living with bangtan part 5
bts x reader, slowburn, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers
It's Wednesday. A few days after the...incident. You hadn't seen Yoongi apart from lectures and it was pretty awkward. Everything you thought it would be. But maybe it was more because it was Jungkook that would sit in between you. Your relationships felt like they were teetering on the edge of destruction. You needed some other friends, that didn't always congregate in your living room.
There's a girl in your class, her name is Nayeon and she always sits nearby and you don't really see her with other people. Which reminded you of yourself in first year, hovering near other friend groups, wondering if you'd just be swept in.
Today, as you sit in your usual order, yourself, Jungkook, then Yoongi, packing up your laptops and notebooks, you lean forward to wear she sits alone just in the row in front of you guys. "Hey, Nayeon, right?"
She turns, her glossy hair flips over her shoulder. "Hey!"
The confidence you can acquire through living with a bunch of buff men is astounding. "Want to get lunch?"
Turns out the two of you have lots in common, she hadn't made many friends yet from class, but she was still fairly close with her room mate from last year. She joins you in the library's cafe a couple days later after the two fo you spent the morning studying. "Y/N, this is Wonyoung!"
Nayeon was cute, but Wonyoung was stunning. You needed this girls skincare routine. She fixed you with a lazy smile and held out her hand in an oddly regal way. You shook it eagerly. "Nice to meet you!"
"Y/N. We finally meet." She speaks softly. "I've heard so much about you."
There's something to be said about having female friends, you've missed the comfort of the perks that come with it. The two of them start hanging around the apartment, the boys seem to get on with them and you don't feel so out numbered anymore. Not that the boys ever gang up on you, it was just nice to have some more girls around.
That weekend, the three of you make plans to go for drinks, but Wonyoung cancels at the last minute, claiming illness. Still, you and Nayeon go out and have a great time, you both send a couple selfies to Wonyoung, declaring how it isn't the same without her and quite obviously her skill with selfie angles that the two of you seem to be lacking in today.
You decide to bring Nayeon back to the apartment and you bust in giggling together. In your silliness, you accidentally forget about the problem with your door, it swings open, smacking into the wall. Luckily, Jin was out playing late night basketball with Namjoon. But Yoongi's door opens and he stands there squinting in the dim light coming from the kitchen.
"Sorry!" Nayeon beams. "Did we wake you?"
He runs a hand through his messy hair and takes in the sight in front of him. "No." He sounds resigned, as if he's given up fixing something that hasn't broken yet.
You make eye contact with him for the first time in over a week. "You know Halloween isn't until next week right? You look like a ghoul."
And then the kitchen door opens and Wonyoung walks out, holding two bottles of water. She turns and smiles at the two of you as if she hadn't just been caught in a lie.
It's your turn to take in the sight this time. Yoongi, with his tired eyes and sex hair. Wonyoung, carrying water back towards him, wearing nothing but t-shirt you were wearing just last week.
You don't say anything to him, just a squinted smile will do the trick. Not most evenings my ass. You think. He reads your mind and swallows. You turn to Wonyoung instead. "Feel better?"
"Much." She smiles that same lazy smile, the one that said, I know you live with the hottest boys on campus, and thanks for the connection.
"God, I didn't know she was like that." Nayeon sits down in your desk chair as you sit down on the bed. "Who lies about the shits? Like just say you've got the flu..."
"I can't believe him." You breathe.
"Him?" Nayeon blinks.
"He's just...ugh." You sigh. "Don't know what I expected from him, really."
"...Right." Nayeon eyes you, slightly confused. "Well anyway, screw them both, tonight was so fun."
"Yeah, it was. I'm so glad we became friends." You smile at her.
"I'm glad you spoke to me!"
The two of you laugh and fall asleep together. Well Nayeon sleeps, you lay awake wondering why it feels like there's a knife in your chest.
The next morning after Nayeon leaves, you stay in your room all day, too scared to run into Wonyoung again, or even worse, Yoongi. Sadness overcomes you at the awkwardness in the situation with Wonyoung, Nayeon is already ready to ignore her texts, even though she hasn't reached out once since the two of you saw her in Yoongi's t-shirt. A sinister thought appears, was she ever really your friend? Was she really just trying to pull Yoongi this whole time. The boys were kind of famous on campus for being extremely good looking, funny and popular, and she did seem if anything a social climber. You could tell when she hung out with you and Nayeon it was only because she didn't have any better offers.
