Pretty in Pink PDF

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim Seokjin | Jin
Character: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Min Yoongi | Suga,
Kim Taehyung | V, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jackson Wang
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Blogging, Pastel!Jin,
Underground!Namjoon, Pansexual!Taehyung, Bisexual!Yoongi,
namjin - Freeform, One-sided Yoonseok, Referenced TaeKook,
Angst, Humor, Fluff, Romance, Homophobia, Eventual Smut, Explicit
Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Drunk Oral Sex, Explicit Language,
Yoongi has a potty mouth, Homophobic Language, Slow Burn,
Coming Out, Self-Acceptance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Brief
appearances from Jungkook, Brief appearances from Jimin,
Appearances from other idols, Sexuality Crisis, Internalized
Homophobia, Angst with a Happy Ending
Series: Part 1 of Love Yourself
Stats: Published: 2016-06-29 Completed: 2016-08-10 Chapters: 14/14
Words: 67018
Pretty in Pink
by Profound_Felicity
Summary
On the Internet, college senior Kim Seokjin is known as the Pink Princess: a blogger that
inspires his thousands of followers by not being afraid to accept and be himself. In real life,
he is known as "that weirdo wearing girly clothes."
Seokjin is aware that he is not the type of person you’d expect to wear pastel fashion. He's
not short. He doesn’t have a feminine face. He's not tiny and frail, his broad shoulders
attesting to that. People look at him strangely, some going as far as to call him names.
Despite this, Seokjin doesn’t allow the judgment from others to stop him from liking what
he likes (including people of the same sex).
However, Seokjin's confidence and acceptance of who he is will be tested when he falls
for an underground rapper who is more troubled than he lets on.
College AU. Pastel!Jin and Underground!Namjoon

Chapter 1
Chapter Summary
When Seokjin moves into Gidae University's campus for the last time, he doesn't
expect anything to be different from previous years. However, Seokjin is unaware
that his grumpy roommate would be the catalyst for forging new friendships.
Chapter Notes
Hey guys! Let me tell you one thing about this story. Pretty in Pink, which solely
deals with Seokjin and Namjoon, is only one part of a paralleled story. So all time
gaps and unanswered questions in this story will be revealed in a second part, My
Lovely Lilac, with Taehyung and Jungkook. Depending on how things turn out,
there may be a part 3, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
Be mindful of the tags! I don’t want anyone to be triggered.
Enjoy the chapter, and I’ll see you at the bottom!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~.~.~.~.~.~
Ah, it’s nice to be back… Twenty-two year old Kim Seokjin sighed to himself.
The familiar foliage filled entrance to Gidae University welcomed him in. Despite cars lining up
the streets and the parking lots, there was something so serene about it. Seokjin rolled down his
car window, letting the summer breeze whip through his bleached blond hair.
After weaving through several streets, he arrived at the Grand Apartments, his place of residence
for his last year in college. He gazed at the four tall buildings, smiling softly. The coed housing
had been his home since sophomore year, and he felt a little wistful that this would be the last time
he would be moving his stuff into the place.
The tall trees lining the complex granted him shade as he pulled in. There were already a crowd of
students flocking around, chatting with each other. Some were milling around the fountain
centerpiece, sweating from the heat. However, one loud voice brought him back to reality.
“Why the fuck is that dude driving a pink car?”
Kim Seokjin rolled his eyes as he tried to find a parking spot in the complex. The outburst from a
passing college student didn’t surprise him at all. This was a daily occurrence. His pink Mini
Cooper always garnered attention from those around him. However, most of the attention was on
the fact that Seokjin was a guy, proud of having such a car.
Seokjin didn’t really care enough to defend his choice in the custom paint job. This was his last
year at Gidae University, and quite possibly his last year in Seoul as well. He had too many things
as a senior to worry about, and judgmental comments from random punks wasn't one of them.
Seokjin managed to squeeze into a parking space a little ways away from the apartment building
he had been assigned to. Moving day was always hectic, and the swarm of students mixed with
the mid-August heat made it worse. Seokjin rolled up his window and shut the engine off. He ran
a hand through his hair as he reached into the glove department to pull out his room assignment
and instructions.
“Apartment Building C, Room 208.” Seokjin murmured to himself. “I wonder if my roomie is

there yet…”
His roommate this year was a junior by the name of Min Yoongi. The two conversed briefly by
text when they found out they would be rooming together. Seokjin was a bit wary at first, since
his luck with getting decent roommates had been shit. The fact that Yoongi was a music major
concerned him a bit as well. He didn’t feel like being kept up at night by various musical
instruments and electronic synths. Yoongi assured him that he would either be wearing
headphones while he’s composing or be in the College of Liberal Art's music studio, to Seokjin’s
relief.
In turn, Yoongi teased Seokjin not to keep him up at night by acting out scenes from Broadway
plays. That tickled Seokjin. Yes, he is an acting major, but he never thought about performing in
musicals. He has had vocal training, and was in the top choir all throughout high school. He
would keep musicals in mind.
Spotting a station with dollies for luggage, Seokjin got out of his gaudy car, closed his eyes, and
stretched his arms. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with about twenty other pairs of
eyes, all wide in shock. Some in disgust.
Seokjin laughed to himself. My presence around this university is no secret. I’m still surprised
people still don’t know about me. Should I wear a sign that says ‘I LIKE PASTEL FASHION’?
Distressed lilac dungarees and a baby pink quarter-sleeved shirt being worn on someone with
Seokjin’s stature, let a lone a man, is apparently a lot for his college peers to take in. The
dungarees hugged his hips deliciously, and the legs were rolled up just above his knees to show
off his toned and smoothly shaved calves. His pale pink combat boots completed the look.
Seokjin snickered at the stares he was getting. Imagine how they would react if they knew I liked
guys as well.
“He’s so tall and handsome, yet he’s wearing girly clothes.” A girl whispered to her friends.
“Wait, look at his fingernails! Are they pink?!”
“Is that eyeshadow on his face? Is that lip gloss?”
“What a fag.” A guy spat.
Seokjin smirked as he confidently strode to the dolly station.
Oh, yeah. The Pink Princess is back, bitches!
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Seokjin brought a total of ten boxes plus a pale pink suitcase. Four of the boxes consisted of his
microwave, Wii U, rice cooker, and a mini refrigerator. He loaded those three items up on the
dolly first. After locking his car, Seokjin wheeled his electronics to apartment building C. There
was a long line of people waiting to use the elevator, stretching all the way outside the four story
building.
There was a check in desk just outside the door, so Seokjin went over there first. There were eight
college students with name tags waiting. All eight were wearing Gidae University’s school colors:
burgundy and white.
The students at the check in desk were always the RAs for whatever building students were
assigned to.
I wonder who’ll be my RA this year? Seokjin wondered to himself.
He lived in the campus apartment building for the last two years, and the two RAs he had disliked
him. Seokjin knew it was because of his fashion sense and his tendency to make out with his
boyfriend in the community hub lounge. The RA this year won’t have to worry about that, since
Seokjin and his boyfriend broke up. He bit his lip, willing the memory of his ex to disappear as he
approached the check in desk.
“Hello!” A female RA with brown hair and a pretty smile greeted him. There was no judgment in
her eyes. “My name is Bae Irene! Welcome back to Gidae University. Can I have your name so I
can check you in?”
Seokjin recognized her. She was the captain of Gidae University’s dance team last year, the same
one his younger friend is in. She completed her bachelor’s degree last year and is now in grad
school. She’s no doubt taking on the role of an RA to save money.
“Kim Seokjin.” Seokjin smiled sweetly.
“Alright, Seokjin, your RA will be Park Chanyeol.” Irene gestured to a tall man, taller than
Seokjin, with dark brown hair and a cute face. “He has your room key with your fob to enter the
building. Please speak with him.”
“Thank you, noona.” Seokjin bowed slightly.
“By the way, I love your outfit! You’re gonna have to show me where you shop sometime.” Irene
gushed. “I’m the RA on the second floor as well, on the girls’ side. So I’ll definitely be seeing you
around.”
“Yeah, that’ll be fun.” Seokjin grinned widely.
Feeling great, he stepped over to Chanyeol. The RA’s face did not match his body, Seokjin
decided. The giant had big eyes, like a child.
“Hello, Seokjin!” Chanyeol said brightly. “As soon as I saw that you were on my floor, I was so
excited!”
Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
Chanyeol leaned in to speak discreetly. “I was an RA for the first time last year, and I kept hearing
stories about you from one of the RAs. He kept complaining about your “indecency”, as he called
it. But I didn’t think of it like that. You’re just confident. Since then, I really wanted to meet the
guy who isn’t afraid to be himself. And when they weren’t complaining about you, they said you
made some bomb ass food. You’ll have to cook for our floor sometime, yeah?”
Seokjin was touched by Chanyeol’s friendly words. He has had a few people come up to him in
the past to express kindness, claiming him to be an inspiration. A light in the dark of
discrimination and bullying.
“Yeah, sure I’ll cook sometime.” He replied.
“Awesome! In return, feel free to be as “indecent” as you want.” Chanyeol joked, rummaging
through a drawer filled with keys and fobs. “You’re in room 208, right? Ah, here!” He handed
Seokjin his key and fob. “Your roommate checked in about a half an hour ago. He kinda scared
me with his expression. He looked like a grumpy old grandpa. But I’m sure you’ll break him out
of his shell!”
Seokjin waved goodbye as he got in line with his dolly to start moving his stuff in. Min Yoongi
didn’t seem so scary over text. But then again, you can’t read a person’s personality through
words alone. Despite this, Seokjin was very excited to meet his roommate.
Others weren’t so excited to meet Seokjin, though. The stares from the other students didn’t lessen
in the half an hour Seokjin waited in line. Seokjin took it all in stride, his proud posture never
dropping. His phone vibrating in his pocket was a welcome distraction. He smiled when he saw
who texted him.
From: Hoseokie, 2:31pm
Hey, hyung! Have you arrived yet??
Jung Hoseok is the younger student that was on Irene’s dance team. He met the boy last year.
Seokjin was the TA for a freshman English language class, and he had taken a liking to Hoseok’s
outgoing personality immediately. When others snickered about Seokjin’s clothes, the dance major
outwardly complimented him, saying he looked prettier than any of the girls in the room.
Hoseok desperately needed help with his English. He had a meager understanding on how
English grammar worked, and Seokjin was more than happy to help him during his office hours.
He was the only one who ever came to the TA hours.
Even after the fall semester ended and Seokjin was no longer Hoseok’s TA, the two still hung out.
Hoseok confided in him about his dance routines, raps he wrote, and his girlfriend Son Wendy.
The two have been dating for two years now, and have gotten closer thanks to Seokjin’s
guidance.
Seokjin will be a freshman English TA again this year. He gets paid by the hour, and it’s nice to
have a little extra money to save. But he knows it won’t be the same without Hoseok in the class.
He chuckled to himself as he typed out his reply.
To: Hoseokie, 2:33pm
Yeah, I just started moving my stuff into the apartments.
You would have been joining me if you submitted your housing request on time!
Since Hoseok is a sophomore now, he was eligible to live in the campus apartments. Seokjin had
warned him that submitting a request is like buying concert tickets. It’s first come, first serve, and
you had to be online early so you could get the apartment you want. However, Hoseok
procrastinated, and his request was denied. He has to spend another year in the dorms.
Jinnie, don’t rub that in my face!
Seokjin repressed the urge to make an obligatory dick joke. He decided to wait as Hoseok
continued to type.
From: Hoseokie, 2:35 pm
At least my roommate’s cool. He’s a sophomore too and a music major. He spent his first year of
college studying in America.
He’s fluent in English, so he’s totally gonna help me with my homework.
You’ve been replaced, hyung :P
That’s fine. That must mean he’s replacing me as your chef too, right?
Nooooooo! You’re cooking for me until the day I die! Even when you graduate this year, you’re
not leaving me to starve.
Besides, my roomie Namjoonie said he can’t cook to save his life. I’ve already labeled him the
god of destruction.
2:38pm
He’s only been in the dorm for an hour and he’s already knocked over boxes, spilled water, and
stubbed his toe.
Haha, he sounds like an interesting guy. You’ll have to introduce me to him.
Yeah, I will! He’s very cool! He’s an underground rapper as well. He goes by the name Rap
Monster.
There’s a special club where rappers go to showcase their stuff, and he’s already invited me to
participate!
If I go, will you come see me?
Of course I will. Give me the time and place and you know I’ll be there.
I gotta go, it’s my turn to get into the elevator.
Yeah, see you later! Be sure to feed me today! <3
Seokjin pocketed his phone and squeezed the dolly and himself into the elevator. The short ride to
the second floor was quiet and awkward, no one making a sound. Grateful to escape the tense
atmosphere, the blond wheeled his electronics to room 208. He fumbled to remove his keys from
his pocket, but the door opened before he could finish. The first thing he saw was a mop of light
grey hair.
Oh my god, is my roommate actually a grandpa? Seokjin wondered, panicking slightly.
He looked down and sighed in relief when he saw a young face. Despite that, the frown on his
face made him look like an elderly man.
“Hello, Yoongi!” Seokjin greeted brightly. He felt his stomach sink slightly. His roommates from
freshman and sophomore year were homophobic pieces of shit, and they made Seokjin’s life hell.
He hoped the frown on Yoongi’s face wasn’t meant for him.
“It’s about time you showed up, hyung.” Yoongi said sharply, stepping back inside. “I got tired of
telling everyone who came to my door to fuck off.”
Seokjin tilted his head in confusion. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
“A bunch of punks who evidently knew you from last year came to my door, calling you a fag
and warning me to watch out.” Yoongi clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I told them all to fuck
off and not call you out of your name. Otherwise, I would kick their asses.”
Seokjin felt his heart warm. “Wow… you didn’t have to do that.”
“Please,” Yoongi waved off Seokjin’s concern. “The LGBTQ community has to stick together.”
Seokjin’s lips parted as he wheeled the dolly inside. “So you’re…?”
“Bi.” Yoongi finished for him. “And by the way, I don’t care about what clothes you wear. I
always judge someone based on their personality. Besides… that outfit looks kinda good on you,
to be honest.”
Seokjin laughed heartily. “Thanks, Yoongi-yah! So, which room is mine?”
“Left.” He replied curtly, going back into his room on the right.
Seokjin gazed at the apartment. There were two bedrooms and one bathroom they had to share. In
the middle was a medium sized kitchen, which Seokjin was more than pleased about. It has a full
size refrigerator, a stove, an oven, and a table with three chairs. It lacked a microwave, which
Seokjin was more than happy to supply.
In front of the kitchen was a mini living room with one couch, a table, and a stand with room for a
TV and a gaming system. The TV was already set up. They had agreed over text that if Yoongi
brought his TV, Seokjin would bring his Wii U, since Seokjin had shared that he loved Nintendo
games.
Seokjin wrinkled his nose as he entered his bedroom. The burgundy carpet was fine, but the lack
of color on the walls was depressing. Seokjin dumped his electronic devices on the floor as he
surveyed his room. A simple twin bed was pressed up against the left side of the room. A desk, a
chair, and a closet decorated the right side. The room had one large window with the A/C and
heater directly beneath it. Seokjin had enough posters and pictures to pretty up the place.
Seeing that Yoongi had holed himself up in his room, Seokjin wheeled the dolly back downstairs
without another word to collect the rest of his belongings.
Maybe this will be a good year after all.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
It was around five o’clock when Seokjin finished moving and unpacking all of his stuff. It was
also the same time he discovered Yoongi was actually a grandpa. Seokjin insisted that he and
Yoongi go shopping for food immediately. Yoongi had mistakenly told Seokjin that he doesn’t eat
much, usually just pizza. The confession made Seokjin shift into Hoseok calls his "parent mode."
“Pizza is now and forevermore banned from this apartment!” Seokjin had declared. “C’mon,
we’re going to the store right now!”
Yoongi protested, just wanting to lay around and relax. Seokjin was having none of it, and used
his hyung card and the promise of a delicious meal to get the twenty-one year old to comply.
To his surprise, Yoongi didn’t even flinch when Seokjin approached and unlocked his pink Mini
Cooper.
“Whoever did the paint job did a good job.” Was all Yoongi had to say about it.
Seokjin turned on the radio as he backed out of his parking spot. A Kanye West song started to
play, and Yoongi’s expression brightened for the first time since Seokjin arrived.
“You like hip hop?” Seokjin inquired, grateful for a conversation starter.
Yoongi nodded eagerly. “You kidding me? Of course. Hip hop is my life. I have no idea where I
would be without it. I compose and write raps myself, you know.”
“Oh?” Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “I have a friend who writes his own raps, too. His name is Jung
Hoseok. I think you’d like him. He’s a big ball of sunshine. Since I’m cooking anyway, do you
mind if I invite him over to eat with us?”
“Sure.” Yoongi shrugged. “This is the first and last time I will go outside for the rest of the year,
so I might as well.”
Seokjin laughed and playfully slapped Yoongi’s shoulder. “You still have to go to class, Yoongi!
You’re gonna get sick of being in the dorm anyway, cuz I’m gonna bother you all day to make
sure you’re healthy and well.”
“It almost sounds like you’re taking on the role of my parent.” Yoongi grumbled.
“Hoseok says I'm like a parent all the time.” Seokjin giggled. “So you’re not wrong.”
When they came to a red light, Seokjin sent a quick text to Hoseok to come to his apartment at
around 8:30. Yoongi continued to grumble to himself, but Seokjin could tell that there was no
maliciousness in it. Seokjin was pleasantly surprised by how quick he and Yoongi hit it off. It took
weeks for Seokjin’s roommate last year to even speak properly to him. Even though Yoongi
was quiet, he wasn't awkward and shy. Talking to him came easily.
“I’m just gonna make you guy’s favorite foods. Do you have any requests?” Seokjin asked as he
pulled into the grocery store. “I’m gonna get some naengmyeon for myself, and I’m gonna make
kimchi for Hoseokie.”
“Meat.” Yoongi replied immediately. “Just any meat you can get your hands on.”
“You got it!”
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Along with purchasing regular groceries for the apartment, Seokjin ended up buying ingredients to
make several dishes that could be meshed with each other. He was lucky he bought a little more
food than usual, because Hoseok texted Seokjin right before he started cooking.
Sorry that this is last minute, but can Namjoon come as well?
I bragged to him about your cooking, and he’s curious to see if you live up to the hype.
Seokjin puffed his chest out slightly as he texted Hoseok an ‘ok.’ Yoongi and Namjoon were
gonna get the shock of their lives. They were never going to eat in the dining hall again.
“Yoongi, do you mind if one more guest comes over? Hoseok’s roommate?” Seokjin asked just
before Yoongi closed his bedroom door.
“Eh, I don’t care.” Yoongi shrugged before closing himself in.
Seokjin grabbed his trusty pink apron from his new room and tied it around his waist. He had
already gotten his rice cooker out, along with various pots, pans, and utensils. The menu for
tonight was rice, naengmyeon, kimchi, and samgyeopsal. The samgyeopsal and the kimchi could
be used to make bossam if any of his guests wanted to. Seokjin bought lettuce wraps for that
reason.
During the preparation, Yoongi had ventured out of his cave to see what was smelling so good.
Seokjin smirked when Yoongi practically salivated at the samgyeopsal.
“I could’ve sworn you said you were an acting major, not a culinary arts student.” Yoongi told
him.
Seokjin laughed whole-heartily. “This looks and smells better than pizza, huh?” He teased. “And I
can assure you my food tastes a million times better as well.”
Yoongi set the table as Seokjin did the finishing touches. The doorbell rang promptly at 8:30.
Seokjin was excited to see his friend again, but also slightly nervous. He really didn't know
anything about this Namjoon. But if Hoseok had taken a liking to him, he must be an okay guy.
Seokjin opened the door and was met with a brunette crushing him into a hug.
“Jin!” Hoseok shouted, the Gwangju twang to his voice filling the room. “I didn’t even have to
ask where room 208 was! I could smell the food as soon as we got on the second floor!”
Seokjin patted the brunette’s head, chuckling at the greeting. “I knew you only loved me for my
food.” He teased.
“Nonsense!” Hoseok played along. “I love everything about you!”
They both pulled away from the hug. Seokjin noticed a young man standing awkwardly behind
Hoseok, looking down at his phone. He had jet black hair that was cut on the sides, but long on
top. Some of his hair rested on the left side of his forehead.
“Hyung, this is Kim Namjoon!” Hoseok introduced his roommate.
Namjoon almost dropped his phone in surprise, but managed to catch it before it slipped
completely out of his hands. He quickly shoved the phone into his back pocket before looking up
at Seokjin. His eyes widened slightly at Seokjin’s outfit and makeup, but the surprise melted into a
shy smile.
“Hey.” Namjoon said in his deep voice, lifting a hand in greeting.
“It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon.” Seokjin replied, stretching his hand out to the taller male.
Namjoon took it gently, bowing his head slightly in respect to the hyung. Seokjin realized his
touch was lingering a little too long, and he hastily dropped his hand.
“Well, come on in guys!” Seokjin walked backwards into his shared apartment as Hoseok
cheerfully bounced in the room with Namjoon in tow.
Seokjin wasn’t watching where he was going, and his left foot slipped on an EoS lip balm egg
that had fallen out of his back pocket. He yelped, feeling his leg slip out from under him. The
blond man never hit the ground. Instead, he felt a hand grab his wrist and pull him forward. The
force of the tug had Seokjin crushed against a sturdy chest.
Seokjin looked up to see a hint of concern flash through Namjoon’s eyes. Seokjin felt his face
flush, whether from embarrassment or the feeling of the younger man’s chest, he wasn't sure.
“You alright?” Namjoon asked softly.
“Y-Yeah…” Seokjin murmured.
An irritated sigh broke the atmosphere. “Look, if you two are gonna reenact that one harbor scene
from Frozen, can you do it after we eat?” Yoongi snapped grumpily. “Sing “Love is an Open
Door” for all I care.”
Hoseok chortled loudly. “You must be Min Yoongi! I like you already!”
Namjoon snorted, letting Seokjin go. “Wow, you really-”
He cut himself off as he squinted at Yoongi. “Wait a minute… I know you!” His eyes widened in
recognition. “Suga?”
Yoongi’s mouth opened slightly, suddenly recognizing Namjoon as well. “Rap Monster?”
“J-Hope!” Hoseok shouted, raising both arms in the air. In light of the stares he received, he said,
“I thought we were all exchanging our stage names or something.”
Seokjin looked at Yoongi and Namjoon in confusion.
“What a small fucking world this is.” Yoongi laughed lightly. “My roommate is friends with a guy
who is roommates with one of the best underground rappers I’ve had the pleasure of hearing.”
"Hyung, your hair isn't green anymore!" Namjoon grinned. "That kinda threw me off."
“Whoa, you two know each other?” Hoseok questioned. “How?”
“Remember the underground club I was telling you about?” Namjoon reminded Hoseok. “Well,
he goes there too. He complimented me when I rapped there for the first time. We didn’t get to
hang out much, though.”
“Yeah, you just suddenly disappeared. I was finishing up my freshman year here at that time. It’s
been over a year since I’ve seen you. You never even told me your name, Kim Namjoon.”
Yoongi added.
The four men headed to the kitchen, the delectable smells temporarily forgotten, the history
Namjoon and Yoongi infinitely more interesting.
“Oh, I didn’t have time to go back to the club because I had to study for exams. After that, I went
to LA and spent a year there.” Namjoon explained, sitting down next to Yoongi. “My GPA and
test scores earned me a grant to study English and music at UCLA.”
“Wow, you’re super smart...” Seokjin said in awe, unaware of the words leaving his mouth.
Namjoon smiled, his dimples deepening. “Thank you, hyung. You’re smart too, I heard. Hoseok
kept going on and on about how you helped him with English. That was very nice of you.”
Flustered, Seokjin busied himself with setting the food on the table. “I-I’ll be right back.” He said,
Flustered, Seokjin busied himself with setting the food on the table. “I-I’ll be right back.” He said,
escaping to his room for a second. Seokjin exhaled deeply as he reached into his mini fridge and
pulled out a bottle of soju.
Sure, Namjoon was objectively attractive. He was tall, had a deep voice, and lean. But Seokjin
couldn't figure out why he was so flustered all of a sudden.
Maybe it’s because I’m still embarrassed that I slipped. Seokjin decided, regaining his composure.
He reentered the kitchen. The three had waited before digging into the food out of respect. But by
the looks on their faces, their patience was wearing thin, the food becoming the main focus again.
“Sorry, I forgot to pack shot glasses, so I hope regular glasses will suffice.” Seokjin apologized,
opening up the soju.
Yoongi wordlessly stood up from his seat and sauntered into his room, returning with four skull
shaped shot glasses.
“Four shot glasses for one person! Why do I get the feeling that Yoongi is the type of person to
drink shots of soju alone?” Hoseok asked playfully.
“Yah! Don’t let my demeanor fool you, brat. I will kick your ass.” Yoongi snapped.
The meal started without a hitch. Of course, the first thing Hoseok reached for was the kimchi.
Yoongi started to craft a bossam wrap. Namjoon studied the table before placing some
samgyeopsal on his plate.
After taking a bite, Namjoon’s eyes lit up. “Wow… Hoseok wasn’t kidding.”
“Jin’s food is the best!” Hoseok cried, his mouth full. “Fuck the dining hall chefs. Hyung could
take over their position any day now.”
The buzz from the soju became prominent when Yoongi tried to imitate Namjoon.
“I still remember the first time you were on that stage like it was yesterday.” Yoongi reminisced,
his Daegu dialect becoming more apparent. “Your English was so fluid! You were like, I’m not
pop, I’m not rock, I’m not funk, I’m not R&B or hip hop.”
The other three laughed, Yoongi’s English pronunciation slurred and stilted.
As the meal started to wind down, Seokjin kept sneaking glances at Namjoon out of curiosity. The
man was reserved, adding to conversation here and there, but remaining quiet most of the time.
Seokjin wondered what he could do to loosen the ravenette up. Yoongi had relaxed considerably,
and Hoseok was already comfortable, as if he had lived in this apartment for years.
Suddenly, an idea popped into Seokjin’s head.
“Who wants to do karaoke?” Seokjin blurted, interrupting a verbal tit for tat between Hoseok and
Yoongi.
“What? But we don’t have a karaoke machine.” Yoongi frowned.
“Wait!” Seokjin ran into his room and returned with Sing Party for the Wii U and a USB
microphone.
“What the hell...” Yoongi groaned. “I thought my roommate was a grown man. Instead, he’s a
twelve year old girl.”
“That’s twelve year old hyung to you.” Seokjin pointed the mic at him. “Just for that, you have to
go first, and Hoseokie gets to choose what song you sing.”
Hoseok cackled with glee while Yoongi vehemently complained. However, there was no
stopping Seokjin’s final word.
“None of us can sing, hyung.” Namjoon pointed out to Seokjin. “Hoseok, Yoongi and I are
rappers.”
“That’s the point.” Seokjin winked at him. “What fun would it be if everyone could sing like
Beyoncé?”
“But Jin, you can sing!” Hoseok whined.
“I haven’t sang in any sort professional setting since high school.” Seokjin dismissed his complaint
as he set up the game. “And that was four years ago. Surely my voice has gone to shit in that
amount of time.”
In the end, Yoongi accepted his fate and grabbed the plastic microphone. Hoseok smiled evilly as
he used the Game Pad to scroll through the list of songs.
“Ah! Of course the almighty Suga has to sing this!” Hoseok announced mockingly, selecting
“Baby” by Justin Bieber.
“Fuck you!” Yoongi barked at the giggly brunette. “You’ll pay for this, I swear to god!”
Cursing to himself, Yoongi faced the TV as the intro started. Everyone else held their breath in
anticipation.
“Oh whooooa.” Yoongi sang into the microphone flatly.
The three guffawed as Yoongi’s voice echoed through the TV. Then, Yoongi decided to do his
own thing and improvise.
“I fucking hate you, you fucking dicks.” Yoongi sang in tandem with the beat. “I’m gonna stab
you, just for kicks.”
The boisterous laughter never stopped as Yoongi continued to improvise different lyrics to the
Justin Bieber song. Namjoon recorded the whole thing on his iPhone, determined to upload it on
every social media site he’s a part of.
Even though Yoongi was flat on every note and didn’t even sing the correct lyrics, in a different
language, no less, the broken game gave him five stars.
“See? Even this piece of shit game recognizes my genius.” Yoongi smirked, tossing the mic to
Hoseok. “Your turn, J-Horse. And I’ll pick your song.”
“J-Horse?” Hoseok repeated in shock.
“Yeah, because your face is long like a horse.” Yoongi replied matter-of-factly.
“Ha ha.” Hoseok spat dryly as Yoongi picked a song. “Haven’t heard that one before.”
Seokjin made a mental note to make Yoongi drink soju more often.
After Hoseok performed a hilarious rendition of “I Will Survive,” Hoseok handed the mic off to
Seokjin.
“Namjoon, wanna pick my song?” Seokjin offered.
Namjoon nodded and stood up, still wiping away tears from laughing too hard. “Sure, hyung.”
After careful consideration, Namjoon ended up choosing “The Edge of Glory.” Seokjin raised an
eyebrow at him.
“Did you choose a Lady GaGa song because I’m gay and like to dress weirdly?” He asked,
poking fun at himself.
Yoongi and Hoseok sniggered while Namjoon’s eyes widened in horror, a blush covering his
entire face.
“N-No! I didn’t know that you were… You don’t dress weirdly! I-I didn’t mean to offend-”
Seokjin slapped Namjoon on the back. “Relax, Namjoon. I’m just messing around.” He giggled.
“Lady GaGa is my queen anyway.”
Namjoon sighed in relief as he sat back down, chewing on his bottom lip. Seokjin was a little
surprised by his response. He expected Namjoon to laugh when Seokjin revealed that he was
kidding. Instead, he looked uncomfortable.
Shrugging it off, Seokjin proceeded to belt his heart out to the catchy pop song, wanting to make
his queen proud in spirit. The small audience of three was silent as they listened to Seokjin’s
voice. His falsetto was perfectly in tune, and his vocal expression was on par with a professional.
At the end of the tune, Seokjin felt refreshed. It had been so long since he sang anything just for
fun. And the same broken scoring system that gave Yoongi five stars only gave Seokjin four.
“Ha! Suck it, bitches!” Yoongi shouted, jumping to his feet.
“This game is fucking garbage, man.” Hoseok cackled. “That was a flawless performance, and
you only got four stars!”
Seokjin shrugged sheepishly, handing the mic to Namjoon. “You’re up, Rap Monster. Though by
the end of this, you’ll be Vocal Monster, right?”
“Definitely not.” Namjoon gave Seokjin a warm look before facing the TV. “Pick a song for me.”
“A badass like you definitely has to sing “Walking on Sunshine.” Seokjin smirked. “Have fun.”
Yoongi, Seokjin, and Hoseok learn that Namjoon is a lot better at making exaggerated facial
expressions than singing. He faced the three as he sang.
“I’m walking on sunshine! WHOOOOAAA!” Namjoon wailed in a scratchy falsetto, his face
scrunched up.
Seokjin’s laugh is the loudest, high pitched and dragged out. Namjoon found himself wanting to
hear more of it. He liked the obnoxious laugh.
Namjoon managed to beat Yoongi’s score by a hundred points.
“All hail Vocal Monster!” Hoseok shouted, groveling in front of his roommate.
“Oh my god, get up J-Horse. So embarrassing.” Namjoon complained, but not even he could hide
his smile.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
The group spent the next two hours simultaneously catching up and getting to know one another,
which led to a rap battle between Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi. They forced Seokjin to choose
a winner.
“Hyung, you have to choose who’s the best rapper between us.” Hoseok urged.
Seokjin sighed. “I think… Yoongi.”
“WHAT?!” Namjoon and Hoseok cried in unison as Yoongi pumped his fist in the air.
“I’m sorry! But when Yoongi said his tongue can send a guy or a girl to Hong Kong, that really
caught me off guard! It was catchy!” Seokjin defended his choice.
“Cypher part 3. That was the first rap I heard from Yoongi.” Namjoon revealed. “I was equally as
impressed. Looks like I’ll have to work harder to impress you too.”
Seokjin spluttered. “Y-You already impressed me, Namjoon.”
“Oh?” Namjoon grinned mischievously. “That’s good to hear. You’ve impressed me too, you
know. You’re a very talented vocalist. Have you had any vocal training?”
“Yeah, when I was in middle school and high school...” Seokjin trailed off.
Namjoon looked absolutely calm, but Seokjin’s heart was pounding a little too hard for his liking.
What was it about Namjoon’s smile that made his heart flutter?
As the group mellowed out, the buzz from the soju began to wear off, and Yoongi reverted back
to his grumpy state.
“You two get the hell out of my apartment.” He pointed at Hoseok and Namjoon. “It’s past
midnight. I’m tired.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t want the poor baby to get cranky.” Hoseok cooed in a cringey baby voice.
Hoseok narrowly avoided getting hit by the Wiimote Yoongi chucked at him.
“Yoongi, give me your number real quick. We need to hang out again soon.” Namjoon said.
While the reunited friends exchanged numbers, Seokjin walked over to Hoseok.
“I’ll see you later Hoseok.” Seokjin chuckled, giving his friend a hug.
“Yeah! I’ll see you in the morning so you can make breakfast!” The brunette teased.
“Don’t bother hyung like that.” Namjoon scolded as he approached the pair. “If the way you ate
tonight indicates anything, you’ll put him in debt by the end of the week.”
Hoseok whined at Namjoon while Yoongi sniggered to himself.

