreed."

You almost pull Jungkook into your cubicle but decide against it at the last minute. Surprisingly you're not worried this time about your actions, maybe because you both kissed before and laughed it off. The time it takes you to get changed kills some of the horny-ness, and the walk back to the car is taken up by the the sound of heavy rain as you both sprint across the carpark.

"Well I guess we can't get anymore wet!" You exclaim, flicking chlorine out of your already wet hair.

Jungkook bursts out laughing again as he fumbles for his car key.

The rain is still pouring by the time you get to the apartment. You both walk up to the door and you pat your pockets. "Shit, I forgot my key card."

"Oh shit." He pulls out his phone.

"You didn't bring yours?" You gape.

"Only my room key." He shrugs. "I figured you'd have one to get inside."

"Great." You tut. "Let's hope someone answers.

"Yeah, Jin-Hyung." Jungkook is already speaking on the phone. "Let us in please...Funny. I'm with Y/N. Okay, bye." He hangs up and looks down at you. "He's coming."

2 minutes later, Jin opens the lobby door. Jungkook pushes past him and heads quickly for the elevator.

"You're welcome!" Jin calls to him before looking at you. "I only came down because you were here. That kid owes me my leftover chicken."

"Jin, that chicken was old as hell. He did your stomach a favour." He tell him, following him inside.

"How was your spa day?" He asks.

"It was...rejuvenating."

After tucking into some ramen and taking a long warm shower, you throw on some sweats and decide to take the bins out. It's your turn after all, and you had some more energy to kill. Thankfully the rain had stopped, leaving a smell in the air that you always favoured. As you're just closing the lid to the giant recycling outside, the lobby door opens and Yoongi storms out. He skids to a stop when he sees you.

"Oh hey, it's your night again?"

You walk over. "Um, yeah, it's been a week. Where are you going at this time?"

"Just-nowhere." He runs a hand through his hair. "Just going for a drive."

"Oh." You nod, watching him. He looks up at the windows for a moment.

"Want to come?"

You jolt at the sudden eye contact, not that he notices. You're wide awake, he looks stressed and like he needs someone to talk to.

"Sure." Luckily you already brought your phone down with you, so you follow him to his car in the lot round the corner.

The moon is bright again, you watch the lights of the bars whizz by as you drive through the college town.

"So, what are you planning on writing about for the assignment?" He breaks the silence.

"You mean the big one before Christmas? We have ages to decide." You side eye him.

"We do, but I know you've already decided." He glances at you.

You snort. "The importance of cinematography in storytelling."

He smirks at his ability to read you, but it fades quickly as another thought passes by him. "I think Jungkook is doing something similar." He glances at you for your reaction.

"That's cool. Probably loads of students are writing about similar topics. At least 50 will be doing it on zombies." You scoff.

"That's actually what I was thinking about doing." He states bluntly.

"Oh!" You gasp. "I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sure you'll give a niche perspective-"

He laughs. "I know, relax."

You breathe out. "So, is that what you're stressing about? The essay?"

"Who says I'm stressed?" He doesn't look at you, but he grips the wheel tighter.

"Um, you. Everything about your demeanour." You gesture. "No one goes on a night drive unless they need to think. Or not think..."

He blinks slowly, fond of your babbling. "You know, I'm glad you came. You're very...distracting."

"Well, I hope not. I'd like to get home in one piece, thanks."

"I mean from the stuff going on in my head." He chuckles.

You raise a brow. "Wanna talk about it?"

He looks at you for a beat before turning into a gas station. "I need to get some fuel." He gets out of the car pretty quickly after pulling in, to fill up the tank. You sit in the passenger seat fiddling with your phone. You watch him head inside the station to pay. He returns a few minutes later and throws something firm and furry at you.

"Ah!" You catch a red panda plushy. "What's this?"

"It reminded me of the one from the arcade." He re-starts the engine. "You still like those right?"

"Of course." You smile. "You're so cute. Thank you."

He blushes at the compliment. "I'm cute."

He drives back out onto the winding roads, circling back towards campus. He puts on the radio, Red Velvet playing at a comfortable volume.

"I think I've got some mint chocolate in that draw there if you want some." He clears his throat.

You open the draw and rummage through the random things. A star-fish car freshener that he's yet to hang up, a couple of CDs, classical and pop. An old DS game, and finally the chocolate.

"How old is this and how is it not melted?" You peer at the wrapper suspiciously.

"I put it there yesterday." He rolls his eyes. "Plus it's only getting colder. You got your outfit for Halloween yet?"

"I have some options." You tell him as the apartment building comes back into view. "Can't wait to see you dressed up, I can't lie."

"Mhm, the feeling is mutual." He parks the car and you hug the panda to your chest, a little too forcefully. Maybe if you squeeze it hard enough your heart will stop beating so fast.

There's a moment when you both sit in the stationary car without moving. You're about to speak when Yoongi throws the door open and steps out. You follow him.

"Thanks for keeping me company." He stretches. "I usually like to be alone, but it's weird how much I prefer you being around."

"Anytime." You smile.

You both chat on the way up to the apartment and you're pleased to be back to normal with Yoongi. Him calling you into his room the other day was way too serious, it was moments like these that seemed to fix everything.

As you pull out your room key in front of your room, he lifts a hand in a friendly way and starts backward to his room. In a moment of overwhelming gratitude and peak relaxation from today, you patter towards him and envelope him in a hug. He's stiff at first, but welcomes you gladly, closing his arms around your back. He smells like expensive cologne.

"Good night, Yoongs."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

END OF PART 5

hope you enjoyed this mixture of moments, see you for part 6, halloween <3

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living with bangtan masterlist (18+)

when you’re the last one to move into the dorm with namjoon, jin, yoongi, hobi, jimin, taehyung and jungkook, they had their bets on what unlucky soul would have to share the space with them, but they never imagined it would be...you. 

slowburn, s2l, f2l,  fluff, smut, bts are obsessed with you <3 right now it’s bts x reader (haven’t fully decided on the main love interest, maybe whichever ship is the most popular with you guys!!!) 

part one moving in

part two welcome home jimin & hobi

part three the roadtrip & clubbing

part four the incident (18+) yoongi smut

part 5 the aftermath coming soon!

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living with bangtan part 4 (18+)

okay its time to get saucy!!! contains smut, fluff, slowburn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, bts are obsessed with you <3

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You don't say anything at first. You figure you should make him squirm a little. It was his fault.

"So you're going to ignore me?" Yoongi cocks his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Are you really sulking right now?"

"You humiliated me!" You whirl on him.

He takes a sharp intake of breath, not expecting this reaction. "I think you'll find that was Namjoon." He starts in a small voice.

"The drink was just the final straw." You let your arms fall at your sides. "You told us off like we were children. Jungkook might be used to that but I'm not. I'm not your liability to watch, Yoongi."

"I think you'll also find the liability was Namjoon." He scratches his head. "Do you really think kissing Jungkook was the right choice?"

You scoff, almost laughing incredulously at his tone of voice. "Who do you think you are to tell me about my choices? You bring a different girl home every other night." You hear how high pitched and wavering your voice sounds and curse inwardly.

"Pfft." He pulls his eyes away from you for a few seconds before latching them back on to you. "Okay. You're right. I was out of line."

You realise you've been holding your breath, you exhale and the two of you stare at each other.

You think back to 10 minutes ago. Was what you were doing really that bad? Having fun? With a super hot guy? So what if he also happened to be your room mate...Okay maybe it was a questionable decision, but it was just a kiss. Why did Yoongi have to lose his shit in front of everyone? You wished you kept more of a cool before, god why couldn't you be granted the power of redoing arguments.

But even though it showed more of Yoongi's character, and a problem he clearly had with the situation, it was Jin's glare that caused the panic attack to take surface, propelling you away from the neon lights and out into the strangely warm night.

"I think maybe we were both acting crazy." You breathe. "Either way, I need to get out of here."

The BMW pulls up beside you and you wave at the driver. You step off the curb, your heel getting caught in a drain. You yelp, twisting on the spot, mentally preparing yourself to add an injury to your list of problems, but Yoongi catches you in his arms.

"If you think I'm letting you get in this car alone, you're even crazier."

"It's an uber." You wave the white screen at him. "I ordered it, dummy."

"I know." He tells you as if that explains things. It's then you both realise he's still holding you. He lets go, and steps towards the car. "I don't like the idea of you getting in this guys car, in the state you're in."

"What do you mean the state I'm in, you dick?" You push past him, opening the car door. "Hi, yeah it's Y/N!" You tell the driver, coherently.

Yoongi slides in beside you and shuts the door, remind the driver of the address with a smile.

"What are you doing?" You gasp.

"Going home." He looks straight ahead. "This night was done. For me, anyway."