You needed to squash whatever feelings you had stirring for Yoongi. What started off as annoyance turned to hatred and that turned to you begging him to rip your dress off. Not the most normal, healthy room mate behaviour.
You decided to risk the kitchen in the early evening for some cereal to inhale, seen as you were starving. You'd heard a few of them making something to eat about 20 minutes ago and now it was empty. You couldn't be bothered for the questions of isolation and you definitely weren't ready to face Yoongi. You take a seat at the kitchen table, hoping no one decides to come in.
But as your lazily feeding yourself some Coco Pops, Jin quietly walks in. He doesn't say much, but he walks by and ruffles your hair before grabbing some crisps from the cupboard. On his way back he glances at you, taking in your eyebags and folded frame.
"Mario tonight?"
You meet his eyes and his lips part in concern.
"Maybe." You quickly look down at your soggy cereal.
"Okay...well, you know I'm around...if you want to talk."
You keep your eyes there until he silently exits the room.
After battling the fear of human communication, the sick feeling finally passes and you decide to go for a late night walk with Hobi, knowing he'll listen without judgement. Plus he's been dying for some tea.
"Who lies about having the shits?" He wrinkles his nose as the two of you glance over at the late night tennis players. "At least that Nayeon seems nice."
"She is. Although I am know scared to invite any friend over."
"Why?" Hobi nudges you. "You want to keep the seven of us all to yourself? Didn't take you for possessive, Y/N."
"Stop." You groan. "It's not that. It's just...I think she was just using me to get to who she really wanted."
"I mean the girl knows what she wants and how to get it." Hobi seems far away for a moment. "But you shouldn't be so down about it. You got played by someone you just met, oh well. What's with the depression era?"
"I'm far from depressed." You chuckle. "Just feel...icky."
"About Wonyoung?" He narrows his eyes.
"...Partly."
"Y/N! I knew there was something else! Spill."
You sigh heavily, but you desperately needed to tell someone. "Okay, so you know when me and Yoongi went home after the club?"
"Uhuh?" He's practically salivating.
"Hobi you have to swear you won't spread this around!"
"I won't!"
"I'll be the village slut!"
"I won't!"
"Okay. So we kind of hooked up. Me and Yoongi."
"Kind of?" Hobi gapes. "Like not all the way but-"
"Yes, yes, whatever you're thinking. That." You cut him off before he describes in great detail what he's imagining. "I'm just starting to stress. I thought it meant more to him than it did and...he's not the only one I've kissed."
"Wait, woah, hold on, questions." Hobi waves his arms. "Did you want it to mean more to him? And what do you mean by not the only one?"
"Okay, the last part doesn't really matter, I just mean I've had lots of fun with you boys and some more than others...but with Yoongi, I don't know, right now I can't say I want it to mean something. I just feel kind of used after seeing Wonyoung. I just thought he'd treat me with a bit more...decency. I thought we were at least friends."
"You are friends and he does really care about you, we all do." Hobi bites his lip, thinking. "I think Yoongi is just...a man whore. But he'd never put you in any sticky situations-"
"Ew."
"He knows how to take care of his shit." Hobi tells you. "But I'm sorry he made you feel like just one of his girls. I guarantee you are more than that."
"So what do I do? Just carry on as normal? Lectures have been hard enough." You push at a loose brick as you slowly round the corner back to your apartment. "We can't not sit together cos then that makes things obviously awkward, but sitting together is just as bad seen as we don't talk. My notes have never been so good."
Hobi laughs. "It's tough I know. I get why people say you shouldn't hook up with a room mate..."
"Really? Do people say that?" You say sarcastically, palming your forehead.
"But you're both mature adults. And hey I had no idea you kissed anyone else so this will work out just the same!"
You stop on the path, looking up at the light coming from your shared kitchen window. "I hate this." You whisper. "What if they start talking and find out I've kissed 3 of them and-"
"Hey." Hobi takes your hand and kisses you on the forehead. "I'm with you."
