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Taehyung despises college parties. He hates every aspect of them: from the cheap peach vodka that everyone drinks, to the way his drugstore eyeliner feels icky around his eyelids after hours of dancing to mediocre rap music. Everything about them just turns him off. So that really doesn’t explain why he’s currently at one -drunk out of his mind- counting the squares on every single rubik’s cube in some random dudes room.
What super banging fraternity has a member that owns eighteen rubiks cubes?
None: the answer is none. He shrugs off the question and decides to just continue counting because honestly this is really fucking fun and really fucking underrated. “...fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four!” Fun fact- there are fifty-four squares on a standard rubik’s cube.
Spunky.
Taehyung then grabs the mega rubik’s cube, most likely made for mega nerds because seriously this looks like the world's scariest object. He loses count about five times because all the squares look so tiny, his vision is blurry and he’s just way too fucking intoxicated for this. Okay c’mon, you can do this, you are capable, he speaks to himself, throwing his fist in the air as if declaring war. “Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty…” and there Taehyung goes, losing count once again. “For fucks sake, are you fucking kidding me? You fucking suck you dumb...dumb, square! Oh yeah I said it, you are a square, with ugly colors and you aren’t even fun!” Taehyung yells at the rubik’s cube, fiercely throwing it towards the end of the bed once he’s done offending the poor thing. Taehyung sits with his back against the headboard and his legs bent so that he’s able to rest his face in the little nook that his legs create when he sits in this position. “Stop looking at me!” Taehyung yells defensively as he stares at the object, kicking it off the bed with his black boots banging against the cheap plastic. “Are you alright?” A voice comes from behind him, freaking the shit out of Taehyung. “Who’s there?” He shoots up off the bed, turning to whomever asked him the question.
Taehyung may or may not be a paranoid drunk.
“Geez dude it’s alright, this is just my room,” Mr. Someone responds putting his hands up as if he’s under arrest and it’s now that Taehyung registers what the boy looks like. Incredibly tall, dark brown hair that almost looks as soft as the blue cashmere blanket his mom bought him for his birthday, lips shaded a fascinating dusty rose, eyes large and curious behind a pair of silver wired glasses. This boy looks like Taehyung’s biggest weakness: a soft, adorable, frat boy. “Oh I’m fine, no issue here kind sir,” he walks closer to the boy so that they are about two feet apart, wanting to see if the others face is even more stunning up close. Taehyung has no idea what personal space is when he’s drunk. “You’re s’ pretty,” Taehyung says in awe, entranced by the boys glimmering eyes and sharp jawline. Update: Taehyung also has no idea what a mouth filter is when he’s drunk. “And you’re so drunk Taehyung,” the boy responds, catching him by the hips gently as Taehyung loses balance and trips over the rubik’s cube that he threw. He misses the fact that dreamy, frat boy knows his name. “God, fuck you!” He yells once again at the damn rubik’s cube and settles his hands on the boys shoulder, missing the hint of fondness in the others eyes. “Wow you really don’t like rubik’s cubes,” the other says and pulls his hands away from Taehyung to pick it up and off the ground. He tries with all of his being not to whine loudly when the boy pulls his hands away. So, he decides to whine softly.
Problem solved.
“Well, no. I just hate that one specifically,” he says with a pout on his lips as the boy places the cube with the seventeen others. “Yea, the colors are kinda ugly,” Mr. dreamy eyes says and Taehyung just hums in response. The two stand there in awkward silence for a moment, suddenly not knowing what to say to one another, so Taehyung decides to speak up because he is an outgoing bean. “What’s-” “I’m-” They both speak at the same time, cutting each other off. “You go first,” Taehyung suggests, urging him on by flailing his arms. “I’m Jungkook,” the other says with a smile, front two teeth sticking out slightly.
Oh fuck, this boy is fucking adorable.
