#somehow. does not involve the frosh

[zeevbuium]

first cheating scandal happened

[eat-a-mint-jungkook]

Key to your heart

3.6k college!AU of you and Yoongi being sarcastic af to each other but also kissing 

or

One year later and you still haven’t quite figured out who this Yoongi guy is, and where your relationship with him stands. (Sequel to Don’t forget your keys)

A/N: @coifn Thanks for the request and I hope you like it! [More notes at the end]

*RA stands for residence assistant or residence advisor

“So you’re going to be a RA* this year?”

You shrug, grabbing your wallet and keys and stuffing them in your bag. “It’s just so that I don’t have to go through with finding housing and all that this year. Easier to just stay on residence, you know?”

The extreme heat of the dying summer has you breaking into a sweat after carrying the boxes of stuff into what will be your room for the next eight months of university. It’s the same residence as last year—only this time you’ve been blessed with having your own room. Your ex-roommate, Eunmi, and her boyfriend, Taehyung, have moved out for your second year, and as much as you’d miss seeing her so often, you were extremely glad that you’d finally be able to have your own space.

There’d be no messes on the floor and nothing that could potentially trip anyone.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you say, ushering the two of them out of the room before turning to lock the door. “Let’s go.”

“Oh yeah, what happened to you and Yoongi?”

That startles you for a second. “What—who?”

Min Yoongi. The blond asshole with the lifeless skin and permanent smirk on his lips and eyebrows too dark to match with his platinum blond bangs.

“Wait you’re dating Yoongi? Like, the Min Yoongi?” Taehyung stops dead in his steps.

“Why? What’s up with him?” You frown. “What, is he famous or something?”

“He's—”

“No, but like, you know,” Eunmi cuts her boyfriend off, “after that time, we were just wondering what happened to you guys. Haven’t seen you together or anything.”

To be honest, you weren’t completely sure of the nature of your relationship either. After that incident last year, you’d been torn between wanting to avoid him forever and wanting to see him more often. It was an odd feeling—like he really was an old friend that you wanted to tell everything to, despite not knowing each other any more than strangers did, yet wanting to hate him for causing you all this grief for the rest of your first year in university.

Friendship would be too tight of a term to define such a loose relationship, and acquaintances didn’t seem right either. Perhaps rivals would be a better term.

Eunmi gasps. “Wait, don’t tell me you guys are ‘eff-double U- bee’.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Friends with benefits,” Taehyung whispers a little too loudly.

You nearly choke on your spit. “W-what?!”

“It’s totally cool,” she nods enthusiastically, “we won’t judge.”

“No, no you’ve got it wrong. I don’t even like the guy. He’s a total asshole.”

“Seriously?” Eunmi lowers her sunglasses and peers at you. “Well he sure seems like he’s into you. Isn’t he, Tae?”

Taehyung nods, “Yeah, Min Yoongi doesn’t even like people. Like, ever. But you seem to be the exception.”

“Wait, Taehyung, how do you even know him?”

He simply shrugs at that and it ends this strange conversation.

Maybe that should’ve been a sign that you’d run into him again. Despite the way you guys texted occasionally—though you were never the one to start the conversations; you made sure of that—you hadn’t planned on ever seeing Yoongi so soon in this new school year. Or maybe ever.

With orientations and move-ins going on during the week before school started, there were bound to be numerous parties occurring in the apartment-style rooms. A first year named Jungkook had invited Taehyung, which meant he was taking his girlfriend, and that ultimately meant that Eunmi was going to bring you along too.

Putting on one of your fancier outfits, you rush out of your room and find yourself dragged by the arm latched onto yours. The party is loud and you could hear the faint bass of the music vibrating against the hallway walls, and it makes you wonder if this is the kind of stuff you’re supposed to be reprimanding first years for, as a RA.

There’s food and there’s alcohol, loud music and all too many people crowded in their living room. There are squeals and booming voices and too much body heat pressing into the already burning summer air. It’s not ideal, but you figure that recognizing what kinds of parties need to be stopped would help you with your job very soon.

“Oh, you must be Y/N!” A boy with large doe eyes shows up beside you at the food table. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Jungkook.”

“Ah, so you’re Jungkook.” How he knows your name, you may never know. “Um, thanks for inviting me… I guess.”

“It’s no problem; you can join us anytime.” There’s a bright smile on his face and he awkwardly chuckles. “You live on this floor too, right?”

“Yeah, I’m in that RA room at the end of the hall…”

That’s when you spot him from across the room.

He makes his way over to where you stand, and with the raising of one eyebrow in Jungkook’s direction, the poor first year is slowly slinking away from you.

You almost wanted to go after him.