When the two of you step into the kitchen the smell of warm brownies floods your nostrils and for a second your heart skips at the memory of Jungkook cooking you waffles. But instead it's Namjoon.
"Ohhh, Namjoonie." Hobi peers into the mixture, way closer than he needs to be. "Didn't know you were a stoner!"
"No way." Joon shakes his head. "They're for the faculty so hands off. Can you imagine if I laced them with weed?"
"Would make for an early lunch." You add and Namjoon smiles at you.
"You okay? Not feeling well?" He asks.
"I'm better now." You nod.
"Good." He goes back to mixing. "Want to help me with this?"
"For free?" Hobi pulls a face.
"I wasn't asking you, funnily enough." Joon's eyes soften as he places them back on your form. "I could use your gentle hand for the pouring."
"You don't know my hands are gentle, but sure." You step up beside him and he holds his hands up in mock surrender. You glance at Hobi and he gives you a subtle thumbs up.
You still can't get to sleep that night, some buried thought still bugging you somewhere at the back of your brain. It's got to the point where you are so deliriously tired that you now wish it would come forward so you could deal with it, whether that be confrontationally or not.
Luckily you have the next day off to sleep, when you head back to class on Monday, you're well rested and non anxious.
That is, until you're faced with the empty seat beside Jungkook, who you also haven't spent alone time with since the club. Yoongi is no where to be seen, so it's just the two of you back in row six. "Hey." You sit down. "Where's Yoongi?"
"Ditching." He watches you. "You okay?"
"Yeah, sorry I've been MIA. Just having a shitty mental health week."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Jungkook reaches a muscly arm over the chair and pulls you into a hug. He smells so good. "Can I do anything to help?"
"As long as...we're good?" You hesitantly meet his eyes.
He cocks his head like a confused puppy. "Of course we're good. Why wouldn't we be?"
"Great!" You breathe a sigh of relief. "Just checking."
A slow smirk forms on Jungkook's face. "Okay. Well, there's definitely no problem on my end. I'm glad we're talking. Feel like I haven't seen you in ages, seen as we live together. I've missed you."
"I missed you too." You lower your voice as the lecturer steps up to the podium and begins his talk. "Let's do something this weekend."
"Sure." He smiles down at you. "I've got a spa day voucher I need to use. It's not really the guy's thing, but what about you and me?"
"I'd love to! I love the spa!"
"Great. Can't wait."
It was now time to see Taehyung. He'd been extremely busy with his course so this one wasn't entirely on you, but he was your best friend since you moved in and it didn't feel right going any longer without putting in the effort.
you: wyd tonight?
bestae: meant to be going to some party with jungkook but i don't think either of us are feeling it. why?
you: me and nayeon are going to the movies, want to come?
bestae: yeah defo :) is it cool if jungkook tags along? i don't wanna ditch him uno...
you: lol yeah ofc, we were speaking today about getting together soon anyway
When V knocks on your door later that night he's holding a small bunch of yellow flowers. "Heard you were having a shitty week." He smiles at your gasp.
"Ohhhh, you're so cute." You grab them and the place them in an empty vase. "Is Jungkook ready? We need to get Nayeon on the way."
"He's going to meet us there. Some errand or whatever."
It's a long walk or a short drive to the cinema, and seen as Nayeon lives closer to the latter, you and V begin the trek to knock for her. You pull your coat jacket around you, the October air picking up it's timely chill.
"So, do you wanna talk about this week?" V starts.
You sigh. "It's nothing important, really. Just...think I need to take a break from drinking."
"Oh, you got sick?" He raises an eyebrow.
"No, no. I just tend to make poor decisions."
"Don't we all." He smiles and glances at you. "How poor are we talking?"
You slowly meet his gaze with a sheepish expression.
His face drops. "Oh no."
A laughs escapes you. "You mean Hobi hasn't told everyone and their grandma yet?"
"HOBI KNOWS AND I DON'T?" He gapes.
"Shh!" You smack his arm softly. "Stop making me laugh. This isn't funny."
V can see that you're troubled by this. "What happened, Y/N?"
"I sort of hooked up with Yoongi after clubbing."