The ride back to the apartment is uncomfortably silent. The driver even notices the tension, and switches on the radio, playing a talk show at a medium volume. You wish he would turn the volume all the way, so you couldn't hear yourself think.

You let the two of you into the apartment, and you storm straight to your room. It's then you realise that your room key currently resides in Jimin's pocket.

"Fuuuuck." You hang your head. "I'm so done with today!"

"You locked yourself out?" Yoongi raises a brow.

"I gave my key to Jimin to hold while I ran back in for my phone." You rub your temples at the idiocy.

"Can't multitask, noted." Yoongi nods.

"If you're trying to piss me off even more, keep going." You snap. "Ugh, I have to sit in the kitchen all night and wait for them to come home in a soaking wet dress."

Yoongi hesitates on a thought, you watch him decide whether to voice it or not. "You can borrow something of mine."

You glance at him and he meets your eyes. "It's the least I can do, I guess. For cock blocking you."

You sigh. "It was JUST A KISS."

"Yeah, that's how it starts." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes as he unlocks his room.

His room is the complete opposite of how you imagined it would be. In your head you saw grey sheets, one pillow on the bed, various female lingerie hanging from every corner. Instead it was clean, white fluffy pillows, and if there were any evidence of his sexcapades, they were hidden away. It actually had a nice aesthetic.

"Wow." You breathed in. "Smells good too."

"What?" He doesn't turn around, instead he opens a draw and pulls out a t-shirt of his.

"I was just...surprised at your room is all."

"Sure." He chucks the t-shirt at you. "Get out of that dress."

"So that's how you do it?" You tilt your head. "Pretty aggressive start."

He stares at you, willing a comeback to make its way off his tongue. Instead his eyes soften. "You know, for someone that hates being judged. You do an awful lot of judging."

Your smirk dies on your lips. "I-you're right." You hug the t-shirt against you. "You have every right to do what you want with your...many evenings. Just like I do, mine."

"Glad we sorted that out." He coughs. "It's not that many evenings though."

"Sure." You grin. "Um, I'll just..."

You slip inside the en suite that you all have, Yoongi's isn't as tidy as his bedroom. It seemed he got ready in here in a hurry. Skincare and shaving stuff spilled across the sink. A bottle of hair wax that he clearly abandoned the idea of, sitting on the plughole.

Whilst Yoongi makes himself comfortable on the bed, (well as much as he can whilst knowing you're currently undressing a few steps away from him) you place the t-shirt down on the laundry basket and begin to slide the tiny straps off your shoulders, the smell of some fruity concoction bleeding from your skin.

"Ugh." You managed to get the dress down underneath your bra, when it seems to move no more. Damp and stuck to your body like superglue. You whine and tug with all your might, but it doesn't budge.

You need help.

"Yoongi...?"

"Yes?"

"I'm..I can't get the stupid thing off." You huff.

"What thing?" He calls back softly.

"The dress. It's too wet." You don't know why you're still hiding in the bathroom. If you wanted his help you might as well go to him.

You step out in front of his bed, a hand over your chest. His mouth hangs open, a quirk on the corners of his lips. "And you want me to...?"

"Peel the fucking thing off me." You groan. "Rip it off at this point I don't care."

He laughs, swinging his legs around to hang off the bed. He pulls you to stand in between his legs. "You need to relax, girl." He coos, feeling around the top of the dress for a zip. When he doesn't find one, he starts gently twisting you out of it. "I won't rip it. It's too pretty to destroy."

You stare at him as he focuses on his task. His brows are crossed in concentration, but his cheeks are pink. He gets the dress to your hips and stops. "Can I be rough?"

"What?" You blush.

"I just...need some extra force to get it off your..."

The words die in his mouth just like you do in that moment. Your ass. A panicked expression comes over him and he looks up at you. "I mean it's a compliment."

"Oh my god." You laugh, moving your hands off your chest to cover your face.

Yoongi swallows, your boobs sitting so nicely in your bra, right in front of his face. The black lacey thing fit you perfectly, he couldn't help but notice. Your tits looked like they would pop out if he did add the force he was suggesting.

It's then that you check on why he's so still, and catch him in the act. "Yoongi!"

"Wh-what! Why?" He pushes you away slightly. "It's not my fault you bought this two sizes too small."

"It's NOT small, it's wet!" You exclaim, blushing. "You think I like standing here in your room, half naked?"

"Most people don't seem to have a problem." He shrugs.

"See now who's making comments." You fold your arms, his eyes drop down for another second at the way your boobs look pushed together.

"You know what I think?" He licks his lips. "Sounds like you kinda wish you were one of them."

"Please." You scoff, but he hesitantly pulls you in by the material of your dress and you don't stop him.

"I don't think you would even be standing here at all if you didn't want me to look at you. See you." He breathes hot air on your belly. "I see you in every way, and you know I like what I see, Y/N."

When he says your name his voice takes on an edge you haven't heard since his early flirtatious days when you first moved in. His lips graze your belly button and a warm sensation fills your underwear. As he's a vampire and can smell it, his dark eyes flit to yours, a new confidence appearing in the black circles.

"This is the better choice, and we both know it."

You gasp inwardly as you realise what you're about to do. In the same second, you cup his jaw with both hands and bring your lips down to his. He catches them, ready. Your lips part instantly, letting in that catty tongue of his. Moaning into your mouth, Yoongi furrows his eyebrows and his hands slide up and down your back.

You take the lead, pushing back onto the bed, you straddle him, the ultra mini skirt that was your dress riding up over your ass. You start grinding against his jeans, the friction burning a hole in your thong. He makes a noise then, disconnecting your lips and finding your eyes.

"It's still your choice, Y/N."

"What are you saying?" You pant, annoyed slightly that he stopped your ministrations.

"I'm saying you can still call this off." He catches his breath, planting a wet kiss to your collarbone. "But if you say you want this, I don't know if I can-"

"I want this." You press down harder on him, earning a whimper from his throat. "Get this dress off."

You know how they say, mothers will get super human strength and be able to lift a car if their child was trapped underneath? The struggle between Yoongi and the dress was a bit like that. Hearing your breathy voice practically beg him to have you was all the power he needed.

In seconds you find yourself off his lap and on all fours beside him, he clambers off the bed and tugs the dress down and over your ass cheeks. You gasp and moan as you're exposed to the cool air in the room.

"Mhm." He sounds, sliding a finger underneath your thong, dragging his digit down over your slit. "Just as I thought."

As if sensing your pending question, he leans over you, his mouth on your earlobe. "More than just our good girl."

"Yoongi, please." You shiver.

He collects the wetness on his finger and darts his tongue out to taste you. "Yeah, no more waiting."

He flips you onto your back and you kick the dress off your legs, leaving you in your underwear. He hovers over you, kissing you again. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Almost." You reach your hands under t-shirt, lifting the material over his head. You then reach your hand down and cup him over his jeans. "Your turn."

He helps you help him out of his clothes, and then his lips are on yours again, while he shuffles the two of you along the bed until your head is on the pillows. You run your hands through his hair as he kisses down your chest. You need his mouth on you, everywhere. You reach behind you and unclip your bra, letting your tits spill out in front of him. He groans at the sight, his mouth instantly attaching to your nipple.

"Fuck." You moan as his tongue swirls around your nipple. HIs other hand reaching down to stroke you through your thong. "Oh, Yoongi."

He kisses your nipple goodbye and lifts his head up again, his fingers still working painfully slow on your sex. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"I know." You bite your lip, mimicking your interaction from the last party. Who knew back then, that this is where you'd end up a couple weeks later.

He captures your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. So tender that it surprises you and has your other lips leaking. He parts himself from you again. "I'm gonna help you relax now, okay?"

"Okay."

And he does. He eats you out like a man starved. Like he's wanted this and nothing but this since you moved in. A part of him he didn't think could feel satisfied just from eating pussy. You sounds, your scent, your expressions, your body, your words, your red hot angry eyes that you show only to him, and the look of pleasant surprise you show only to him too.

"Yoongi you're gonna make me-"

"Uhuh." He pants, his tongue coming up for air before pressing down on your clit.

"Oh god, yes, right there. Don't stop."

You sing. Yoongi doesn't think he's ever heard a piece of music quite so beautiful.

-

He lays next to you for quite some time while you come down from the cloud he placed you on with his mouth. After a few minutes you reach for him, trying to touch him in anyway you can, but he takes your hands and folds them against you.

"No..." You whisper.

"Not tonight, love." He presses a kiss to your shoulder. "I don't think I can last long after that. Besides I need you to be awake and really ready for me."

"I am." You yawn, already accepting defeat.

He chuckles into your hair and then stops. "You still smell like overpriced cocktails."