“It was nice meeting you, Namjoon.” Seokjin giggled.
“Likewise.” Namjoon replied, pulling a still complaining Hoseok to the door by his arm.
Seokjin’s gaze drifted to the tight pants hugging Namjoon’s backside as he walked out the door.
Snapping out if it, he scampered to the door.
“Walk back safely, you two!” Seokjin called to them before shutting the door behind him.
“...your friend’s hot.” Yoongi suddenly blurted out.
Seokjin guffawed at the sheer randomness and absurdity of Yoongi’s admission. “You have no
shame. Besides, from what I saw, you were about ready to rip Hoseok's head off.”
Yoongi shrugged. “Nah. He’s cute. Is he single?”
“Unfortunately not. He has a girlfriend.” Seokjin replied, getting out his phone to show him a
picture.
“Bummer.” Yoongi sighed. “Straight and taken. He’s totally my type, too. The struggle is real.”
“I feel you.” Seokjin giggled, showing him a picture of Hoseok and Wendy.
“…she’s hot, too.” Yoongi said.
Seokjin slapped Yoongi’s shoulder before heading to the kitchen to clean up. “For shame,
Yoongi. For shame.”
“Yeah, for shame. Like you didn’t stare shamelessly at Namjoon’s ass when he walked out the
door.” Yoongi retorted devilishly. “You cougar.”
“Cougar?!” Seokjin gasped. “How dare you! And I wasn’t shameless! I was being subtle.”
“No, you really weren’t.” Yoongi said, helping Seokjin clear the table. “I could see your thirst for
him a mile away.”
“Well, let’s quench my “thirst” right now. Is he taken?” Seokjin inquired sarcastically.
Yoongi smirked. “Dunno. I know nothing about his love life. Not that it’s any of my business, but
I’ve asked him before out of curiosity. He was pretty elusive about the topic. The most I’ve seen
him do is fool around with girls in the club, but he never mentioned anything about a serious
relationship. Unluckily for you, an “I don’t know” is the same as a “no, he’s not available,” so
we’re both outta luck.”
“It’s not like I’m interested in him. I just met the guy. He’s just kinda cute, that’s all.” Seokjin
shrugged casually. “Besides, I’m not looking for a relationship with anyone right now. I just got
out of a serious one last year. If I get with any guy I find attractive, it’ll just be to fool around.”
The grey haired man eyed him. “Why’d you break up?”
Seokjin should’ve seen this question coming.
“Well…” Seokjin placed the dishes in the sink. “He wasn’t out of the closet, but I was willing to
wait for him to accept himself. We dated in secret for a year, and I really thought he loved me.
But, my RA from that year caught us together. When my ex found out, he flipped out and dumped
me, cutting all ties. He even denied that he knew me.”
The blond laughed bitterly. The memory still stung a bit.
Yoongi put an arm on his shoulder. “That asshole doesn’t deserve you. He better hope that I never
run into him.”
“It’s fine.” Seokjin assured Yoongi. “I don’t think about him as much anymore. It’s mostly thanks
to Hoseok. If I didn’t have his friendship, my ex would be on my mind every day. The confidence
that I worked so hard to build would have been destroyed. Hoseok kept my head up.”
“Hoseok sounds like a really good person.” Yoongi murmured.
“He is.” Seokjin nodded. “I was his TA in his English class, and he was the only one who stood
up for me when others tried to get me down. Even though I honestly don’t care what those
strangers said about me, it was nice to have someone who has your back.”
“Yeah, I know. Namjoon is that person to me.” Yoongi shared. "We were friends for four months
before he left Seoul. Even though he didn't want anyone in the club to know his real name, we
became close. And in that short amount of time, he became my best friend. He let me confide in
him about my sexuality, despite me not knowing anything about his personal life.
"He never once judged me. I’m just so glad he’s back in my life now. I’m not a very approachable
person, so it’s been kinda lonely without him around. You and Namjoon are the only ones crazy
enough to befriend me.”
“Friends? We’re friends now?” Seokjin couldn’t help but smile widely. “I just met you.”
“Like I told you earlier, I judge a person based on their personality. It didn’t take me long to figure
you out.” Yoongi patted his back. “Well, I feel gross now. This is enough sentiment to last me the
entire year. So do me a favor and don’t lose that smile you’re wearing, yeah? You look like a
completely different person when you’re upset.”
Seokjin was about to deny being upset, but Yoongi’s knowing look told him that he knew better.
“Let’s leave the dishes for in the morning. Go get some sleep.” Yoongi suggested. “Good night.”
“See you in the morning.” Seokjin replied.
Seokjin resigned to his room. He pulled out makeup remover wipes and rubbed his face, clearing
the eyeshadow, foundation, eyebrow penciling, and lip gloss. He stared at his bare face in the
mirror on his wall.
Seokjin made a pact with himself years ago to always stare at himself at the end of every day, to
make sure that he still liked the person he saw. So far, a day hadn't gone by where he disliked
himself. Some may see that as Seokjin being narcissistic, but it’s actually quite therapeutic.
This is a new record for me. Seokjin thought as he started getting undressed for bed. It usually
takes weeks for people to be comfortable around me. To be sorta okay with who I am. However, I
made two new friends in one day. Friends that don’t care about my sexual orientation or what I
wear.
Seokjin got into his freshly made bed, sinking into the pink sheets. Even though it seems
impossible, things like this can happen. I can’t wait to write about it on my blog tomorrow.
He closed his eyes, letting sleep overcome him.

Chapter End Notes
Thank you so much for bearing with this intro! I realized halfway through that I was
getting carried away, but I couldn’t stop. I mean, who doesn’t like some bonding over
karaoke? Also, I don’t know shit about Korean cuisine. I know kimchi needs a few
days to ferment, but let’s just pretend in this story that it doesn’t. T.T
Seokjin’s blog will be introduced in the next chapter, along with our favorite alien~
<3 I will update next week, so stay tuned!
Chapter 2
Chapter Summary
Seokjin gets trolled by Hoseok when he tries to have a productive day. Namjoon
starts getting uncomfortable thoughts about his hyung.
Chapter Notes
Thank you for the kudos and bookmarks! You guys are so kind. I didn't expect to get
a comment either! I really appreciate it! <3
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Crash!
“Hyung, I swear to god if make one more noise, I will end you!”
“Why?! Yoongi, I thought you said we were friends!”
Seokjin was a morning person, so waking up at 7am was no problem for him. He had a lot of stuff
to do today since classes start tomorrow. After taking a warm shower, he cleaned up the dishes
from last night and started cooking breakfast for Yoongi and himself. He had hoped feeding
Yoongi would put him in a better mood. Instead, he’s incurring the wrath of his younger
roommate after accidentally dropping a pan.
"I take it back.” Yoongi growled, poking his head out of his bedroom. He had massive bed head,
and his eyes were squinty. “I’m gonna kill you.”
“But I’m too pretty to die!” Seokjin whined playfully.
That wasn’t a lie. Seokjin put in extra effort to look good today. He donned a pink sleeveless
blouse with a frilly white collar. It was tucked into pale blue skinny jeans, completed with pink
combat boots. He had a pink bow clip in his hair.
Yoongi remained silent, confirming Seokjin’s statement. “…fine. Make me some bacon and
maybe I’ll forgive you.”
“Deal.” Seokjin grinned.
Yoongi slammed his door. The blond did his best to muffle his snorts as he stirred his scrambled
eggs.
Twenty minutes later, the kitchen table displayed bacon, eggs, toast, and orange juice, ready to be
consumed. Seokjin checked his rose colored watch. It was 7:20am. The first stop he needs to
make is the student center so he can take get his school ID made. The center opened at 8am, and
he wanted to get there before a long line forms.
After piling a plate full of food for himself, Seokjin knocked on Yoongi’s door, letting him know
breakfast was ready. All he got in response was a disturbingly long string of curses.
“Love you too!” Seokjin replied cheekily before retreating to his room. Seokjin set the plate on his
desk before opening his laptop. His laptop was pink and decorated with tiara decals, fitting for
someone who’s online alias is the ‘Pink Princess.’
Seokjin opened his internet browser and typed in the letter ‘p.’ The URL to his blog,
prettyinpink.kr, showed up on the search bar immediately. He clicked enter and was brought to his
beautiful web page. The words “Pretty in Pink” in swirly cursive greeted him at the top of the
page. Seokjin fell in love more and more with what he created every time he visits the page.
His blog was a support site for people who feel isolated and different to be part of a community
where it’s okay to be yourself. A majority of his followers were from the LGBTQ community.
Crossdressers, asexuals, and those that suffer from emotional disorders such as depression and
anxiety also followed his blog. Seokjin felt honored that so many different types of people trusted
his guidance.
Originally, Seokjin started his blog seven years ago as a way to channel his inner turmoil and
frustrations. As a teenager, Seokjin was always aware that he did not have the stature of a person
you’d expect to wear pastel fashion. He had enough people tell him that he was trying to be a girl.
Seokjin never felt like he was born in the wrong body. Despite this, people labeled him as
transgender, while others just called him a girl.
He never outwardly told his peers that he liked guys, but it was assumed because of his choice in
clothing. As a result, Seokjin couldn’t couldn’t deny their assumptions. And now, after sharing his
stories with others for seven years, the blog grew and turned into a support group. His site has
garnered 9,000 followers, a number Seokjin couldn’t fathom. The overwhelming support and
respect between his followers brought tears to his eyes at times. Why couldn’t the rest of the world
cooperate like that?
Seokjin does written blogs most of the time, sharing painful memories, posting recipes to the food
he cooks, retelling funny stories, and of course, showing off his pastel wardrobe. Sometimes he
posts pictures of himself and records video logs. However, he has to be careful to make sure his
surroundings don’t reveal his location. He has gotten quite a few death threats throughout his
seven years of blogging.
Seokjin signed into his website and took a look at recent comments under his last written post. He
had encouraged all of his teenage followers to start off the school year strong and show their
haters how smart and awesome they are. He also asked who was starting the year at a new school.
The first comment was from Alien_V. Seokjin chuckled, not surprised. Alien_V was one his first
followers. He engaged the most out of everyone. He posted comments on every thread, giving out
his own advice and sharing ideas. Alien_V was the bubbliest cross-dresser he'd ever had the
pleasure of knowing. Seokjin helped the younger boy figure out that he was pansexual after years
of self-doubt. Alien_V was grateful for Seokjin's help, vowing to marry him if he ever met him in
person.
Alien_V sent pictures of himself when he buys new outfits or dyes his hair. His pictures were
always adorable, his boxy smile and crinkly eyes too cute to resist. His hair was recently dyed
lilac, laying in layers across his head boyishly.
Seokjin clicked on Alien_V’s comment.

Alien_V wrote:
Hi Pink Princess! <3 I’m about to start my freshman year in college. I’ll be majoring in art. I’m
going to college away from home, and I’m a little scared. TT_TT I’ve never been so far from
home before. I wish I was going to whatever college you’re at. We would be BFFs! Hyung, will
things be different in college? Will people be more open-minded and not care that I wear skirts?
Will I be able to make new friends?
Love you forever and ever!! ^3^
~V
Seokjin clicked Reply and typed out his message:
To: Alien_V
V, I still can’t believe my sweet alien is about to start university! I still remember your first
comment to me seven years ago! You were still in middle school at that time. <3 I’m so proud on
how you’ve grown and matured these past few years. And as you begin your college journey, you
will only continue to grow!
I won’t lie to you and say college will be a breeze. There will be nice people who won’t care
about what you wear, but there will still be ignorant people out there whose goal is to bring you
down. Most of the time, people will stare. Stare out of curiosity, disgust, it’s a toss up. From my
experience, very few people have had the audacity to walk up to me and say anything derogatory
to my face. The ones that do, however, get a rude awakening when I stand up to them.
I'm a senior now, and people still try to insult me. My advice to you is to walk tall, and keep your
smile on your face. Don’t let anyone mess with you. Illuminate the light inside of you, and no
matter how much darkness is sent your way, your light will overcome it. You will have more
freedom of expression in college than you did in high school, even if your peers don’t like it.
Now, that doesn’t mean you have to be wary of everyone. Of course you will make new friends!
There are people out there who will love and accept you for who you are. I’m about to record a
video log explaining this shortly. Hopefully it will give more insight.
I love you too! *^^*
Seokjin sent his message and replied to as many other comments as he could before he was
pressed for time. About eight hundred people commented on his post, and he only had time to
reply to about fifty for now. He set up his portable webcam, adjusting the angle so the camera got
his face and upper body. He made sure the majority of his dorm room remained out of frame.
Seokjin cleared his throat before hitting record.
“Good morning my lovely princes and princesses!”