“Well Jungkook it was nice meeting you. I’m gonna go find my friends now,” he ends the conversation quickly, way too scared that if Jungkook smile grew any larger he would automatically get on his knees for that boy. “Bye Taehyung,” he hears Jungkook say before the door closes after he left the room. It’s not until he gets downstairs that he realizes- he never told Jungkook his name. ++++ “Yo, have you seen Jimin?” Now that he has nothing left to entertain him -no more death-giving rubik’s cubes- Taehyung tries to look for his friends so that they can take him back to his dorm because honestly he really cannot walk three feet without falling. Don’t blame him, blame the vodka. “No, last time I saw Jimin, him and Yoongi were canoodling on the couch.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Now he can’t do shit.
Jimin has been trying to get with Yoongi for the past year and tonight might be his night, Taehyung can’t ruin that for him. Someone give Taehyung best friend of the century. So, instead of causing a ruckus, he decides to sit on the couch, watching all the sweaty college people grind up all over each other while counting the number of times a new couple go upstairs for some sexy time.
Five so far.
After a little while, Taehyung just gets bored and feels sleep enveloping his system as the music gradually dies down and people slowly leave the house. He probably would of passed out at any second if the couch didn’t feel like a million fucking bricks. “Taehyung,” he hears a familiar voice say his name, pulling him out of whatever sleepy bubble he was in.
Jungkook.
“Hey,” Jungkook says and oh god can this boy get any cuter. The said boy is dressed down in a pair of black sweatpants, a matching black long sleeve shirt that looks like the comfiest thing ever, his glasses are still propped up on his face and he’s holding a book. What sexy, college frat boy has a rubik’s cube collection and reads books on a Friday night. NONE.
Literally no such thing exists.
“Hey Jungkook, I’m so sorry I took your guys’ couch, I just couldn’t find my friends and I can’t really walk properly because uh… yea,” he says shyly, not wanting to admit his state of intoxication because the boy in front of him just seems so pure. “No that’s alright. I can walk you home let me put my book away and grab a jacket okay?” Before he can respond humbly saying that it’s really not necessary, Jungkook has already left to do said things but Taehyung really can’t be bothered because honestly, he would love to talk to Jungkook more. Taehyung stands up, walking as safely as he can towards to door without tripping on all the empty red solo cups that cover the whole floor.
Typical.
“Here you go,” Jungkook hands him a hoodie once he’s back and Taehyung looks back at him with a questioning look. “Your shirt seems really thin and it’s two a.m. and I really don’t want you to get sick or anything,” Jungkook explains.
If this boy isn’t the definition of perfection then it should be redefined.
“Thank you,” he responds, taking the soft black hoodie out of the others hands, loving how warm and cozy it feels against his lean frame. “Alright, I’m gonna hold onto you, just to make sure you don’t trip or anything,” the other says, and Taehyung refrains from telling Jungkook that he is probably perfectly okay with walking on his own now once he feels the others arm encircle his waist.
God, that’s a nice arm.
“So Jungkook tell me about yourself,” Taehyung asks once they are both out of the house, on their way to Taehyung’s dorm. And so Jungkook tells him, “Oh well I’m in my second year, biology major, I love to read and write. I try to compose music on my free time and I joined that fraternity because my parents made me and they probably only keep me around because I love washing the dishes. Also, I have this weird talent where I can twirl a pen in my hand at lightning speed.” What Jungkook does not tell him is the fact that he knows Taehyung. They had intro to calculus together last year. Jungkook also does not tell him that he has had a slightly large crush on Taehyung since the day Taehyung helped teach the whole class how to solve limits by using the derivative because the professor really could not teach it by himself. “That’s really fucking cool. I’m a chemistry major and I’m also in my second year, except I have no snazzy talents,” Taehyung responds, but he really does have some weird talents, his brain just isn’t working due to the fact that all he can think about is how incredible Jungkook’s arm feels around his waist. “I guess we are both gonna die because of our majors, yea?” He jokes glancing up at Jungkook and Taehyung’s heart tightens as he sees the adorable smile adorned on the others face. Update: that smile is still as gorgeous as it was two hours ago. The two continue walking, and Taehyung gradually gets incredibly comfortable with Jungkook, resting his head on Jungkook’s chest once the others grip around his waist tightens. Taehyung eventually puts his arm around Jungkook’s waist as well, bringing the boy to hold him even closer and Jungkook just gives him a kind smile in response.