"Ugh." You try not to think about reality, but the memory of the night comes barging in.

Dancing. Jungkook. The argument. The drink. The key. Yoongi's mouth on your-

The boys, who could be home any minute.

"I should go wait in the kitchen." You sit up quickly, scooching to the end of the bed.

Yoongi is surprised by your quick movements. "Hey, relax. You need to sleep."

"Yeah, in my own bed." You glance at him and then soften. "Sorry. I'm just not ready to deal with more looks."

"Ookay." He collapses back into the pillows. "You know the way out."

"Always the gentlemen." You roll your eyes. "I'm glad I got the full Yoongi experience." You stomp to the bathroom and shove the t-shirt on. You walk back over to the bed.

"I need some bottoms."

"Oh." He gets up then, and reaches into a different draw. "Here, where my boxers."

"Yoongi, I'm trying NOT to get more suspicious stares tonight."

"Fine." He picks up some basketball shorts off the floor. "Satisfied?"

You snatch the shorts and stuff your legs into them, they're a bit baggy but you roll them over to keep them from falling down. "Thanks. For everything."

"You don't need to thank me for anything." He stares at you in the small light of the bedside lamp.

You smile quickly and dart out of the room, your non horny braincells finally returning as you pad down the hallway to the kitchen to wait for Jimin to return with your key. This was even worse than kissing Namjoon or Jungkook. Yoongi kissed you. Everywhere. Yoongi.

The one that teased you, the one that had a constant rotation of girls leaving his room every week. God, you hoped he was clean. At least you didn't have full on sex. Just as importantly, at least he seemed to act casual about it, as if the two of you didn't just break the one unspoken rule of the apartment. You wonder how long he'll keep his dirty mouth shut about this.

It isn't long before you hear an abundance of footsteps shuffling out of the elevator and entering the apartment. It can only be the boys back from the club, no one else would be moving around that loudly at this time of night.

"Hey! How was the rest of your night?" You try to put on a bright facade as you hug your knees to your chest in the dining chair.

You're met with mostly concerned faces. "We couldn't really enjoy ourselves after you left." Hobi tells you. "We were too worried about the two of you."

"Really?" You search all of their faces. Tae comes and pulls your head to his body, stroking your hair. Jin is at the cupboard, pulling a couple of instant ramen packets out.

"Yes, really." He looks over his shoulder at you with a soft expression. You give him a small smile back.

"Where's Yoongi?" Hobi asks, as Jungkook plants a wobbly Namjoon onto the sofa.

"Uh, in his room, I think."

Jungkook looks over at you, tonguing his cheek. "He just left you out here?"

"No, I mean, he stayed out with me for a bit, but he looked pretty tired so I sent him to bed."

"You're too good." Jimin approaches. "Why aren't you in bed?" He looks you over. "And what are you wearing?"

"You have my key." You smirk, distracting everyone from your outfit. "Um, and Yoongi gave me some stuff to change into, seen as my dress was soaked."

"I'm soghhy." Namjoon calls groggily from the cough.

"It's okay, Joon!" You call over to him, chuckling.

Everything would be okay. Sure, things were complicated now, you practically were checking off your room mates on a kiss list but you were safe and dry. There were worst things to be dealing with. This would blow over just like your kiss with Joon and hopefully now Jungkook. You were all mature adults! Plus, you had to give it to Yoongi after all, he knew how to relax you.

"Well you sure perked up." Jin tilts his head. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." You lower your nose into the collar of the t-shirt, breathing in Yoongi's smell. "I'm super."

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END OF PART 4

oof well there it is...hope you enjoyed ;) stay tuned for part 5 <3

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living with bangtan part 3

slow burn, fluff, smut, f2l, s2l, e2l, bts x reader, maybe you can help me decide the main love interest ;)

It's a slow start to the morning, which turns into a fast paced one very quickly. You wake up early, so you eat breakfast in the kitchen alone, watching the sun come up. You savour the quiet and lack of chaos that is the boys. Today was the road trip to the beach.

What started as a peaceful morning became rushed, you accidentally fall back to sleep after your shower, only to be awoken in your towel by a sharp knock on the door from one of the boys. "I've already called shotgun so don't try it!" You hear Taehyung skip away from the door.

Finally, everyone piles into the mini van Jin hired for the trip. You bag a window seat in the middle row, and Jungkook squeezes in beside you. He tries his hardest not to interfere with your space, placing himself just so, his knee barely so much as knocking yours.

"Alright dickheads I'm in charge of the snacks, don't get greedy." Yoongi slides in on the end.

"But you always fall asleep, give them to someone else." Jin plugs himself in and turns on the engine.

"Tough, it'll make you more self disciplined."

"You sound like my mother." You groan, and Jungkook chuckles.

Taehyung jumps in the passenger. He turns around to you. "When do I get to meet your mother?"

You narrow your eyes at your best friend. "Why?"

"I just so happened to come across her facebook page-"

"Stay away from my mother Taehyung!" You lean across Jungkook, feigning a slap.

"Is she pretty?" Jungkook tries to make eye contact with Taehyung.

"She's lovely." He smiles an innocent smile and you cover your face.

As the journey starts, Jungkook puts on his headphones. Taehyung controls the music whilst making conversation with you for most of the ride.

"Hey Jin-Hyung go easy on the potholes we're dying back here." Jimin whines from the back row. You turn around and he gives you a playfully terrified expression. You giggle.

"Sorry." Jin calls back to him. "We're basically here."

You nudge Jungkook who had fallen asleep as soon as he started listening to music, so he can see the ocean come into view. At first he screws up his features, annoyed to be awoken, but then he takes in the view and smiles. "We're here." He leans forward. "We're here, right?"

"Yes, Jungkook. We're here." Jin sighs. "I thought if I heard 'are we there yet' from Y/N one more time I was going to crash the car."

"Thank you for keeping us alive." You pat him on the shoulder.

As you step out of the car, the smell of the sea invigorates you, the wind blasting your hair back. You squeal excitedly. "Do you know how long it's been since I went to the beach?!"

"A long ass time?" Jungkook chuckles, stepping out behind you.

"Do you think there are amusements here?" You turn to him and almost melts at your expression before realising what you just said.

"You mean like arcades?" He lights up. "Fuck yeah I hope so."

"Wow, there's two of them." Taehyung mumbles.

--

You, Jimin, Hobi and Taehyung have a hilarious time challenging each other to sprint races along the shore, the waves lapping at your feet. You almost die laughing as Taehyung takes a tumble into the water. That is until Jungkook joins the races and it all gets old very quickly.

"Man, and I thought it was bad losing to Y/N at Mario Kart." Jin tuts from the blanket. "It's even worse watching this train wreck."

"Yeah, fuck off Jungkook." You collapse on the sand as Jimin tackles Jungkook onto the towels.

"Watch out!" Namjoon growls, moving his book out of the way just in time. The two of you hadn't actually spoken one on one since the kiss, but it wasn't awkward, in fact you were glad that neither one of you had brought it up.

"What are you reading?" You edge closer, breaking the ice.

He glances up at you carefully, then realises you're not about to make fun of him. "It's a book I'm planning to recommend to the class on Monday. I know, I know, working on a trip."

"I mean, yeah it's good to get ahead, but you should relax, Joon. You're acing the professor stuff."

"I just, can't look like an idiot up there. I'm pretty good at most of it, and staying calm through all of it. But it feels like if I slack off for a day or two, it'll all come crumbling down."

"It's not healthy to be like that." You touch his arm. "I mean it Joon, you're one of the best professors this college has ever seen. And you're not even full time yet!" He hides a smile as you continue. "Relax, please. You deserve it."

He meets your eyes then, and you almost cower. He hasn't looked you dead in the eyes since your kiss, and it's like the two of you are both brought back to that moment right there and then. His gaze drops to your lips and you think he might do it again, right here in front of everyone, but he snaps his head to watch Jungkook and Jimin wrestle over a packet of crisps.

You follow his gaze to watch Jungkook smack Jimin on the head with the chips, causing you to burst out laughing. Jungkook catches your eye and grins.

"Hey, Jin." You turn around looking for him, he's sitting up now, dusting sand off his shoes. "Let's go find a giant Mario Kart machine so I can beat you again."

"Oh, you're on." Jin moves to get up. "I'm done with the sand anyway."

"You're both on!" Jungkook sprints to the end of the beach, towards the shops.

"Look what you've done." Hobi rolls his eyes, tipping his neck back to drink some water. He's sweaty from running, and it beads down his neck. When he catches you watching, he smirks. "You like me or something?"

"I like that water you're drinking." You snatch it, blushing. "It's so hot." You tip the water back, letting a lot of it dribble down your throat, and onto your thin top, cooling you off. When you finish and stop to wipe yourself, you notice Hobi staring right back.