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Ten minutes later, Seokjin was gasping for air as he fled to his Mini Cooper, his laughter almost
suffocating him. He didn’t realize how loud he was talking when he was recording his log.
Yoongi had banged on his door, pissed that he was woken for the second time. After he was
finished recording, Seokjin explained the blog he ran, which calmed Yoongi down slightly.
However, his anger returned tenfold when Seokjin revealed that he dubbed him as “Minnie” in the
video log. Yoongi then proceeded to chase him out of the apartment.
“How could you call me something so fucking gross?!” Yoongi had yelled. “You’re not allowed
to talk about me on your damn blog ever again!”
Not even a promise of lifting the pizza ban could deter his roommate’s murderous rampage.
Catching his breath, Seokjin tossed his pink backpack into the backseat before settling in the
driver’s seat. Seokjin can’t remember the last time he’s felt so elated when leaving his dorm.
Hanging out with Hoseok helped last year, but living with horrible roommates killed his spirit
sometimes.
Seokjin took out his phone, shooting Hoseok a quick text. Another reason why they got along so
well is that Hoseok is an early bird like him.
He snorted when Hoseok sent him a picture of a sleeping Namjoon. His mouth was open, and his
hair was a hot mess.
From: Hoseokie, 7:51am
You should’ve heard him snore last night, Jin! He sounds like a fucking race car engine!
Hoseok then proceeded to send Seokjin a ten second video of the alleged snoring from last night.
“Oh my god…!” The snoring was so loud, he had to turn down the volume to the lowest setting
on his phone. The flash from Hoseok’s phone settled on Namjoon’s body, illuminating the bed.
He giggled at Namjoon. There was something strangely adorable about the way Namjoon’s limbs
were spread like a starfish, his head tipped back weirdly, sounds that were way too loud to be
snores escaping his mouth.
To: Hoseokie, 7:53am
Well, if you wanna escape, meet me at the student center.
I need to get my student ID and my textbooks. Fml TT_TT

Joonie’s awake, so I don’t need escape. I do wanna see you, though <3
If you had gotten here TWO DAYS AGO like me, you would’ve already had your ducks in a row.
Sounds like somebody doesn’t want me to buy them a Starbucks.
For coffee, I’m a slave 4 u
To: Hoseokie, 7:55am.
Omg you did not just reference a Britney Spears song.
Oops, I did it again!
No pls stop.
You’re gonna get that song stuck in my head.
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game!
BYE!
Seokjin pocketed his phone before Hoseok could copy and paste more lyrics. Despite his best
efforts, Seokjin was humming “Oops I Did it Again” during the short ride to the student center. It
was 8:01 when he hurried inside, stepping up the stairs to the second floor. Of course, the few
people that were already inside gave him odd looks, which Seokjin ignores.
Hoseok should be arriving shortly. The dorms are much closer to the student center than the
campus apartments. Hoseok has a bicycle, so he won’t be long. Seokjin headed to the ID Card
office. There were already a few people in line waiting. Seokjin rested his back against the wall
and closed his eyes as he went over his schedule for the day in his head.
Okay, so after coffee, I have to book it to the bookstore when it opens so I can pay for my books!
Okay, I used the word ‘books' way too many times in that sentence. Then I have to go to the
Liberal Arts building to meet with Professor Hwang to go over my TA duties with him, blah, blah,
blah, I’ve done it before. Then I have to do a quick run through campus to see how far away my
classes are from each other so I can allot time for-
“Hey.”
Seokjin nearly jumped out of skin at the deep voice. Blinking rapidly, he glanced up to see
Namjoon gazing back at him with an amused smile on his face.
“Oh, hi Namjoon.” The blond placed a hand over his heart. “God, you scared me.”
Namjoon literally looked like he just rolled out of bed. He was wearing a wrinkled black T-shirt
with grey sweatpants, black Converse adorning his feet. Minimal effort was put into styling his
hair, but the messy style looked kinda cute on him. In fact, Namjoon’s whole outfit was quite
endearing. Not that Seokjin would ever admit something mushy like that. His inner fashionista
was cringing at Namjoon’s wrinkled shirt. His fingers twitched, the urge to smooth out the
wrinkles difficult to control.
“Is Hoseokie with you?” Seokjin inquired, willing his fingers to stay still.
“He’s downstairs at McDonald’s.” Namjoon said. “When he realized I didn’t have my ID and
textbooks, he forced me to get dressed and come with him. I was planning on doing all that stuff
later today, so I had no idea why he was being so adamant. But… now I see why.”
Seokjin shuddered at how smooth Namjoon was. God damn it, Hoseok! You’re stuffing your face
at McDonald’s while I’m up here having a heart attack! Some friend you are!
“You look… nice, by the way.” Namjoon complimented him carefully, as if he was having
difficulty finding the right words to say.
“Thanks!” Seokjin replied, adjusting the pink bow in his hair. “So do you!”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow, and Seokjin wanted to slap himself.
That was way too far of a reach! He knows and I know that he looks like a homeless man right
now! Seokjin internally berated himself.
A low chuckle that escaped Namjoon’s throat caught Seokjin’s attention.
“You’re way too nice, Seokjin-ssi.” He said. “You and I already know I look like shit right now.”
Seokjin relaxed. “Hey, don’t say that about yourself. And there’s no need to be so formal with me.
Everyone just calls me Jin. Take your pick.”
“Alright… Jin.”
“Next!”
Seokjin jumped for the second time. He had been subconsciously aware of the line moving up for
the last five minutes. It was now his turn, the photographer waiting patiently.
“You may say that I’m nice, but I’m not gonna let you walk in there and take your picture looking
crazy.” Seokjin laughed.
He smoothed Namjoon’s hair down so it looked presentable and smoothed out the wrinkles in his
shirt. He visibly stiffened at Seokjin’s touch. The blond was unaware of how close he was to
Namjoon’s face.
“There!” Seokjin retracted his arms and stepped back. “Much better. See you in a few!”
Seokjin walked in the ID card office. The photographer cooed over Seokjin’s outfit as she took his
picture. After making sure Seokjin was satisfied with the photo, she printed the ID card and
handed it to him.
As Seokjin walked out, Namjoon didn’t look at him as he slipped in the office. However, Seokjin
didn’t miss the blush on his cheeks. Smirking smugly to himself, Seokjin waited for Namjoon to
receive his ID. He sat on the bench on the other side of the corridor and pulled his phone out. He
had twenty texts from Hoseok.
As he scrolled down, he saw that most of them were just Hoseok spamming lyrics of the Britney
Spears song. The last two texts, however, almost made he swear out loud.
You’re welcome for my ingenious plan of dragging Namjoonie along with me. Don’t think I
didn’t see how you were ogling his ass last night. Now you can stare at it for a little while longer,
even take a picture if you want. <3
8:06am
Oh, and if you do decide to take a picture of his ass, send it to me. ^_~
Seokjin gritted his teeth. The next time I see Wendy, I’m gonna ask her what the hell she sees in
this idiot.
“Did Hoseok text you yet? He told me he was going to.”
Seokjin’s a three for three for getting the shit scared out of him.
“Uh… yeah.” Seokjin replied after he calmed down.
“You’re pretty jumpy today.” Namjoon observed, entertained. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just questioning my friendship with J-Hoe.” Seokjin grumbled.
Namjoon chortled. “First J-Horse, now J-Hoe. Hoseok picked an unfortunate stage name.”
“C’mon.” Seokjin stood up, wanting to get out of the conversation. “Hoseok should be waiting for
us at Starbucks. But I’m not gonna buy that brat a damn thing. If I do buy him something, I’m
getting him a caffe americano with five shots of espresso. He’ll have to drink it plain.”
“Are you trying to kill him? That’s quite sadistic of you.” Namjoon said teasingly. “I like it.”
Seokjin was about to reply when he realized something. This is the first time he’s walked with
anyone besides Hoseok. He had always walked to his destinations alone, weighed down by the
stares of assholes. Seokjin always figured that Hoseok would be the only one nice enough to be
seen with him.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Namjoon inquired, peering at his hyung. “You’re frowning.”
“It’s nothing.” Seokjin’s smile returned to his face. “I was just over-thinking something. It’s a bad
habit of mine.”
Namjoon wanted to question Seokjin further, but they had arrived at Starbucks. Hoseok’s loud
greeting drowned out whatever he was going to say.
“Good morning, Jin-hyung!”
“Come here, you brat!” Seokjin snarled, storming towards Hoseok.
The younger man shrieked as he evaded Seokjin’s attempts to grab him. “I did you a favor,
hyung!”
“‘Did me a favor’ my ass! You can’t throw something like this at me without warning me first!”
Seokjin snapped. “And for those texts you sent me, I’m not cooking for you ever again!”
“Hyung!” Hoseok cried, aghast.
Namjoon just stood behind the two men, unsure about what they were fighting about. Luckily,
they were the only ones in the small establishment at the moment, so the only ones giving them
annoyed looks were the two baristas. Who gets up early on a Sunday morning to get coffee from
the student center anyway?
Seokjin trapped Hoseok in a headlock, tousling his hair roughly. The blond may be cute, but he
was stronger than he looked.
“Okay, okay! I give! I’m sorry!” Hoseok choked out between laughs.
Satisfied, Seokjin released his dongsaeng. Hoseok inhaled deeply, returning his breathing back to
normal.
“So… are you still buying me coffee?” He asked innocently.
Seokjin lifted his hand in warning. Hoseok backed away, cackling.
“Fine, fine. I’ll buy today. Joonie, you want anything?” The brunette asked.
“Caffe americano.” Namjoon requested, giving Seokjin a playful wink.
Seokjin giggled as Hoseok bounced up to the counter.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
The bookstore opened promptly at 9:00, with Namjoon and Seokjin being the first inside.
However, about fifty other students filed in behind them.They hurried to the other side of the store
where shelves with the school textbooks were located.
“Do you have your book list, Namjoon?” Seokjin asked.
“Yeah. But I have no idea where these books are in here. This is my first year at this school, after
all.”
Seokjin scanned the list of the required texts the sophomore needed. “Your music theory texts will
be in the middle, on the left. Organic chemistry will be in the front to the right. Calculus should be
around the same area as chemistry. Creative writing-” He cut himself off.
“What?” Namjoon asked.
“You’re in the same creative writing course as me. Wow, this course is typically only for
upperclassmen. And second semester sophomores if they work themselves into the ground. You
need 48 credit hours to be eligible. How'd you manage to get in this course?”
“I took all AP courses in high school, and my scores on the AP exam gave me college credit. And
I had a full work load at UCLA.” Namjoon explained tiredly, as if he had to recite this a million
times before. “I attended summer school there as well before coming back here to Seoul. I have
exactly 48 credit hours right now.”
Seokjin patted Namjoon on the back. “At this rate, you’ll graduate before Yoongi! You really are
a genius, huh?”
Namjoon’s face flushed. “I don’t think so…” He mumbled.
“Well, let’s go get that book first. Come with me.” Seokjin grabbed Namjoon’s wrist and weaved
them through the throng of students.
Namjoon spluttered, but Seokjin didn’t notice.
“Ah, here we are!” Seokjin picked up two creative writing textbooks in victory. “Namjoon, hurry
and get your organic chemistry book. Those tend to go fast!”
Still flustered from the sudden increase in physical contact, Namjoon scurried off, remembering
the general area Seokjin told him to go.
Cute kid. Seokjin mused, walking to another shelf to find his Advanced English language
textbook. By the time the two found all of their required texts, a small line had formed at the cash
registers. Luckily, they got in line before it got too crowded.
Seokjin gazed at the school apparel as they waited, wondering if the women’s pink Gidae
University T-shirts came in a size big enough for his wide shoulders to fit in. In the meantime,
Namjoon was staring at Seokjin. He eyes lingered on Seokjin’s glossed pink lips before trailing up
to his eyes. A pale pink eyeshadow decorated his eyelids, pale blue eyeliner making the shape of
his eyes stand out more. A faint blush dusted the older man’s cheeks.
He’s… kinda pretty.
Realizing what he just admitted to himself, Namjoon fixed his gaze on the heavy textbooks he was
currently holding.
No… don’t think about shit like that. He’s a man, for fuck’s sake. Don't compare him to a girl.
“Namjoon, hey, we’re next.” Seokjin poked Namjoon’s side.
The younger man almost dropped all of his textbooks at the sensation.
“Haha, are you ticklish?” Seokjin asked smugly.
“N-No! You just surprised me, that’s all!” Namjoon blushed.
Seokjin gave him a knowing look before walking up to the newly available register.
“Ew, did you see what that fucking fag was wearing?” A guy behind Namjoon whispered to his
friend. “How can anyone be seen which such a queer?”
Namjoon’s brow burrowed, angry at the way he was talking about Seokjin. He wanted to turn
around and say something so badly. In the end, he said nothing, choosing to walk to the next
register to purchase his books. Namjoon knows his silence was pure cowardice, but he didn’t have
the guts to speak up.
“Let’s go!” Seokjin’s voice snapped Namjoon out of his trance. “Hoseok texted me. He said we
were taking too long, so he decided to go back to the dorms without you. Do you need a ride
back? It’ll be no problem. I was gonna drop my books off in my car anyway.”
Namjoon started to sweat, getting a weird sensation that people were watching him. He suddenly
felt sick to his stomach.
“N-No, I’m good. I’ll walk.” The ravenette muttered weakly.
Seokjin frowned. “Are you sure? I know those textbooks are heavy, so-”
“I said I’m good!” Namjoon snapped, his tone a little more forceful than what he intended. “S-
sorry, hyung. I’ll see you later.”
Namjoon scampered to the exit, leaving behind a bewildered and slightly hurt Seokjin.
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“Seokjin, are you paying attention?”
“Huh?” Seokjin’s head snapped up, bringing him back to reality. “I’m sorry, professor. What were
you saying?”
Professor Hwang sighed. “I was going over the lessons you were going to partake in teaching.”
“Oh, right.” Seokjin looked down at the stack of papers containing the curriculum he had
memorized a year prior.
Ever since the TA meeting with the prof started, Seokjin’s mind kept drifting to Namjoon’s
peculiar behavior. He seemed fine right before Seokjin went to purchase his books. After
Namjoon was finished at the cash register, he looked ill.
“Do you understand?” Professor Hwang’s voice filtered in his ear.
Damn it, I drifted off again!

“Yes, I understand.” Seokjin replied. He would look over the curriculum again later.
“Great. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow. It’s nice to have you back as a TA, Seokjin.”
Professor Hwang said warmly. “Even though the students gave you a hard time last year, you
didn't give up. You were able to help them succeed in the course.”
Seokjin bit his lip, holding back the scoff that threatened to leave his lips. He knew the professor
meant well, but if he labeled verbal bullying from ignorant students merely as a ‘hard time,’ he
didn't know the half of it.
Seokjin bowed to his professor before packing his stack of papers back into his backpack. He
begrudgingly did a quick walk through of his classes before heading back to the Grand
Apartments. His watch read 3:25. He wondered if Namjoon made it back to his dorm okay.
I need to stop thinking about him. Seokjin told himself, sighing.
Seokjin pulled in the parking lot, spotting Yoongi staring at him as walked towards apartment
building C. He had a skateboard tucked underneath his arm.
“Yoongi!” Seokjin called after he parked, quickly grabbing his backpack and sack of textbooks.
Yoongi used his fob to disengage the security scanner on the entrance door. He waited for
Seokjin, holding the door open.
“Thanks.” Seokjin said as he walked inside. “So, you’re awake! What were you up to?”
“I went to check out this new skate park that opened not too far from here.” Yoongi said, a hint of
eagerness in his voice. “But hyung, something so fucking awesome happened. You wouldn’t
believe it.”
“What?” Seokjin inquired as they walked up the stairs.
“I was on my way out of the park when it happened, but some jackass was harassing some poor
girl.” Yoongi explained. “Then, this dude wearing a pink skirt walks up to him and tells him off.
Then, the asshole got flustered, and was about to take a swing when another dude showed up and
knocked him the fuck out. I recorded it on my phone, I gotta show it to you!”
Yoongi unlocked the apartment door, a smile on his face. “Hurry up and put your stuff down!” He
said, dropping his skateboard and retrieving his phone.
Seokjin dropped his stuff on his bed and hurried back to Yoongi’s side just as he pressed play on
the video.
Yoongi was kind of far from the action, but the video was clear enough to distinguish the faces of
the skaters.
The blond spotted the girl first. She had short brown hair, cut in a boyish style, and she was
looking up in defiance as the bully yelled at her. He heard a few of the insults thrown her way,
albeit muffled. He then pushed her onto the ground. The boy with the pink skirt jogged over to
jerk. He was yelling too. The boy had light purple hair that was also cut short, some of it landing
in his eyes.
Wait… Seokjin squinted at the purple haired boy. Why does he seem so familiar…?
The only purple haired person he knew was Alien_V, but that would be impossible. He shared
with Seokjin before that he was from Daegu. He’s sure that there are many other men that dye
their hair unnatural colors like purple.
The boy said something else, indistinguishable due to Yoongi’s distance. Whatever he said pissed
the guy off, because he reared back to strike him. True to Yoongi’s word, a tall black haired boy
stalked over to the bully and shoved him. The bully fell flat on his ass. He scrambled to his feet
and tried to punch the newcomer. The boy sidestepped him and punched him square across the
jaw, disabling him.
“Oh, SHIT!" Yoongi’s voice blared from the phone’s speakers, his stilted English making a
reappearance. “Oh my god, man! It’s over! It’s over!”
The video ended there. Seokjin was in tears, partly from laughter and partly from joy.
“I’m… I’m so happy. People stood up for her…”
Seokjin wasn’t arrogant enough to believe his blog somehow had anything to do with the brave
act that just took place. But somewhere deep inside, he hoped that maybe it was. That would
mean that Seokjin was helping evoke change. His efforts would be getting somewhere. Seokjin
didn’t approve of the violence that took place, but he had to remind himself that if that boy didn’t
punch him, the jerk probably would have beaten up the girl and her defender.
“Are you feeling better?” Yoongi murmured, regaining his serious countenance.
“Huh?” Seokjin raised an eyebrow.
“I saw you when you were driving up.” Yoongi told him. “You looked sad again. What did I say
about keeping that smile on your face?”
Seokjin smiled fondly. “Wow, you are too observant for your own good. Well, yes, I do feel
better.”
“Good. So what was bothering you?” Yoongi interrogated.
“Now that I think about it, it’s stupid.” Seokjin brushed it off. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Jin, before I graduated from high school, I was the most emotionally constipated person on this
planet.” Yoongi deadpanned. “I kept every little thing inside, and it spiraled out of control. Now,
tell me what was bothering you, or else I’m taking the Super Mario figurines in your room
hostage.”
Seokjin gasped. “No! You wouldn’t dare!”
“I would.” Yoongi promised, an evil glint in his eyes.
“Fine.” Seokjin surrendered. “It’s about Namjoon.”
“Figured. The brat texted me a few minutes after you left here, saying Hoseok forced him to go to
the student center. You were headed there too, so I put two and two together. Are you sure
Hoseok isn’t Satan?”
“Close, but not quite.” Seokjin chuckled.
“So what did the idiot do?”
“Which one? Hoseokie or Namjoon?”