Yup, Taehyung might be slightly infatuated.
Maybe just scratch the might.
“You have really nice arms Jungkook,” the words spill from his mouth before he can even process what the fuck he’s even saying. “Oh, t-thank you Taehyung. You have a really really nice everything,” the other says, and Taehyung doesn't miss the way Jungkook’s cheeks color a bright red. After a while of walking, Jungkook gains more confidence with his movements and beings to brush his thumb along the dip of Taehyung’s waist. Taehyung tries to ignore the fact that suddenly everything is extremely hot and may or may not be sweating underneath the hoodie Jungkook gave him. “Okay, so -uh- what days do you um have c-classes?” Jungkook stutters once Taehyung’s dorm building comes into view. “I just have morning classes Monday through Friday, from ten to one,” Taehyung responds excitedly, maybe a bit faster than necessary while pulling out his card that gets him into his dorm building. “Well then maybe, if you want, maybe Friday night we can go out, just you and I?” Jungkook asks softly with his head pointed downward, holding the door open for him. Holy fuck yes, sexy rubik’s cube boy is a shy gentlemen and wants to take me out, he squeals in his head as well as blushing like a two year old. “I do want. I can do Friday, at eight?” He responds coolly- like a mother fucking boss. “I’ll pick you up at eight then. If that’s okay will you?” Taehyung just hums in response once they have made it to the front of his room. “Thanks for walking with me,” Taehyung thanks, overwhelmed with how sweet the boy in front of him is. “Of course Taehyung, I-I had f-fun, with you,” Jungkook answers kindly, and Taehyung almost dies when he feels Jungkook lean in to press a soft kiss onto his forehead, causing his whole body to heat up from head to toe.
God this boy has a fucking effect on him.
“Oh and Taehyung?” Jungkook asks once he is by the exit of the building. “Keep the jacket, it looks really nice on you,” Jungkook smiles brightly at him and this time, when Taehyung closes the room to his dorm, he does fall- but for other reasons.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Finals week. The worst week of any student’s life. Specifically Jungkook’s, because nothing screams I want to die quite like a four day final on organic chemistry.
Snazzy.
He’s been studying for hours on end, trying to cram in every ounce of information on acid-base chemistry that he possibly can. How do people have brains big enough for this shit? “Fuck,” he huffs out as he tugs off his flimsy glasses to promptly face plant into his three thousand-page textbook.
Disgusting.
The thing about Jungkook is, most guys, specifically frat boys, would have sex to relieve the frustration from overworking too much. Although Jungkook would love that, he’s really not the fuck-boy type. He likes relationships, he wants a relationship, not just someone to use like a toy. That’s just rude. So he resorts to the one thing that does the fucking charm.
His rubik’s cubes.
Jungkook grabs the mega rubik’s cube off the side of his desk, walking away to plop onto his bed, leaving the sickening work behind. As he begins to scramble around the squares, looking at all the ugly colors blended together, only one thing comes to mind. Scratch that. One person. Jungkook’s smile makes him look like a fucking idiot as he recalls the whole encounter he had with Taehyung the other night. (“Yo Jungkook. Can you go upstairs, you’re kinda killing the vibe with your books and shit,” some dude yells from the living room and Jungkook immediately gets up from the chair he was sitting so comfortably on in the kitchen. He’s learned not to fight back on what the boys in the frat house say because he really can’t win against any of the other guys in the house. Yes, Jungkook does have some insane muscles but he’s seriously way too soft to actually fight someone for absolutely no reason. So, he makes his way up to his room, walking passed the crowd of teenage sausages having a whole humping fest on the dance floor. Jungkook just huffs, shaking his head and continues to push past the people, quickly running upstairs in his house slippers. One thing he might of expected would be a couple fucking in his room, it happens quite often. But this- this is completely unexpected. Jungkook presses his ear against the door -to make sure he’s safe- and, “For fucks sake, are you fucking kidding me? You fucking suck you dumb...dumb, square! Oh yeah I said it, you are a square, with ugly colors and you aren’t even fun!” He knows that voice. That might sound creepy but oh god does he know that voice. Jungkook slowly opens the door to see if his dreams might of finally came true. “Stop looking at me!” He hears the boy yell.