“Funny running into you here.” His eyes twinkle as they meet yours and you don’t even have to look at him to know there’s a smirk on his face again. He passes you a drink. “I’ve actually missed seeing you around.”

“Sorry, I can’t exactly say the same.”

“Why does your shirt have so many pockets?” Yoongi sips his drink while giving you a glance-over. “So you can store your backup keys?”

You stifle a groan. It’s high fashion, dumbass. “It’s been a year and we’re still not over this?” Shooting him a glare, you self-consciously cross your arms. “And yes, they’re to store all my keys… keys to your heart.”

“Ouch, I almost felt something from that.” He clutches at his chest dramatically. “But the last time I checked, you didn’t have them with you.”

“Hey you know what? Why don’t we head back to my room?”

“For what?” He narrows his eyes in suspicion and you internally chastise yourself for thinking he’d be one of those guys who would agree without hesitation.

“So I can finally bust your ass for being in this building without permission.”

He laughs loudly at that, eyes closing and head thrown back. “Ah, you’re so cute. I do live here, you know.”

You sigh, ignoring the first part of his sentence completely, “Are we still arguing about this?”

“I don’t know. You were pretty persistent about that last year.” Yoongi’s signature smirk is pasted back on his lips. “Well, Y/N, it was nice seeing you again, and I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other soon.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugs, “You’ll see.”

Frosh week. That’s what he meant.

Being a RA meant you not only had to participate in residence bonding activities with the rest of your floor during frosh week, but you had to lead them through these games. That meant everything from the lame ice breakers to the obstacle course challenges, and the crazy dares and bets.

“So today’s team bonding activity involves competing with another floor. Whichever team gets the most points will win…” you pause to squint at the instruction sheet you were given, “…extra guest sign-in passes.”

It’s hot outside and despite the small patch of shade that you’ve managed to steal a seat from, you’d much rather not be here. Your memories of last year’s bonding activities weren’t too great, and if it wasn’t for Eunmi’s constant sarcastic remarks chirping beside you, you’re not sure how you’d have survived.

A round of cheers sounds from your fifth floor team, and they nearly drown out the sound of the approaching team—probably the fourth floor, from what your instructions told you.

“We’ll be competing against the fourth floor today, and the residence council member, Seokjin, will be the judge.”

A tall and fairly handsome guy stepped up to the front of the field. “It’s nice to meet everyone today. I’m Seokjin, a fifth year student who should be graduating soon.” He flashes a smile at the audience crammed under the shadow of the tree. “Well since the fourth floor is here now, why don’t we get the RAs to introduce themselves?”

And that’s when you notice him for the second time this week.

Pale skin and a body that you’d almost call scrawny, the blond asshole, who’s no longer blond, walks to the front of the field. His hair is jet black now, bangs now the same shade as those sharp, dark eyes, and probably the colour of his soul as well.

“I’m Yoongi,” he drawls lazily, “fourth year sound engineering. Been a Residence Assistant here for way too long and my floor wins every year, so you all better work hard today.” Then somehow, his eyes find their way to yours and stay there, fixed. “Those free guest check-in passes will do you well because if you sneak someone in, I will catch you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

Min Yoongi. RA of this building. RA last year, when he saw you trying to get into the building. RA when he watched you forget your keys all too many times and when he teased you and when you probably insulted him back. RA when you showed him your room and when he tripped and when—

“Y/N?” Seokjin’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you look up to see Yoongi’s gaze still on you intently.

“Um, yeah, so I’m Y/N, second year undeclared major. And, uh, I decided to be a RA to try something new.”

“Great! So today your teams will be competing for free guest check-in passes for the whole floor. We’ll start off with ice breakers within your teams so that you can get to know each other better first. Then we’ll move on to the real competition.” Seokjin exclaims, waving his arms around. “Okay, let’s go!”

As you slowly follow the rest of your team to the bigger field, a pair of footsteps fall in time with yours.

“So, I told you we’d be seeing each other again soon.”

It was still difficult to process. You think back to when Eunmi and Taehyung were asking you about him earlier this week, and how they both seemed to know things about Yoongi when you hadn’t exactly revealed anything. Taehyung had seemed to imply Yoongi was famous or something, which would make sense because you’re technically supposed to know the RAs of your building… and Yoongi had known the building’s rules quite well.

But then there was that incident last year that you remember all too clearly. When he tripped over your roommate’s stuff and fell onto you…

“Ah, sorry. I just, uh, didn’t think these residence beds would be this soft.” His eyes flicker away from yours as he starts shifting away uncomfortably.

“What do you mean, isn’t your bed the same?”

He freezes where he is, staring back at you.