Yoongi snorted. “The idiot I’m friends with.”
“Oh, your idiot. Well… I’m still trying to figure it out. He was fine for most of the time we were
together. We were joking around and partaking in casual conversation. You know, like normal
friends do. He didn’t start acting weird until we were in line waiting to purchase our textbooks.
After Namjoon bought his books, he looked really out of it. Like him just standing next to me
made him ill. I offered to give him a ride home, but he snapped at me and turned tail.”
Yoongi frowned, analyzing everything Seokjin just told him.
“Do you think… it’s because of me?” The blond asked.
“Of course not.” Yoongi shot down the thought. “I would’ve picked up on it yesterday if he was
uncomfortable with you. You said he was fine earlier, right? Maybe the heat got to him. It is hot as
shit out, and if I remember Namjoon as well as I think I do, he was probably wearing a black shirt
and stuffy sweats.”
“Yeah, you’re correct!” Seokjin laughed.
Seokjin’s phone vibrated. Having a feeling it was Hoseok, he unlocked his phone. Sure enough,
the brat had sent him a text.
Namjoon came back to the dorm all sweaty and disheveled. What moves did you use on him to
make him so tired? ;)
Seokjin clicked his tongue. “Yoongi, take a selca with me.”
“Why?” Yoongi frowned, standing next to his hyung.
Seokjin lifted his phone in the air, making sure they were both in frame.
“We’re about to send Hoseokie a message…”
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Hoseok was watching a YouTube video when his phone pinged. Smirking, Hoseok opened his
texts, expecting Seokjin to have sent him a wave of flustered messages. Instead, he received a
picture of Seokjin and Yoongi flicking him off.
“Jin!” Hoseok screeched. “That’s not nice!”
As the brunette ranted to himself, Namjoon sighed as he laid down in the bottom bunk. He felt
guilty for the way he treated Seokjin.
Jin-hyung won’t understand why I did what I did. I couldn’t help it. I’ll be sure to apologize the
next time I see him. But… he can’t know. He can’t find out.
Glad that he had a plan of action, Namjoon shoved his headphones into his ears to drown Hoseok
out.
Chapter End Notes
I will update again later this week! Thank you for reading this far!
Chapter 3
Chapter Summary
Seokjin gets the surprise of his life on the first day of classes.
Chapter Notes
Thank you so so much for the kudos and comments! They really make my day! <3
This chapter is pretty short. To make up for it, I will update again this week.
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Seokjin woke up ten minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He figured it was out of fear for
his life. Yoongi would surely disembowel him if the alarm disturbed his slumber.
Laughing softly at the thought, Seokjin rolled out of bed. Just like last year, the English course
he’s a TA for was a morning class. Seokjin had to arrive to the class by 8am. He picked up the
clothes he laid out on his chair last night, gazing at them fondly. He was wearing the exact same
outfit last when he first met Hoseok.
The students last year didn’t care for the mint green shirt he wore with whitewashed jeans. It was
a shame too, since the jeans had a heart shaped cut on the left thigh. They didn’t appreciate the
striped platforms he super glued on his mint green Converse either. Seokjin doubted the students
he’ll have this year will react differently, but he could care less at this point.
Feeling a surge of confidence rush through him, Seokjin decided to go all out. He put in pink stud
earrings, something he didn’t do last year. The blond didn’t wear earrings often, only when he
was in the mood to show off. And show off he was gonna do.
He applied pale pink eyeshadow on his eyelids, lining them with lilac colored eyeliner. He
thickened and elongated his lashes with mascara. He pursed his lips as he dabbed a pink lip stain
on them.
Seokjin smirked as he styled his hair. As soon as he walks into class, there will be no dubiety
about his taste in clothes.
Seokjin grabbed a granola bar to take with him, not having time for a decent breakfast. He wanted
to arrive at Professor Hwang’s classroom before 8am. Being fashionably late would be an epic
entrance, but he knew the professor wouldn’t appreciate that. He wants Seokjin there on time so
he can properly greet the class.
The senior checked the time on his phone: 7:47am.
Sighing, Seokjin edged towards his roommate’s door. He had taken it upon himself to check out
Yoongi’s schedule. The younger man had a morning class that started at nine. If he didn’t wake
up now, he would be late.
The blond carefully opened his roommate’s door.
“WAKE UP GRAMPS, OR YOU’LL BE LATE FOR CLASS!” Seokjin shouted, slamming the
door immediately after.
A loud thump followed, presumably a startled Yoongi falling out of bed. Seokjin grabbed his keys
and backpack, running out of the room before Yoongi could do anything.
“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Seokjin heard Yoongi screech.
Seokjin hooted as he ran down the stairs. I wonder how much longer I have to live? He mused.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
The drive to the Liberal Arts building was a tad longer than the drive to the student center. Seokjin
managed to find a parking spot and enter the grand establishment with four minutes left to spare.
He took the elevator to the third floor, where the language department resided.
Professor Hwang’s class was in room 311. Seokjin found it with no difficulty. There were quite a
few students who had arrived already. New students on the first day either arrived to their classes
way too early, or arrived late as a result of being lost. Professor Hwang wasn’t in the room yet,
most likely finishing up business in his office.
Just like last year, there were a few shocked gasps when Seokjin entered the classroom. He heard
a particular student whisper, “Geez, why do we have two fag cross-dressers in this class?”
Seokjin frowned slightly, confused. What was the brat talking about?
Paying the student no mind, he walked to the front, sitting in the chair next to Professor Hwang’s
desk. He pulled out his phone to send Yoongi an apology for waking him so rudely. The gasps
died down as the whispers grew louder, which Seokjin expected. What Seokjin didn’t expect to
hear, however, was a rather embarrassing sounding squeak.
He looked up from his phone, wondering where the sound came from. A few other students
looked around the classroom as well, but soon went back to gossiping. Seokjin surveyed the
room. He spotted a student in the very back that was acting rather strange. He had placed his head
on his desk, hidden behind his arms. His entire body was shaking.
When he saw lavender hair, Seokjin felt his heart speed up. Wait… he can’t be...
After a few seconds, the boy lifted his head, and at that moment, Seokjin felt all the air leave his
body. That student was the same boy from Yoongi’s video. That student was the same boy he had
spent seven years conversing with over the internet. That boy was Alien_V.
Seokjin could hear Professor Hwang enter the room and sit at his desk, but nothing could register
in his mind. The prof noticed Seokjin’s stupor and gave him a concerned look.
“Are you alright?” He asked quietly.
Seokjin shook his head, pulling himself together. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” He stammered.
His gaze never left V’s face. The boy shyly waved at Seokjin, donning the same awestruck face.
Class began promptly at 8am, but Seokjin couldn’t focus. He was subconsciously aware of
Professor Hwang introducing himself to the class, asking Seokjin to introduce himself also.
Seokjin stood up and told the class his name. He gave a basic greeting and told them he was
looking forward to working with them.
He noticed V silently mouthing ‘Kim Seokjin’ several times, smiling goofily.
Seokjin thanked whatever deity was listening that Professor Hwang used the first day of class to
go over the syllabus. There was no way he could have contributed anything coherent today. V’s
eyes never left Seokjin’s, adding to the unfocused state he was in.
It wasn’t until Professor Hwang dismissed the class that Seokjin remembered how to breathe
properly. V purposefully stayed in his seat as the rest of the class filed out. Some of the passing
students stared at him as they walked past, but V didn’t seem to notice.
Seokjin slowly walked towards the back of the classroom. The boy rose from his seat, and Seokjin
felt a smile etch onto his face.
It’s him. It’s really him!
As Seokjin approached him, V tugged nervously at his Victorian style blouse. His pale pink skirt
swayed as he rubbed his legs together. His pink heeled booties gave him a little extra height.
“You’re… really the Pink Princess...” He murmured, his deep voice lined with incredulity.
“And you’re really Alien V...” Seokjin replied softly. “What’s your real name?”
“Kim Taehyung. Or Tae, if you want.” He answered, pulling his glossed bottom lip into his
mouth. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Seokjin-ssi.”
“Jin.” Seokjin told him. “All my friends just call me Jin.”
Taehyung teared up at the title. “Yeah… we’re friends.”
Seokjin stretched his arms out invitingly. “Well, aren’t you going to give your friend a hug?”
Seokjin barely finished his sentence when Taehyung practically jumped on him, almost knocking
him backwards. Taehyung squeezed him tight, burying his face in Seokjin’s chest. The blond
wrapped an arm around Taehyung’s back while he stroked the boy’s hair with his free hand.
A soft sob escaped Taehyung’s lips. “I’m so happy...” He sniffled.
“Me too.” Seokjin murmured.
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The shock and raw emotion wore off as the two left the Liberal Arts building. Taehyung had a
light blue penny board with him, so he coasted leisurely beside his online friend.
“How the hell is he skateboarding in heels?” Seokjin wondered to himself, but Taehyung heard
him.
“Talent.” He replied cheekily.
Seokjin’s Voice and Speech class didn’t start until 12pm, so when Taehyung revealed that his
next class didn’t start until one, he dragged the freshman, penny board and all, to his Mini Cooper.
“Oh my god! Your car is so cute!” Taehyung squealed as he slid into the passenger seat. “The
color is perfect!”
“Thank you!” Seokjin laughed. “I wanna take you somewhere. There’s a bakery nearby that is to
die for. You’ll like it.”
“Sounds great! I’m hungry, anyway!”
The employees at the Wonderland Bakery didn’t bat an eye when Seokjin entered in all of his
pastel glory. He was a regular, so they were already used to him. They paid Taehyung no mind as
well. The patrons, however, weren’t as accustomed to such a display.
“Hey look, it’s Barbie and Ken.” a guy mocked to his girlfriend, thinking he was the funniest guy
on the planet.
Taehyung’s smile never left his face as he proudly walked with Seokjin to the counter. The pair
ordered lemonade and two bunny cookies each. They sat down in the back of the establishment so
they could have a little more privacy.
“I… I don’t know where to start.” Seokjin said, sipping his lemonade. “How crazy is it that you’re
here? I assumed you were attending a college in Daegu.”
Taehyung shrugged, but his smile faltered. “I needed to get out of Daegu, quite honestly. My
parents are unbearable right now. I wanted to go to a place near you. You know that I’ve watched
all of your video logs, and I could tell by your accent that you were from somewhere in the Seoul
area. So, I searched for colleges here. You seemed okay here. You were thriving pretty well. I
wanted to leave home and get a chance to experience a different place. I had no idea you went to
Gidae University, though. This is my first time seeing you in the flesh.”
“Well, I saw you the other day.” Seokjin admitted. “I didn’t believe it was you. But now that I’m
looking at you… I know for sure.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened. “When did you see me?”
“My friend was at the new skate park. He recorded your act of chivalry. And the epic knockout
by the other guy.”
Taehyung’s mouth formed an ‘o.’ “T-That was nothing special. I just did what you advised us to
do in the log you posted yesterday.”
Seokjin’s heart soared. “Really?”
“Yeah. The girl you saw was Kookie’s friend, and-”
“Kookie?” Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “Who’s that?”
“Ah, his name is Jungkook. He’s the guy who punched the homophobe and saved me.”
Taehyung clarified, a slight blush heating his cheeks. “Anyway, all she was doing was kissing her
girlfriend goodbye, and he started picking on her. He reached for her arm, so she pushed him.
That’s what really pissed him off. I just did what any decent human being would do.
“Since I get picked on a lot, I usually don’t stand up for anyone. I’m always too scared. But
yesterday… I just couldn’t stand by anymore. I was angry at the homophobe and angry at myself
for always being so idle. Your roommate Minnie is absolutely right in saying that we should stick
together.”
Seokjin held back a snort at the name ‘Minnie.’ “Seriously, Tae, I’m so proud of you. It takes guts
to stand up for someone else. Take pride in your new-found resolve.”
Taehyung smiled his signature boxy grin. “Hyung, sometimes I wish that you were my parent. Is
that weird?”
Seokjin picked up on the pensiveness in his tone. “Well, I’m already referred to as a parent by my
jerk of a friend Jung Hoseok. So… no, it’s not weird at all.”
Taehyung beamed. “Whoa, your friend is Hoseok-hyung? He’s my neighbor!”
Seokjin busted with laughter. “No way! That means Namjoon is your neighbor, too! That’s
crazy!”
“Speaking of crazy… can I meet Minnie? When he started yelling and banging on your door
during your video log, I laughed so hard. He’s funny!”
Seokjin sniggered to himself. “Yeah, I’ll introduce you to Minnie...”
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
It was hours later when Seokjin drove Taehyung to the Grand Apartments. Classes were done for
the day, with no homework to do. The first day was always dubbed “Syllabus Day.” The two
hung out in Seokjin’s room until Yoongi walked in with his skateboard. Taehyung had promptly
squealed “Minnie!” and crushed him in a hug.
“Hyung… who the hell is this?” Yoongi wheezed, the fabric of Taehyung’s blouse muffling his
voice.
“You know, he’s the awesome guy in the skirt from yesterday.” Seokjin reminded him.
Taehyung released the dumbfounded male, resting his hands on his shoulders. “It’s nice to meet
you, Minnie-hyung! I’m Kim Taehyung! Or Alien V, if that makes you more comfortable! I am
Jin-hyung’s friend from the realm of the interwebs, after all! I just wanna say, you sounded like a
constipated grandpa when you got angry in Jin’s log, and it was beautiful! So thank you for
making my day!”
Yoongi blinked, flicking his gaze from Taehyung to Seokjin several times. He sighed, removing
Taehyung’s hands from his shoulders.
“That’s it, I’m submitting a request to change roommates. You and your little alien can fuck off.”
“Minnie, come on!” Seokjin protested.
“Call me ‘Minnie’ again and see what happens to you.”
“Wait, your name’s not Minnie?” Taehyung asked, tilting his head.
Yoongi’s lips parted in disbelief. Is this kid for real?
“...don’t believe everything you hear on the internet, kid.” Yoongi rolled his eyes at Taehyung.
“Do yourself a favor and drop the word ‘Minnie’ from your vocabulary.”
“Okay…” Taehyung trailed off. “Can I call you grandpa instead?”
“You will call me Min Yoongi, or I will throw your ass out of this apartment.” Yoongi warned.
“Yes, sir!” Taehyung saluted him, tongue poking out of his mouth playfully.
Despite Yoongi’s rough start with the younger, it didn’t take long for them to start talking
comfortably. Taehyung shared how he and Seokjin met online seven years ago and how they met
today. The topic gradually changed to skateboarding, which segued into discussing the incident at
the skate park.
“You were really pissed when you approached that asshole. You looked kinda scary” Yoongi
recalled. “And now, you’re a giant marshmallow.”
Taehyung giggled. “I am a marshmallow 99.9% of the time. I don’t like getting angry. Gives you
wrinkles. So if you keep getting upset, Yoongi-hyung, you really will be a grandpa by the end of
the year.”
Before Yoongi could get riled up, Taehyung announced that he had to leave.
“I gotta get back to the dorms. My roommate is waiting on me.”
“Lord have mercy on the poor soul.” Yoongi sneered.
“Nah, Jimin and I get along great! It’s our neighbors Hoseok and Namjoon that are annoying.
Hoseok is loud during the day, and Namjoon is loud at night. I swear the entire floor can hear
Namjoon snore.” Taehyung complained. “I heard from Hoseok that he’s smart, though. So that
makes up for the snoring, I guess. I’ll charm my way into his heart so he can help me with my
homework.” Taehyung grinned as he grabbed his stuff.
Seokjin demanded Taehyung’s phone number before he left, promising to text him as much as he
can. Yoongi sighed when he shut the door behind Taehyung.
“Why do you keep bringing crazy people into our apartment?” He asked Seokjin.
The blond slapped Yoongi’s back. “So I can bring some excitement into your life! Obviously!”
“My music is the only thing that gets me excited.” Yoongi countered flatly.
“TMI, Yoongi.” Seokjin pretended to retch.
“Fuck you, hyung.”
“Nope, I think it’s Hoseokie you wanna fuck.”
Seokjin ran towards his room with Yoongi close behind. He managed to slam and lock the door
before Yoongi could get in.
“I will kick your door down! Don’t think I won’t!” Yoongi snarled.
“Good night, Yoongi!” Seokjin said in a singsong voice.
Seokjin walked over to his desk to prepare himself for the second day of classes. He only has two
classes tomorrow: Creative Writing and Film Lab.
There are only two professors for creative writing. Namjoon might be in my class. Seokjin
realized. I kinda hope so. He’s a mysterious guy. Very intriguing. Maybe… I wanna get to know
him more. There’s nothing wrong with that… right?
Chapter End Notes

This is the only Taehyung focused chapter this story will have. He is an important
character in this story, but more of Taehyung’s story and relationships will of course
be revealed in the second part of the Love Yourself series.
I will update again on Saturday! See you next time!

Chapter 4
Chapter Summary
Yoongi invites Hoseok and Seokjin to the underground club, where they see a
different side to Namjoon.
Chapter Notes
This chapter was really difficult for me to write for some reason. I kept hitting road
blocks with this one. I edited it as best I could, so I hope this chapter is still enjoyable
nonetheless!
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Namjoon expected to run into Seokjin on campus at some point. He didn’t anticipate seeing him
walk in his Creative Writing class. Seokjin had said they were in the same course, but he never
thought they would have the same professor.
The ravenette sighed to himself as he readjusted his black glasses. He always arrived to his classes
early and sat in the very back so he could have a few minutes of repose before drowning in work.
However, all plans of serenity were shattered when he saw that Seokjin’s lavender shorts ended
mid-thigh. Namjoon had a hard time tearing his eyes away from Seokjin’s legs, even when he
heard Seokjin speak to him.
“Hey, Namjoon!” Seokjin stepped towards him, sitting in the desk next to his. “I was hoping we’d
be in the same class!”
Namjoon finally looked up when he sat down. “Yeah...”
“Your glasses look cute on you.” Seokjin casually complimented him as he opened his backpack.
“Thanks.” Namjoon could feel the curious gaze of other students on him and Seokjin, but he did
his best to ignore them. “You’re cute too.”
The words slipped out without Namjoon fully processing them. He felt his body heat up,
mortified. “I-I mean,” He stuttered. “The colors you’re wearing look cute on you. Damn it, it’s too
early in the morning for this.”
Seokjin laughed heartily. “It’s almost 10am, Joon-ah. It’s not that early.” He teased. “Then again,
you probably need coffee to function, if the caffe americano you ordered yesterday indicated
anything.”
“Yeah, let’s go with that.” Namjoon murmured, laying his head down on his desk.
Seokjin leaned closer to Namjoon and pinched his arm. “Hey, how about I buy you coffee after
class? You don’t have another class to run to, do you?”
Seokjin was so close. Namjoon could smell the cherry blossom scented fragrance wafting from
him.
“No, my next class isn’t until twelve.” Namjoon replied. “We can go.”
Needless to say, Namjoon was distracted when class began. The professor was simply going over
the syllabus, but Namjoon didn’t pay attention. This was dangerous. If Seokjin sat next to him all
semester wearing shorts like those, he’d never get any work done.
It wasn’t until the end of class that Namjoon remembered he needed to apologize to his hyung for
his behavior.
“Jin, I’m sorry about Sunday. I… wasn’t feeling well.” Namjoon worded carefully as he waited
on Seokjin to pack his notebook.
“It’s alright.” Seokjin forgave him with no hesitation. “I figured that’s what was wrong. Next time
you’re feeling sick, just let me know, okay?”
“Alright.” Namjoon was relieved. “So… coffee?”
The walk to Starbucks was silent, but comfortable. Seokjin noted that Namjoon was a man of a
few words, which was fine with him. If needed, Seokjin could talk enough for the both of them.
When the pair received their coffee, they sat in a booth.
“So Rap Monster,” Seokjin began. “What do you like to rap about?”
The younger man was startled at the sudden use of his stage name and interest in his music. “Oh,
uh, I write raps about a variety of things. Youth, school, hopes and dreams. It’s easy to find my
flow in those topics, you know? I wanna inspire others to follow their dreams, like I wanna do.
When I rap, I feel like I’m in a different world.”
Seokjin nodded, understanding the sentiment completely. He felt the same way about his blog. It
came so natural to talk about his experiences as a gay man in Seoul while helping others at the
same time.
As Namjoon continued babbling about his love for hip hop, Seokjin took the time to commit the
way his face lights up to memory. His smile seems more authentic then before, and his eyes were
bright with excitement. Seokjin rested his cheek on his knuckles as he listened intently.
Namjoon abruptly cut himself off when he noticed Seokjin’s placid expression. “I’m rambling
again. You’re probably bored of hearing me talk about music.”
Seokjin shook his head in objection. “No, I’m really interested in what you have to say. It may just
be my imagination, but you seem happier talking about hip hop than academics. Am I reading that
right?”
Namjoon’s cheeks flushed. “You noticed that, huh?” He laughed uneasily.
“Yup.” Seokjin took a sip of his frappuccino. “You probably get a lot of people asking you about
it since you’re so smart. So, I’ll do my best not to bring it up.”
“You don’t have to censor yourself like that.” Namjoon objected firmly. “If you’re truly interested,
please ask. I only get annoyed at people who only inquire about how smart I am and never try to
get to know the real me, you know?” Namjoon’s voice softened. “Not many people ask about
what I like to do. Music isn’t considered academic by a lot of people.”
“That’s just silly! Of course music is academic!” Seokjin scoffed. “Those people don’t know what
they’re talking about. The arts is a huge part of education. Just because it doesn’t involve science
formulas or math equations doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be taken seriously.”
“You’re right.” Namjoon agreed. “Music gives me a chance to express myself without any
boundaries. The possibilities are endless. People who talk to me don’t believe music is a smart
career choice. That music won’t get me anywhere.”
“I’m an acting major, so I understand people thinking you’re destined to fail.” Seokjin shared.
“But screw them, right? If I allowed people’s opinion of me determine who I am, I would never
leave my home. I would be too scared to be myself. Namjoon… be proud of your skills in music.
You’ll go far, I know you will. You have spirit. I could see it just from you talking.”
Namjoon had an unreadable expression on his face. It gradually melted into something fond.
“You’re one of the few people I know that believe in me.” He revealed. “Yoongi used to be the
only one. But now, I have you and Hoseok supporting me. Thank you, hyung.”
Seokjin’s cheeks were pink, and it wasn’t because of the blush he patted on that morning.
“It’s no problem, really.” Seokjin waved it off. “The people who are discouraged the most are the
ones who typically have the most talent.”
"You really think so?" Namjoon chuckled, gazing at Seokjin fondly.
"I know so."
The two stared at each other until a loud voice interrupted their little moment.
“JIN!”
Seokjin shrieked when he felt two arms wrap around him from behind. Namjoon just gave
Seokjin an amused smile when he realized who the culprit was.
“Hey, Tae.” Namjoon waved.
Seokjin turned around in his seat and sure enough, the lilac haired boy was cheesing at him. He
had a saxophone case in one hand, and his penny board in the other. Mischief glinted in his eyes.
“Hey guys!” Taehyung cried cheerily, twirling around. “I saw you guys over here all cozy, so I-”
Taehyung cut himself off, covering his mouth in mock horror. “Oh… oh no! Did I just interrupt a
date?!”
Namjoon choked on his caramel macchiato while Seokjin waved his hands frantically.
“N-No, Tae! This isn’t a date!” Seokjin sputtered.
“Really?” Taehyung tilted his head to the side. “Your red face says otherwise! Aw, you two are
so cute!”
The enthusiastic exchange drew the attention of the entire cafe. Namjoon found himself sinking
lower in the booth.
“Just sit down and be quiet!” Seokjin hissed, yanking the younger man into his booth.
Taehyung did his best to stifle his giggles as he rested his saxophone case in between his knees.
“You’re so easy to tease, hyung.”
“Well, stop it!” Seokjin whined. “I get it enough from Hoseok!”
“Oh, yeah!” Taehyung recalled. “Hoseok-hyung told me about his scheme to get you to check out
Namjoon’s a-”
“Yah!” Seokjin repeatedly poked Taehyung’s ribs, causing him to yelp. “That’s enough outta
you!”
Still lost, Namjoon sat up in his seat. He chuckled at Seokjin’s perturbed face.
“Adorable...” He murmured.
“Huh? Did you say something?” Seokjin asked, turning his attention away from Taehyung.
“No, it’s nothing.” Namjoon shook his head.
“I’m curious about something. You don’t seem surprised that Tae knows me.” Seokjin observed,
regaining his normal composure. “I know you two are neighbors, but I just found that out
yesterday.”
“Yesterday, Tae wouldn’t shut up about you.” Namjoon remembered. “Wouldn’t stop crying,
either. He said you guys were online friends for seven years. Which is… amazing, really. You
guys behave like you’ve been by each other’s side for decades.”
Seokjin noticed that Namjoon didn’t mention anything about them meeting on his blog. He
silently thanked Tae for not bringing it up. He doesn’t tell many people about it. The only outside
people who know are Yoongi and Hoseok.
He shared the blog with Hoseok a few months after they became friends. It was a necessity for
Yoongi to know, so he won’t think he’s talking to himself when he records video logs. Pretty in
Pink was too precious to him to just let anyone in on it.
“Well, it’s been fun messing with you two,” Taehyung said as he scooted out of the booth. He
smoothed his yellow skirt down. “But I have to get to band class. I have a chair test today.” He
sighed sadly.
Namjoon checked his watch. “I gotta get going too. My first piano lesson starts soon.”
“So you’ll be heading to the performing arts building then! C’mon, let’s walk together!”
Taehyung squealed, tugging at Namjoon’s arm. “See you later, Jin!”
Seokjin gazed at Namjoon’s retreating figure, a little disappointed that their chat ended so soon.
Namjoon threw his empty cup away and looked back towards Seokjin. Cursing at himself for
getting caught staring, Seokjin dipped his head, pretending to look for his phone. The action
caused the blond to miss the way Namjoon licked his lips before getting dragged out of the cafe
by Taehyung.
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As soon as Seokjin entered his apartment, a flyer was shoved in his face.
“Agh-! What the?!” Seokjin ripped the paper out of the offender’s hands.
“Read it.” Yoongi snickered.
Annoyed, Seokjin did as he was told.
“The Raven Claw presents the back to school showcase for rappers who are currently students,”
He read. “The best rapper of the night will win $300. Yoongi, what is this?”
“The Raven Claw is the nightclub where all the underground rappers in Seoul attend to showcase
their skills. The competitions take place in the basement.” He explained. “The owner of the Raven
Claw was a former underground rapper, so he hosts these competitions for free. Most of the time
they’re casual events, but they have official showcases like this a few times a year. I’m gonna take
part in it, of course. And… so is Namjoon.”
Seokjin gasped. “Oh, wow! I wanna go see both of you! Can anyone come?”
“Yup.” Yoongi replied. “And, I want you and Hoseok to come. The only people who know about
these competitions are underground rappers anyway, so it’s not like everyone knows. Since we’re
friends, you’ll be welcome.”
“Awesome! When is this showcase?” Seokjin asked excitedly.
“This Friday night at 11pm. It’s gonna be so fucking awesome. Namjoon sent me a sample of the
rap he composed, and it’s so lit. Hopefully Hoseok will like the club enough to participate next
time.”
Seokjin gave Yoongi an evil grin. “Wow, you are not ashamed about wanting to spend more time
with Hoseok.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. He likes to rap too, right? So why not?” Yoongi reasoned defensively.
“Yoongi, if Hoseok liked watching paint dry, you’d find some way to join him.”
“Quiet, hyung.”
Seokjin giggled at Yoongi not even denying the accusation. “Is there a dress code I should be
aware of?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Wear whatever the fuck you want. No one there will care.”
“That’s not it.” Seokjin countered. “I kinda wanna surprise Namjoon. I don’t wanna stand out too
much, or he’ll see me from a mile away.”
Yoongi smirked. “Oh, I see. In that case, try to wear some black. Do you even have any dark
colors in that unicorn palace you call a closet?”
“Ha ha.” Seokjin spat. “In high school, before I settled on a style I liked, I experimented with
other types of pastel fashion. Pastel goth was one of them. I didn’t really like it, but I still have
some clothes from that time in my life that were too cute to let collect dust or give away. I’ll put
something edgy together.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “You? Edgy? In what lifetime?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “You? Edgy? In what lifetime?”
“In due time, my friend.” Seokjin patted Yoongi's head. “You’ll see this Friday.”
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Seokjin didn’t see much of Namjoon outside of class. The creative writing class only meets twice
a week, so he didn’t get to see the sophomore again until Thursday. Namjoon arrived ten minutes
late that day. He managed to slip in without too many students noticing. He sat in his seat next to
Seokjin. The blond pushed his notebook towards him with the ten minutes worth of notes he
missed.
Giving him a grateful smile, Namjoon scribbled the notes down as the lecture continued. Seokjin
frowned slightly at the dark circles under his eyes. School only started three days ago. Why was
he already so worn out?
When Seokjin confronted Namjoon about it after class, the ravenette simply laughed.
“The thing about music majors is, we never really sleep once we get started on a project.”
Namjoon explained as he hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder. “You’ll see that up close when
Yoongi gets an assignment that includes composing. He will stay up all night.”
Seokjin shook his head, still concerned. “You two still need to get some sleep. Especially you,
Namjoon. I’m assuming you have the maximum of five classes this semester, right? You can’t
afford to stay up. You’ll get sick.”
“You really are like a parent, aren’t you?” Namjoon teased. “Lecturing me about my health.”
“That’s what happens when my friends make irresponsible decisions.” Seokjin countered. “Is this
project you’re working on for a class?”
Namjoon bit his lip. Then, Seokjin figured it out. Namjoon was working on the rap he would be
performing at the back to school showcase.
“Never mind, you don’t have to tell me.” Seokjin retracted. “Just… make sure you’re resting
yourself, okay?”
Namjoon visibly relaxed. “Okay. I gotta go. Maybe we can talk again this weekend? Hoseok
wants to have a Mario Kart tournament.”
Hoseok is well aware that Mario Kart is Seokjin’s weakness. He probably set Namjoon up to ask
so he wouldn’t say no. That cunning jerk!
“That’s fine. But we’re having it in my apartment. The RAs here are usually a little more lenient
than the ones at the University Hall.”
Namjoon cocked his head to the side. “Why would the RAs need to be more lenient?”
Seokjin gave Namjoon a pitiful look. “You poor soul. Whenever Hoseok and I play Mario Kart,
it’s a fucking bloodbath. We rarely play that game because of it.”
Namjoon looked worried. “Uh… okay?”