Yup- that’s Taehyung.
“Are you alright?” Jungkook speaks up, walking into his room and softly closing the door behind him. “Who’s there?” Taehyung shoots up off of Jungkook’s bed and spins around to face him.
Oh god.
Jungkook’s only seen Taehyung in a classroom setting. Only seen Taehyung in oversized sweats and a snapback hat. But this -Jungkook was not prepared for this- any of this. The said boy is dressed in a thin, loose white silk button up, exposing his golden skin that looks like the softest thing ever. His lean legs are hidden in a pair of tight black jeans, and Jungkook tries not to drool over the way Taehyung’s ass looks when he gets a glimpse of the boys behind. The others light brunette hair has fallen slightly over his eyes but Jungkook still sees the lovely eyeliner adorned around them. He’s completely lost in the look of the other, in extreme shock because- holy fuck the guy he has liked for a whole year is in his room? Looking like a fucking meal? This is not okay for Jungkook’s soft, innocent mind. “You’re s’ pretty,” Taehyung says with his voice slurred, suddenly extremely close and the other’s tone makes Jungkook weak in the knees; make his whole body heat up from the inside out. It was from then on that Jungkook realized how fucking big his crush has gotten. About a year ago, it was so small, just infatuation for the other. Now, he realized after hours of watching Taehyung in class, it’s probably much more. Much much more.) Jungkook’s brought out of his little reminiscent love bubble when he hears his phone chime. Weird. No one ever texts him. He grabs for the said object from where it was charging on his nightstand.
{Unknown}
~ Hey Jungkook, it’s Taehyung :). I was wondering if we are still hanging out friday night, hopefully? Oh my fucking god. Holy fuck shit. No fucking way, Jungkook thinks to himself, squealing slightly while moving himself into a criss cross applesauce position in the middle of his bed, wearing his matching flannel pajamas.
He looks absolutely adorable.
{Jungkook}
~ Yes, I’ll pick you up at 8 :)
{Taehyung}
~ Great, I can’t wait to see you again, Jungkook Jungkook’s not having a heart attack. No- not at all.
{Jungkook}
~ I can’t wait to see you too. ++++ Three days later and his death bringing final is over. Jungkook got a sixty-seven percent on it- he’s really proud of himself. He probably could’ve done much better but honestly, after question fifty-two, he just resorted to thinking about things that are much better for his brain. For example: his date tonight with Taehyung. Okay, maybe not good for his brain at all because it led him to freaking out, randomly bubbling in the last forty-eight questions, and running out of class. Jungkook sprints across campus, all the way to the frat house, his glasses falling off multiple times as he runs at the speed of lighting. He blames his parents for not blessing him with twenty-twenty vision, but at least he’s really fucking fast. “AHHHHHHHHHH,” Jungkook yells at the top of his lungs, voice wavering as he slams the door to the frat house shut and runs upstairs. He completely ignores all the boys telling him to “shut the fuck up,” and just keeps screaming.
It’s actually quite impressive.
“Yoongi, Yoongi...YOONGI,” he yells, not even bothering to knock and just completely barges into the olders room. “Oh fuck,” he groans after he sees something he really shouldn't of seen. It’s Yoongi, sucking face with Jimin- finally. He can’t even bring himself to be mad, Yoongi has been obsessed with Jimin for way too long. So this whole sucking face thing is good, maybe even great.
But not fucking right now.