You expect him to yelp again or maybe even worse, give you a disgusted glare, but instead a soft smile grazes his lips and he looks down at the pavement. "That's it?"
You look up at him, blinking erratically. "What do you mean, that's it?" You sigh, putting your face in your hands. "Second year is over and it's just begun."
V stops walking and stands in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Y/N, we're in college. We're allowed to hook up with people."
"I know, but Tae, it's Yoongi. We live together and...it's more than that. You guys are my friends. The best friends I've had in a long time and you're all insanely gorgeous and if I keep fucking up around you all-"
V is laughing again. "Stop stressing, Y/N!" He smirks. "Thanks for the compliment."
You blush and if his hands weren't holding yours you'd be covering your face again.
"Look, I understand why you're anxious now. If it was anyone else, yeah I'd probably lecture them. But I promise you, nothing will fuck up the dynamic. And I mean, nothing. The boys and I have lived together a long time, we're used to sharing." He winks.
"Right." You snort. "Don't get any ideas. It was a one time thing!"
"Sure, sure." He grins.
After collecting Nayeon from her flat, you meet JK in the cinema lobby. He already has an empty box of popcorn in his hands.
"No way you finished a box already!" Nayeon grabs it, disappointed to find it is in fact empty.
"I planned to get another one." He smiles down at her, taking the box back and placing it in the bin nearby.
"Constipation here we come!" V sarks as Jungkook glares at him over the one arm hug he gives to Nayeon.
"What do you mean we? You and Jungkook share a stomach?" You laugh.
"Pretty much." Jungkook steps towards you. "He eats off my plate whenever I cook." He pulls you into a warm hug. "How you doing Pretty?" He murmurs into your hair.
"Good." You speak into another one of his Calvin Klein t-shirts, the kid should sponsor them. He holds you for another few seconds before pulling apart slowly.
"Actually, doesn't matter how much popcorn you have." Taehyung places his chin on Jungkooks shoulder, batting his eyelashes innocently. "You're about to shit yourself either way."
Jungkook's lazy smile fades as he snaps his head towards you. "We're watching a horror?"
"Yes!" You exclaim. "I told V to tell you..."
Jungkook glares at his old friend and Nayeon sighs. "Don't worry, Jungkook we're in it together."
You thought you were okay with horror as you and V laughed at Nayeon and Jungkook jumping during the pre-movie trailers. But when the movie started, you realised how wrong you were. You sat on the end, Jungkook beside you, followed by Nayeon, then Tae. You and Jungkook ended up trying to hide behind each other the whole time, fighting to use each others shoulders as shields playfully.
"I can't believe you haven't seen the original!" Taehyung falls into step beside you as you leave the theatre. "It's so much scarier."
"I thought that was the original!" You laugh. "I guess you'll have to show me some time."
"How about tomorrow morning? Specific I know, but I actually have it off. No morning lecture baby!" He dances in the lobby.
"Fine, I definitely need to watch a comedy or something tonight." You decide.
The living room is however occupied tonight by Jimin who's using the PS4. You end up getting interested in the game, sharing the blanket beside him. Jungkook grabs yet another snack and joins you. As the two fo you watch Jimin play, the 3 of you get closer together until you're all snuggling under the blanket. Your head rests on Jimins shoulder as Jungkook's arm circles your waist.
You watch as Jimin's video game character tries a running jump and misses it's target, dying a hilariously long death. For some reason you can't stop laughing, Jimin tries incredibly hard to beat the section of the game which causes you to laugh even more, Jungkook leans over you, his bunny smile all you can see.
"You're actually crying!" He laughs, wiping a tear from your eye. For the first time in a while, you're just happy it's not from sadness.
None of you hear the door open, but you do hear the unmistakably fake cough for attention. You all turn to look at Yoongi, who's just gotten in. He looks good in a white tee, the arms cut off, showing his shoulders.
You pull your eyes away from the skin to meet his eyes for the first time that week. You catch your breath as Jungkook leans back.
"'Sup?" Jungkook asks.
"Y/N can we talk?" Yoongi's eyes bore into yours. Jimin looks up from his game and eyes him with interest.
"Uh, sure." You push the blanket onto Jungkooks lap and stand, following Yoongi out into the hallway. You think he wants to talk out there, but he walks right into his bedroom.