“Are you saying that you don’t actually live here?” You creep a little closer to him, scrutinizing him carefully. “Are you saying that you don’t live on campus residence at all?”

He looks away, mouth settling into a scowl.

“Min Yoongi! That’s a hundred dollars for being caught—”

“Hello? Y/N?” A hand appears in your field of view. “What are you daydreaming about?”

“Not you, that’s for sure,” you mutter under your breath.

He chuckles, “Glad it’s mutual then. Come on, let’s go watch your team lose.”

Asshole.

You settle in under a tree, finally sitting after half a day of going through all of the those ice breakers. It was a small patch of shade, the sunlight flickering through the shadow of the sparse leaves every time the wind rustles. Maybe that’s why you didn’t expect it when he sits down right beside you, the entire side of his body pressed against yours.  

“Come on guys! Are you not going to participate at all?” Seokjin comes back from cheering the two teams on with what looked like flashlights in his hands, and sits down in the shad, forcibly squeezing between the two of you.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Yoongi’s previous smile turn into an immediate scowl. “Why should we have to participate in this? We’ve already done the ice breakers. Besides, we don’t even have another person on our teams to pair up with.”

“Oh come on, you’re so boring.” Seokjin waves the flashlights some more. “Head to knee!” He shouts at the two lines of first years standing across from each other. “You guys should pair up with each other and just join the challenge for fun.”

“Fun,” Yoongi snorts. “Yes, because touching random body parts is fun.”

“Hand to shoulder!” Seokjin screeches again. “Oh no! You two on the right—” He waved his arms wildly, gesturing to those he was addressing, “You’re eliminated!” Then he turns back to Yoongi. “Come on, get up and go, you two, council member’s orders.”

Grudgingly, Yoongi gets up and actually heads over to where the students were. You follow him to your position across from him, and you see the focused look in his eye when he stares back at you, his lips pressed tightly and clearly showing how unamused he was.

“Foot to foot!”

Yoongi was oddly competitive. You can see the way he zones in on Seokjin’s every word, attempting to run as fast as possible the moment he hears the next mission. You definitely expected it though, with how you remember arguing stubbornly with him all too much.

“Hand to cheek!”

The game shouldn’t have been too difficult—all you need to do is be fast at matching your pose to whatever was being shouted. But as the challenges gradually got stranger and stranger, you start having second thoughts about why you’re even doing this, especially if it’s with him.

This one left the two of you standing in the field, seemingly cupping each other’s cheeks. When Yoongi’s eyes met yours, the gesture seemed more intimate than you’d care to admit, and what’s odder was the briefest flutter you felt when he slowly dropped his gaze. It shouldn’t be there, not after all happened last year.

More and more pairs got eliminated, and that only made you more determined to stay in the game—despite how you and Yoongi entered late and that it wouldn’t count towards your team’s points anyway.

“Lip to lip!”

There was just the briefest second of hesitation that barely registered before the two of you were practically kissing, lips melded against lips, hands caressing jaws to ensure it was done properly and that there would be no chance of elimination.

No, it wasn’t a proper kiss. Your eyes weren’t closed and your mouths weren’t even that close with only the corners fully touching. It was nowhere as real as last year’s so there was really no reason for your heart to hammer against your chest or for your skin to heat up even more than under the burn of the sun.

But as you stayed frozen in position waiting for Seokjin to announce who’s being eliminated this round, Yoongi shifted slightly. The tilting of his head carefully pressed his lips even closer to yours, and one of his hands wrapped around your waist so that you wouldn’t be struggling on your tippy-toes the whole time.

Just as the world starts to disappear, a loud laugh makes you jump apart. You quickly turn to see Seokjin bouncing around with the flashlights in his hands.

“Congratulations! There’s no elimination this round because you guys were the only pair left anyway. Ten points to Gryffindor!”

If you’d thought Yoongi was bad, this Seokjin guy was at least a hundred times worse.

Your evening shift for signing guests in overlapped with Yoongi’s, and by this point, you weren’t even surprised that the universe kept deciding to do this. At least there wouldn’t be Seokjin here to make a mess of things, you think.

“Here, just fill out this form please,” you say for the thousandth time, pasting another smile on your face. Then you look up and realize who it was. “Oh, hey Jungkook.”

“Hi, Y/N.” He ducks down and doesn’t meet your eyes as he stares at the form all too intently. The guest behind him is one of his friends you met last week at their party—Jimin? “Um, my roommates are having another party tonight so if you’re free later, stop by?”

“Mhm,” you take the form from him, passing his friend a guest wristband. “Thanks for the invite; I’ll consider.”

“What kind of first year invites his RAs over to his party?” Yoongi mutters under his breath after the two of them leave. “Anyway, our shift is over. Do you want to go grab something to eat?”