“As much as I love seeing you cuties happy, I need help. Like now,” Jungkook whines, making hand gestures for both of them to get up and help. “Oh it’s okay, I have to go to my psychology class anyway,” Jimin answers, his cheeks flushed the brightest shade of red. “Okay baby, I’ll see you later,” Yoongi says, giving Jimin one last kiss as a goodbye. Jungkook smiles kindly, waving slightly as Jimin leaves the room, trying to act calm before he releases his sea of anxiety on his best friend. “YOONGI, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO? WHAT DO I DO? FUCK!”
Maybe more like an ocean of anxiety.
“Kook, calm down. I don’t even know what’s going on you dumbass,” Yoongi responds, voice rough around the edges. “I have a date with Taehyung tonight. You know Taehyung? Yea. And I really like him. Like wow, I really like him. Like I really really really really really-” “Yea Jungkook. I get it,” Yoongi cuts him off. Yoongi doesn’t get it. “What should I wear? How should I act? Shit, should I go buy some contacts? Should I get him flowers? Maybe a yoyo?” Jungkook suggests to himself, pacing violently around the olders room. “Jungkook. Calm the fuck down. No yoyo, no contacts, no flowers. Wear something casual and don’t even think about acting like someone you are not,” Yoongi advises to him, with a piercing gaze.
Yes, listen to the guy.
“Okay so should I wear my NASA sweater?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide with curiosity. Yoongi just huffs, grabs him by the wrist and drags Jungkook into his room. “Wear black, you look best in it,” the older says as he opens Jungkook’s closet. Yoongi shoves a black silk button up in his face, black jeans and throws some converse at him, hitting him right in the gut.
Amazing.
“There you go. Now be yourself, be a gentleman, and wear your fucking glasses Jungkook. So you don’t fall and die,” Yoongi says before walking out of his room, leaving him alone.
Don’t fall and die, he can do that.
++++ So, no one ever told Jungkook how fucking nerve racking it is to go on a date, especially with someone that actually matters. He’s walking at the pace of a turtle, stopping every two minutes to catch his breath because the thought of seeing Taehyung is really causing him to overheat. Jungkook begins to pep talk himself, telling himself that it will be okay, replaying Yoongi’s wise words in his head and before he knows it, he’s standing in front of Taehyung’s dorm, his whole body at a normal temperature.
Finally.
He rings the doorbell, a little too eager to see the boy again. “Hey,” Taehyung says once the door is open. “Oh crap, am I too casual? Shit give me a minute, let me just change my shirt,” the other says with a worried tone and promptly slams the door in Jungkook’s face.
So much for calming his nerves.
Not long after, the door reopens and Jungkook is brought back to thinking that he’s dreaming. That there is no way that someone can look as good as Taehyung does, let alone- for him. The other is wearing a loose white t-shirt, tucked into a part of black skinny jeans, converse and to make Jungkook die even more- a leather jacket. Taehyung looks like he is glowing, and the long silver jewelry adorning his ears just makes him look even more breathtaking.
How is that even possible.
“Fuck you’re stunning,” Jungkook breathes out in awe, unaware that he just said the words out loud. The other blushes, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “You too Jungkook,” Taehyung smiles, walking out of his dorm room to join Jungkook. “So, where are we going Mr.?” “I was thinking, how do you like bowling?” Jungkook asks as the two walk out off the building, both boys intertwining their fingers along the way. “I fucking love it.” ++++ Jungkook chose bowling for two reasons. One being he’s really fucking good at it, so he would be able to show off his skills. Two, Jungkook thought that maybe Taehyung would be bad, so that would allow him to do some sexy help-touching on the date. Update: both reasons are insignificant, because Taehyung happens to be the best bowler he has ever seen. Fucking Olympic bowling skills.
Is bowling even in the Olympics?
“Jungkook, you kind of suck at this,” Taehyung giggles, sitting back down in their little corner booth after winning- again. “I’m not bad, you’re just really good,” Jungkook huffs, getting up to start a new game. Normally, when he loses, he gets really competitive. He tries really fucking hard to prove that he can win, to prove that he can do better. But, the huge breathtakingly beautiful smile that makes its way onto Taehyung’s face every time is worth all the losing. The two continue to play a couple more games. And Taehyung continues to win every single time. Jungkook tries not to have a heart attack when Taehyung gives him a tight hug after every win. Seriously Taehyung is the best. He’s talented, consistent and fucking gorgeous. Bonus: Taehyung smells like strawberries and coconut.