“But don’t worry, you’ll be fine!” Seokjin called over his shoulder as the two parted ways. “I’ll
see you Friday- er, I mean this weekend!”
Seokjin mentally slapped himself for almost ruining Friday night’s surprise. He scurried away
before Namjoon could get suspicious.
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The following evening, Seokjin had spent way too much time ransacking his closet. Finding an
outfit to blend into the underground crowd was a more difficult task than he thought.
“Jin, I don’t care if you wear a goddamn tutu. Just hurry up and pick something.” Yoongi
growled, leaning against the blond’s door frame with his arms crossed. “Couldn’t you have just
worn a pair of jeans like me?”
“I’m hurrying!” Seokjin snapped. “I’m 90% ready! I already have my pants and shoes on! Even
my makeup is done! I just need to find my damn shirt!”
Seokjin had already done his makeup and hair to really get the pastel goth look. Hie went with a
traditional smokey eye. His eyes were rimmed with heavy black eyeliner. He applied and blended
black eyeshadow on his lids.To finish the look, Seokjin coated his upper and lower lashes in
mascara. He left his lips plain, only swiping some lip balm over them. Seokjin teased his hair up
slightly so it would look a tad rugged.
“Jin-”
A knock on the door interrupted Yoongi’s retort.
“That must be Hoseok. You have five minutes before we have to leave.” Yoongi warned before
heading to the door.
“Hey!” Hoseok lifted a hand in greeting, his smile catching Yoongi off guard. “Wow, you look so
cool! That bandana suits you!”
Yoongi wanted to compliment Hoseok too, but the words got caught in his throat. The brunette
was wearing tight denim jeans with rips at the knees and a simple black tank top. He had kohl
smudged on his eyelids. Yoongi couldn’t deny that the look was pretty hot.
“Okay, I’m ready!” Seokjin’s shrill voice snapped Yoongi out of his daze.
Seokjin proudly strutted up to his friends. He donned a loose black sweater with a pale blue skull
decorating the front. His sky blue skinny jeans were adorned with small cartoon eyes. He rolled
the bottom of the jeans up a bit so his all-black leather high tops were completely visible.
“Edgy?” Seokjin asked, twirling around once.
“Edgy.” Yoongi nodded in approval. “So let’s haul our edgy asses to the Raven Claw before the
showcase starts. I have to check in so I’m on the list of performers.”
“Right!” Seokjin grabbed his car keys.
The three men received some odd looks fro clubbers when they parked and got out of the pink
Mini Cooper. But none of them gave a fuck. They were too excited for this showcase. After
showing the bouncer that they were all at least 20 years of age, they entered the club.
The neon lights illuminated the place in a myriad of colors. Loud music bounced off the walls as
he party goers danced and grinded on each other. Seokjin had never been to this club. He usually
wasn’t one for the party scene. He does party once a year, on Halloween.
“Follow me!” Yoongi shouted over the music. “The basement is this way!”
He held on to Seokjin and Hoseok’s wrists as they squeezed past the clubbers. There was a
staircase leading downwards. The noise from up above dissipated as they walked down the steps.
It was dark, and Hoseok clung to Seokjin. He was always scared easily. Seokjin smirked,
deciding to get revenge on him for his teasing.
“Oh my god, what is that?” Seokjin asked in mock terror.
Hoseok screeched, almost jumping on Seokjin’s back. “What?! What is it?!”
“I think it’s a spider!”
“Nooooo!” Hoseok was almost in tears at the idea of a spider being near him.
“Quit fucking around.” Yoongi barked. “There’s no spider.”
“Jin-hyung, you’re such a jerk!” Hoseok wailed, thumping him on the back with his fist.
The trio arrived at another door that was manned by another bouncer.
“Are any of you participants?” He asked.
“I am. Min Suga.” Yoongi answered.
The bouncer wrote the name down on the list before opening the door to allow them inside. The
basement was just as big, loud, and crowded as the main floor. Some American hip hop song was
playing over the speakers as people conversed with one another. There was a small stage in the
front of the room. About two dozen tables with thrice as many chairs were littered across the
room. Sure enough, Yoongi had been correct on most of the people wearing black. Seokjin
blended in just fine.
Yoongi dragged his awestruck friends over to an empty table.
“Namjoon texted me earlier. He’s already backstage.” Yoongi told Seokjin. “The showcase starts
in two minutes, so I have to head back there to hand in the CD with my music. You won’t get a
good view sitting down. Get as close to the front when everything starts, okay?”
“Got it! Good luck!” Seokjin flashed him a thumbs up.
“Knock ‘em dead!” Hoseok clapped Yoongi on the back.
He smirked at Hoseok devilishly. “I plan to.” He replied slowly.
Seokjin giggled at how Yoongi’s flirting went right over Hoseok’s head. When their grey haired
friend disappeared into the crowd, Hoseok faced Seokjin.
“I can’t believe I haven’t heard of this place until now.” He sighed. “I really wanna show off my
skill here. Hell, maybe I’ll come up with some choreography to go along with it.”
“You should go for it. I know you’d do well.” Seokjin assured him.
A handsome man in his early thirties walked out from backstage and in front of a lone mic. The
background music died down, and the audience of underground rappers and fans alike quieted.
“Welcome to Raven Claw’s back to school showcase!” The MC spoke. “This is our time to forget
about our mundane lives up above and immerse ourselves in the magnetic flow. The students
behind me backstage are ready to give it all they got for a chance to win $300. You all know the
drill. There will be ballots at the end, and the winner will announced tomorrow. So without further
ado, give it up for our first student of the night: Zico!”
Seokjin and Hoseok pushed their way as close to the stage as they could.
Yoongi was the third person to perform, presented to the crowd as Suga. He performed the crowd
favorite, “Cypher part 3.” Hoseok’s mouth hung open as Yoongi dominated the stage with his
vivid aura. He sounded much more powerful on stage than he did during their mock rap battle a
few days ago.
Yoongi spotted the two in the crowd and gave them a cocky smirk. He truly did send the audience
to Hong Kong with his rap.
They were impressed by the young men and women who performed. Most of them had music to
rap to, and other didn’t. After the tenth rapper who got nervous near the end finished his song, the
MC walked back up to the mic.
“We have a familiar face gracing our presence again! After a year, he has returned to perform. Put
your hands together for Rap Monster!”
Seokjin straightened his posture. Finally!
Loud gasps and whispers rushed through the crowd before everyone erupted into tumultuous
applause. Seokjin blinked, shocked.
Everyone knows him? Wow… he must be really awesome.
Namjoon strode to the front of the stage confidently.Seokjin couldn’t take his eyes off of him as he
adjusted the mic. Namjoon’s ripped black jeans hugged his legs enticingly. Namjoon’s grey
muscle tee revealed tanned arms (from the LA sun, no doubt) that were unexpectedly muscular.
The blind had no idea Namjoon had such a body. It was hidden inside the loose and baggy
clothing he wore to class.
After Namjoon finished making the appropriate adjustments, Seokjin half-expected him to shuffle
his feet or scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. He was pleasantly surprised when Namjoon
stood tall and spoke to the audience.
“Before I left, many of you knew that I was working on a mixtape.” His deep voice rumbled,
vibrating across the room. “I performed two of the songs from that mixtape before. Now, I have a
new piece I wanna share with you, called Monster.”
Namjoon stepped back slightly as the track began to play. Seokjin felt his heart speed up when
Namjoon fixed his gaze on the audience.The black eyeliner rimming his eyelids intensified his
gaze. Seokjin was certain that if Namjoon stared at him, he would be able to see into his soul. It
made him melt a little inside.
Namjoon took a quick breath before he proceeded to spit straight fire. Seokjin’s eyes widened as
the words to his rap tumbled off his lips so fiercely. Namjoon’s mix of eloquence and ferocity took
everyone’s breath away. The crowd started clapping to the beat, Seokjin and Hoseok joining in
immediately.
During the chorus, the way Namjoon sang the words “R to the M I’m a mu-fucking monster”
made Seokjin bite his lip. There was no trace of the nerdy and clumsy sophomore Seokjin had
gotten to know. Before him was a sexy god with a devilish tongue that rivaled Yoongi’s self-
proclaimed one.
Namjoon could definitely send me to Hong Kong at this point. Seokjin couldn’t help but think to
himself.
Hoseok glanced over at his friend, snickering at the way Seokjin’s eyes were glazed, lips parted.
When Namjoon’s rap came to an end, Seokjin could barely register the thunderous applause that
roared throughout the room. He was too mesmerized by Namjoon’s cheeky grin. A line of sweat
rolled down the side of Namjoon’s temple. He winked at the crowd before taking his exit.
At the end of the showcase, everyone was still buzzing about Namjoon’s surprise reappearance.
Yoongi found Hoseok and Seokjin in the throng of people.
“How’d I do?” He asked them both, but he was looking directly at Hoseok.
“Dude, you were awesome!” Hoseok gushed. “I totally wanna perform here now! Everyone was
so magnetic and supportive!”
Yoongi puffed his chest out proudly, contentwith his answer. He looked up at Seokjin and noticed
he was distracted.
“Looking for Namjoon?” He asked knowingly.
Seokjin blushed at being caught. “N-No!”
“You’re a horrible liar. You’re trying so hard to be obvious, aren’t you?”
“Says the one who told me Hoseokie has a nice a-”
Yoongi quickly covered Hoseok’s ears, hissing at his hyung before dragging the oblivious
brunette away. Sighing in relief, Seokjin continued his optical search for Namjoon. He stepped
around people, his eyes darting left and right. He finally spotted him near the back of the stage,
talking to the MC. They shook hands before Namjoon turned Seokjin’s way. He froze as soon as
they made eye contact.
Seokjin waved, thinking Namjoon was just surprised to see him. That was only half of the truth.
The rapper’s eyes trailed down Seokjin’s body. The cartoon eyes decorating Seokjin’s pants
stared back at him, mocking him for his lingering gaze on his hyung’s thighs.
The blond ran a hand through his hair as Namjoon approached him. The intensity he had seen on
stage returned in Namjoon’s eyes.
“Hyung… wow. Thank you for coming.” He said awkwardly. “You look so different like this.”
Seokjin laughed. “Yeah, well I didn’t wanna stand out too much. You would’ve seen me
immediately. I didn’t want that. I wanted to see you in your element, without you knowing I was
here. You were awesome up there. Your really took my breath away. Your passion for music is
astounding, Namjoon. It showed on stage. You’re... a star.”
Namjoon’s expression softened at his hyung’s praise. “Jin...”
When Namjoon’s sweet voice filtered in his ears, Seokjin felt his heart flutter.
Their moment was interrupted when a small hand placed itself on Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Hey. Long time no see.” A mature voice purred.
“Hi, LE.” Namjoon turned his attention to the female rapper to his left.
“Rap Monster, you may not want anyone here to know your real name, but that doesn’t mean you
can’t use mine.” She told him.
Seokjin shifted his weight from his left leg to his right uneasily. He felt like he was intruding on a
private moment.
“Ahn Hyojin… right?” Namjoon recalled.
“Ah, you remembered! I knew you would.” Hyojin giggled.
“You didn’t perform tonight. You’re in grad school, right?”
Hyojin pouted. “I would’ve performed, but I’ve been too busy to prepare anything. I had an
internship over the summer. School just started, and I’m already swamped. But...” She smiled
slyly. “I’m not busy tomorrow. Wanna hang out and catch up?”
Seokjin slowly stepped away from the two. They were seemingly engrossed in each other.
Before Seokjin could make a silent escape, Namjoon reached out and grabbed Seokjin’s arm. The
older man froze, shocked at the action. As if just then realized what he was doing, he quickly
released Seokjin before clearing his throat.
“Maybe some other time, noona. I’m hanging out with my friends tomorrow. Once you agree to a
Mario Kart tournament, you can’t back out unscathed, y’know?”
Seokjin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Namjoon was turning down spending time with a
hot girl for a silly video game competition? This was unheard of.
Hyojin raised a questioning eyebrow at Namjoon. “Is he one of your friends?” She asked, tilting
her head pointedly at Seokjin.
“Yeah...” Namjoon answered.
Hyojin eyed Seokjin’s outfit and makeup curiously. “I haven’t seen your pretty face around here
before. What’s your name?”
Seokjin straightened his posture. “I’m Kim Seokjin.” He introduced himself, bowing. “It’s a
pleasure to meet you, noona.”
“Likewise.” Hyojin replied. “Well, I’ll see you two around.”
Giving Namjoon a flirtatious wink, Hyojin disappeared into the crowd. Namjoon reached for
Seokjin again, this time grabbing his wrist. He tugged Seokjin through the crowd. The blond
could barely breathe, his eyes glued to the back of Namjoon’s head.
“I see Yoongi and Hoseok over there.” Namjoon said, getting Seokjin’s attention. “I got a ride
here from Woo Jiho, and I’m spending the night at his place. You saw him perform. His stage
name is Zico.”
Seokjin nodded in affirmation. He was the first one to perform. “Alright.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Namjoon told him sincerely.
Seokjin exhaled happily. “Yeah, I’ll see you- ack!”
Someone bumped into Seokjin from behind, causing him to fall forward onto Namjoon. He
instinctively clutched Namjoon’s arms. In the back of mind, he admired the softness of the bare
skin.
“Ah, sorry.” Seokjin looked up, and immediately regretted doing so.
Namjoon’s expression was frozen, but Seokjin could see pools of something swirling in those
eyes of his.
“Hey, lovebirds! Get a fucking room!”
Hoseok’s irritating voice broke them out of their stupor. Namjoon’s face turned beet red as he
straightened Seokjin up before stepping away.
“It’s not like that, you jerk!” Namjoon denied vehemently. “He just fell!”
“Jin sure does like falling around you.” Yoongi chimed in. “He fell the first time you met. He must
be falling for you.”
Namjoon choked on air as Seokjin edged towards his brat of a friend and his roommate. He had a
smile on his face, but his expression held something ominous.
“Why don’t you both come here so I can show you how much I like you?” He suggested sweetly.
The two younger students fled for the exit with Seokjin hot on their heels, swearing to drive home
and leave them stranded here. Namjoon stood there, dumbfounded. Shaking his head, the
ravenette went to go find Jiho.
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Hoseok didn’t feel like going back to the dorms by himself, so he asked if he could spend that
night at Yoongi and Seokjin’s apartment. Yoongi quickly said yes, of course. Seokjin had rolled
his eyes at his roommate’s obvious eagerness.
“So… what’s going on with you and Namjoon?” Hoseok asked the eldest hyung craftily.
“What do you mean?” Seokjin pretended to play dumb.
“Oh, please.” Yoongi scoffed. “Hoseok told me how you were practically eye fucking Namjoon
when he was on stage.”
“What?!” Seokjin roared, his voice almost waking up the entire second floor. “Hoseok, you ass!”
Hoseok raised his hands in defense. “It’s true, hyung!”