"Oh." You swallow, following him in.
It looks bigger this time, maybe because the window is open, the light of the moon spilling white light onto the bed. You can't help but follow the light, remembering the events that transpired between the two fo you here. Then you remember what's happened since, and who else has been here too.
You look away as he sits on the desk chair, almost as if sitting on the bed gives him de ja vu to when you stood in between his legs-
"I want to apologise." He starts in a deep voice.
You turn to him. "Oh." You mumble again, like you've forgotten all words.
"I shouldn't have...hung out of with Wonyoung." He gulps. "She was your friend and I made things awkward. I'm sorry."
You fiddle with a trinket on his dresser. Trying to work out what exactly he was apologising for. It didn't sound like he was referring to your hookup. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think she was ever actually my friend."
"Why would that make me feel better?" There he goes, always answering with a question. He sighs. "It was pure behaviour from me, I crossed a line. I hope you can forgive me."
You look up at him. Crossed a line? By getting with one of your friends? You decide to test the waters. "You're allowed to hook up with whoever you want, Yoongi. Whether I introduce you to them or not." You pause and he waits for you to continue. "If she hadn't ghosted me the next day, it would have been pretty normal. But I think you giving into your usual impulses showed me who my real friends are. So thanks."
He opens his mouth and waits for the retort on that comment to come. When they don't, he relaxes into a relenting smile. "Glad I could be of service then." He meets your eyes with his dark ones. "Are we good?"
You hear your own anxious words repeated back at you. So you repeat Jungkooks response.
"Of course, why wouldn't we be?"
"Cool, cool." He nods. "Um, any idea what's going on with Jimin?"
The question catches you off guard. "Jimin?"
"He's being extra clingy and not leaving me alone." Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, messing up the wax. "I'll try and get Jin to take him out or something. Sorry, I'll let you get back to it. He seemed happier with you there."
"I'll keep a closer eye then." You turn to the door, then stop and decide to extend the olive branch even further. "Want to join us?"
Yoongi hesitates, biting his lip roughly. "Nah, its okay. Couch looked pretty full."
You nod. "Good night, then."
"Good night."
The original horror flick Taehyung was forcing you to watch the next morning actually had you on the edge of your seat. You absentmindedly played with Tae's hair as he laid in your lap, occasionally glancing up for your reaction to shocking scenes.
"Ouch!" He yelps as you tug a bit too hard when a character almost discovers a dead body hidden just out of view.
"Sorry!" You rub his head and he sits up, pouting. You giggle, grabbing his head forcefully. His eyes widen in shock as you pull him you, planting a big wet kiss on his head. You pull him away from you, holding his cheeks in your hands. "Big baby."
He stares at you, lips parted until you drop him and go back to watching the movie. Something stirs in his chest, and he decides just for that moment that he takes back what he said bout sharing.
"What?" You catch him looking at you more often than not as the movie goes on.
"Nothing. Look!" He points at the screen just as the murderer comes sprinting out of the darkness at the main character.
You scream, leaping off the cushion and landing in Taehyung's lap. You cling to him, burying your face in his neck. His hands are feather like on your waist, unsure whether to keep you there or not. "Y/N..." He whispers.
"Sorry." You lift your head, staring into his eyes with your fearful ones. You find you can't help taking in each of his features since you're this close. His eyes, so dark and full. His cheeks, red and flushed. His lips-
"Y/N." He taps you. "You should-" He shifts his crotch and you almost feel something hard against your thigh, but it's probably your imagination.
"Who wants to play this Squid Game board game I just bought-" Jimin bursts into the living room. "Oh!" He freezes when he notices your position.
"It's not-" You slide of Taehyung as he grabs for a pillow not so subtly. "We're watching a scary movie."
Jimin glances at the TV. "Right, and you got so scared you slipped and fell on Tae's dick?"
"Woah!" V puffs out his cheeks.
"Yes! But no! I-I'll play with you!" You stammer, eager to change the subject.
"I bet you will." He looks you up and down saucily.
"Just open the box, Jimin."
The rest of the week you spent catching up on reading for your classes. The library was actually decorated for Halloween this year, which fell on Sunday. Saturday morning you were up bright and early for your Spa day with Jungkook.
