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It was 2AM. The dizziness had already set in Jungkook's head, and it steadily pulsed through his entire body. It had been a long trip back to Korea, maybe shots of tequila and God knows how many beers had not been the best idea for a welcome party. Maybe he should have just told Tae he was coming back early, and gone with him to a barbecue place. Instead, he had managed to arrive just in time for happy hour in Yoongi’s bar, and there’s really nothing better than watching Jin slowly but shorty lose his “i-can-drink-more-than-you,-you-brat” bet. But now, after 3 weeks away building his skills, taking killer pictures (thank you very much), and making an awesome travel log exploring Curaçao, he really just wanted to pass out on his comfy luxurious bed and wake up in a week.
Swaying like a bee, Jungkook squeals victoriously when he finally manages to open his apartment door. “Suck on that, Min Yoongi. Not able to go home alone my ass”, he babbles while subsequently hitting himself with the couch and almost falling face first unto the hardwood floor. He struggles a little more here and there, suddenly panicking about the whereabouts of his luggage, heart almost jumping out of his body, eyes going wide, thinking about his precious camera equipment, until his muddied mind remembers Yoongi confiscated it all. He then laughs to himself, relieved, and confidently opens the door to his room, taking off his clothes without bothering to turn on the light.
Yet he crawled into his bed just to feel a large, hard object collide with him. Jungkook grunted and moved the object until there was enough space for him (well more like the object moved by itself, but whatever, he just wanted to sleep).
“Mmm”, he suddenly heard.
Jungkook’s body froze for a second, but quickly relaxed again into his bed sheets again, annoyance now permeating his drunken mind. Of course his roommate was sleeping in his bed. Taehyung had probably been using his expensive king size bed, paired with pricey sheets and goose feather pillows, all month long. He decided he was going to give Taehyung a piece of his mind in the morning, but since he was already there, and Jungkook wasn’t one to reject cuddling, he went ahead and snuggled close to the sleeping lump. A tiny agitated sound escaped the other boy’s mouth and Jungkook thought that Taehyung had gotten cuter while he had been gone.
“Shh, it’s just me, I’m back, go back to sleep,” he said while raking his hand on the other’s hair, and consequently smelling a delicious scent of fresh ,green apples coming off of it.
He must be really drunk because what the hell -Taehyung is not cute, nor does he smell delicious-. He decided to confront his alarming weird thoughts in the morning, and just like that he was dead to the world.
Jimin felt hot. He felt as if he was suffocating under a large heater. He tried to move away from the source of the scorching heat, but it was just too heavy. He opened his eyes to find a head of black hair pressed against his neck, and a naked body enveloping his smaller frame. He felt panic surging all around his body, and did the only thing that he thought was reasonable.
He screamed.
Jimin heard a crash on the other side of the door, and in a second, a disoriented Taehyung entered the room dressed in boxers, a sleeping mask stuck to his hair, and holding a baseball bat in his hands. “Hey, are you o- …Oh, well how about that?” said Taehyung as he watched Jimin disentangling himself from a stranger, letting the soft white blankets fall to the floor, and leaving the man’s toned, tattooed body completely exposed.
Taehyung ’s range of expressions went from complete concern to bewilderment and amazement as soon as he recognized the man in the bed. He turned to his blonde friend, with a shit-eating smile and a brow wiggle, “Wow you slept with my roommate. Was he good? Damn man, Kookie works fast!” he said, still astounded at the crazy turn this morning was taking.
“T- THAT’S your roommate?” Jimin whispered eyes wide, pointing at the bed and immediately feeling relief flood him.
You see, Jimin was not only freaking out because some rando was in bed with him, which, granted, what the actual fuck, but also, because he was terrified of killers trying the door to find it open, courtesy of Taehyung’s forgetful habits. He watched The Strangers, you know, I and II.
“I didn’t have sex with him, you sleazeball.”, Jimin said glaring at his friend.
Taehyung’s brain didn't exactly get the message though, immediately proceeding to make kissy noises, laughing loudly and asking about his friend's “dick game”.
Jimin's relief was quickly starting to turn into frustration, directed at Taehyung, but as he looked at the man sleeping peacefully on the bed he realized his time was up...and he was panicking again. He had been freeloading off of this guy’s apartment ever since his ex had kicked him out. He had also been totally taking advantage of the guy's amazing room(there was so much space and he could watch the sunset from the windows), and shower(he had the water pressure of a god) and bed (he had never slept so well in his life). Why had he believed Tae when he had said his roommate (technically landlord, but you know, semantics) would be away for a couple of months. Said “roommate” was going to wake up at any moment due to Taehyung’s antics and he was going to be pissed.
Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed to be greatly enjoying himself. To Jimin’s dismay, his friend climbed into the bed, and started jumping around the sleeping man, who by all appearances seemed to be peacefully sleeping throughout the whole ordeal, not even moving an inch. In fact, the only reaction Jimin had seen from the roommate had been a small pout on his face when Jimin had thrown the man’s arm away from his waist. But now Taehyung was jumping around him and bumping the passed out brunette with the bat. “Kookie, wake uuuup!!!”
“Oh my god Tae, stop. He’s obviously smashed,” Jimin whined, both hands working hard on shoving his friend away from the man.
While doing so, Jimin decided to sneak a few glances here and there, totally-innocent-not-really-checking-the-roommate-out kind of looks. In his pure-hearted analysis, Jimin realized that the roommate well...was incredibly fit. His luscious raven hair fell gently around sturdy biceps decorated with intricate patterns, they gave way to a broad upper back with ripped muscles, now relaxed, but the obvious hard work of his solid built was showing through the tan skin. He had the tiniest waist, followed by a perky little ass that looked ready to be bitten, and his thighs, god, his thighs, were rich and bulky, not to mention that they looked like rock hard. Jimin may have choked a little.
“Mmmm, what the fuck Tae, get off” the sleeping man suddenly said, opening one eye while turning to face Taehyung (and introducing Jimin, who was already gay panicking on top of his other homeless panicking, to the last part of the guy’s body he hadn’t met yet).
Annoyed and hungover Jungkook sat up on the bed, confusion intertwined in a glare directed towards his friend. The brunette suddenly looked blankly ahead to find another person in the room, a slim and a little scared-looking blond that was blushing like crazy and was trying to look anywhere but at him.
Taehyung jumped out of bed and pushed the blond’s hand out to meet Jungkook’s, “Oh yeah, this is my friend, and your sleeping buddy, Jimin!!”
Looking closely at the blond, Jungkook thought he was still dreaming because wow did this guy looked like an angel. He had tousled hair, red lips; and on top of that, the boy seemed to be drowning inside a big white t-shirt, revealing a gorgeous creamy collarbone. Isn’t that my shirt?, he thought, tilting his head to the side while still ogling Taehyung's friend. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to make sense of what was happening. As he opened them again, he saw the boy’s hand still waiting to be shaken.
“Ah… hi hello... sorry?” he mumbled while covering his intimate parts with a pillow and with his free hand touching the other delicately. Angels should be treated with the utmost care, you know. He frowned again, his brain finally catching up to the conversation and he looked back at his roommate, “Wait, what do you mean sleeping buddy?