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A loud, extremely irritating beeping filled Yoongi's ears, interrupting his nap. The fair skinned, black haired male stirred and furrowed his eyebrows, untangling an arm from his boyfriend's still sleeping form to bring a hand up and rub at his eyes, blinking them in attempt to focus his vision. As his vision clears, he sees the small blonde sleeping with his face buried into Yoongi's hoodie, small fist clutching onto the dark material. He smiles softly and carefully reaches over his sleeping form, suddenly thankful Jimin is a heavy sleeper. He grabs hold of Jimin's phone and stops the alarm that was increasingly getting louder and shakes him gently, hoping it'll get him awake.
"Mm, stop Hyung." Comes Jimin's half-asleep response, burying his face even more into the pillow. Yoongi coos and presses his lips against Jimin's warm forehead. Jimin practically purrs at the small sign of affection, humming and smiling happily in his sleep.
"You've gotta get up, baby." Yoongi begins. He cards his fingers through Jimin's tangled hair slowly, rubbing his scalp as he did so. Jimin pushes his head into Yoongi's palm, similarly to the way a cat would. The action makes Yoongi's heart speed up and a small, lazy smile to spread over his lips– "You're going to be late for class, Min-ah."
"Class?" Jimin asks thickly, his busan dialect unknowingly slipping through his puffy lips. He still has his eyes closed and furrowed his eyebrows, voice and words slightly muffled from both Yoongi's hoodie and the pillow he's pushed his face into. Yoongi continues to run his fingers through Jimin's hair and rub his scalp, loving the way Jimin reacts to the action. "What time is it?"
"Nearly ten," Yoongi answers. He expects Jimin to whine and roll around a bit before getting up and getting ready — he was not expecting Jimin to sit up, seemingly wide awake now, and nearly trip as he scrambles off of Yoongi's bed hastily. His foot gets caught in the blanket and he nearly falls, if it hadn't been for Yoongi to act fast and grab Jimin's wrist and pull on it. "What was that about?"
"I'm going to be late!" Jimin stresses, untangling himself and running a hand through his hair as he runs around Yoongi's dorm, grabbing a pair of his boyfriend's sweatpants from the floor and tugging them on. They fit snugly around his ass and thighs, but Jimin didn't really care. In fact, he loved it, because he knew it would result in Yoongi touching his ass even more so than he already does. "I can't find my pants, so I'm borrowing yours."
"You didn't even look for yours, but okay." Yoongi snorts, eyeing his beautiful baby. "You look cute. Soft."
"As always." Jimin cheekily replies. He smiles and gives Yoongi his infamous eye-smile. Yoongi blushes and smiles to himself, feeling so unbelievably lucky. He tugs his shoes on and clambers clumsily toward Yoongi leaning toward the older and cupping his face. "I need to leave now. I love you, Hyung."
Yoongi kisses Jimin quickly and sweetly and slips the younger's phone into the hoodie reading Min 93 on the back. Yoongi had adored that hoodie — it was his former basketball hoodie, and his team number happened to be 93, the same year he was born. He always had thought of it as a coincidence and now a lucky number. "I love you, doll. Your class ends at eleven thirty, right?"
Jimin nods once as an answer to Yoongi. He lets out a slow hum, "Mhm. But I have dance practice at one."
"Gotcha." Yoongi says, "I'll meet you after class and we'll get lunch. Sound good?"
"Sounds wonderful." Jimin replies, swiftly kissing Yoongi once more before pulling away entirely. "I really need to go now, but I love you!"
Yoongi chuckles as Jimin rushes out, nearly hitting himself in the back of the head with his bookbag as he slings it over his shoulder. "Be careful, love. Love you!"
***
"So you want to tell me why the campus cutie is wearing your hoodie?" Hoseok presses, slipping into his and Yoongi's dorm with ease. Yoongi raises an eyebrow at his friend, his eyes following the red head as he throws his dance hoodie carelessly across the back of his desk chair. Hoseok hears him scoff and turns to look at him, a knowing grin on his face.
"The campus cutie?" Yoongi feigns confusion and turns his attention from his tv and to Hoseok. He places his hands on either side of himself and pushes himself up so that he's in a sitting position. The black haired male lets a low scoff leave his lips, "I don't even know who that is." He mutters, clearly lying. Everyone knows who the campus cutie is, no matter who you are or how long you've been at the school. And he's none other than Park Jimin himself.
"Liar," Hoseok accuses. He throws himself onto his bed, not bothered with changing out of his work clothes. He sends Yoongi a wide, bright smile. "Everyone knows Jimin, and everyone knows Jimin doesn't own a hoodie that says Min 93 on the back."
"Or it's just a coincidence." Yoongi snorts. "What time is it?"
Hoseok raises an eyebrow but answers anyway, "Like, eleven forty five. Why?"
"Shit," Yoongi curses, feeling a rush of panic flood through him. He pushes himself out of his bed and runs his hand through his knotted hair, hoping to make it look at least somewhat presentable. He tugs on his hoodie laying by the bed over his head and sprays himself with cologne before haphazardly pulling on shoes and shoving his wallet, phone and keys into his pockets. "I'm late. He's going to kill me."
"Who's going to kill you?" Hoseok asks, still spread out in his bed comfortably. "And why are you in such a rush? Got a hot date?"
Yoongi scowls and pulls a beanie over his head, "It isn't a hot date, but yes. I promised I would meet him after class and take him to lunch."