"What?" You smirk. "You like me or something?"

"Let's go, Y/N." Jin holds out a hand and you take it, leaving a gobsmacked Hobi to sit on the sand.

--

The sky turned pink as the eight of you headed back to the car after a tiring by fun day.

"Hey." You felt your back collide with something soft. You turned to see Yoongi stood there, a black and pink plushy in his hand.

You gasped. "How did you-"

"I saw you looking at it. Here." He passes you the cute teddy you saw in the claw machine and thought would look perfect on your bed.

"But, how? These games are like, scams?"

"I'm just that good."

"Thank you, are you sure I can keep it?"

"Yeah. It's not really my style." He shrugs.

You look down at the toy, it's little playful smirk and vampire teeth. If Yoongi were to ever be a teddy, it would be this one.

As you jumped into the car, Namjoon sidled up to Yoongi. "So how much did you pay the teenager working at the arcade to open the machine up?"

"Not much. These kids will take anything. It's sad really." He smirks.

Namjoon smiles softly, watching you show off your plush to Taehyung.

"So, winner of the most games gets shotgun the way back right?" Jungkook jumps into the passenger seat, causing the others to groan. Joon takes the opportunity and slides into the seat next to you.

Jin rubs his face tiredly. "Okay kids, next stop, home."

"Earbud?"

You turn to see a cozy looking Joon, almost being swallowed by his hoodie, holding one of his earphones out to you.

"Sure." You smile, leaning closer to him. A relaxing R&B song fills your left ear drum, and soon enough you're lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body and cologne.

"Y/N." A deep voice wakes you. "We're back now."

You wake up, your head resting on Joons shoulder, the earbud long forgotten.

"Oh, thank you."

"For what?" He chuckles, helping you out of the car.

"Um...I'm not sure."

For waking you, letting you use his earbud, his shoulder, for making you feel comfortable despite the last few days, and for smiling that same smile he's always held for you, at you now.

The boys are already dragging themselves to the elevator, slapping Jin on the back as they go.

"Who's up for fried chicken?" You beam, earning a chorus of strangely melodious cheers.

--

jimin :): are u coming out tonight? <3

You stare at the text on your phone, contemplating. It was a Thursday afternoon, and you had a 10am class the next day. With anyone else you'd have answered a simple yes or no, stating the time you wished to stay out for. But there was a strange buzz in the air, something brewing in the pit of your stomach.

It had been a while since there had been a crazy night out, and you had a feeling tonight was long overdue.

you: what's the plan again? x

jimin :): crazy new club in central, i think all of us are going

you: crazy??

jimin :): dress up babe :P

Soon enough you're squashed in the back of an uber, the ribbed tight dress you chose hugging your curves. Jimin spreads his legs and grins at you. He looks insanely good in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

"You know it's pitch black outside right?" You laugh.

He giggles as Hobi holds a phone out to the two of you. "Say Cheeeeeese."

Jimin throws up a peace sign, leaning in to you. You get a waft of his aftershave, and press your cheek to his.

When you get to the club, Jimin leans forward to thank the uber driver personally, even though you tell him he doesn't need to, he always does.

You step out, balancing your in heels on the curb. You swish your hair around, looking for the other uber that the others followed you in. The boys are right behind you, piling out. Jin is standing on the sidewalk, staring at you.

He's using his hands vigorously as part of a conversation with Jungkook, all the while, keeping his eyes locked on you.

And you keep your eyes on him too.

He looks like a model tonight, black shirt with too many buttons undone, something about him sparkles. You walk straight over to him.

"Are you wearing glitter?"

He winks. "That's just me."

You walk into the club, blue lighting surrounds you, the bar is decked out in neon, like a beacon of hope to get wasted. In expecting the prices to be extreme, you had all pre-drinked at the apartment just to be safe.

"Want to dance?" Jungkook pushes his long hair back, also decked in black, he looks too good. The heat from his body already making you sweat. The kid was a human radiator.

"Let's do it." You let him guide you on to the dance floor. The two of you start jumping to the beat, before the song quickly changes and you turn your back against his front.

"What are you doing?" He huffs.

"Dancing." You grab his hands, placing them on your hips.

You feel his knuckles tighten and he pulls your ass against him. You're not sure what comes over you, probably the shots you did in the kitchen, but you're shaking your ass over his crotch, feeling his jeans tighten with every movement.

Suddenly, he pushes you off. "Careful."

"Why?" You spin, pulling him in. "It's fun-"

"It wont be when I pop a boner on the dance floor." He glances behind you and you follow his gaze to find Hobi, a secret laugh on his lips and two glasses in his hands.

"First rounds on me." He shouts over the music, handing the drinks to you and Jungkook. "Am I interrupting?"

"No." Jungkook blurts.

You roll your eyes and push past them, heading for a seat at the bar. You slam your drink down on the surface, trying to control the feelings inside you. Jeez, when was the last time you got laid?

You close your eyes, massaging your scalp for a few minutes, before you're finishing your drink quickly.

"Woah there, you're meant to savour it." Hobi comes up behind you on the stool. "That cost me way too much."

"I was getting hot out there." You slip off the stool.

"Yeah, I can tell." He grins, shaking his head. "I'm loving the dress by the way."

"Thanks. I'm good now though. Let's dance." You pull Hobi back to the dance floor as a fast paced drum and bass starts. You can't count how many people you accidentally hit with your hair, but then you're spinning and spinning, the colours and lights blurring into one orb.

"Go Y/N!" Jimin laughs his pretty laugh, pulling out his camera and snapping shots of you.

"You okay Y/N?" Hobi grabs you.

"Never better!" You grab him and jump.

Really you were, not a care in the world in that moment, with them. You spin again, knocking into Jungkook. He laughs.

"I'm sorry about earlier!" You shout into his face.

"Don't worry about it." He smirks, pulling you closer. "I'm sorry for getting weird. How about a redo?"

You grin and let him run his hands over you as dance to a new song. You face him this time, running your hands through his hair. "Your hair is getting so long!"

"I know." He winces. "Should I cut it?"

"No!" You growl almost animalistic-ally. "I love it." You mewl.

"Yeah?" He huffs, his hands sliding upwards. "You love it?"

"Yeah."

You're not sure when the two of you got so close, or who leaned in first, but suddenly you're kissing Jungkook. His lips are warm and wet from his incessant licking of them while you were talking. You feel him smile into your mouth and soon the two of you are giggling like a couple of experimental besties.

Suddenly rough hands separate the two of you, Yoongi, who hadn't spoken to you all night, pushing Jungkook off into a quiet end of the club.

"Yoongi what the fuck are you doing?" You grab his bicep but his posture stays locked in position to shield Jungkook from you.

"What are you doing, Jungkook? This is a bad idea and you know it."

"We were just having fun!" Jungkook looks bewildered. "Hyung, you can't be serious-"

"What's the problem?" Jin appears.

Yoongi turns to him, avoiding your gaze. "This kid just-"

"I saw what happened on the dance floor." Jin. states calmly, hands in his pockets. "What's your problem?"

"She's drunk!" Yoongi cries.

"No I'm not!" You exclaim.

"They're both the same level of tipsy." Jin tells him. "You're just seeing what you want to see."

"I'm trying to stop him from making a stupid mistake." Yoongi argues.

"So which is it Yoongi?" You force him to face you. "I'm drunk or I'm a stupid mistake?"

"That's not what I-"

"The fact is, she's neither." Jin cuts him off, instantly silencing the 3 of you. You're about to beam and thank him for standing up for you when he adds on-

"If Y/N wants to make that kind of choice, she's just as responsible." He turns and gives you a dark look, his eyes penetrating the safe wall he had built himself, shielding you from the social anxiety of being judged by nearly everyone. Now he's shot through the barrier with just one stare.

You're confused, your heart pounding so fast from the adrenaline and everything else. Jungkook looks guilty, Yoongi won't even look at you, and Jin is already turning away, bored, with a hint of something else in his expression.

It hurts.

"Whaa is going on?" A drunk Namjoon barges into the awkward circle. "You guys are really sucking the good vibes out of the whole club." He slurs, swinging his nearly full glass.

Jungkook looks up. "Joon, careful."

"Why?" He throws his body from side to side dramatically, whatever liquid was in that glass now covering your neck, chest and lower half of your hair. It instantly soaks your dress and you wonder how one drink can spread so much. How did this night go downhill so fast?

You gasp.

"Oh no, Y/N. I'm so sorry!" Joon's eyes widen as the moment seems to sober him briefly. "I-I didn't see you-" He looks utterly devastated.

You feel worse.

"I'm going home. I...don't feel like I should be here anymore."