What a man.
It’s about eleven o’clock when Jungkook realizes just how hungry he is. “Tae, you wanna get some food or something,” he says after they finish another game, the nickname slipping out with ease. “God yes. Oh what I would do for some really fat fries,” Taehyung sings as the two leave the bowling alley, their fingers intertwined, shoulders brushing against each other with every step. After two minutes of debate -mainly Taehyung debating with himself- they both agree on a little diner a couple blocks down. Taehyung continues to talk, telling Jungkook about his finals, his dog, his favorite plant species: Taehyung even tells him about hydroelectric conductivity.
Who’s the nerd now.
“Okay so most people think the Venus flytrap is the most interesting plant. But seriously, Titan arum is really underrated,” Jungkook explains a little while later, both boys devouring the plate of fries. Yoongi told Jungkook to be himself, so he’s talking about his favorite plants.
Sue him.
“Honestly, I really like Hydnora africana. They remind me of little cantaloupes,” Taehyung smiles, chomping on another fry, his lips scrunching together cutely. Jungkook decides that he loves watching Taehyung eat.
Don’t judge him.
The two continue to talk for what feels like minutes, but really it’s two a.m. and the people in the diner have been trying to kick them out for a while. Once the owner starts yelling at them, Jungkook pays for the meal quickly and they both run out of the place, trying not to die. “Geez, they were aggressive,” Jungkook speaks up as they are on their way back to campus. “It’s okay, it was worth it,” Taehyung says, smiling brightly. Jungkook just responds by tugging the other closer as they walk, his arm wrapped around the dip of Taehyung’s waist. He tries to not get lost in the feeling of having Taehyung so close to him.
Emphasis on tries.
“Jungkook tonight was really great. Like so great,” Taehyung says with an excited tone in his voice once they are standing in front of the others dorm, sadly. “Sorry not great. Amazing, so amazing. You’re so amazing, I can’t believe-” Hearing the words come out of Taehyung’s mouth causes adrenaline to run through Jungkook’s veins, his confidence boosting a million miles per second. Jungkook feels his heartbeat pounding harshly in his throat and before he can even think he crashes his lips into Taehyung’s. It feels like nothing he’s ever felt before. Taehyung’s lips are so soft, his face feels so smooth as Jungkook rubs his thumb softly along the others cheekbones. The said boy was taken aback slightly, hands trapped by his sides, eyes widened in shock as he registers what just happened. Jungkook braces himself for getting pushed away, his eyes squeezing shut tightly. After a second, Jungkook’s whole body relaxes as he feels lips moving against his, hands coming up to cup his face gently. He smiles in relief and rests a hand on the small of Taehyung’s back, moving his other arm to wrap around the boy’s slim waist. Jungkook’s heart continues to hammer against his chest unable to wrap his head around this feeling. Nothing has ever felt so good, so addicting. The two boys keep on kissing each other, unable to break apart. Taehyung runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, tugging slightly and his whole body erupts with goose bumps at the mind numbing sensation. He feels himself getting lost in the kiss, getting lost in the feeling of Taehyung’s body pressed flush against his. “Jungkook,” Taehyung breathes against his lips, pulling away for a brief second. He hears Taehyung chuckle loudly as he chases his mouth after the others.
God he likes Taehyung way too much.
“Yea?” Jungkook tries to slow down his heart rate, smiling dumbly against the others lips and brushing his nose softly against Taehyung’s. “I’m thinking that you should maybe take me on another date?”
Fuck yes.
Jokes on Taehyung because Jungkook wants to take Taehyung on dates for the rest of his fucking life. “Taehyung?” The others eyes are widen, looking at him curiously. Adoration blooms in his chest at the others look and Jungkook pecks Taehyung one, two, three more times, unable to resist.
He’s so fucking lucky.
“I think so too.”