"M'kay, be safe."
"Shut up Hoseok."
***
Jimin is standing by the building with his phone in hand, plump lips pulled into a small, frustrated frown. He was to supposed to have met Yoongi here by now, but there was no sign of him. He wasn't answering any of Jimin's texts either, so he was beginning to feel worried. The blonde sighs softly and puts his phone in the pocket of his boyfriend's hoodie, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet in an attempt to warm himself up. He looks around and watches people go by, rushing to and from classes with friends or alone. Within a couple of minutes, Yoongi comes into view and Jimin can't help but smile.
"I'm so sorry, baby." Yoongi rushes out as he nears Jimin, automatically pulling the younger into a hug. "I am so sorry. I lost track of time and—"
Jimin cuts him off by kissing Yoongi midsentence, pulling away with an adoring smile. "I don't care, hyung. I'm not mad, don't worry. I'm just happy you're here."
Yoongi sighs happily and wraps an arm around Jimin's shoulder as they begin to walk, "Have you thought about where you want to eat?"
Jimin nods slowly, humming in content. "Can we go to that small sandwich shop that just opened? I heard it's really good."
"Of course we can." Yoongi hums, turning his head to press a quick kiss to Jimin's temple. "I love you."
"I love you most." Jimin whispers sweetly, smiling brightly and happily at Yoongi. "How is your mixtape coming along?"
"It's almost finished. There's only one track left I need to finish, but I'm having trouble with it." Yoongi answers, squeezing Jimin's shoulder lightly. "I was thinking about having you rap in it with me."
"Me? Rapping?" Jimin wrinkles his nose at the idea, not liking it. "I'll ruin the song, hyung!"
"You won't," Yoongi argues. "I can help you, okay?"
"Just don't be soft on me because I'm your cute boyfriend, treat me like I'm Hoseok hyung." Jimin teases. He hears Yoongi scoff at the mention of his roommate before answering. "How about I don't treat you like Hoseok? You'd probably break up with me if I did, really."
"I'd never break up with you." Jimin scoffs, "You're stuck with me for the rest of your sad life."
"Good, because I was planning to marry you anyways."
"Marriage?" Jimin gasps softly at the confession from Yoongi. "Are you sure?"
Yoongi shrugs, "Of course. After we graduate I want to get married and maybe adopt kids, maybe a dog and a cat too, y'know? Only when you're ready for all that, of course."
"That sounds so wonderful, hyung." Jimin grins, "And to think, you were so awkward and couldn't even do so much as hold my hand from two feet away at first."
"I'm a changed man, Jiminie."
***
Hoseok grabs his laptop off Yoongi's desk and hurried back to his bed, ready to finish the god awful essay due in two days so he could binge watch Goblin (and cry his soft heart out for the nth time) for the twelfth time and sleep the next day away. Just as Hoseok situates himself on the bed and has his laptop logged in and a new document pulled up, he rummages through his folders to find the paper with a list of requirements. Only then did he realize he left it on his desk — in his studio. He sighs and pushes himself off his bed, lazily pulling on his shoes carelessly left by the bed followed by his jacket. Hoseok grabs his keys and phone and pockets them before leaving the dorm.
Walking past the small sandwich shop located near the dance, art, and recording studios, Hoseok pulls his jacket tighter around himself. He considers stopping and buying a small hot chocolate from the shop — it was surprisingly really good, not bland and outright disgusting like he had expected it to be for its cheap cost. But then again, only college students visited, so maybe that was why. Hoseok turns his head to briefly read a sign he hadn't seen before, when something else caught his attention —
None other than Min Yoongi and Park Jimin themselves were eating sandwiches and holding hands, laughing happily. At first, Hoseok waa beginning to think it was an innocent first date between the duo, until Yoongi leans over and kisses Jimin lovingly, not once, but three times. Each kiss brought a sun-like smile to their faces. and that's when Hoseok realizes — his best friend had been lying. He should have known. Hoseok takes his phone out and hastily unlocks it, doing what anyone else would to their betrayer of a best friend.
To: Joon From : Hope
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"Not dating anyone" MY ASS
Sent 12:03PM
***
When Jimin gets a random facetime from Yoongi that night in the middle of studying, he gasps and hurries to answer his boyfriend. He automatically smiles upon seeing his gorgeous boyfriend, holding his phone up so that Yoongi can get a clear view of him. Once Yoongi evens out his phone, Jimin's smile falters. Yoongi, instead of smiling sleepily or talking, he looks stressed and slightly upset. The distressed appearance of Yoongi causes a wave of worry to wash over Jimin.
"Hyung? Are you okay?" He rushes out, marking his page in his textbook quickly before closing it and pushing it aside. "Do I need to come over?"
"I think Hoseok found out about us," Yoongi complains, a light frown on his thin, yet plumo lips. "And I'm pretty sure he told Namjoon too, so Jin hyung probably knows too now–"
Jimin scoffs loudly, cutting Yoongi off. He smiles fondly at how Yoongi is stressed out over something so small. "Hyung, I thought something happened! We were going to tell them in a couple of days anyways. Taehyungie and Jungkookie don't know yet anyways!"
"Kookie and I don't know what?" Taehyung suddenly appears, coming into the dorm, flopping onto his bed. Jimin shrugs before nonchalantly replying, "That Yoongi hyung and I are dating."
"Jimin!"
"What?!"