Before anyone can say anything, you turn swiftly on your heels and make a beeline for the door. The thumping bass is all you can hear until you push out of the double doors and past the startled bouncer. You hobble over to the a side road, pulling out your phone, thanking the heavens in that moment for instant cab services.

Two minutes. You thank your lucky stars again for Uber. You strain your eyes, gazing down the road, willing it to appear. You sniff and pretend you're not on the verge of crying.

One pair of footsteps comes up behind you. You don't have the energy to even defend yourself if it were a stranger. Luckily it wasn't.

"Someone had to go after you, and since this is pretty much my fault, it should be me.”

------------------

END OF PART 3

who is it 0.o find out in the next part which will contain smut!

[ababybiter]

living with bangtan part two

check out part one which should be on my page below this one hehe its time for the first party ;)

slow burn, fluff, smut, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, bts are obsessed with you! main love interest undecided, perhaps chosen by you!

-

After a long day of studying with Namjoon, the two of you are greeted in the kitchen by Yoongi, and a shaggy haired guy with numerous ear piercings. 

“The famous Y/N!” The guy grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you, making you feel like a phone on vibrate. “This is the one that wants to pull an all nighter with me, yeah?”

You side eye Yoongi. “Do I now?”

“Jin said it, not me.” Yoongi throws up his hands.

“Well, I can sure try.” You let Namjoon take your folder to set down on the table. “You must be...”

“Hobi, of course. The one that comes to converse with his room-mates after a long trip instead of heading straight to his room.” He rolls his eyes. “That’d be Jimin.”

“Leave the guy alone, I’ve never seen him look so tired.” Yoongi grabs a beer from the fridge.

“I would be, having to spend 4 hours in the car with this guy.” Namjoon nods at Hobi.

“Hey now you guys.” Hobi wipes his face with his black t-shirt. “Don’t embarrass me in front of Y/N. Besides don’t act like you don’t love me enough to throw a party in my honour.”

“It’s not in your honour, it’s a congratulations for coming first place Jimin and Hobi party.” Yoongi sets him straight, sweetly.

“You came first place?!” You exclaim. “That’s amazing! You’ll have to let me see you guys dance some time.”

“Yoongi start beatboxing right now.” Hobi points.

“No.”

“Some time it is.” Hobi grins.

At that moment, another beautiful man walks in. A kind smile wearing a cozy white knitted sweater. He walks right up to you.

“He rises!” Hobi hollers.

“Hey! I’m Jimin.” 

You’ve never known someone to make such deep and intense eye contact whilst looking so innocent. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Finally I’ve introduced myself to everyone!”

He laughs a tinkly laugh. “You’re coming to the party right?”

“Uh...yeah sure if I’m invited.”

“Of course you’re invited.” Jimin touches your arm softly as Yoongi snickers. 

“If one of us throws a party, we all throw it.” Yoongi adds.

“That’s because I have no choice but to hear it.” You snort.

“Still.” Jimin ignores them. “It’s a good chance for all of us to get better aqquainted.”

And with the way he’s looking at you, how can you say no?

-

bestae: hey can you help us with something?

Your phone dings as you rub at your face to fix your eye makeup. The message from Taehyung alerts you to the time, people will start showing up soon.

you: sure, give me a min

You stand up, checking yourself once more in the mirror before opening your door. Taehyung and Yoongi stand there waiting.

“Okay, who looks better.” Tae spins in a slow circle, whilst Yoongi doesn’t move. In fact neither do his eyes, which are glued to you. Until that is, they start moving south.

“You guys look hot.” You state. “Yeah, I can’t decide.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Yoongi blurts.

Taehyung snaps his head towards him. “Beautiful?” He finally looks at you, and does a double take. “I mean, yeah she is- I mean yeah she does but I’ve never heard you say a compliment with more than one 2 syllables.” 

“Two syllables? Really?” Yoongi stares at him.

“Is that really what you needed help with? To decide who looks better?” You place a hand on your hip, looking at the boys with two very different styles.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You can say it’s me.” Tae darts off to the kitchen before you can confirm or deny, and before Yoongi smacks him.

The hallway is quiet until someone starts the speakers on a setting that’s way too high, momentarily blasting SZA loud enough to burst an eardrum before all is silent again.

“I mean it, you know.” Yoongi looks at the ground before meeting your eyes. “You look amazing.”

“I know.” You smirk. “So do you.” And you mean it too.

He leans in, the smell of his aftershave making you glad you aren’t wearing heels. “I won’t tell Taehyung.” Then he turns and heads towards the kitchen, leaving you with a strange feeling.

--

Soon enough, the party is in full swing. Jungkook figured out the music situation and Hobi got most people dancing in the makeshift space between the table and the sofa area. You’re thinking about joining in when someone taps you on the shoulder.

“Dance with me?” Jimin invites you.

“You read my mind.”

Jimin leads you by the hand to wear your classmates and lots of the boys are throwing it back to a song you don’t recognise. You’re just getting into the feel of the song, swaying your hips in time to the slow drum beat. Jimin puts his hands on your hips and pulls you close, whispering in your ear. 

“You’re a good dancer.”

“Coming from you.” You reply, just loud enough for him to hear.

He doesn’t say anything back, instead the two of you lose yourselves in the music. The song changes to an energetic one, and Jimin spins you around in circles as you laugh hysterically. As you turn, you catch sight of Jin by the kitchen counter. You hadn’t seen him all evening, and the sight of him makes your knees buckle, almost stumbling into Jimins arms. 

Jin has his long hair tied back in a low bun, his white t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. He’s talking to a guy from your film class, but his eyes never stray from you. The look he’s giving you makes you shudder and you force yourself to turn away. He looked almost envious. 

“Woah, I think it’s time to get you a drink.” Yoongi steps into your field of vision, which is dizzying after being spun by Jimin. You gesture a drink to Jimin and he nods, pulling you into a hug. 

“That was fun. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too!” You shout back over the music before following Yoongi over to the drinks table.

“Having fun?” He beams at you.

“Yes! You guys know how to throw a rager.”

“Obviously.” He smirks, going back to his usual self. “Here.” He passes you a tall glass filled with red liquid, a cherry on the rim. 

“Thank you, who made these?” 

“A girl in my class, she’s got many talents.” He clinks his glass to yours.

“Gross.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey guys.” An incredibly drunk Taehyung slings an arm around you, almost making you spill your full glass. “Isn’t this great? Y/N come dance with me!”

You quickly drink some of your drink and pass it back to Yoongi, who takes it with a smile on his face. He watches you be led back on to the dance floor by Taehyung. “Watch those hips Taehyung, she’s a menace!”

You blush, sending a playful glare his way and Yoongi meets it with a beam. He watches you dance the night away, and the feeling of his gaze only spurs you on.

Eventually you lose sight of him, and you come of the dance floor. You’re not sure why you’ve gone searching for him, but the way he was watching you all night has you wanting to talk to him. To see if he’ll show you that side of him again, the one that called you beautiful, held your drink with a protective hand over the top for 5 songs in a row, and bit his lip as he drank in your figure.

When you do find him however, it feels like the last few hours didn’t happen. He’s on the couch, a girl on his lap, his eyes closed as though he’s in a deep sleep, but his mouth says otherwise. 

You spin quickly and turn away, eager not to be caught watching the act unfold. But you turn back just as quickly, staring at the way his hands move over her hips, pulling the girl in the navy blue sweater dress against his jeans. When you turn back this time, you bump straight into Namjoon.

“I was just getting some air.” He gestures. “Want to come.”

“Please.”

-

“Hobi is really in his element up there.” Namjoon chuckles as the two of you perch on the brick wall in front of your building. He shifts, making space for you. “It’s times like these I wished I smoked.”

“Do you really mean that?” You looked at him, disbelieving.

He hesitates. “No, I guess not. I just feel pretty awkward having nothing to do.” He drums his fingers on his knee.

“Do you feel awkward with me?” You ask.

“No! No, not at all.” He smiles at you. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. I’m having a great time.” Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes and you’re not sure why. “Are you?”

“Yeah...well this night isn’t really my idea of a good time but it’s not as bad as I anticipated.”

“I get you.” You nod. “I think I’m only having a good time because I’m with you guys.”

“I get you.” He blinks at you slowly, a smile easing on his lips. You smile back at him. Your friendship with Joon has grown significantly since that first day in the uni lecture. But you still swoon sometimes when he gives you that professorial smile.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He lifts a finger to move a strand of hair back behind your ear, and you cringe at the word.

“Thank you, Joon.”

He watches your mouth form the words to thank him and his eyes flicker to meet yours briefly. He’s so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath although he acts as if he’s not had a drop. He leans in and you can’t help it, you’re leaning in too.

