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“Taehyunggggg”, Jimin shouted out as he shut the door behind him. Then, let out a displeased sound as he took in the state of the apartment he shared with his best friend. Various clothes were scattered on the sofa, empty beer bottles lying around with a few ramen boxes, and said best friend lounging on the sofa in the middle of it all, a beer bottle in hand.
Throwing his jacket on the table, he whistled lowly as he took in the appearance of his soulmate. Newly dyed blond hair sexily disheveled, shirtless with a pair of grey sweatpants low on his hips, legs propped onto the table in front of him, and a cigarette resting on his lips.
“I am more than willing to kneel for you, just say the word,” Jimin purred as he made his way over to Taehyung.
“Bring me two more bottles, then we can talk,” Taehyung mumbled as he put his cigarette down and took a sip of the beer. He honestly hated this shit and the burn it left behind as it clawed down his throat, but that was exactly the reason why he was already on his second bottle.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Jimin replied with a chuckle as he heard Taehyung huff.
“I think you got it a little mixed up sweetheart,” Taehyung replied with a grimace. He was starting to realize what a bad idea it was to mix beer with cigarettes, and he was definitely going to regret it tomorrow.
“Right. So, answer the question, “ Jimin said with an eye roll as he grabbed a blanket from the side and made himself comfortable beside Taehyung. Grabbing Taehyung’s wrist as he was about to take another sip, Jimin brought it to his lips, taking a sip of his own.
“I lost something I’m in desperate need of right now, “ Taehyung replied after a moment, eyes closed with his head leaned back. He absentmindedly grabbed a corner of the blanket and covered his feet, a hand flipping back the strands that fell over his eyes.
“And what is that?”
“My sub,” Taehyung said nonchalantly as Jimin almost choked on his beer. After he finally comprehended what he had heard, he couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter, almost falling off as he doubled over. Much to Taehyung’s annoyance as he mumbled something along the lines of ‘quit moving the blanket you asshole’ and ‘not like you could ever understand’.
“Wha–I–How?”, Jimin managed to get out after a while. Because honestly, he didn’t understand how someone could voluntarily walk away from Taehyung. The dude had it all. Visuals that were a blessing to mankind, charms and personality, a fuckton of money, and a dom instinct that could make anyone kneel.
“Well, I didn’t exactly lose her. More like, she felt this lifestyle wasn’t meant for her and she wanted to find herself a boyfriend to settle down with,” Taehyung sighed yet again as he explained his situation. So what Jimin was getting from all this, was that the reason Taehyung had been a dick for the past few days was blue balls. Bottom line, that was Taehyung’s explanation.
“Find another one?”
“Jimin, it's not that easy. Either way, I think I might step back from chicks for a while.”
“Ohhh I could help you in that department”, Jimin replied, his eyes gleaming excitedly.
“Not right now. This is a discussion for another time Jimin. I need to deal with that god-awful class I’m being forced to take tomorrow. I love you and all but I don’t wanna see your face right now,” Taehyung said as he pushed the blanket off his feet, dropping the third bottle he had finished somewhere on the couch before walking off to his room, closing the door.
His sub had truly left him at the worst possible moment. He was left high and dry right near the beginning of the second semester and after his monthly visit to his parents, he had this weekend. The amount of fake smiles and attitudes he was forced to keep up during those two days had left him drained and irritated.
Shaking his head at his misfortune, he dozed off the moment his head hit the pillow.
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All I needed was the stupid white headband and I was ready to scurry out the door. Because even though I was already a few minutes late to my first class, I wasn’t letting anyone see the bird nest I had woken up with.
After 5 minutes of panickly running around my room for the headband, 2 minutes of checking myself out in the mirror, and yet another 5 minutes of trying to find my stupid car keys, I was finally shutting the door behind me. Shit, I could not be any more late to the first classes of the second semester!
“Babe you might want to hurry up, he’s kind of a dick,” Hobi shouted as he passed by Taehyung hastily trying to close the door of his Audi R8 with his elbow, cigarette in one hand, and furiously typing something on his phone with the other.
“A hot dick for sure”, the girl beside Hobi muttered giggling.
“Thanks for the warning, BYE!, “ Taehyung shouted to the retreating couple behind his back as he ran out of the parking lot, pocketing his phone. He had never had to come to this side of the university before, and he couldn’t say that he was that enthusiastic about having to take History of Arts.
With the phone call this morning and the horrible headache he had woken up to, let’s just say that all he wanted was the familiar feeling of either leather or cold metal in his hands.
Walking down the halls, he quickly fixed up his hair and tucked a side of his t-shirt into the ripped jeans, crushing the cigarette under his shoes as he approached the classroom door. His teachers had gotten used to his tardiness at this point, eventually resorting to nothing but a glare when he walked in, but he wasn’t so sure about this professor.
Slowing opening the door, he stepped inside, casually looking around the room to see if he knew anyone who would accompany him in suffering this class together. Eyes lighting up when he met Hyungsik’s mischievous gaze, he made his way to the back of the class, smirking slightly as he saw the girl sitting next to Hyungsik quickly get up and sit in another empty seat nearby.
“Aw baby, you scared her away,” Hyungsik said with a slight chuckle as Taehyung rolled his eyes and sat down beside him, finally taking in how quiet the class had become and how every eye was currently shifting between him and the figure standing in front of the class.
In the front of the class stood a figure in a black shirt and checkered pants, the top two buttons unbuttoned to display a triangle to golden skin, sleeves rolled up to show off the sleeve of tattoos adoring his right hand and the muscle and veins running up his forearms. His tight checkered pants also did nothing to hide the thick thighs underneath.
Fuck… am I even ready to see his face?
Taehyung slowly trailed his eyes up from the figure’s thin waist which was visible because of the tucked-in shirt and to his face. His face that had a sharp jawline yet still managed to look soft, big brown doe eyes that were currently glaring at him, pouty pink lips that were downturned in a frown, and raven black hair that was half gelled back, with some strands falling and framing his face
Shit, they definitely weren’t kidding , Taehyung thought as he leaned back into his chair and gave his best award-winning smile to the frowning Professor in the front of the classroom.
“Mr.Kim, how kind of you to grace us with your presence,” the Professor said in a cold and authoritative voice, glaring at Taehyung.
“My pleasure, Professor…”
“Jeon,” Professor Jeon answered in annoyance. However, he couldn’t help but admire the angelic features of the other, from the blond hair held back with the headband, to his siren-like eyes and the deep and soothing voice that had surprised him for a second.
Yet, there was an unsettling feeling bubbling inside Jungkook as he looked at the kid again and saw a small smirk playing on those pretty pink lips, feeling his own ears turn red.
Horrified about thinking such things about his student and having such a reaction, he suddenly turned around and proceeded with his lecture, choosing to ignore the stares and whispers about his lack of reaction to the student coming in late.
Shit, he was fucked.