Seokjin sighed, exasperated. “Okay, I would be lying if I said I don’t find him good-looking. But
that’s it. Attraction doesn’t equate to anything going on. I still don’t know him that well, anyway.”
“...Tae also told me how you two were eye fucking each other when he saw you at Starbucks!”
Hoseok blurted, unable to help wanting to fluster Seokjin more.
“Hoseok, you really need to keep your mouth shut.” Yoongi scolded as Seokjin chased the
brunette around the apartment.
Chapter End Notes
I'm sorry if this chapter was crap! TT^TT I tried my best! I swear chapter 5 is so
much better. There will be fluff! ;)
I will update again on Monday, so stay tuned! Your kudos and bookmarks are
appreciated! And I enjoy responding to your comments! So thank you so much!
Chapter 5
Chapter Summary
Seokjin doesn’t go back home during Chuseok, Korea’s annual harvest festival, to
avoid conflict with his family. Seokjin is shocked to find out Namjoon doesn’t go
home either.
Chapter Notes
Thank you so much for your nice comments! And wow, over 100 kudos?! You guys
are awesome! I hope you enjoy this fluffy chapter, because shit will hit the fan come
next chapter! O.O
Chuseok is an actual holiday. You can read more about it here.
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It was a no-brainer when the Raven Claw announced Rap Monster as the winner for the back to
school showcase. His surprise reappearance and electric performance rocked the entire crowd.
Namjoon graciously accepted the $300, vowing to use it to get better sound production
equipment.
August rolled into September fluidly. The intense summer heat gradually died down into a more
bearable warmth. However, unfortunate things come with the month of September. Unfortunate
for Seokjin, anyway.
Chuseok, an annual harvest festival that took place in mid-September, was supposed to be a
joyous national holiday for Koreans. Classes were canceled, and many people traveled back to
their ancestral hometowns for three days to be with their immediate and extended families.
Together, they honored their ancestors and feasted on delicious food. Seokjin, however, had not
participated in such festivities with his family ever since he left for college.
It ‘s for the best. Seokjin always reasoned with himself. My extended family is uncomfortable
around me, and I’m uncomfortable around them. Not going home is a win-win.
Taehyung revealed that he wouldn’t be going back home to Daegu, but informed Seokjin that his
roommate Jimin and protector Jungkook had invited him to go to their hometown in Busan. The
two Busan natives apparently lived somewhat close, but never met until they moved to Seoul.
“Jimin and Kookie are friends!” Taehyung had gushed a few days before the holiday. “Kookie
moved to Seoul when he was a freshman in high school, and Jimin was already a sophomore.
They were friends until Jimin graduated just this year! Kookie’s a senior now, so-”
Taehyung cut himself off when he saw his hyung’s wistful expression. “Jin, what’s wrong?
You’re going home to Gwacheon, right?”
Seokjin took a deep breath. He tried to avoid talking about his family. He didn’t really have much
to say about them, so why bother?
“No, I’m not.” He told the younger. “It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to go back. It’s
complicated.”
“Hyung...” Taehyung bit his lip worriedly. “I don’t want you to be here alone! Please, come to
Busan with us! I’m sure Jimin won’t mind! And I’ve already told Jungkook about you, you’d
finally be able to meet him, and-”
Seokjin raised a hand. “It’s fine, Tae. I can meet them some other time. I think I need this time
alone to reflect on some things anyways. I can use the time to update my blog, too. I haven’t had
time to do that for the last two weeks.”
Taehyung’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. “Fine.” He pouted. “But I’m calling you every
day to make sure you’re alright!”
Seokjin ruffled the boy’s purple hair. “I appreciate that.”
When Chuseok rolled around, the blond didn’t understand why he half-expected Yoongi not to
return to Daegu for the holiday. But seeing his roommate pack clothes caught him off guard.
Yoongi was able to deduce the reason behind Seokjin’s stunned expression.
“My parents and family don’t care that I’m bi.” He informed Seokjin. “All my parents care about
is making sure I graduate from college so they can brag that me and my older brother have a
degree.”
“I see.” Seokjin murmured. He hadn’t spoken to his own brother since he graduated from high
school. He heard that his brother moved, but he has no idea where.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with me?” Yoongi clapped a hand on Seokjin’s shoulder.
“Hoseok already complained to me that you refused to go to Gwangju with him.”
“I’m sure.” Seokjin reassured him. “Tae invited me to go with him too. You all think I’m fragile,
but I’m fine. I promise.”
Yoongi clicked his tongue. “I guess that’ll be fine. Namjoon’s not going home either.”
Seokjin frowned, worried. “Really? Did he say why?”
Yoongi shook his head. “Nope, he kept quiet about the reason. When I asked Hoseok about it, he
told me that he overheard Namjoon arguing on the phone with someone a couple days ago. He
thinks it was one of his parents.”
Seokjin’s face fell. “Oh no… I wonder what they fought about?”
“Beats me.” Yoongi sighed as he zipped up his small suitcase. “Well, you’ll have three days to
figure it out.”
“What? Why me?” Seokjin asked, baffled.
“Because you like him.” Yoongi responded matter-of-factly.
“Oh my god! You can’t say stuff like that so casually!” Seokjin squawked, covering his face with
his hands. “How many times are you gonna say that?”
“But it’s obvious, hyung. The care you have for him is written all over your face.” Yoongi
checked his phone when it started to buzz. “My folks are here. I gotta get going. But listen to me.
If anyone can figure out what’s wrong with Namjoon, it’s you. You have this understanding spirit
that people would be privileged to have. For the few months that I’ve known Namjoon, he’s
always had this perpetual cloud hanging over him that only lifted when he was rapping on stage. I
could never crack through his exterior.”
Yoongi closed his bedroom door, passing a gaping Seokjin as he rolled his suitcase to the door.
“This isn’t some fucking Disney movie, I know you don’t have romantic feelings for him. But you
do have some sort of magnetic pull to him, right?”
“I suppose so…?” Seokjin was unsure how to answer such a question.
Yoongi opened the door. “You’re so open with people. I mean, you have a support blog for
crying out loud. Namjoon is the exact opposite of you. He’s isolated and reclusive. He needs
someone like you in his life.”
He left the apartment after waving goodbye. Seokjin walked back to his room and sat at his desk,
mulling over Yoongi’s words.
It wouldn’t hurt to talk to him. Seokjin decided. He is my friend, and if he’s feeling down, I wanna
help him out. I’ll take on whatever burdens he may have if it means he’ll be happy.
Seokjin quickly took off the cute outfit he was wearing and wiped his face clean of makeup. After
changing into something more comfortable, he dialed Taehyung’s number.
“Hey Tae, have you and your roommate left for Busan yet? No? Awesome. Before you go, do
you mind signing me into your dorm?”
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Namjoon sat at his computer, a blank word document in front of him. Usually when he was
feeling down, he would write them in the form of raps. The words would just rush out him like a
waterfall. But for some reason, no inspiration came to him.
Giving up, he closed his computer and flopped on the lower half of the dorm’s bunk bed. Hoseok
had already departed for Gwangju to spend Chuseok with his family. On the bright side, at least
Namjoon would have three days of peace and quiet without the dancer bugging him.
Knock, knock, knock.
Namjoon groaned. And there went the peace. He pulled his pillow over his head, childishly
hoping hiding himself would make the unwanted visitor go away. The knocking continued, albeit
more urgently. Exhaling sharply, Namjoon threw the pillow off of him and stormed over to the
door.
“What?” He snapped in frustration.
The sophomore blinked in shock when he saw it was Seokjin at the door, appalled at such a rude
greeting. Namjoon noticed that Seokjin wasn’t wearing any bright colors this time around, which
stunned him. He had on a simple white T-shirt and black basketball shorts. His face was bare of
any makeup as well. He looked different, but also handsome.
He noticed Seokjin’s gaze subtly shift downwards. The ravenette then remembered that he was
shirtless and clad in only boxers. Blushing at his half-nakedness, Namjoon stepped back into his
room.
“Hyung… uh, I’m sorry.” He apologized for his indecency, embarrassed. “What are you doing
here?”
Seokjin crossed his arms. “I came to get you. And I’m glad I did. You’re in worse shape than I
thought.”
Namjoon was aware that his eyes were dark from the lack of sleep. They were probably red as
well from crying.
“Have you eaten at all?” Seokjin inquired, stepping into his room and shutting the door.
“No.”
“Well, get dressed and come with me.” Seokjin ordered. “You’re not gonna spend Chuseok holed
up in your room. We’re going to eat, and then we’re going for a walk. That’s why I’m dressed in
my gym gear. We’re going to be walking for quite a while, and I didn’t wanna dirty up any of my
cute clothes.”
“W-What?” Namjoon stuttered. “What the hell is happening? How did you even know I was
staying here for Chuseok? Why haven’t you gone home? How did you even get into the
building?”
“You ask too many questions.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Do as I say and get some clothes on.
You’re getting out of this stuffy dorm whether you like it or not.”
Goaded by the finality in Seokjin’s tone, Namjoon obeyed. After demanding Seokjin to turn
around, he slipped on a black Kanye West T-shirt and red basketball shorts. Satisfied, Seokjin
pulled Namjoon out his room and down the elevator.
It was already three o’clock in the afternoon. Not having time to cook a meal, they decided to just
eat in the dining hall. Namjoon ate a burger, laughing when Seokjin scrunched his nose at the
food he had ordered.
“This is why I cook for myself.” Seokjin gagged, picking at the dry chicken and kimchi on his
plate. “So I won’t be subjected to shit like this.”
“It’s not that bad, hyung.” Namjoon chortled, reaching his disposable chopsticks towards
Seokjin’s kimchi and popping a piece in his mouth. Seokjin’s face contorted in disgust,
scandalized at the sight.
“Here, you can eat this sorry excuse for kimchi and I’ll take your burger.” Seokjin huffed.
Being the gentleman he was, Namjoon switched their plates, grinning tauntingly. He happily ate
the kimchi and chicken while Seokjin looked on, a small smile pulling at his lips.
~.~.~.~.~.~
After their less than ideal meal, the two walked at a brisk pace around the Gidae University’s huge
campus. Seokjin took him on a personal tour of the campus, sharing stories that tour volunteers
wouldn’t dare tell new students. They eventually walked off campus, slowing down to a
comfortable gait.
“See that frat house over there?” Seokjin pointed to a two story house with two columns. “They
have the most wicked parties. I was never interested in joining a fraternity, but I do like to attend
their Halloween parties since they’re open for everyone. God, it’s so awesome. Even students
from neighboring universities come over for this party.”
Namjoon gave Seokjin a curious look. “I never took you for a party-goer.”
“Oh, I’m not. I only attend a party once a year. Because when I drink, I get absolutely shitfaced.
Like, sloppy drunk. It’s not even funny.” Seokjin replied. “I gotta have fun sometimes, right? You
should come with me this year!”
“Nah.” Namjoon dismissed his suggestion. “I like to spend Halloween inside. I usually buy a PC
horror game and play it in the dark.”
“You sure do live life on the edge.” Seokjin teased.
The two walked in silence for a few minutes. Seokjin observed that Namjoon was relaxed. He
looked better than he did before. Seokjin decided it would be a good time to see if if Namjoon
wanted to talk about why he stayed home for Chuseok.
“Namjoon,” Seokjin started. “Hoseok overheard you arguing with someone a couple of days ago.
Is that why you were upset earlier?”
Namjoon went rigid. “He told you?”
“Well… he told Yoongi, who then told me. It’s not because we’re trying to pry into your life or
anything. We’re your friends, and we’re worried. I’m worried.” Seokjin explained softly.
Namjoon stopped walking. “Why? We’ve been friends for barely a month. Why are you so
concerned about my life?”
His words stung a bit, but Seokjin knew it was just a defense mechanism. He would know. He
went through similar things. The senior gently took Namjoon’s hand and led him to a bench on
the sidewalk. The two sat down, Seokjin facing Namjoon.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Seokjin said. “It’s okay. But if you do want
to talk, I’ll always listen. I’ve spent years isolating myself, not wanting to talk to a soul. Opening
up to someone is difficult. Some might feel like they’re being weak. Others may not trust easily. I
understand that feeling. But please believe me when I tell you that I would never betray your trust.
There’s something about you that draws me in, I can’t explain it. I wanna help in any way I can.
That is… if you want me to.”
Seokjin sat back on the bench, waiting for Namjoon to say something. He heard Namjoon clear
his throat.
“I was fighting with my father.” Namjoon began, clenching his fists. “It was another stupid
argument. I’ve never been the son he’s imagined, and he’s hell-bent on reminding me of that every
chance he gets. He called to discuss what time he was coming to pick me up to take me back to
Ilsan for Chuseok. Of course, the conversation gravitated to how I was doing in school, and then
my major. I got pissed when he told me I was wasting life and my full-ride to this school on
music. I didn’t want to spend three days trapped with my family arguing about my life choices. So
I told him I wasn’t going to come home.”
Seokjin’s mouth hung open in shock. “Your father shouldn’t have said such a thing to you. He
had no right. You earned your full-ride to this university. He didn’t put in the hours of work you
spent studying. He didn’t pass all of your exams with flying colors. And he most certainly doesn’t
have the talent in music that you possess. So what the hell does he know?”
Namjoon looked away. “I never had dreams of my own when I was in school, hyung. Everything
was decided for me. But when I discovered hip hop, I realized my passion. I just don’t get why
it’s so hard for my parents to understand.”
Seokjin rubbed Namjoon’s back soothingly. “Parents are stubborn because they believe they
know what’s best for their kids. That’s true to some extent. When it comes to what you wanna do
with your life, they have no say in the matter. My parents tried to lay my life out before me, too.
Wanted me to go to law school and then join their law firm. They also wanted me to get married
to a nice girl and have kids.”
Seokjin laughed resentfully. “My entire life is a disappointment to them. I like pink. I like to wear
women’s pants. I like men. I’m an acting major. I don’t think my parents have ever been proud of
me.”
Namjoon looked up, his eyes swimming with sympathy.
“But you can’t let your parents’ expectations stop you.” Seokjin continued. “I know it's easier said
than done. Trust me, I know. I had to do the same thing. Now I’m following my dreams, and I’ve
never been so happy in my life. I’m not telling you to just cut your parents off. If they love you
like I think they do, they will come around and accept your choice.”
Namjoon sat up straight. “You think they love me?” He scoffed. “I dunno about all of that. It was
my birthday when my dad called, and he didn’t even wish me a happy birthday. Great dad I have,
right?”
“What?!” Seokjin cried. “When was your birthday?”
“On the twelfth.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Seokjin slapped Namjoon’s arm. “You're twenty-one now, right? After
we finish our walk, I’m taking you to the grocery so I can buy you a cake. We're gonna go stuff
our faces and gain back all the weight we just lost.”
Namjoon tipped his head back and laughed genuinely for the first time that day.
“And to answer your question… yes, I do think they love you.” Seokjin said sincerely. “They just
have a funny way of showing it. That is in no way excusing their antagonistic behavior towards
you. Your parents have high expectations that I think are borderline insane. I do, however, believe
that they don’t know how to channel their worry for your future in a healthy way. Instead, they
take it out on you contentiously. They’re not worried about upholding a reputation, are they?”
Namjoon shook his head. “No… they’re not.”
“Thank god.” Seokjin stood up, smoothing down his shorts. “C’mon, let’s head back so we can
get to the grocery. Tomorrow, I’m gonna take you out to eat so you can have a proper birthday
celebration.”
“Hyung...” Namjoon looked down the street both ways before standing up. He pulled Seokjin into
a hug, resting his chin on his shoulder. Seokjin inhaled sharply, his pulse racing.
“Thank you. Thank you for being my friend.” Namjoon murmured in his ear before pulling away.
Seokjin gawked at the taller boy, at a loss for words. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out
of water.
“What are you just standing there for?” Namjoon grinned. “You’re buying me cake, right?”
Seokjin flicked Namjoon’s forehead. “Yah, don’t rush me!”
He walked away from Namjoon, taking long strides.
“Hey! Wait for me!” Namjoon jogged to catch up with him.
Seokjin hoped that by the time they reached the grocery, the butterflies in his stomach
disappeared.
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When Seokjin returned to his apartment later that evening, he planned on taking a long hot shower
as soon as he got in. Or he would have, if Yoongi had cleared out the remnants of his bath bombs
before he left for Daegu. The blond didn’t have it in him to stay angry as he cleaned the remaining
color staining the tub and picked up scattered bits and pieces.
Even though his leg muscles were tired from hours of walking, he had a goofy smile on his face.
Namjoon had picked out a chocolate cake, and they ate it together in his dorm. Seokjin even
bought candles so Namjoon could make a wish. After Seokjin sang happy birthday to his
dongsaeng, Namjoon closed his eyes to make his wish before blowing out the candles.
While they were eating, Seokjin smeared chocolate icing on Namjoon’s cheek to annoy him. The
action caused Namjoon to playfully wrestle Seokjin to the floor, which eventually turned into a
tickle fight. Namjoon lost, of course. Seokjin already knew the younger man was incredibly
ticklish.
They were visited by the floor’s RA, Do Kyungsoo, for being too loud. Seokjin decided to take
his leave before Namjoon got in trouble with the serious male. By the time Seokjin had trekked all
the way back to the apartments, he was exhausted but jubilant.
Seokjin stripped his clothes and ran water for a bath instead, using one of Yoongi’s beloved citrus
bath bombs as revenge for not cleaning up. Yoongi will have his head when he finds out, but it
was worth the risk. The warm water soothed his tense muscles as he sprawled out in the tub. He
closed his eyes, the image of Namjoon’s face from getting tickled coming to mind. His entire face
had turned red, and tears were streaming down as his face as he begged Seokjin to have mercy.
Seokjin decided the only time he wanted to see Namjoon cry was if he was being tickled to death,
not because of his douchey parents. Then, his thoughts wandered to when Namjoon first
answered the door, the ravenette’s bare chest displayed for the world to see. He wasn’t ripped, but
he had lean abs with muscle definition. His legs looked pretty good too-
Seokjin shook his head, his hair flicking water on the floor. What am I doing thinking about his
body like a dirty old man? The scent of this bath bomb must be messing with my head. This
explains why Yoongi talks about Hoseok’s ass so much.
Seokjin drained the water, making sure to clean any remnants from the bath bomb. After drying
off and blow drying his hair, he sat down at his computer in his pink pajama shirt and a pair of
boxers. He opened his laptop and logged onto his Pretty in Pink blog. Stretching his arms, Seokjin
got to work on a new written post.
Pink Princess, 8:43pm
Good evening my pink princes and princesses! Sorry I’ve been away for a couple of weeks.
School has been kinda busy. For those of you celebrating Chuseok, I hope you are enjoying
yourself with family and you’re eating some awesome food!
In light of the holiday, I wanna talk to you guys about the importance of fellowship. There are
many of us who are on their own, and don’t want to let in anyone into their lives. I used to be one
of those people in high school. I thought being an island was safe, that I would be safe from the
harshness of the world. But… I realized I was wrong.
I have made some interesting friends this semester. You guys already know about Jungie and
Minnie. I even got to meet Alien_V, I’m sure you guys know who he is by now. He comments on
everything. I let him write a post on pansexuality last year as well. There’s another friend of mine
who I’ve kept quiet about, and for good reason. It’s because at the time of my last post, I didn’t
know much about him. Let’s call him…
Seokjin tapped his keyboard in thought. Calling him “Kimmie” would be kinda weird. Let’s see,
his stage name is Rap Monster, so…
Seokjin grinned as continued typing.
Let’s call him Monnie. He’s a very talented rapper. Amazing, actually. But he’s also very
mysterious and hard to read. He was essentially an island. Today, he opened up to me, and it was
astonishing how much closer we got because of it. Monnie is much more relaxed than he was
when I first met him.
Please, don’t be afraid to open up to other people. Once they’ve established their trustworthiness,
let them in. Going through life alone sucks. It just sucks. Sometimes a shoulder to lean on can
help in more ways than you could ever imagine. In turn, if you see someone you know struggling,
don’t be afraid to reach out first.
You must, however, respect their boundaries. Don’t just walk up to them and be like “Yo, what’s
your deal? Why are you sad?” Doing something like would be very insensitive and rude. You
have to see what level the individual is at with you. Do they trust you? Do you hang out with then
often? Are you prepared to take on the burdens they are carrying? Those are important questions
you must answer before lending a helping hand.
I will write more about this at a later time. I’m starting to get sleepy. I stuffed my face with cake
not too long ago like the pig you all know I am. You guys know what sweets do to me. Please
comment your thoughts and questions down below, and I will reply to as many of you as I can in
the morning!
Sweet dreams! <3
~Pink Princess
Seokjin proofread his work before posting it to the blog. Five minutes later, Seokjin received a
notification. He smiled, knowing instantly who the notification was from. Of course it was a
comment from Alien_V.
From: Alien_V
Wow, what an intriguing topic matter! I really learned a lot from this, Pink Princess! Thank you
for sharing! <3
It sounds like you really like this Monnie guy, hyung! I wish you the best of luck with your budding
friendship with him! <3 <3 <3
~V
Seokjin chuckled to himself as he shut off his computer.
“Yeah… maybe I do like him…” He admitted to himself.
Chapter End Notes
I will update again on Thursday! See you then! <3

Chapter 6
Chapter Summary
Seokjin comes to terms with his attraction to Namjoon. Namjoon is fortuitously

reunited with a person from his past that he wanted to forget. A drunken deed from
Seokjin irrevocably changes the dynamic of his and Namjoon's friendship.
Chapter Notes
I updated the tags about a week ago, so please look through them again, because one
of them in particular applies to this chapter.
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Being an English language TA had its perks. Seokjin was getting paid by the hour for helping
students learn a language he had a pretty solid proficiency in. Grading the homework and tests
wasn’t that difficult either. During office hours, he could get his own homework done, since none
of his students came for help. Well, all except one...
“Now, how about we try this sentence? I went to the beach with my family.”
“I went to the bitch with my family.”
“No, Tae! Beach, not bitch. You need to watch your pronunciation! If you say it like that on the
speaking portion of your midterm, Professor Hwang will fail you for sure!”
The disadvantage of being a TA was dealing with Kim Taehyung in a professional setting.
Similarly to Hoseok, Taehyung attended as many of Seokjin’s office hours as he could. After
Chuseok ended, it was time to start focusing on midterms that were three weeks away.
Some students needed more time to study than others. One of those students being Taehyung.
Seokjin knew Taehyung was a bright student. He always participated in class, much to the
annoyance of the other students who wanted to pretend he didn’t exist. Seokjin always praised
Taehyung for trying, even if he got answers wrong.
Seokjin tried to be professional during office hours since Professor Hwang showed up sometimes
to see his progress. However, Taehyung’s liveliness made it difficult to get a lot of work done.
They always end up looking at cute clothes online or talking about Taehyung’s crush on this
Jungkook kid. Seokjin had yet to meet the high school student, but the way Taehyung talked
about him gave him a pretty good idea of what he must be like.
Seokjin brought his attention back to Taehyung, who was chewing his bottom lip as he
concentrated on his speaking prompt.
“This is so hard!” He wailed. “I give up. Let Professor Hwang fail me!”
“No way.” Seokjin tapped Taehyung’s forehead with his index finger. “I’m not giving up on you.
You can do this. You can write in English very well. You’re all set if you can get a hold on your
pronunciation. Hoseokie had the same issues last year that you’re having now. I was able to help
him too. So come on, let’s try again!”
There was an urgent knock on the office door. Wondering if another student of his finally came
for extra help, Seokjin opened the door.
“Hello there, I-” Seokjin stopped. He’d never seen this student before.
He was short, probably a little shorter than Yoongi, with fire red hair and brown eyes.
“Hello, Seokjin-ssi, is Kim Taehyung here?” The student asked frantically.
“Jimin?” Taehyung popped his head above Seokjin’s shoulder. “What’s wrong? What are you
doing here?”
Seokjin suddenly realized this was Taehyung’s roommate. It was nice to finally put a name to the
face. His smile fell when he saw that Jimin was almost in tears.
“It’s Jungkook. You have to come with me now.” Jimin told him.
Taehyung’s eyes widened. He hastily packed his things.
“I’m sorry, Jin! I’ll be back next week for office hours!” Taehyung shouted over his shoulder as
he ran out of the room.
Confused, Seokjin shut the door and sat back at his desk. Still having an hour to kill, he spun
around in desk chair for a good five minutes before he noticed Professor Hwang was peering at
him through the door’s small window. Embarrassed, Seokjin waved at his professor sheepishly
before pretending to get some work done.
~.~.~.~.~.~
As Seokjin was walking out of the Liberal Arts building, he received a text from Taehyung.
From: TaeTae <3, 5:05pm
Sorry about earlier, hyung. Kookie was in trouble. He got in a fight at his school and got
arrested. He was released from custody almost an hour ago. His mom and the parents of the guys
he fought decided not to press charges.
Seokjin walked over to a nearby bench and sat down before texting back.
To: TaeTae <3, 5:07pm

What did Jungkook get in a fight about? He’s not a violent person, is he? I don’t want you to get
pulled into something dangerous.
Of course not! TT^TT he got in a fight to defend my honor. A jerk at his school was making fun of
me because I met up with him after he got out of school the other day. Don’t worry, I already
chewed him out about it. He can’t just beat up every person who insults me.
To: TaeTae<3, 5:11pm
Wow. He must really like you.
No, that’s definitely not it.
To: TaeTae <3, 5:12pm
What makes you say that?
It’s not my place to tell you. I just know that he doesn’t, okay?
Seokjin frowned at the defensive connotations from Taehyung’s text. Before he could dwell on it
too longer, another person sat next to him.
“Waiting for a hot date?” An all too familiar voice asked.
Seokjin snorted as he locked his phone and looked up at Namjoon. “No, I was texting Tae. What
are you doing here? This morning, Yoongi said the both of you would be staying in the Liberal
Arts building until late.”
“I was hungry, so I decided to take a break. Yoongi decided to stay in there and work on a new
composition while I’m gone.” Namjoon shrugged. “The entire performing arts section is having an
informal recital for our midterm. That includes my piano class. Yoongi’s been helping me with the
piece I’ll be presenting.”
Seokjin knew all about the recital. Taehyung and Yoongi had separately told Seokjin about the
performing arts recital. It took place on three separate days: the first day for band students, the
second day for orchestra students, and the third for choir students. Taehyung played saxophone in
band, and would be performing on the first day. Yoongi would be performing during the
orchestra’s recital on piano, but he had no idea Namjoon would be too.
“Aw, that’s nice of him.” Seokjin sat back and crossed his legs. “I know you’ll do great. You’re a
hardworking guy. The recital is the night before my film lab midterm, so I don’t think I’ll be able
to go. So you’ll have to give me a private performance, yeah?”
Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Y-Yeah...”
“Great!” Seokjin grinned. “You said you were hungry. Let’s go eat some barbeque. There’s a
place within walking distance we can go to. I’m in the mood for some bulgogi.”
“Sure. I had a taste for jumulleok anyway.” Namjoon stood up.
The two hurried to the Korean barbeque, eager to get some delicious food into their bellies. After
ordering the meat and side dishes they wanted, Seokjin cooked the marinated sirloin and steak on
the table’s built in grill. Namjoon wanted to help, but Seokjin knew better. Hoseok shared with
him that Namjoon almost burnt down the dorm’s communal kitchen when he was cooking
ramyun. He wasn’t going to allow Namjoon near anything that was a potential fire hazard.
When the meat finished cooking and the side dishes were brought out, Namjoon was the first to
dig in. Seokjin stared at Namjoon as he placed a piece of steak into his mouth, eyes brightening at
the taste.
We’ve eaten out together like this several times. It almost feels like we’re dating. But, he’s not
even remotely interested in me, right?
“Joonie, do you have a girlfriend?”
Namjoon looked up, taken aback by the sudden inquiry. Seokjin had no idea what possessed him
to ask that. If he looked away, it would look suspicious, so Seokjin kept his gaze level.
“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Namjoon eventually replied, taking another bite of his steak.
“Boyfriend?”
Seokjin was digging himself in a hole at this point. The steak that was in Namjoon’s mouth down
went down the wrong pipe, causing him to cough. He downed his glass of water before he was
able to respond properly
“Um, no.” Namjoon croaked. “I’m not into guys.”
Seokjin did his best not to let his disappointment show on his face.
Namjoon continued talking, oblivious to Seokjin’s countenance. “I’m too busy for a relationship,
anyway. I can get obsessive over my music and my studies. It’s better for me to remain single for
the time being.”
Seokjin nodded in understanding despite his dashed hopes.
“Are you single, Jin?”
The blond wasn’t expecting that question.
“Yeah...” Seokjin cleared his throat. “I’ve been single for about a year now. But… I have met a
guy who has caught my eye.”
Namjoon’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh really? That’s great! What’s he like?”
Seokjin had no idea why he was doing this to himself. Nevertheless, he felt like Namjoon
Seokjin had no idea why he was doing this to himself. Nevertheless, he felt like Namjoon
deserved at least a hint that he was interested in him.
Seokjin rested the left side of his face in his palm, smiling fondly. “He’s a great guy. He may be
clumsy and awkward, but he’s very profound. He has a passion that many people don’t agree
with, but he’s starting to learn that he should care less about what others think. He’s quite the
rebel, not meeting society’s expectations. And I’m happy that he is finding confidence.”
Namjoon chewed on his food thoughtfully. “He does sound pretty cool. So, what’s the problem?
Why haven’t you gotten together with him?”
Seokjin’s heart sped up. “Because… I don’t think he sees me in that way.”
Namjoon hummed. “Is that a roundabout way of saying you don’t think he’s into guys?”
Seokjin mentally cursed at how perceptive Namjoon was. “I guess so.”
“How does he treat you?” Namjoon inquired. “Does he treat you differently from everyone else?
Does he spend more time with you than anyone else? Does he do things deliberately to make you
happy?”
“Yes.” Seokjin answered honestly. “He does all three.”
Namjoon sat up in his seat. “I think you should go for it, hyung. We’re all aware that
homosexuality is looked down upon in this country, and not many people are as brave as you are
to be open about it. This guy might be interested in you, Jin, but is too afraid to speak up. Take a
good look at his actions. That’s what will let you know if he’s into you. And if for whatever
reason it turns out he doesn’t see you in that way, he won’t shun you if he’s truly worthy of your
friendship. He’ll be understanding.”
Seokjin’s lips curled into a smile. “You’re very insightful, Namjoon. And wise. Maybe I’ll take
your advice.”
Namjoon really had no idea Seokjin was talking about him when he described the guy he liked.
When the two finished their meal and parted ways, Seokjin sighed in defeat.
Namjoon, your actions toward me have shown interest. Hell, my own actions towards you have
shown interest. But you don’t think I’m treating you any differently than our other friends, do
you? And you just told me you don’t like guys. So I should just give up on this hopeless crush.
Unbeknownst to Seokjin, an inexplicable feeling swirled wildly in Namjoon’s heart as he walked