"Hey, so I've never actually been to one of these." You tell him as the two of you get out of his car in front of the white glass building 40 minutes from home.
"You've never been to a Spa?" He looks at you gobsmacked.
"Not a proper Spa, no...who paid for this?" You gesture at the gorgeous building that no doubt held an activity usually out of your budget.
"My dad got it for me last Christmas, never got round to using it." He holds the door open for you. "I used to go all the time though, it's good for the soul."
"Yeah, I bet." You take in the immediately calming atmosphere of the reception. "Damn, I'm already like, totally Zen." You close your eyes and pretend to practice your breathing.
"Come on, Cinderella." He pulls you over to the desk, soon enough the two of you are wearing warm towels on your face and laying side by side on two beds.
"Can we interest you in couples massage?" One of the Spa employees suggests.
Jungkook smirks as you suppress a laugh and decline the offer. What does a couples massage entail? The two of you massaging each other or both of you being massaged by someone else at the same time? Bit weird, you thought, even if the two of you were together.
Jungkook seems to be itching to get to the pool, so you don't make him wait any longer. He waits for you by the changing room exit. You decided on a black swimsuit with a zip down the middle. You check yourself in the mirror, and tug it down just a cm. It's a high cut in the crotch area too, showing a lot of leg and ass. You thank the heavens you decided to shave everywhere before coming.
When you find him after changing, he drinks you in appreciatively and discreetly. If you blinked you would have missed the way the corner of his mouth quirked up as his eyes roamed your curves. You on the other hand aren't sure how subtle you are. His body is something to marvel in. Golden skin carved by the Gods, this boy should be a model.
He turns to face you more then and you choke a little on air at the sight of his tattoo sleeve exposed fully, from his fingertips to his collarbone.
"Ready?" He smiles at you then, back to friendly.
"I hope it's not cold." You poke a toe in the water and are pleasantly surprised. "Oh, that's not bad!"
He looks at you funny. "Of course it's not cold. You'll only find pleasure here, Y/N."
You shiver all the same.
He jumps in, soaking you in water. You can't help by squeal. "Do you wanna die?" Your voice echoes around the empty pool.
"Get in." He kicks back, spreading himself out in the water. "You're prolonging the torture."
You know he's right. Before he can swim away, you jump, tucking your feet in to bomb the water surface right beside him. You come up to catch your breath and move your hair off your face. When you rub your eyes clean, he's closer than you expect.
"Oh!"
"Shh." His breath tickles your face. "I think the lifeguard isn't too happy with us."
You slowly turn and notice an employee padding along the linoleum nearby, a watchful eye on the two of you. "Oh no, is he going to kick us out?"
"No." Jungkook laughs. "I was just joking. He's not the lifeguard. Again, you won't be watched or judged here. We're paying to relax."
"Actually we're not paying for any of it."
"You know what I mean." He swats water at you. "There's cameras. They probably just keep an eye on us from the next room."
"That's even weirder."
"Let's give them a good show then." He reaches a hand behind you to steady himself on the floor, whilst also trapping you between him and the edge.
"A show?" You swallow.
"Yeah. Let's race."
"Let's- wait what?"
"Let's go from this wall to the other side. Ready and go!" He pushes off and starts front stroke to the other end of the pool.
"Jungkook!" You push off both feet and kick after him, obviously you're not match for him. By the time you get to the other side, you're panting. You can no longer feel the floor under your feet and you're not quite at the wall yet.
Jungkook is laughing. "Need some help?"
"Please!"
"Damn girl, we need to get you to the gym." He says as he pulls you by the hands, placing them on the wall beside him.
"One: can't afford it, Two: you cheated, and Three-" You catch your breath, leaning your chin on the linoleum. Jungkook pats your head.
"It's not fair, you got me feeling like jelly and relaxed before forcing me to compete against you. Ask me again after I warm up, Bunny boy."
"Bunny boy?" He laughs.
"Duh." You gesture at his cute smile. "Plus you've got the stamina of a rabbit."
"Is this you reading me again?" He smirks.
"I mean anyone can see it." You pant. "Your future wife / certain girls on campus are real lucky."