His arm rests behind you so you don’t fall off the wall, and his other hand cups your cheek, it’s warm. His lips meet yours then, and your mouth is opening to kiss him back. His fingers slide down to your throat, and at an excruciatingly slow pace, he wraps them around your neck, without putting on any pressure, but just enough to let you know he’s in control. 

You’re shocked by his demeanour, his confidence and his hands. You’re about to wrap yours around his neck when the door flies open and Taehyung comes stumbling out, a concerned Jimin following close behind. 

“Let’s just take a walk-” Jimin slides down the path trying to catch up with him.

“Think I’m gonna be sick.” Taehyung declares, except instead of stopping to vomit, he takes off sprinting down the path.

“Oh shit, not again.” Jimin groans.

Namjoon jumps off the wall. “I got him, can you take Y/N back inside?”

“Oh, yeah sure.” Jimin didn’t even notice you were there. “You okay Y/N?” He looks even more concerned than he was a few seconds ago.

“Me? I’m fine. Is V okay?” You jump onto the grass.

“Yeah he’ll be fine.” Jimin takes an intake of breath. “He just gets like this sometimes. He’s a runner.”

“Oh.” You nod, knowing a few people like that in your time. You hadn’t notice the temperature drop until you stand beside Jimin. 

“Oh shit, if I had a jacket I’d give it to you!” Jimin chuckles. “Let’s go back in, I’m sure Hobi is wanting a dance with you.”

“I think I’m gonna go back to my room actually.” You decide. “I’m pretty tired.”

“I guess I spun you a little too much.” Jimin blushes. “What were you and Joon doing out here?”

“Just...getting some air.”

He watches you and you squirm, feeling as if he can read your thoughts. With how much he maintained eye contact, he probably can.

The music is still thumping, but on a more cooling down dance at this point as Jimin walks you right to your bedroom door.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N. Sleep well okay?”

“Thanks Jimin, tell the others I said thanks for a great night?”

“I will do. Goodnight.”

He hugs you again and you retire to your room, closing the door behind you. The evening panic overtakes you as you climb into bed. Why did Namjoon kiss you? Why did you kiss back? He’s your professor and you live together!

You take a few deep breaths. No. They probably do this all the time, all of them. A kiss means nothing. It was a party. You had both been drinking. It was fun. It was a nice kiss...

Just as he wished, you’d definitely be concentrating on him in his lessons now.

--

The next morning, you trudge into the kitchen. It’s 9am on a Sunday so you don’t expect anyone up yet, but as you open the kitchen door, the smell of waffles hits you in the face, and you forget momentarily what planet you’re on.

Jungkook has his back to you, but on your arrival, he turns from the stove and smiles. “Morning, sunshine.”

He’s in a black t-shirt and black jogging bottoms. You didn’t see him much at the party, or much since you stole Taehyung away from their lunch plans. You nervously approach him. “Morning, Jungkook.”

“Sit down, you can be the first to try.” He ushers you to the table where you pull up a chair. “Here.”

He places a waffle on your plate and you smile. “Thank you. How did you know, I love waffles!”

“I actually asked Taehyung.” He pushes his hair back as he takes the seat opposite you. “I’m sorry for how I was the other day. I was rude to you and it wasn’t your fault. Like at all.”

“Oh. It’s okay, I’m sorry about the lunch...I really didn’t know. The last thing I want is to move in and fuck up the dynamic..”

“You haven’t. Honestly.” He tucks into his breakfast. “I was in a bad mood that day and I took it out on you, and V.”

“Any reason for the mood?” You lift the fork to your mouth and moan. “Oh shit this is good.”

Jungkooks eyes widen slightly and he clears his throat. “Uh, just lots of little things. But mainly my grade on last week’s assignment.”

“Oh. Shit, sorry. Well if it helps, it shouldn’t mean much in terms of, you know...importance.”

“I know, it’s just. You seem to have this stuff down. Probably why I’ve been giving you the cold shoulder since then. I just can’t get this editing stuff.”

You nod slowly, swallowing your food. “Why don’t we head down to the library later and I can show you how I do it? I’m not an expert by any means but I sort of know how to-”

“Yes! I mean yes, if you’re free. I’d really love that.” He scratches his chin. “Anything really.”

“Anything?” You raise an eyebrow.

“You know, anything you’re willing to give. Like time. Your time, I mean.” He stands suddenly, you didn’t even realised he cleared his plate. “Knock for me later?”

Hobi walks in then as Jungkook heads for the door. He’s fully dressed and ready for the day as if he wasn’t doing jager shots off a girls belly button last 5 hours ago. 

“Jungkookie!” He grabs Jungkook by the cheeks and holds him there, squeezing until Jungkook pushes him off. 

“I need to go shower.” He whines.

Hobi lets him go, laughing, and grabs a waffle. “Hey, Y/N.” He smirks. “Have fun last night?”

“I did...why, what’s with that look?”

Hobi’s expression changes to confusion, and then back to con-spiritual. “What look am I giving?” He watches you carefully as you shift under his gaze. “Did you get laid last night?”

“What? No-”

“Was it Jungkookie?!”

“No! Shh!” You desperately try and fail to look nonchalant. Hobi gives up and moves towards the kitchen door with his waffle.

“Damn, whoever it was, he’s one lucky guy.” 

You look up at him expecting a playful, but he’s completely serious. He glances towards the door. “All I’m saying is if you were my girl, I’d definitely make you breakfast in the morning.”

“That’s supposed to be what? Not the bare minimum?”

Hobi laughs. “See you later, Y/N.”

--

Later that day, after helping Jungkook with his editing, he ends up helping you with your latest assignment, and you decide to get some lunch in a ramen place across the street from the library. You finish wittling off some texts to Taehyung after he let you know that he’s alive.

“This place is good, I’ve been coming here since freshman year.” Jungkook tucks into his ramen.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know about this place until now.” You add, picking up your utensils. 

Jungkook looks up at you with a toothy grin. “I’m glad I can be the first person to show you. Maybe it can become our post panic study place?”

“Yeah definitely.” You giggle, raising your glass. “To less panic studying and more ramen!”

You both cheers in agreement.

“Hey losers.” Yoongi stands at the table, holding a bowl of food. 

“Yoongi.” You blink. “What are you doing here?”

He breathes air out of his nose in amusement, quirking the corner of his mouth in a reluctant smile. “This is the best ramen spot for miles. Sorry but you can’t gate keep this one.”

“I don’t gate keep anything.” You snap back as Yoongi places his ramen on the table opposite you, shoving Jungkook further into the booth. “Besides I thought you’d be too busy with that girl in your room to leave the house today.”

“What girl?” He stares at you. “I was with hungover Taehyung in the library, going through a practice exam with him. He has mock tests this week, you know.”

You look down at your bowl, how was it he’d managed to make you feel embarrassed and guilty? 

“I know, I...forgot.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” He glances between you and Jungkook. “So what is this, a date?”

“Why, jealous?” To your surprise, Jungkook speaks up. “Have you ever been on a date Yoongs?”

“Of course, I have.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Have you ever lasted more than 3 minutes, Jungkook?”

Jungkook blushes. “Shut up, you idiot. Like you would know.”

“I would actually, the whole dorm does. You like them noisy huh, just like me.”

You don’t know what’s happening, but there’s a weird tension in the air. A stare-off happening right in front of you. You hold your breath. Yoongi breaks the eye contact first to look at you.

“Good ramen, right?”

“Yeah, I was just telling Jungkook I’d never been.”

“It’s our place now.” Jungkook smirks.

“Cute.” Yoongi doesn’t take his eyes off you. “Well I hope you don’t mind if I crash.”

“Not at all.” You shrug.

--

Lunch didn’t stay weird for long, and afterwards Yoongi stays behind to get some takeaway for later, so you and Jungkook head home. On the walk back, there’s silence for a few minutes before you break it.

“So it got weird for a minute there.”

“Did it?” Jungkook glances at you, swinging his bag.

“When Yoongi was talking about girls. It got me thinking...did you two used to...like be into the same girl?”

“Me and Yoongi?” Jungkook laughs, though his heart is not in it. “Not really, no. Why?”

“Oh, it just seemed that there was an underlying tension there. I like to try and read people.”

“Really.” Jungkook looks at you, almost walking backwards. “So read me.”

“Well, I can’t just-”

“What am I thinking right now?”

“You’re...” You stare at him, hard. He is really handsome. He seems to look happier the more you stare, so you stare until his smile becomes too much. “You’re thinking about something...you want to tell me about.”

“Nice try.” He laughs loudly, falling back into step with you. “Actually, there is something.”

“There is?”

“I asked Jin if he wants to drive us to the beach next weekend, could be fun. Anyway he said yeah, we’re thinking of hiring a car big enough. Maybe even camp. What do you think?”

“That sounds SO fun! I’m in!”