“Hmm do you think Jungkook’s place will have food?”

He groans at your words, rubbing his eyes. “You really want to hang out with first years?”

“You want me to hang out with a fourth year instead?”

“Fine.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Okay, just let me put all this stuff away first and then we’ll go.”

“Oh, so you’re coming with me.” You raise an eyebrow.

He doesn’t answer, packing up the notebooks speedily and standing up even before you could grab your keys and phone off the table.

The elevator ride up is silent and Yoongi has a pissed off expression on his face, lips pressed tightly, arms crossed, and blank gaze staring at the numbers that changed all too slowly. When he finally notices you staring, he shoots you a dull look accompanied with a scoff, but when he turns away, you don’t fail to notice the way he has to bite down to stop the sides of his mouth from lifting at the corners.

His room is all too clean and perfectly organized already despite just having moved in as well. It’s emptier than yours yet looks personalized at the same time with his notebooks and laptop on the desk, and bag in the corner.

As he busies himself with organizing the pile on his desk, you set your stuff down to notice the window and the faint glow of streetlights and brightly lit homes in the distance streaming in. It was a better view than your room for sure, which faced another ugly residence building so the most you could see was another first year working hard on a project or something.

“Man, do you ever just feel like a parent that just tucked their kids in bed?” You sit down on the edge of his bed and it sinks just a little, like plush or foam underneath you. “Whoa…”

That catches Yoongi’s attention and he laughs, “What did I tell you? RA rooms get much nicer beds than the ones you first years have.”

“I didn’t know you—” And then it all clicks in your head.

Last year, when he fell on your bed. His surprised expression at how soft the mattress was. It’s not that he didn’t live here, but that he was a RA the entire time and never experienced the hardships of first years.

“Oh,” you mutter. “Yeah, um, I had a memory foam mattress topper thing last year.”

“Sheesh and you thought I, your RA, didn’t live here.”

You ignore his comment, stretching yourself out. “This is still so much comfier. Can’t I just stay here?”

When you don’t get an answer, you turn to see his calculating eyes watching you, with a frown on his lips. There was no overly sarcastic remark or another sassy response like you’d been expecting.

Instead, Yoongi picks up your keys from where you left them on the table. “Hmm, then I guess you won’t need these anymore.”

“What?”

His frown deepens into something like that permanent scowl you’ve seen too often, yet it still looks somewhat different. Softer at the edges. “You can’t forget your keys anymore.”

You snort. “Well, clearly. Thank you, Mr. I’m-the-strictest-RA-who-will-catch-you—hey speaking of that, you never even charged me for that time last year—”

“—because you already have them.” He sets your keychain back onto the desk and crosses the room in a few steps.

“What do you mean? I clearly didn’t have—”

He sinks onto the bed beside you. “Remember what those pockets on your shirt were for?”

“So I can put my backup keys…oh.”

They’re to store all my keys… keys to your heart.

Time seems to slow when he gradually leans closer to you, the usual intense gaze still there but it’s muddled with something else. Those dark eyes watch yours, staring until there’s just a mere centimetre between you, until you’re drowning in the sheets that linger of fresh laundry and a light shampoo. 

“They’re all yours.”

Then eyes close and the world spins and time stops entirely as thoughts jumble and it’s simply ironic how it’s different yet again when everything feels all too familiar. Supple lips and the gentle brush of fingertips across skin, and hair even softer than before.

And you don’t suppress the small flutters in your chest this time, not caging them in anymore, not when you have the keys now.

Then there’s the sound of something hitting the door—not quite a knock but more of a soft thud. It makes the two of you freeze, pausing to listen for any other signs of movement because as RAs, you’re technically supposed to open the door—

“Ow…”

“Yah, Jungkook, you idiot, there’s no way they didn’t hear that!”

“That kind of sounded like Taehyung.” Yoongi only chuckles softly by your ear, not making any movements to get up. “Wait, he doesn’t live here, right?”

You feel a grin creep up your face. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Hey, let’s just charge them, shall we?”

Part 1: Don’t forget your keys

Additional notes:

@coifn​ Thanks for requesting! I actually haven’t written you x member fics in so long and so I had fun writing this haha I never thought about doing a sequel because like …??? what would it even be about? But well this came up and holy it’s so much longer than I expected I HOPE YOU LIKED IT~

@baeked-yeol​ Thank you for brainstorming with me omg BEST IDEAS EVER man YOU CAN REQUEST ANYTHING, I’LL WRITE IT ALL FOR YA

@ohhotjongdayuuum​ THOUGHT YOU’D WANT TO READ BC YOU REQUESTED THE ORIGINAL!! yES THE SEQUEL IS OUT