He barks a short loud laugh, throwing his head back. You get a strange urge to kiss his neck. Luckily your urges are under your control right now. You swim slowly to the shallow end, now you remember how swimming can be relaxing, when you're not racing against Jeon Jungkook, that is. If you stand now, almost half your body would be out of the water.
When you turn around, Jungkook is floating towards you.
"Thank you for bringing me, Kook."
"Of course." He looks surprised. "I'm glad I could share this experience with you." You both smile at each other. "Mind if I do some laps?"
"Go for it." You grin.
You sit on the edge, watching him ripple up and down on the surface a few times, until finally he makes his way back to you. He stands in front of you, water dripping off his body. You can't help but stare. He moves the water with his hand, grazing your knee. "Getting back in?"
"In a minute. It's still kind of cold for my liking."
"Sorry it's not like your boiling hot baths, Y/N." He teases you.
"I guess it's my own fault then." You flick your hair.
"You should have more cold showers. It's good for you." Jungkook places a hand either side of you on the linoleum. "I'll warm you up." He starts breathing hot air on your neck and arms, tickling you. You giggle and part your knees at the sensation. He takes this opportunity to slide his waist in between your legs. Your breathing gets faster as his mouth stops blowing and lips graze along your cheekbone.
"What are you doing?" You sigh, moving your head to the side, which only allows him further access to your neck.
"I don't know, what am I doing?" He plants a wet kiss on your neck, guiding his mouth to your cheek.
"Jungkook..." You breathe.
"Yes, Y/N." He brushes his lips against yours but doesn't press down just yet.
"Friends don't kiss." You murmur, almost hoping he can't hear.
"Yes they do." He moves his nose against yours softly. "Friends can kiss any time they like. We've done it before."
Well he is right. You can't find a flaw with his logic right now. You're wet in more ways than one. "Okay." You melt under him, it's not fair. "Just a little bit."
"Mhm, just a little."
You press your lips to his and your legs widen even more, inviting him closer. As his tongue is granted access to your mouth, his hands grab your hips and pull you towards him. He's hard. You moan into his mouth and he repeats the noise in a deeper tone. You move your hips against him, earning a whimper from him. His tongue licks against yours and his hands roam higher.
Where your first kiss was funny and what felt sexual at the time, it was nothing compared to the closeness of you now. Nearly naked with soaking skin. His swimming trunks strained against him, he prods into you through the material and you groan deeply.
Almost instantaneously, the two of you suddenly remember where you are and break apart. He hangs his head, catching his breath whilst your eyes dart around, relieved to find your still alone. You eye the camera awkardly.
"Well, we gave them a show at least." You snort.
"Yeah." He sinks back into the water. "Guess that was more than a little bit."
"We should probably go and...cool off."
"Agreed."
You almost pull Jungkook into your cubicle but decide against it at the last minute. Surprisingly you're not worried this time about your actions, maybe because you both kissed before and laughed it off. The time it takes you to get changed kills some of the horny-ness, and the walk back to the car is taken up by the the sound of heavy rain as you both sprint across the carpark.
"Well I guess we can't get anymore wet!" You exclaim, flicking chlorine out of your already wet hair.
Jungkook bursts out laughing again as he fumbles for his car key.
The rain is still pouring by the time you get to the apartment. You both walk up to the door and you pat your pockets. "Shit, I forgot my key card."
"Oh shit." He pulls out his phone.
"You didn't bring yours?" You gape.
"Only my room key." He shrugs. "I figured you'd have one to get inside."
"Great." You tut. "Let's hope someone answers.
"Yeah, Jin-Hyung." Jungkook is already speaking on the phone. "Let us in please...Funny. I'm with Y/N. Okay, bye." He hangs up and looks down at you. "He's coming."
2 minutes later, Jin opens the lobby door. Jungkook pushes past him and heads quickly for the elevator.
"You're welcome!" Jin calls to him before looking at you. "I only came down because you were here. That kid owes me my leftover chicken."
"Jin, that chicken was old as hell. He did your stomach a favour." He tell him, following him inside.
"How was your spa day?" He asks.
"It was...rejuvenating."