“Great!” Jungkook grins. “So, I guess you can read me.”

“Cool.” You strike a thinkers pose. “Just need to work on the rest of you boys and then I’ll have you all under my control.”

“Oh yeah?” He bumps your arm with his, his lips hover near your ear as he adds. “Can’t wait.”

---

END OF PART 2

Okay! Thanks for reading. I know it’s a slow burn but I’m having fun establishing the relationships. Let me know suggestions of moments you want to happen! Road trip next chapter ;)

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living with bangtan

when you’re the last one to move into the dorm with namjoon, jin, yoongi, hobi, jimin, taehyung and jungkook, they had their bets on what unlucky soul would have to share the space with them, but they never imagined it would be...you. 

slowburn, s2l, f2l,  fluff, smut, bts are obsessed with you <3 right now it’s bts x reader (haven’t fully decided on the main love interest, maybe whichever ship is the most popular with you guys!!!) 

PART 1

The ride to campus took an entire day, but the rain pattering on the window the whole way made up for it. It was evening by the time you reached your accommodation. It was the start of your second year at college, and you were ready to actually try and socialise this time.

The best years of your life! The phrase your elder relatives would force on you. At this point you just wanted to get through the last two years being able to call them not entirely the worst years of your life!

The ground floor of the building was almost like a small study area. The sun had gone down and the warm yellow glow of the room attacked you as you pushed wet hair from your forehead. 

“221″ You murmur, fingering the gold key in your hand. Being a freshman was so much easier, this time you were all alone, no college rep or reluctant parent to help you. 

“Oh, did you say 221?” The one guy sitting down here looked up, flicking his dark hair out of his eye. He wore a black and white striped top, a few necklaces hung beneath his friendly, boxy smile.

“Yeah, I- don’t really-”

“That’s on my floor.” He stands, quickly closing his laptop and gathering his paper and pen.

“Oh! No, please don’t. I can find it on my own...eventually.”

“It’s no trouble. I was done here anyway.” He smiles shortly, tossing a coffee cup in the bin.

“Thank you. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Ah, nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Taehyung. But you can call me V.” Distracting you with a peace sign, and ducking down to lift your suitcase.

“I’ve got it, seriously!” You paw his hand off for it.

“Fine, I’ve got this then.” He swoops down to pick up your box of things. “Wow, a record player!”

“Oh, yeah. That was my first purchase with my student loan.” You hold open the door to the stairs for him.

“I see you take your education seriously.” He jokes.

You laugh at his confidence. “I actually do. I just...never had that kind of money before in one hit, you know.”

“I’ll watch out for you then. God I hope you’re never in charge of funds for a group project.”

“Okay, enough!” You step into the elevator, scoffing. He puts down the box and presses the button to take you to your floor.

“So what are you taking?”

“Film and TV production.” You answer. “You?”

“Oh cool! We have another one of those on our floor. I’m taking Geography. Yours sounds way more fun.”

The elevator shudders and the two of you shuffle out into a hallway. 

“Be careful with the d-”

So your door has a tendency to swing open and bang into the wall, which explains the chipped paint everywhere. At least now you know.

“...door.” Taehyung smirks. 

The door beside your own swings open, a large hand catching it before it smashes into the wall. “I see the newbie is here! Well, I hear them actually. Oh!”

A tall, broad shouldered, hunk of a man in white, stands in the doorway.

“I’m so sorry!” You gasp. “V told me about the door, 3 seconds too late.”

The guy chuckles, sending a loaded glance to Taehyung. “Your name is...?”

“Y/N.” You sigh, kicking a box to wedge the door open. 

“I’m your neighbour Jin-Hyung.”

“So, Jin, I’m a big fan of the look.” You gesture to the red bows pinned to his hair. V snorts.

“Oh, right, I forgot I had these on.” He tugs at them. “I was face-timing my niece when you so rudely interrupted. She’s 8, and just worked out how to use Amazon.”

“Can she style me next?” Taehyung grins, earning a slap to the ear from Jin.

“Thanks guys for the welcome, but I have my first class tomorrow and it’s over in the new building so I should really get some rest.”

“Oh Jin, is Yoongi in?” Tae points down the hall.

“He’s not. Why?”

“Ah, don’t worry.” V looks at you, pulling the door to your room. “I’ll deal with the door.” He winks. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The next morning, after grabbing something from your suitcase to wear, you open the door and start toward the elevator. 

“Hey.” Taehyung yawns, trudging down the hallway. “My class is in the new building too. I’ll walk with you.”

He looks nothing like the studious night owl you met yesterday.

“Not a morning person, huh?”

“Don’t be mean.” He narrows his eyes, looking you up and down. “And you are?”

“I actually do a lot better than this, usually. I wasn’t as prepared as usual.”

“Uhuh.” He smirks, stabbing the elevator button. “God why can’t we have the afternoon classes?”

“Sucks to be you, most of mine are.” You grin, stepping out into the sunshine.

“Shit, I thought we could share the pain together.” 

“I’ll let you know once assignments start.”

“And, here is your class.” V walks you to a greyish green door, looking in on the early contenders.

“Thanks, where’s yours?”

“Upstairs...somewhere.” His eyes dart elsewhere, looking for someone. “Ah, there he is. Yoongi!”

A guy with blonde messy hair dressed all on black pushes himself off the wall. He stalks over, giving V a screw face. “Why are you shouting at this time?”

“Where were you last night huh?” Tae puts him in a headlock, mussing his hair up even more.

“Ah, get off my dick.” Yoongi pushes him off. “This your new girlfriend?”

“New dorm mate, actually.” You stare at him.

Tae’s eyes flicker to you calmly whilst Yoongi’s eyebrows launch off his forehead. “No way, you’re the last one?”

“Where’s Jungkook?” Tae asks quickly before you can say anything. 

“Getting me a coffee. And him too, I guess.” Yoongi shrugs, turning back to you. “So did they-”

“Alright, I gotta go. Look after her yeah?” With that, V turns and quickly walks to the exit, avoiding your gaze.

“I thought he had a class in here.” You cock your head with a puzzled expression.

Yoongi scoffs. “This building is for Film and TV only. You’re really not one for reading the terms and conditions are you?”

“What do you mean?” You turn to him softly, acutely aware of how Tae just left you with this random person.

Yoongi softens his expression, as if he now only just realised why Taehyung wants him to look after you. “You’re the only girl in our dorm, you knew that right?”

--

Being one of the early birds had its perks when it came to seating. You sat down next to Yoongi and shortly after a boy in a grey sweatshirt came striding in, two coffee cups in his hands. He passed one to Yoongi, taking a seat beside you. Yoongi watched him, taking the cup and smirk. “Hey, Jungkook, guess who I just met.”

Jungkook’s eyes dart back and forth between you and Yoongi, he doesn’t guess.

“Hi.”You smile, starting to enjoy the surprise on everyone’s faces. “I’’m Y/N. The last one.”

Jungkooks eyes continue to dart for a few seconds before he realises, they widen briefly and his part and close like a fish. “You moved into 221 last night?”

“Yeah.” Your face falls for a second. “It’s not haunted or anything right?”

“No!” Jungkook chuckles. “It’s just we all moved in pretty early, we had bets on who the last person would be. None of us had bets on them being...well, you.”

“Me? A girl?” You blink.

Jungkook hides a smirk. “Yeah, a-a girl.” He gasps. “Oh no, I would’ve got you a coffee too, if I’d known. Here have mine.” He slides his cup down to you.

“It’s fine, I’m doing better at the whole morning person thing lately. Without the caffeine.”

“Still.” He shrugs. “It’s mocha. It’s nice.” He meets your gaze.

“Well, we’re about to share our living space.” You close your fingers around the cup, brushing his as you do so. “Might as well share a coffee.”

Jungkook blushes slightly but doesn’t break eye contact. Yoongi whistles lowly and you’re about to glare at him, when you see he’s not looking at you two.

“Check out this big shot!” He beams, at an alarmingly normal volume. 

You follow his almost proud stare to the guest lecturer currently making their way up to the podium. “Oh yeah, him I did read about!” You nudge Yoongi. “Kim Namjoon. He’s here this year to talk about women in film, I have so many questions for him.”

You watch as the young man in the brown tweed blazer shuffles his papers, neatly ordering his highlighters on the stand. “I mean I guess you guys could’ve gotten this guy as your roommate.” You chuckle.

Yoongi shares a smirk with Jungkook. “You wanna tell her or should I?”

--

“Sorry I just can’t get over that I’m sharing a dorm with Kim Namjoon. Is that even allowed?” You sit opposite Yoongi in a sandwhich cafe on campus, after leaving the lecture, your dormmate Jungkook caught up with your OTHER dormmate Namjoon and the two of them headed off to do something, leaving you to have lunch with your new classmate AND household member, Yoongi.