back to the Liberal Arts building.
“Why haven’t I met this guy Jin likes?” He sulked. “What makes him so deserving of Jin?”
Kicking a lone stone on the sidewalk, Namjoon tried to push the image of Seokjin’s lovestruck
smile out of his mind.
~.~.~.~.~.~
After midterms ended, Gidae University’s student body started getting into the mood for
Halloween. Decorations were gradually added around the school, along with flyers for special
horror movie showings in the student center’s theater and a haunted house. Of course, there were
also Facebook invites for frat costume parties that promised lots of booze. Seokjin was looking
forward to it.
For the last couple of weeks, Namjoon wouldn’t leave Seokjin’s mind (not that the rapper had
ever left his thoughts to begin with). He needed to get laid before he went insane. Ever since he
told Namjoon about the “guy” he liked, the ravenette stuck to him like glue. He constantly
pestered Seokjin to introduce him to the mystery man. If Seokjin didn’t know any better, he
would’ve thought Namjoon was a little jealous that someone caught his attention. But he wasn’t
that naive.
How would Namjoon react if he knew the guy I liked was him all along? Seokjin wondered.
Yoongi’s Halloween plans consisted of staying at the Liberal Arts building, holed up in the studio.
Taehyung was going to go trick-or-treating with Jungkook and his friends. Jimin and Namjoon
teamed up with Hoseok’s girlfriend Wendy to prank the obnoxious dancer. They planned on
getting revenge on Hoseok for all the times he had trolled them by tricking him into playing a
horror game. When Namjoon shared the details of the evil scheme with Seokjin, he laughed,
telling his dongsaeng to record every minute of it.
On Halloween night, Seokjin dipped into his closet to find something that would be deemed a
costume for the frat party. He wanted to go with another pastel goth look so he could be festive
and sexy at the same time.
He decided on a loose lavender sweater with a teddy bear head on it. Its eyes were crossed out
and its tongue hung out, implying the poor creature was dead. He rolled on see through stockings
with bones on them before pulling on black shorts that barely covered his ass. He slipped his feet
into block-heeled lavender and black combat boots. He placed a headband with a skull decorating
it on his head.
The one thing he loved about Halloween frat parties is that everyone wore risque clothing so it
would be easier to scope out a luscious piece of ass to take home. And when everyone was drunk,
no one cared if you were gay or not. The male students always gravitated towards Seokjin. He
would have no problem bringing a hot guy back to his apartment tonight.
As he was doing his makeup, Hoseok lectured Seokjin by text, demanding that he call him no
later than 3am so he would know that he got home safely. Seokjin hadn’t planned on staying at
this party until that late. Just long enough to get drunk, dance a little, and find a guy to fuck. Last
year, Seokjin was so smashed that he found himself laid out on the front lawn of the frat house the
next morning, half naked and covered in hickeys. Hoseok had to literally drag him to his room.
That wasn’t a good day for him, and he vowed to never stay that late again.
Seokjin took a good look at himself in his floor length mirror. No one would be able to resist his
legs and ass. He quickly took a selfie of his outfit, posting it on his blog as he wished all of his
followers a Happy Halloween.
He grabbed his car keys before strutting out of the apartment building. Tonight, he was going to
forget about his futile crush on Namjoon and have some fun.
~.~.~.~.~
Someone put a shitload of vodka in the punch. Seokjin hazily realized in the back of his mind. He
knew drinking the mixed punch with god knows how many types of alcohol in it would be the
quickest way to get a buzz, but he knew vodka outweighed everything else. Vodka always got
him wasted the fastest.
The loud music pounded his ears as he rubbed his ass against an unknown crotch in the middle of
the frat house. Several girls had grinded on him earlier, but now it was time to let the dudes know
the Pink Princess was ready to play.
He had no idea how many hours had went by as he filled his body with more alcohol and made
out with random people. His mind was long gone. No one had met his satisfaction yet. Since this
was the one time a year he lets himself go wild, he was very picky about the guy he took home.
Seokjin just finished downing a shot when he saw him. A tall man, taller than Seokjin, was eyeing
him from across the room. His hair was bleached a white blond. He was shirtless, but was sporting
tight white leather pants. There were angel wings on his back, a halo adorning his head. Seokjin
smirked dangerously. He was certainly an angel sent from up above.
Seokjin sauntered over to the angel, deliberately swishing his hips.
“I’ve never seen you around here before.” Seokjin slurred flirtatiously.
The blond knew that was a horrible conversation starter, but he was too drunk to care. The angel
latched onto Seokjin’s hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s because I don’t go here. I attend Seoul Institute of the Arts.” He murmured in his ear. “But
I came down here at the urging of my friends. Said there would be lots of hot guys here. I was
disappointed by the selection, until I saw you.”
Seokjin shivered. The man had a sexy foreign accent. It sounded Chinese to his untrained ears.
“What’s your name?” Seokjin asked, his lips against his neck.
“Jackson. You?” He tilted his head so Seokjin could place a kiss on the sensitive part of his neck.
“Jin. But tonight, you can call me princess.” Seokjin said, licking his bottom lip.
“Alright, princess. You wanna dance?” Jackson asked, eyes following Seokjin’s tongue.
“Hell yeah.”
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“I fucking hate all of you!” Hoseok screeched. “You said this game wasn’t going to be that bad!
These animatronics are creepy as fuck!”
Namjoon, Jimin, and Wendy guffawed as they made Hoseok play the final horror game of the
night. They already made him play part of Alien: Isolation and Outlast, but Hoseok had nearly
fainted, so they toned down the horror by having him play Five Nights at Freddy’s. But Hoseok
was still getting the crap scared out of him. Namjoon filmed all of the tomfoolery on his phone,
eager to show Seokjin later.
“Babe, it really isn’t that bad.” Wendy patted Hoseok’s shoulder. “You’re overreacting.”
“I am not!” Hoseok snapped. “And it’s worse because I can’t understand what the hell this phone
guy is saying! Namjoon, translate what he’s saying!”
Namjoon wipedthe tears that rolled down his face from laughing too hard. “He’s saying that the
animatronics are going to eat your soul.”
“No he’s not!” Hoseok screamed, reaching his left arm back to hit his roommate. “I know what
‘eat your soul’ is in English! I can’t trust any of you!”
Jimin suddenly grabbed at Hoseok’s shoulders, causing him to yelp.
“You are so dead!” He hollered at the younger man.
“No, you’re dead.” Jimin retorted cheekily.
“What are you talking about- ahhhhh!” Hoseok shrieked as he was jumpscared by Foxy, ending
the game. “That’s it, I’m done! Fuck this game, fuck Halloween! All of you get out of my room!”
Namjoon inhaled deeply to catch his breath. “This is my room too, asshole. It’s almost 4am,
anyway. Let’s switch over to horror movies.”
Hoseok gasped. “It’s 4am?! Shit!”
“What?” Wendy asked, frowning in concern.
“Jin was supposed to call me an hour ago!” Hoseok dove for his phone, checking to see if he had
called. He hadn’t.
“Hoseok, what about Jin? What’s going on?” Namjoon asked apprehensively.
“He could be dead in a ditch somewhere!” Hoseok panicked. “He’s probably plastered and
getting taken advantage of by a frat boy!”
Then, a memory from over a month ago appeared in Namjoon’s head. Seokjin had showed him a
frat house where he liked to go for Halloween parties and get wasted.
Wendy faced Hoseok. “Hoseokie, calm down. Why is Jin-”
“Hoseok, is he at a party?” Namjoon interjected.
Hoseok was dialing Seokjin’s number when gave Namjoon a shocked look. “How did you
know? Damn it!” Hoseok hung up and redialed Seokjin’s number when he didn’t answer. “I don’t
even know which frat house it is! All of them are having parties right now!”
Namjoon stood up, grabbing his fleece jacket and keys. He slipped on his sneakers. “I know
exactly where he is. I’ll go see if he’s okay.”
Before anyone could protest, Namjoon left the dorm. He flew down the four flights of stairs
instead of waiting for the elevator. Namjoon ran as fast as he could, remembering where the frat
house was. He didn’t want anything to happen to his hyung.
When he arrived at the frat house twenty minutes later, he searched for Seokjin’s car. He could see
the ridiculously bright shade of pink from a mile away. Sighing in relief, Namjoon calmly walked
into the frat house, pushing past wriggling bodies and drunken couples.
He spotted Seokjin in the middle of the house, dancing. Namjoon felt a rush of heat flow through
him when he saw how tight and revealing his hyung’s shorts were. As if he could feel Namjoon’s
gaze, Seokjin looked up, his eyes dark and wild. Namjoon almost recoiled at the familiar feeling
of arousal rush through him.
What the fuck…?
Shaking his head to focus on the mission at hand, he headed towards Seokjin, only to see him
wrap his arms around another man.
The person he saw Seokjin pressed up against made his blood run cold.
~.~.~.~.~
“Wanna get outta here?” Jackson whispered, Seokjin somehow hearing him over the background
noise.
Seokjin’s mind was too far gone to say anything intelligible. He gave the man a weak nod.
“Let’s go back to my place. You’re too drunk to drive anywhere anyway.” Jackson nibbled on the
cartilage of Seokjin’s ear.
In the far reaches of his mind, Seokjin noticed that Jackson didn’t appear to be intoxicated at all.
He was completely sober. But his raging hormones didn’t care. He wanted to get his brains fucked
out right now. Suddenly, Seokjin felt himself getting ripped from Jackson’s grasp. The abrupt
movement almost made Seokjin vomit.
“You shouldn’t be taking advantage of drunk people, Jackson. You’re completely sober, and he
can barely stand on his own.” He heard Namjoon’s voice snap.
Seokjin looked up at Jackson, seeing that he was just as surprised to see Namjoon.
“Namjoon…?” Jackson gaped. “Is that really you?”
“Yes, it’s me, you dick. And I see you’re still the same asshole you were two years ago.”
Namjoon snarled. “I won’t allow you to hurt Jin like you hurt me. C’mon hyung, we’re leaving!”
The ravenette dragged the confused blond away, leaving Jackson standing there in a daze.
“Joonie, where are we going?” Seokjin asked, his voice loopy. “Where’d the angel go?”
“That jerk is no angel.” Namjoon said through clenched teeth. “I’m taking you back to the
apartments. You’re so drunk, anyone could just have their way with you. Do you even remember
where you are right now?”
Seokjin just blinked in response.
“Thought so. Gimme your car keys.” Namjoon ordered.
Seokjin handed them over without a second thought, Namjoon sighing at the docile behavior. He
helped his hyung to his car, unlocking the passenger door and gently laying him inside. Namjoon
then got in on the driver’s side. Namjoon had his driving permit, but not his license. He prayed
that the campus police didn’t pull them over.
Namjoon did his best to navigate his way back to the Grand Apartments. Seokjin didn’t make it
easy. The drunken senior cracked corny jokes, laughing loudly at them. As a result, Namjoon
made one too many wrong turns.
Seokjin began to simmer down when he realized Namjoon was still angry.
“Joonie, why are you so mad?” Seokjin whined. “Why did you take me away from the party?”
“I should be asking the questions here.” Namjoon said sternly as he pulled into Seokjin’s usual
parking spot. “You said there was a guy you were interested in, right? So why the hell were you
letting Jackson, a stranger, touch you like that?”
“But I wanted him to touch me! I wanted him to fuck me, even! That was the whole point of me
going to the fucking party!” Seokjin replied, exasperated.
Namjoon growled at Seokjin’s admission.
“How do you know that guy anyway?” Seokjin inquired. “He said he went to Seoul Institute of
the Arts.”
Namjoon stiffened. “I went to high school with him.”
Seokjin’s mouth formed an ‘o.’ “You were yelling at him, though. Why?”
“I’m not going to talk about him.” Namjoon snapped, turning the car off. “Let’s go.”
“I don’t feel like it.” Seokjin pouted.
“I know you aren’t feeling well, but I’m not leaving you out here, so come on.” Namjoon said
firmly.
After coaxing Seokjin out of the car, he wrapped an arm around his waist as he used Seokjin’s fob
to enter the apartment building. Seokjin had grown quiet, so quiet that Namjoon had to make sure
he was still breathing. Seokjin stared at the ground, his lips pressed in a tight line.
When they reached Seokjin’s dorm, he realized that his hyung’s room key was stuffed in the back
pocket of his revealing shorts. Muttering an apology in embarrassment, Namjoon slipped his large
hand into the back pocket and retrieved the key.
“It’s you.” Seokjin mumbled as Namjoon opened the door.
“What?” Namjoon stumbled slightly when Seokjin suddenly pressed all of his weight on him.
“The guy I’m interested in is you.” Seokjin confessed, lips moving against his ear.
Namjoon’s breath hitched in his throat. “Y-You’re drunk, hyung. You don’t know what you’re
saying. Let’s get you inside.”
Seokjin growled at Namjoon’s dismissal of his feelings. In a sudden burst of strength, he pulled
Namjoon inside the apartment. He slammed the door and caged Namjoon against it. The taller
man gulped at the heated look Seokjin was giving him.
“My heart is beating just as fast for you now as it does when I’m sober.” Seokjin retorted, leaning
his face closer to Namjoon’s. “I saw the way you were looking at me when you found me at the
party, you know. I thought I was imagining you standing there, but it really was you.”
“Jin, please stop.” Namjoon demanded, trying to remain calm.

“You reeeeally want me to?” Seokjin drawled, tracing a finger down Namjoon’s chest. He pushed
his lower half flush to Namjoon’s. “If so, why are you getting hard right now? Or was it from
grabbing my ass when you went to get my room key? I wouldn’t mind letting you see more of my
ass, y’know.”
Namjoon blushed furiously. “Hyung, we can’t do this. This isn’t right. I won’t take advantage of
you.”
Seokjin huffed in frustration. “Fine, but at least let me get you off.” He suggested, as if that was a
better solution. “What kind of irresponsible hyung would I be if I let my dongsaeng walk back to
the dorms with a boner?”
“Seokjin, stop it now!”
Seokjin flinched at the use of his real name, his inebriated conscience finally getting the picture.
He took a step back. “If you don’t want me, push me away and leave.”
Namjoon hated that Seokjin was forcing him to make the choice. He was already straddling the
fence of giving in. He wanted Seokjin to push him away, not the other way around. Namjoon
stared at Seokjin’s flushed face, feeling his groin tighten. His brain was screaming at him that this
was wrong. One, Seokjin was drunk. He won’t remember any of this in the morning. Two,
Namjoon wasn't into guys.
But as soon as Seokjin bit his lip and rubbed his legs together, all of Namjoon’s self-restraint flew
out the window.
Namjoon cupped Seokjin’s face and crushed his lips against his. Seokjin tilted his head to the side,
wasting no time in deepening the kiss. Namjoon bit the blond’s lower lip. His mouth parted to let
out a small gasp, allowing Namjoon to slide his tongue into his mouth. Seokjin tasted like cherries
and alcohol, no doubt from the numerous cups of spiked punch he drank.
Why is this happening? Namjoon’s subconscious lamented. I like girls. Ever since that one time in
high school, I’ve never…
Namjoon was brought back to the situation at hand when Seokjin pulled away from the kiss and
dropped to his knees. He eagerly pulled down Namjoon’s sweatpants and underwear, exposing
his erection. Seokjin looked up at Namjoon through his fake lashes, swiping his tongue alluringly
across his bottom lip. More heat pooled in Namjoon’s stomach at the sight. The sweet and
motherly Seokjin he had gotten to know morphed into a seductive fox in front of his very eyes.
Seokjin didn’t break eye contact as he teasingly flicked the head with his tongue. Namjoon
reflexively fisted his hands in Seokjin’s hair at the sensation. Seokjin spit in his hand before
sticking the head in his mouth. He pumped the base of Namjoon’s dick as he sucked fervently on
the head. Namjoon bit his lip, suppressing a moan that threatened to escape his throat.
Seokjin removed his hand before taking more of Namjoon’s length into his mouth. Namjoon
couldn’t hold back his moans anymore. Seokjin withdrew his mouth completely and tongued the
slit.His dick twitched when Seokjin pulled away and blew a puff of cool air on the head. When
precome pearled at the tip, Seokjin licked it up daintily.
Without warning, Seokjin went back down on Namjoon, taking as much into his mouth as he
could. Namjoon cried out when Seokjin swallowed around him. Tears gathered on the corners of
Seokjin’s eyes as he hollowed out his cheeks and took in more until he was at the hilt. Namjoon
felt his legs turn into jelly as he felt the tip hit the back of Seokjin’s throat. Seokjin stayed in place,
staring at Namjoon shamelessly.
“Jin...” Namjoon wheezed out.
Eventually, Seokjin slid his lips back down Namjoon’s dick until only half of it was in his mouth.
He resumed sucking desperately. Namjoon’s grip tightened in Seokjin’s hair as he tried his hardest
not to thrust into his mouth. He moaned at the rough hair pulling. Seokjin’s own erection strained
painfully against his tight shorts. He quickly unzipped his own shorts to get relief, wrapping his
hand around his dripping length. The blond jerked himself off, sliding up and down in time with
his suckling.
Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut. “Jin… I’m so close...”
Seokjin removed his mouth and stood up, causing Namjoon to whimper at the loss of heat. He
swallowed Namjoon’s whine with a sloppy kiss. Seokjin shoved his shorts further down his legs
until his cock was completely free. He wrapped his right hand around his and Namjoon’s lengths,
pumping them together at a swift pace.
“I’m close too.” Seokjin mumbled against Namjoon’s lips, voice low and raspy from
deepthroating him. “Come for me, Joonie.”
Unable to withstand the red-hot pleasure surging through him, Namjoon came with a choked cry,
cum spilling onto Seokjin’s hand. The blond found his release moments later. The two panted as
they came down from their high. Namjoon’s eyes widened, suddenly shoving Seokjin off of him
as horror washed through him.
What have I done?!
Mortified and confused, Namjoon hastily pulled up his sweatpants and underwear before fleeing
the room in ignominy, leaving behind a messy and still drunk Seokjin.
Chapter End Notes
...shit just got real. The aftermath of all of this will be revealed on Sunday, so I’ll see
you guys then!
(I legit spent Halloween in my freshman year of college playing Five Nights at

Freddy's with my friends. Ah, good times.)
Chapter 7
Chapter Summary
Seokjin doesn’t know how to face Namjoon after confessing his attraction and
offering oral sex. Namjoon’s response to the predicament is not what Seokjin expects.
Chapter Notes
I rewrote parts of this chapter several times. I had some difficulty with how I wanted
things to go, but I think what I have now is satisfactory. I hope you guys will think so
too! Get ready for some angst.
Enjoy the chapter!
~.~.~.~.~.~
Seokjin awoke the next morning to the sound of obnoxious laughter. The senior groaned, his head
pounding like a bass drum. He felt incredibly sick to his stomach. Looking down at himself, he
saw that he was in pajamas. He didn’t remember how he even got to bed.
Damn… how much did I drink last night? He lamented to himself.
Recognizing the laughter as Hoseok’s, Seokjin groggily rolled out of bed and shuffled out of his
room. Hoseok and Yoongi were sitting in the kitchen. Yoongi was showing him a YouTube
video, which had Hoseok almost falling out of his chair.
The words “dong saya dae” that blasted from Yoongi’s laptop were the only things that registered
in Seokjin’s head as he squinted at the two. “What’s going on?”
“JIN!” Hoseok scrambled to his feet and ran over to his hyung. He squeezed him tightly, cutting
off Seokjin’s circulation. “What the hell were you thinking last night?! You never called me!
Namjoon went to go find you! He came back to the dorms looking so distraught! He didn’t say a
word to me. What happened?”
Then, the memory of last night crashed through Seokjin like a tidal wave. Getting drunk, Jackson,
Namjoon getting angry, taking him to his room…
Seokjin blanched as his eyes widened in horror.
Oh no… oh no! I told him I was interested in him and gave him a fucking blowjob! Shit, what am
I gonna do?!
“Jin?” Hoseok pulled away to look at his friend. “Jin, what’s the matter?”
“Where… where is Namjoon now?” Seokjin asked weakly.