After tucking into some ramen and taking a long warm shower, you throw on some sweats and decide to take the bins out. It's your turn after all, and you had some more energy to kill. Thankfully the rain had stopped, leaving a smell in the air that you always favoured. As you're just closing the lid to the giant recycling outside, the lobby door opens and Yoongi storms out. He skids to a stop when he sees you.
"Oh hey, it's your night again?"
You walk over. "Um, yeah, it's been a week. Where are you going at this time?"
"Just-nowhere." He runs a hand through his hair. "Just going for a drive."
"Oh." You nod, watching him. He looks up at the windows for a moment.
"Want to come?"
You jolt at the sudden eye contact, not that he notices. You're wide awake, he looks stressed and like he needs someone to talk to.
"Sure." Luckily you already brought your phone down with you, so you follow him to his car in the lot round the corner.
The moon is bright again, you watch the lights of the bars whizz by as you drive through the college town.
"So, what are you planning on writing about for the assignment?" He breaks the silence.
"You mean the big one before Christmas? We have ages to decide." You side eye him.
"We do, but I know you've already decided." He glances at you.
You snort. "The importance of cinematography in storytelling."
He smirks at his ability to read you, but it fades quickly as another thought passes by him. "I think Jungkook is doing something similar." He glances at you for your reaction.
"That's cool. Probably loads of students are writing about similar topics. At least 50 will be doing it on zombies." You scoff.
"That's actually what I was thinking about doing." He states bluntly.
"Oh!" You gasp. "I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sure you'll give a niche perspective-"
He laughs. "I know, relax."
You breathe out. "So, is that what you're stressing about? The essay?"
"Who says I'm stressed?" He doesn't look at you, but he grips the wheel tighter.
"Um, you. Everything about your demeanour." You gesture. "No one goes on a night drive unless they need to think. Or not think..."
He blinks slowly, fond of your babbling. "You know, I'm glad you came. You're very...distracting."
"Well, I hope not. I'd like to get home in one piece, thanks."
"I mean from the stuff going on in my head." He chuckles.
You raise a brow. "Wanna talk about it?"
He looks at you for a beat before turning into a gas station. "I need to get some fuel." He gets out of the car pretty quickly after pulling in, to fill up the tank. You sit in the passenger seat fiddling with your phone. You watch him head inside the station to pay. He returns a few minutes later and throws something firm and furry at you.
"Ah!" You catch a red panda plushy. "What's this?"
"It reminded me of the one from the arcade." He re-starts the engine. "You still like those right?"
"Of course." You smile. "You're so cute. Thank you."
He blushes at the compliment. "I'm cute."
He drives back out onto the winding roads, circling back towards campus. He puts on the radio, Red Velvet playing at a comfortable volume.
"I think I've got some mint chocolate in that draw there if you want some." He clears his throat.
You open the draw and rummage through the random things. A star-fish car freshener that he's yet to hang up, a couple of CDs, classical and pop. An old DS game, and finally the chocolate.
"How old is this and how is it not melted?" You peer at the wrapper suspiciously.
"I put it there yesterday." He rolls his eyes. "Plus it's only getting colder. You got your outfit for Halloween yet?"
"I have some options." You tell him as the apartment building comes back into view. "Can't wait to see you dressed up, I can't lie."
"Mhm, the feeling is mutual." He parks the car and you hug the panda to your chest, a little too forcefully. Maybe if you squeeze it hard enough your heart will stop beating so fast.
There's a moment when you both sit in the stationary car without moving. You're about to speak when Yoongi throws the door open and steps out. You follow him.
"Thanks for keeping me company." He stretches. "I usually like to be alone, but it's weird how much I prefer you being around."
"Anytime." You smile.
You both chat on the way up to the apartment and you're pleased to be back to normal with Yoongi. Him calling you into his room the other day was way too serious, it was moments like these that seemed to fix everything.
As you pull out your room key in front of your room, he lifts a hand in a friendly way and starts backward to his room. In a moment of overwhelming gratitude and peak relaxation from today, you patter towards him and envelope him in a hug. He's stiff at first, but welcomes you gladly, closing his arms around your back. He smells like expensive cologne.
"Good night, Yoongs."
"Goodnight, Y/N."
END OF PART 5
hope you enjoyed this mixture of moments, see you for part 6, halloween <3
