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Jungkook’s never been a huge fan of the university’s standard issue mattresses. No matter how much they might want you to believe otherwise, college’s value affordability and savings over student comfort (unless the students are paying extra for that comfort). That’s why he’s not too surprised that he’s waking up another morning to a sore neck and aching body. And because the universe loves him so much, he’s even waking up with a huge headache and the sun streaming through his window is so bright that he has no intentions of opening his eyes any time soon.
“Wait, guys, back up. I think he’s waking up,” a nice, deep voice seemed to appear suddenly out of nowhere.
Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in confusion because that definitely wasn’t his roommate, Yugyeom’s, voice beside him.
“Hey, Jungkook right? Are you okay?” This voice was much higher in pitch, almost twinkling, but laced with underlying worry.
Not one, but two voices? Who the hell is in my room? Jungkook opened his eyes slowly, curiosity getting the best of him as to who could possibly be bothering him when he has an obvious headache and the sunlight outside is just too bright for anyone to function. But when Jungkook opened his eyes, he wasn’t met with the face of his best friend but that of… Park Jimin??? And what looked like his infamous partner-in-crime and lacrosse team honey babe, Kim Taehyung.
Jungkook, couldn’t guess for the life of him why they’d be in his dorm room.
“Jungkook? Are you okay?” The twinkling voice--which Jungkook now realized was Park Jimin-- asked again.
“Jungook, I’m sooo so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and I missed the goal completely and I didn’t even see you walking there and-- shit, Jiminnie, Yoongi’s gonna hate me now .” Jungkook couldn’t really tell if it was because of his throbbing headache, or because he was just clueless but he honestly had no idea what was going on.
Once his eyes had begun to adjust to the sunlight, Jungkook took in his surrounding. He processed the fact that he was on what looked like the university’s lacrosse field (which would explain what Taehyung had just said), and then his mind was suddenly flooded with the memories of Yoongi forcing him to write some story on Park Jimin and an even more vivid memory of tanned, muscular, smooth, flexible, thiccTM le--
“Jungkook?” Park Jimin asked again, his eyes filled with concern and wow, he’s really fucking pretty isn’t he?
Jimin, Taehyung, and the others circled around Jungkook (who now realized he was not sprawled out on his familiar dorm room bed but on the lacrosse field turf) waiting expectantly. Oh, yeah, a response. That’s probably a thing.
“I--I think I’m okay? My head hurts alot though? What happened?” Jungkook asked before he raised a timid hand to his forehead, flinching visibly when he felt a rather large bump forming by his temple.
“Okay guys, I think he’s okay, we’ll just let him in on how he got to this point.” Taehyung said to everyone that had come over to check on the unfortunate boy. In a few seconds, only Jimin and Taehyung remained, everyone else having dispersed as their respective practices had apparently come to an end already.
After everyone left, Taehyung turned back to Jungkook.
“Well, I sort of assaulted you with my lacrosse ball when you were walking across the field? I PROMISE I DIDN’T MEAN TO THOUGH AND PLEASE DON’T TELL YOONGI!”
“Yoongi?” Jungkook asked. He couldn’t really see what his small hyung had to do with the lacrosse team’s star honey babe, but whatever, he wasn’t here for Taehyung anyway.
“Wha-what Taehyungie means is, you got knocked in the head by a ball gone rogue that he threw and we just wanna make sure that you’re doing fine.” This was Jimin, eyes no longer filled with concern but just a neutral, somewhat caring expression.
“Oh… well… I think I’m okay? I should have paid more attention anyway.” He glanced quickly at Jimin before averting his gaze, hoping the harsh sunlight was enough to cover for his blushing. “I guess I was just a little lost in my thoughts…”
A sudden look of remembrance crossed Taehyung’s face. “Oh!” Taehyung reached behind himself and turned around with Jungkook’s camera bag in his hands. “You dropped this. Lucky it was in this bag, so I don’t think it’s broken.” Jungkook sat up and gratefully took the bag from Taehyung.
“Thank you, my hyung would have killed me if anything happened to this. I actually came here to interview you,” Jungkook gestured to Jimin, “for the newspaper.”