“It’s allowed.” Yoongi laughs, biting into a baguette. “It’s not technically a student house, and he’s not technically a professor.”

“It’s just...it feels ILLEGAL. Am I allowed to ask him my essay questions at home?!”

“It’s not illegal, but...” Yoongi pauses to take in your face of awe. “Jeez, the guy’s not famous. He still pours his cereal like the rest of us.”

“First of all, it better be cereal first, and what is that logic? Second of all, this is just NOT what I had planned for my second year at college.”

Yoongi leans across the table. “And what did you have planned?”

You lean across to match him. “Not whatever it was you were doing last night.”

--

That night, you’re sitting in the shared living space with your laptop open, trying to make sense of the garbled notes you took this morning whilst processing everything that was going on. It’s then that you understand why V studies in the downstairs lobby, the high pitched songbird performing an erotic number in Yoongi’s room at the moment was highly distracting.

You’re about to bring your laptop downstairs when Namjoon walks in.

“Oh, hi, we haven’t properly met.” He walks over to you. “I’m Namjoon. I hope you’re finding things...” He side-eyes the bedrooms. “Comfortable?”

“I was- I mean I am! I’m Y/N. I, yeah, I was just trying to sort out my notes from this morning.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry if I spoke to fast, it was my first lecture.” He takes a seat at the table. “I can help you...make sense of it, if you like?”

You swallow the saliva that had gathered in your throat after watching his arm pull up the chair. “You were great! Really good. I just was a bit...distracted.” 

“No worries.” He blushes, spinning your laptop.

“Oh.” Now it’s your turn to blush, what would he think of your messy notes?

“Wow, yeah you were distracted.” He smiles. “Can I ask what was happening back there in the 7th row?”

You blink. “Uh, you saw me?”

“I saw the boys and then I saw you.” He holds your stare. “I guess I’ll do better at holding your attention next time.”

You feel your heartbeat even faster and your actually glad for the smack of someones bedroom slamming into the wall nearby. You both turn as Yoongi saunters into the kitchen, an empty water bottle in his hand. He stops in his tracks, running a hand through his sex hair.

“Oh, you guys met.”

“I would have introduced myself earlier, but Jungkook rushed me off. Sorry.” Namjoon is smiling at you again and you almost slip off the plastic chair. 

Yoongi is still standing in the room, clutching his empty bottle. “Are you studying together? Isn’t that conflict of interest?”

Namjoon laughs. “Like I didn’t add your name to the sign up sheet 2 weeks past the deadline?”

Yoongi grins at him, walking past to fill up his water bottle at the sink. “I dunno, some might say this little get together right here is...illegal.” He sends you a playful look.

“Some might accuse you of what you’re doing in there as illegal.” You gesture to his bedroom, where he’s no doubt left a very dehydrated girl awaiting his return.

“Oh angel, you have no idea.” He flips the now full bottle and goes back the way he came, but not before shooting you a wink.

You roll your eyes and turn back to Namjoon. “Where were we?”

He chuckles, looking down at the computer.

--

“So how’s your first few weeks been?” Taehyung asks you as you sit crossed legged on the grass outside the food hall. You and Taehyung had become the closest so far, not so surprisingly when he was the one that always seemed to be around. 

“Better than I expected, seen as I was put into a dorm with 7 guys.” You laugh at the chaos that has been the first week. “Speaking of, I still haven’t met Jimin and...Hobi?”

“Yep.” He twirls ramen around his chopsticks. “They’re back from their dance competition this weekend.”

“And, Yoongi, god. How do you guys stand him? How do you LIVE with him?!”

“How do we live with him.” Tae corrects. “He’s nice when you get to know him. He looks after me. He looks after the ladies pretty well too.”

You gag. “Now I know why you study on the first floor.”

“It’s not just Yoongi that brings home the opera singers you know.” He sends you a mysterious look. “At least it wasn’t him that night.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to know.”

“You just don’t wanna know if it’s your precious Namjoon that’s also a lady killer.”

“Yoongi told you about my momentary fangirl moment then.” You sigh.

Taehyung watches you and smiles. “You know he loves winding you up.”

You pretend to go back to eating, but curiosity gets the better of you. “So...who else was fucking at 5pm on a Sunday evening?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” V smirks. “Whoever it was, I’m just glad I was there to welcome you into our nut house.”

“Don’t call it that again, please.”

He winces playfully. “But Y/N.” He turns serious. “I really do hope you’re comfortable here. We are really all nice guys.”

“That’s what a nice guy would say.” You narrow your eyes.

“True.” He slaps his knee. “Damn I need a new tactic.”

You laugh, throwing a bread crust at him. He retaliates by squirting you with water.

“Taehyung!” You squeal, jumping up. He watches your eyes move towards your own bottle and is faster than you, he grabs it and throws it off towards the bushes.

“You’re an asshole.” You choke between laughter, stomping off to go and get it.

Someone gets there first. You watch as they stoop down and pick it up, before walking over to the two of you. It’s Jungkook, his long hair is parted down the middle, another light sweatshirt hiding his figure. 

“Hey! Jungkook!” You beam, but he passes you the bottle and walks towards Taehyung.

“You said we were getting lunch. I waited at the cafe for half an hour.”

Your smile disappears as V jumps up. “Oh shit, I’m sorry man. I completely forgot. I met Y/N outside the building and we just-”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Just let me know next time yeah?” He turns and glances at you before walking off toward the path.

“Oh no.” You sit down slowly on top of the makeshift blanket you made out of yours and V’s hoodies. 

“Don’t worry, it’s my fault.” V shakes his head. “I’m a terrible friend.” He dramatically lays back on the grass for a few seconds before sitting up straight. “Let’s go buy that emo some cake.”

“Cake?” You tuck some hair behind your ear that keeps blowing out of place.

“Yeah, apology cake.” Tae jumps up and holds out a hand for you to take. When he pulls you up, a thumb brushes over yours. “Don’t worry though, okay? He’s pissed at me, not you.”

You smile softly, but the way Jungkook looked at you just now, made you wonder if he was wrong.

--

Jungkook didn’t come home that night, so the spongecake sits in the kitchen, awaiting his return. Taehyung had sent him texts, which he had replied to, in a way that Taehyung deemed ‘normal for him’. You also texted Jungkook, but the responses you got seemed blunt, and slightly annoyed.

You were staring at the messages after getting out of the shower, when a new one popped up above from Jin.

neighbourjin: i’m bored

you: hi bored, i’m y/n!

You laugh evilly at your dad joke, which earns a smack on your shared wall.

neighbourjin: stop laughing at your own joke and come play mario with me

It was something you had gotten into the habit of doing lately. Whilst, V had been a constant comfort of having someone to eat lunch with, walk between classes with, Jin had felt the emotions that came over you at night through the shared wall of your rooms. The sudden loneliness and social anxiety that had battled against you since the start of freshman year. You had refused to show anyone that side you this year, as you believe it must have been the reason you couldn’t hold a friend group before.

You don’t know if Jin had the same feelings, but you hoped you brought him the distraction and comfort he was bringing to you right now.

After playing Mario and beating him 5 times in a row, you looked up at him and poked the redness of his cheeks that only came from losing to you.

“You’re pretty when you lose.”

He turns to you with a horrified expression. “You’re a liar when you’re tired.”

“Tired from all the winning.” You kick back, lifting your legs up on his bed.

“You should get some rest.” He glances over your frame. “Jimin and Hobi are back this weekend and no doubt they’ll wanna pull an all nighter.”

“I can’t wait to meet them.” You sit up and stretch. Jin looks away from you in your white vest and shorts. “Goodnight Jin.” You lean over and hug him, smelling his soft suncream smell. 

“Goodnight, Y/N. Now go so I can practice some more.”

“Haha, you’ll never beat me!” You skip towards the door. You look once more back at him, and he winks at you in a friendly manner.

In his stretched white t-shirt and baggy shorts, you considered risking it all right there and then.

But no, you close the door and went back to your room. You couldn’t deny you had already been looking at your room mates a little too closely already, but that was one rule you had made with yourself. 

Getting with a room mate would be ultra messy. Especially, ones like them.

END OF PART 1

hope you guys like, jimin and hobi in the next part!! which ship is your fav so far??

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rosé is coming

like or @imsfakins

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Make him pay.

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he looks so good in his fit I need a moment

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jimin & jungkook 211122 vlive

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help

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Do you have a masterlist?

i only have 2 parts of the jk fic out at the mo! i’ll make one soon!

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black women + colourful hair

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*makes personal post and deletes it within ten minutes* ah yes this will help me

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Eldest daughters rb this and tag with where your parents stand birth order wise amongst their own siblings

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