“Oh, uh… okay. I mean it’s the least I could do I guess considering you almost died to get it.” Jimin and Taehyung giggled and stood up, extending an arm to finally lift Jungkook off of the ground. “We can do it over there by on the bleachers now that everyone’s gone. ”
The interview with Park Jimin (and a watching Taehyung) went well. Jungkook hated to admit it, but some of Park Jimin’s responses were actually quite amazing and it was obvious that there was more to the guy than his gorgeous tan thighs and nice as-- a pretty face. The university junior dance major equated his choice of the uniform skirt over pants as a choice he felt he deserved. He claimed that by taking a step in the direction away from a society that relies on foundational gender norms was a step in the direction of progress and peace. The elder brought up how gender and the various things attributed to it were simply all social constructions. He spoke of how young boys in the 1880s and long before weren’t unaccustomed to feeling of wearing a dress and how many traditional hanboks looked a lot like dresses too. Then, he went on to note how, as someone that specializes in contemporary and modern dance, he sees his fair share of male dancers be criticized and ignorantly judged for their uniforms and the style of dances that they practice. And once the interview was over and Jungkook had a flattering photo of Jimin (read: the first picture of Jimin that he took) for the story, Jimin and Taehyung bid Jungkook farewell with warm smiles on their face before heading off to do whatever it is the social elite do on a Wednesday evening.
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From: Yoongibear♡
Kook
Did you get the interview?
I’m still waiting in the clubroom so when you get back i’ll drive us home
Don’t bother showing up tho if you didn’t have the balls to go thru with it or if anything happened to my bby
*camera-- whoops autocorrect’s a bench
**bitch
To: Yoongibear♡
Suuuure, autocorrect
& chill hyung
I got your interview
And i got fucking assaulted over it too so you’re buying dinner and letting me spend the night
From: Yoongibear♡
Sahdjkf learn some fucking respect
“you’re buying dinner and letting me spend the night” my ass
To: Yoongibear♡
...
From: Yoongibear♡
…
To: Yoongibear♡
(╥_╥)
From: Yoongibear♡
(ლ‸－)
To: Yoongibear♡
(ಥ﹏ಥ)
From: Yoongibear♡
Fine.
Brat.
凸(￣ヘ￣)
See if I ever let you do an actual story again
To: Yoongibear♡
Luv u hyung
♡ (⇀ 3 ↼)
From: Yoongibear♡
Luv u 2 brat
Jungkook and Yoongi had been attached at the hip since Jungkook was born. Jungkook’s dad and Yoongi’s dad had been roommates in college and stayed in contact over the years even after Yoongi’s dad became a very successful company exec. And when both families were finally in the possession of their own kids, they made sure to meet up frequently with the ideal thought that their sons would become the best of friends like their fathers were. To say the least, they did. Although Jungkook and Yoongi lived in different cities, they kept in touch as much as they could. Neither of the two being social butterflies, it was a relationship that they cherished. Then, when it was Jungkook’s turn to go off to college, it didn’t take much to persuade his parents to let him go to the same university that Yoongi went to.
With a slight creak of the metal bleachers, Jungkook got up to head back to the journalism building where the newspaper team met regularly and Yoongi was waiting. The Seoul International University campus wasn’t too active at this time of day. By now, the dining halls were already about to close and not too many people were left mingling around, so Jungkook put in his headphones and pressed shuffle on one of his numerous playlists to make the nine minute journey back more bearable.
The sky had smoothly transitioned from its early bright blue hue to a mixture of yellow and orange as the sun began to set. Jungkook tapped his keycard to get access into the journalism building (access that was only granted to faculty members and pre-approved students past 7:30pm) and turned down the corridor. Once he reached the room with the large 592 on the door, Jungkook knocked on the window before turning the door handle, pulling out his headphones, and walking in.
Yoongi looked up from his designated desk in the corner at Jungkook as the younger walked further into the room. He pulled off his Beats and pulled the band back around his notebook before tucking them both in his backpack and getting up to leave.
“Hey Kook. Let me just lock up and then we can head out. You don’t have to put the camera in the cabinet yet. I have some footage on there I want to go ahead and put into this month’s draft later so…”
Once everything was locked up and Jungkook and Yoongi grabbed all of their things, they left for the student parking decks. Two stories of stairs later and a string of curses from Min Yoongi supposed athlete, they were unlocking the doors to Yoongi’s BMW.
“So,” Yoongi began as they pulled out of the parking lot and made their way to his apartment building. “Was Park Jimin as much as an ass hat as you thought he was or did you learn from your mistake? Hmm?” Jungkook didn’t need to look at Yoongi, the smirk and I told you so were clear in his voice.
“He was okay. You know what was actually the most surprising thing that happened though? Jimin’s friend, Taehyung, mentioned you a couple of time.” Now Jungkook was the one smirking.
“Wai--wait really?” Yoongi asked.
Jungkook turned the full 180 degrees from his window to stare at his best friend with wide eyes. “Holy shit hyung! Is there something going on between you too? HOLY SHIT HYUNG!”
“OH, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! Home sweet home, you’d better get upstairs quickly before the fried chicken guy comes with our order.”
Jungkook audibly sighed, “Nice deflection. But you're pale as fuck Yoongs, and your face is as bright as a tomato.”
Jungkook could hear the sounds of Yoongi choking as he walked up the stairs to their apartment unit.