“He left the dorm hours ago.” Hoseok replied. “He didn’t tell me where he was going. I asked if
he wanted to come with me here to check in on you, but he got all agitated and ran. Which I
thought was weird, since you two seemed to be getting so close.”
Yoongi studied Seokjin’s despondent expression. Something clicked in his mind.
“Hoseokie, can you give us a minute?” Yoongi abruptly requested.
Yoongi didn’t wait for an answer as he stood up from his chair and dragged Seokjin into his room,
closing the door behind him. Hoseok complained from outside the door before he retreated. The
sound of the TV turning on gave Yoongi clearance to speak without restraint.
“Do you mind explaining to me why I came home to you passed out on the floor with your dick
out for Harambe and dried cum all over your hands?” Yoongi inquired, eyes narrowing. “I almost
broke my back trying to haul you into your room. And cleaning up the cum on you was absolutely
traumatizing. Next time, I’m leaving you on the floor.”
Seokjin’s cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry for being irresponsible. I drank way too much...”
“There’s more to it than that.” Yoongi exhaled deeply. “Hoseok was telling me that Namjoon
went to find you last night and brought you back here. More happened, I’m certain.”
Seokjin twiddled his thumbs nervously. “I may have… forced myself on him.”
Yoongi gaped. “Are you fucking kidding me, hyung? How could you, a grown ass man, get
yourself into this kind of plight? What the hell is wrong with you?”
Seokjin knew Yoongi’s scathing words were warranted. He was out of control last night. He
always lost control when intoxicated. He allowed his hormones and equivocal crush on Namjoon
to take over his actions. And now he had unquestionably lost Namjoon’s trust and friendship.
Namjoon surely hates me now. Seokjin thought gloomily. I fucked up. I really fucked up.
“You’re gonna have to talk to him about this.” Yoongi apprised, crossing his arms.
“No! Anything but that!” Seokjin cried, terrified at the thought. “How can I even look him in the
eye after what I’ve done?”
“You have two days to figure it out.” Yoongi scowled. “You’ll see him again on Tuesday for
class, right? That’s enough time for Namjoon to cool off and reflect, and enough time for you to
get your shit together.”
“How am I supposed to apologize for something like this?” Seokjin argued. “He told me to stop,
and I didn’t. He didn’t push me away in the end, but I still took advantage of him.”
“I can’t answer that for you.” Yoongi shook his head. “You’ll have to figure it out on your own.”
Seokjin suddenly felt sick again, and it wasn’t from his hangover.
“...and for the love of god, do something about that floating eyelash. It’s creeping me out.”
Yoongi spat.
Seokjin touched at his face and realized he still had on his makeup from last night. He quickly
took out the fake lashes hanging off his eyelids before storming to his room and slamming the
door.
~.~.~.~.~
Namjoon spent the majority of the day outside. He needed some fresh air. Hoseok had asked him
if he wanted to see how Seokjin was doing, but there was no way he could look at his hyung right
now without feeling embarrassed.
Namjoon faltered when he realized that he was walking the same route he and Seokjin did during
Chuseok. Seokjin had been so kind, visiting Namjoon’s dorm when he was upset so he could
cheer him up. And now Namjoon couldn’t do the same for him. Heat and embarassment flooded
Namjoon’s body when he remembered the way Seokjin looked when he sucked him off. He
wouldn't be able to look at Seokjin without remembering how pretty Seokjin’s lips looked
wrapped around his cock, cheeks flushed, brow furrowed in concentration-
Namjoon squeezed his legs together to prevent the rush of heat from traveling to his nether
regions.
Why am I feeling this way? I know I’m not gay, so what’s the deal?
The memory of Jackson came to mind, and Namjoon suddenly felt dizzy. The ravenette sat down
on the edge of the sidewalk, ignoring passerby that glanced at him curiously.
I wonder how Jin feels about this. Namjoon thought. Does he even remember confessing that he
was interested in me?
The blond’s smiling face appeared in his thoughts. Now that Namjoon thought about it, Seokjin
always did things for him spontaneously. Whenever Namjoon was feeling down and out, Seokjin
was always there to give him support and let him know that he cared.
Namjoon’s eyes widened as Seokjin’s words from a few weeks ago came back to him:
“He’s a great guy. He may be clumsy and awkward, but he’s very profound. He has a passion
that many people don’t agree with, but he’s starting to learn that he should care less about what
others think. He’s quite the rebel, not meeting society’s expectations. And I’m happy that he is
finding confidence.”
Namjoon felt guilt wash over him as he put his head in his hands.
“Fuck… why am I so stupid?” He muttered to himself. “He basically told me that I was the guy he
liked. But… I couldn’t see it cuz I only see him as a friend.”
Namjoon couldn’t help but feel that he was partly responsible for Seokjin going wild yesterday.
He told Seokjin to take a chance with the guy he liked, but Namjoon ended up being a hypocrite
because he never thought that guy would be him. He had disregarded Seokjin’s feelings without
really thinking about it.
Jin probably thinks I hate him. God, I’m such a dick. I gotta fix this.
Finding his resolve, Namjoon stood up and headed back to the dorms, determined to talk to
Seokjin about this tomorrow.
~.~.~.~.~
Against Yoongi’s orders, Seokjin avoided Namjoon like the plague. When classes resumed on
Monday, he spotted Namjoon walking in his general direction as he was leaving English class
with Taehyung. He muttered an excuse to Taehyung before turning tail, praying that the ravenette
didn’t see him.
He hid in the men’s bathroom, opening the door slightly to see what Namjoon was doing. He saw
Namjoon converse with Taehyung briefly, a frown on his face. He looked past Taehyung, as if
searching for something. Seokjin quickly closed the bathroom door and hid in a stall, breathing
heavily. He waited for several minutes to make sure there was no possibility Namjoon was
lingering nearby. After he deemed the coast was clear, Seokjin jogged out of the Liberal Arts
building.
He received a text later on that day after he got out of his Voice and Speech class.
From: Unknown Number, 2:01pm
Hey, this is Namjoon. I need to talk to you. Can we meet up?
All of Seokjin’s fears resurfaced as he stared at the message. How the hell did he get his number?
Taehyung must have given it to him when they talked earlier. Seokjin deduced anxiously.
Ignoring the text, Seokjin shoved his phone back into his pocket as he scurried to his Acting 4
class.
Namjoon had texted him a few more times that day and even called him in the evening, but
Seokjin refused to answer. He just couldn’t. Seokjin had never considered himself a coward
before, but just the thought of Namjoon’s reaction made him betray his own character. What was
happening to him? What happened to the confident and brave Kim Seokjin? That night, when
Seokjin removed his makeup and stared at himself in the mirror, he didn’t like the person he saw.
~.~.~.~.~.~
The next day, Seokjin couldn’t muster the courage to go his creative writing class. This was his
first time ever skipping a class. Yoongi had given his roommate a miffed glare before he left for
his music theory class. Even though Seokjin had no problem skipping creative writing, there was
no way he could skip Film Lab, so Seokjin begrudgingly prepared himself for the two o’clock
class.
He didn’t feel like putting in extra effort to look pretty, so Seokjin pulled on a plain white long-
sleeved T-shirt and baby blue leggings. The weather had gotten cooler, so Seokjin tugged on his
favorite pink pea coat as well. He didn’t even bother putting on makeup.
Instead of driving to the Liberal Arts building, Seokjin decided to walk so he could clear his mind.
The brisk November wind whipped through Seokjin’s hair. He clutched his coat tighter to his
body to block out the cold. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He immediately knew it was
Namjoon again. This was about the time he got out of his Musics in Asia class. Hoseok,
Taehyung, and Yoongi were still in class at this time.
Not even bothering to check the text, Seokjin trekked to the Liberal Arts building and tried to
focus on his own studies. That proved difficult, as Namjoon’s horrified face kept popping into his
mind. Anxiety and repressed anger bubbled up inside him.
I’m stupid… so fucking stupid. Why did I ever think he would see me any differently?
When class ended, Seokjin was the last to leave. He packed his things slowly, not quite ready to
leave the comfort and structure of a classroom and go back to his own dilemma. When he trudged
out the door, he saw Namjoon with his back and left foot propped up against the wall, arms
crossed. Before Seokjin could even think about escaping, Namjoon grabbed Seokjin’s wrist and
pulled him into the empty classroom. He pushed Seokjin against the wall, trapping him like the
blond did to Namjoon three days ago.
Seokjin gulped at Namjoon’s searing stare.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” Namjoon stated harshly, as if that was the sole problem he had with
his hyung.
Seokjin’s surprise morphed into a scowl. “Can you blame me?” He retorted hostilely. “Why are
you doing this? I already know how this is gonna go, so just leave me alone. I’m a piece of shit
that forced myself onto a straight guy. There’s no need for you to disguise that fact. You don’t
have to worry about thinking that you’re a fag cuz of this. Anyone would get hard if their dick
was in someone’s mouth.”
Namjoon narrowed his eyes at Seokjin’s acidity, his temper flaring. “I can’t believe such vile
words could come from such a pretty mouth.” He snarled icily. “You’re being very presumptuous.
Are you surmising that I think you’re a bad person for what happened? We both are equally
responsible for what transpired that night. It takes two to tango, y’know. We weren’t thinking
straight at the time. Don’t say stuff like you know everything that I’m thinking. That’s not fair of
you. Yes, I’m straight, but I’m not an asshole who would snub you just because of a drunken
indiscretion.”
Seokjin flinched at the umbrage and hurt in Namjoon’s tone and expression.
Namjoon took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry for running away that night. It was very cowardly of me.
But don’t ever assume that I think less of you. I will always consider you as one of the kindest and
most selfless people I've ever gotten the honor of knowing."
The blond’s anguish melted into abashment. “I...” Whatever Seokjin was going to say got caught
in his throat. For the first time since he started college, he felt tears prick his eyes. He choked back
a sob, covering his face with his hands.
Namjoon’s face softened as he removed Seokjin’s hands from his face. The tears had fallen, and
he was sniffling. He silently thanked the cosmos that he decided not to wear makeup today.
“Don’t look at me.” Seokjin hiccuped, looking down at his pink boots. “I’m an ugly crier.”
Namjoon cupped Seokjin’s cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away his tears. “Hyung, look at
me.”
The blond reluctantly lifted his head. Namjoon’s eyes were warm. Seokjin’s distress increased at
the sight. Why wasn’t Namjoon yelling at him? Why wasn’t he declaring the end of their
friendship?
“I’m so sorry!” Seokjin blurted out. “I’m sorry for getting mad, and I’m sorry for forcing myself
on you! Being drunk isn’t an excuse for what I did! You said no, but I ignored you. I'm really mad
at myself for this, not you. I don’t deserve your friendship, I-”
Namjoon pressed a thumb to Seokjin’s lips, silencing him. Seokjin whimpered as the guilt ate him
alive.
“It’s alright.” Namjoon told him sincerely. “I was the one that ruined your Saturday night in the
first place. I had no business interfering with you and Jackson. I was worried, and I… I couldn’t
stand seeing you with Jackson. It didn’t help that I knew him. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I
did. I still don’t know why I got so angry. I need time to figure all of this out. But Jin…”
Namjoon leaned closer to whisper in Seokjin’s ear. “That night, you asked me to push you away
and leave if I didn’t want you. I stayed, didn't I?”
Whether Namjoon stayed due to lust or feelings, Seokjin didn’t know. But the fact of the matter is,
he didn’t leave. Seokjin felt woozy as he tried to comprehend what Namjoon just indirectly
admitted to him. “I...you…what?”
“I was so scared and confused when I left your apartment. But now, it’s weird...” Namjoon
murmured. “You’re weird. You’re fucking weird.”
“Yah!” Seokjin feebly thumped Namjoon on the chest. “I’m standing right here, you know!”
Namjoon chuckled as he pulled away from Seokjin. “I have to get to class now. Promise me you
won’t ignore me anymore, okay?”
“I promise.” Seokjin replied breathlessly.
Giving Seokjin a fond smile, Namjoon left the classroom. Seokjin sank to floor in relief and shock
at what just transpired.
~.~.~.~.~.~
Despite making up, Seokjin still had many questions to ask Namjoon. Was Namjoon attracted to
him too? Were they still friends, or something else entirely? Who the hell is Jackson? Seokjin
received an answer to the second question two days after Namjoon and Seokjin reconciled.
“I… don’t know how I feel about us right now.” Namjoon revealed as the two walked towards
the dorms. “This is all so weird to me. You… make me so happy. I do like you, hyung. I just
don’t know in what way I like you. It’s all so confusing.”
Seokjin timidly reached out and loosely intertwined his fingers with Namjoon’s. “Don’t feel
pressured.” He told him. “I understand.”
Namjoon could pick up a hint of sadness in his tone. “Hyung… let’s hang out.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?” Seokjin teased, masking his disappointment.
“No, I mean, let’s hang out like, dating?” The words sounded foreign on Namjoon’s tongue. “I
wanna… try this with you. And see how things go. I don’t wanna put a title on this or anything.
But I wanna try.”
Seokjin could hear the pounding of his heart amplify throughout his entire body. Did Namjoon
ask him, albeit awkwardly, to have a nonexclusive relationship? Namjoon essentially wanted to
experiment. Warning bells went off in Seokjin’s head, but the hopeful look on Namjoon’s face
made him melt inside. It was a miracle that Namjoon still wanted to be friends after he forced
himself on him. And now he wants to give dating a guy a chance, even though it came with no
strings attached. This was too good to be true, more than Seokjin ever felt he deserved. Seokjin
was willing to give Namjoon the world if it kept the smile on his face.
“Okay.” The blond finally replied.
What was the harm? This was just having a little fun. It wasn't like Seokjin’s madly in love with
him or anything. Right?
~.~.~.~.~.~
Yoongi stared at Seokjin sitting across the table from him. He was happily munching on one of
the two pepperoni pizzas he spontaneously ordered that evening. Yoongi hadn’t touched the
single slice he had put on his plate about twenty minutes ago.
“...who the fuck are you and what have you done with Jin?” Yoongi finally spoke up.
Seokjin raised an eyebrow as he swallowed the piece in his mouth. “What are you talking about?”
“You’ve never eaten carry out pizza since you’ve been here. You had a pizza ban, remember?
And now… here we are.” Yoongi explained. “And you have this sappy ass smile on your face.
It’s creeping me out.”
“I like greasy food too, Yoongi. I just don’t eat it often.” Seokjin giggled.
“Cut the bullshit and spill. What the hell is going on? Namjoon’s been acting really weird too
lately.”
Seokjin smiled smugly at the information. “Well, we made up.”
“That much was obvious.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “But what else is going on?”
Seokjin bit his lip to hold back his grin. “Why do you ask?”
“I swear to god I will shove this pizza box straight up your ass if you don’t stop being facetious.”
Yoongi threatened.
“Ooh, kinky.” Seokjin poked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth.
Seokjin moved his upper body to the side to avoid the pizza crust Yoongi hurled at him.
“Okay, fine.” The blond relented. “Namjoon and I are sorta in a relationship.”
Yoongi frowned, suspicious. “What do you mean by ‘sorta?’”

“It’s not official. We’re just casually dating. Namjoon needs time to think, and I’m willing to give
him that time.”
“Hyung...” Yoongi said in a warning tone. “What you two are doing is dangerous.”
Seokjin sighed. “You don’t think I already thought about that? We don’t have those kinds of
feelings for each other. All that has been established between us is that we wanna try this. We’re
just using this time to get to know each other better.”
Yoongi finally took a bite of his cold pizza. “I’m not gonna lecture you on what could go wrong.
You’re a smart guy. Just… be careful, okay? I want the both of you to be happy.”
Seokjin cooed at Yoongi’s concern. Yoongi's phone suddenly buzzed, indicating a text message.
Seokjin was closer to the phone, so he picked it up to hand it to his roommate. He froze when he
saw the preview of the text and the name of the person who texted him. He knew exactly who it
was.
“Yoongi...” Seokjin smirked, trying his hardest not to laugh. “Is there a good reason why
Hoseok’s name is saved as “J-Booty” in your phone?”
Yoongi clambered for his phone. Seokjin raised his arm in the air out of Yoongi’s reach. “Just
wait till Hoseokie hears about this!”
“I’m gonna kill you!” Yoongi shouted. “Not even Namjoon can save you now!”
Chapter End Notes
Prepare for more NamJin feels! The next chapter will be filled with fluff! I will post
the next chapter either Wednesday or Thursday. I’m hoping for the former~
I appreciate all of the kudos, comments, and feedback I have been receiving! Thank
you guys so much for the support! <3
Chapter 8
Chapter Summary
Seokjin and Namjoon have their first date in Times Square Mall.
Chapter Notes
Just a warning, I have no idea how subway and train stations work. I did as much
research as I could, so forgive me if there are mistakes!
I hope you're ready for some fluff, cuz there's tons of it! <3
~.~.~.~.~
“Wanna go to the mall?”
Seokjin didn’t hear anything Namjoon said after he uttered those five words. He tossed his phone
aside and started throwing clothes around in his closet.
“...hello?” Namjoon’s voice resounded from the phone.
Seokjin quickly put Namjoon on speaker before he continued pulling out potential outfits. “Sorry,
I’m here! Yeah, I would love to go to the mall with you! Er, which one?”
“Times Square Mall, of course.”
Seokjin couldn’t hold back his squeal. Times Square Mall was the largest shopping center in
South Korea. It wasn’t located too far away, in the Yeongdeungpo District of Seoul. Times
Square Mall was probably the best place Namjoon could have chosen, given their circumstance.
The mall was always filled with foreigners, eager to shop. Since foreigners that usually visited
Korea were a bit more open-minded, it would be easier for Namjoon to be comfortable without
judging eyes staring at them from all sides. Seokjin could care less about the stares, but he knew
and understood that Namjoon wasn’t at that level yet.
Ever since Seokjin and Namjoon started their casual relationship, they haven’t been able to hang
out as much as they would have liked. November is a crazy time for music majors. Projects that
make up a ridiculous percentage of their final grade get dumped on them. True to Namjoon’s
word from the beginning of the school year, both he and Yoongi stayed up all night for several
days in a row to work on their respective compositions.
Namjoon found a good stopping point with his project and decided to take a break. Seokjin was
more than thrilled to hang out with the sophomore.
“What time do you wanna go?” Namjoon asked. “Hoseok, and I are helping Yoongi out with his
final project tomorrow, so I’m completely free today.”
Seokjin looked at his alarm clock. 9:10am. A trip to the Times Square Mall was an all day
excursion. The mall was just that huge. They needed to get going as soon as possible if they
wanted to look around at everything they wanted to. Seokjin knew he wouldn’t be able to afford
any of the brand name department store clothing (his TA paychecks would agree), but he wanted
to try as many on as he could anyway.
“Just give me about fifteen minutes, and I’ll be ready.” Seokjin replied. “We can take the subway
to the mall. Parking is such a nightmare.”
“Sounds good. I’ll head over to your apartment in a few minutes and wait outside.”
“Alright. See you then!” Seokjin hung up and got back to work tossing clothes around. It was
pretty chilly out, so he didn’t want to keep Namjoon waiting outside.
Seokjin finally decided on his favorite pair of pale blue skinny jeans, paired with his
warmmoccasins of the same color. Seokjin quickly threw on a thick sweater decorated with pastel
roses. He added his oversized pale pink knitted cardigan for extra warmth. Thanks to Seokjin’s tall
stature, the length of the cardigan only reached mid-thigh.
With only five left minutes left, Seokjin hastily dusted his eyelids with pink eyeshadow and
applied mascara. He made a last minute decision to smear pink lipstick on his lips. He decided not
to apply blush. The cold would naturally color his cheeks.
Seokjin smoothed his hair down under a pink beanie before grabbing his rose colored shoulder
bag. He heard his phone ping, knowing immediately that it was Namjoon letting him know he
was waiting. Seokjin packed his phone, keys, and wallet in the shoulder bag before locking up
and heading downstairs.
Sure enough, Namjoon was standing outside the door, earbuds jammed in his ears. He was
wearing a simple black hoodie and jeans, not putting nearly as much effort into his wardrobe
choice than Seokjin did. Seokjin admired his natural charming looks nonetheless. Namjoon was
bobbing his head up and down, mouthing along to whatever song was playing.
Smirking, Seokjin slowly opened the entrance door and slunk up to him. Seokjin clamped his
hands on the taller man’s shoulder, screeching like a banshee. Namjoon jumped a mile and
released an unmanly yelp. He yanked his earbuds out of his ears and turned around to face his
attacker. Seokjin guffawed loudly, drawn out and high in pitch.
“I hate you, Jin.” Namjoon scowled, stuffing his earbuds into his hoodie pocket. “I’m going back
to the dorms.”
“Noooo!” Seokjin whined, clutching onto Namjoon’s right arm. “I’m sorry!”
Seokjin stuck out his bottom lip, giving Namjoon the most pitiful look he could muster. Namjoon
sighed, unable to resist his hyung’s charms.
“Whatever. Let’s get going.” Namjoon muttered as he started walking away.
Seokjin smiled in victory as he walked alongside his friend. The trip to the nearest subway station
was fifteen minutes on foot. Seokjin hummed happily, a little extra bounce in his step. Namjoon
snuck glances at the blond, admiring the way his cheeks turned pink because of the crisp fall air.
Seokjin abruptly met Namjoon’s gaze, causing the ravenette to cough awkwardly and turn his
head away.
The subway station was crowded, filled with commuters from businessmen to giggling teenage
girls. Of course, people stared at Seokjin as the pair maneuvered their way to the ticket station.
After purchasing two tickets to the Yeongdeungpo District, they hurried to their assigned 10am
subway that left in five minutes.
“I wore the wrong shoes for this!” Seokjin wheezed as he struggled to keep up with Namjoon.
Namjoon grabbed Seokjin’s wrist and tugged. “We’re almost there, c’mon!”
The young men managed to jump through the doors of their allotted subway before they closed on
them. They panted as the subway lurched forward on the tracks. The two snorted as quietly as
they could without disturbing the other passengers in the subway. They still received strange
looks, but thankfully no one said a word.
Their stop at Yeongdeungpo Station arrived nearly half an hour later. Namjoon and Seokjin
squeezed by the commuters blocking the door. The two exited the station through a department
store. This time around, Namjoon was the one struggling to keep up with Seokjin. The blond’s
mind was on one thing, and one thing only. Seokjin grinned eagerly when he spotted the place he
was looking for: Shinsegae Department Store, the largest store in the Times Square Mall.
“I’ve been to Times Square Mall several times, but I’ve never been in there.” Namjoon suddenly
revealed, staring at the ten story department store in awe.
Seokjin gaped. “Are you kidding me? C’mon, we’re going in right now!” Seokjin latched onto
Namjoon’s hand and pulled him across the street. “This store has everything you can think of!
Clothes, shoes, bags, food, electronics, hell, even furniture! The fact that you’ve never set foot in
such an establishment is a crime!”
Namjoon chuckled, allowing himself to be led. “Everything in there is expensive, hyung. So why
would I go in there?”
“To look around, duh!” Seokjin scoffed. “You think I go in there to actually buy clothes? I get all
of my shit from a regular store. I just like to try as much on as I can and then find something
similar at a cheaper place.”
“That’s pretty smart. No wonder you’re always so fashion forward.”
Seokjin preened at the compliment. They entered the building and the scent of perfumes wafted
through the air. The first floor was fairly crowded, despite the store had just opened. Shoppers
stared dreamily at jewelry, cosmetics, and other luxurious goods. Not interested in those items,
Seokjin dragged Namjoon to the escalator.
“The clothes are higher up.” Seokjin explained cheerily. “Is there anywhere you wanna go first?”
Namjoon smiled warmly. “Let’s do what you wanna do first. I’m the one taking you out, after
all.”
Seokjin bit his lip to hold back his coo. On the adjacent escalator, several foreigners were going
downwards. One of them, a girl with green dyed hair, stared at Seokjin before giggling with her
friend, saying something in English that Seokjin couldn’t quite understand. Namjoon, on the other
hand, looked amused. But at the end of the short conversation, Namjoon’s eyes widened in
surprise.
“What did she say?” Seokjin inquired, pouting. “I could understand a little, but I got lost towards
the end. She was talking way too fast."
“She basically said you were really pretty and thought you were a kpop idol.” Namjoon replied.
Seokjin chortled. “I don’t know about all of that, but that’s nice. Did she say anything else?”
Namjoon blushed. “...she also said that you and I looked cute together.”
Seokjin couldn’t suppress his squeal this time. The girl also said that the two looked like a couple
out of a boy’s love manga she had read, but Namjoon decided to leave that part out. The two were
just friends. So why did the girl’s words fluster him so?
“Well, if it’s okay, I wanna check out women’s casual first.” Seokjin told him. “I can’t use the
women’s dressing room, obviously, so I’ll have to take it up to the men’s floor. It’s a hassle, but
whatever, right?”
“So you’re gonna carry a bunch of clothes up the escalator?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.
“Eh, I’ve done it before.” Seokjin shrugged. “Sure, I got a bunch of looks from the employees, but
I regret nothing.”
Namjoon felt pensiveness pool in the pit of his stomach. How is he so carefree? I don’t
understand…
As soon as the two arrived to the women’s section, Seokjin immediately headed for the sweaters.
He perused through an array of pinks, blues, and purples. Namjoon simply stood back and
watched Seokjin glow in his element.
Seokjin piled more and more clothes into his arms. He was about to walk back over to Namjoon
when he suddenly stopped, staring at something. Namjoon followed his gaze and spotted a
mannequin displaying an adorable white blouse with pink, blue, purple, yellow, green, and red ice
cream cones decorating it. The blouse was tucked into the waist of a short baby pink skirt. Seokjin
bit his lip and shook his head slightly before continuing his walk back over to Namjoon. He
stopped again when he noticed Namjoon coming towards him.
“You like that outfit?” Namjoon nodded pointedly to the mannequin.
Seokjin sighed. “Yeah, I do. It’s cute.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Seokjin was caught off guard by Namjoon’s forwardness. “Well… I never wear skirts. That’s
more in Tae’s field of expertise. I experimented with skirts when I was in high school, but they
don’t really look flattering on me because of my stature. I like to look pretty, so I stick to pants.”
Namjoon stared at Seokjin. He wordlessly checked the size on a pair of pants and a sweater
Seokjin had picked up before walking over to the display. He searched through the blouses and
skirts until he found both in Seokjin’s size. Namjoon dumped the clothing on Seokjin’s already
huge stack of items.
“W-What…?” Seokjin stammered.
“If you like it, just try it on. What’s the harm, right?” Namjoon said nonchalantly. “In my personal
opinion, I think that skirt will look great on you.”
“I already know what looks good on my body, though.” He protested, but Namjoon wasn’t
having it.
“Try it on? For me?” Namjoon murmured, voice deep.

Seokjin’s face heated feverishly at Namjoon’s request. “...fine.”
Namjoon smiled triumphantly as he tugged Seokjin up the escalator.
As Seokjin predicted, the duo received strange (some disgusted) looks from the male employees in
the men’s section of the store. Seokjin ignored them as he headed into the dressing room to
change.
“I’ll try on the skirt first since you like it so much.” Seokjin told Namjoon with a playful wink
before shutting the door.
A tingle shot through Namjoon’s spine. Whether it was a good or a bad tingle, he wasn’t sure.
Seokjin emerged five minutes later. Namjoon didn’t notice at first, busy looking at some of the
neckties that were displayed on a wall. Seokjin stepped out, taking a few steps before Namjoon
finally noticed him. The ravenette’s breath got caught in his throat.
Seokjin looked really cute. The blouse managed to contain his broad shoulders without it being
uncomfortable, and it flowed nicely around his arms. He had tucked the blouse into the skirt like
the mannequin. The skirt ended just above his knees. If Namjoon didn’t know any better, Seokjin
almost looked like a girl. Seokjin’s hair had grown out slightly, so it was framing his face
femininely. The makeup only added to his soft look.
Seokjin twirled slowly, oblivious to Namjoon’s thoughts.
“I can’t believe how good this looks! You have great taste, Namjoon.”
Namjoon tried to speak, but he couldn’t. All he could do was stare at Seokjin’s legs. The blond
didn’t seem to notice as he gleefully skipped back into the dressing room. He tried on the rest of
the clothes he picked out. Out of everything he tried on, Seokjin liked the blouse and skirt combo
the best.
“Hey Namjoonie, you should try some clothes on, too!” Seokjin said from the dressing room.
“Ha ha, absolutely not.” Namjoon deadpanned.
“Oh come on! Please? All you wear are black shirts and sweats anyway. Humor me just this one
time.”
Namjoon groaned. He really couldn’t deny his hyung anything. “Alright. I’ll go look around, I
guess.”
~.~.~.~.~
“Namjoon… you’re a fucking fashion disaster.” Seokjin said flatly.
Namjoon tried to pick out some dressier clothes to try on his own, but that turned out to be a
horrible idea. Colors clashed, pants were too short, and shirts were unflattering. Seokjin sat down
his neatly folded pile of clothes back in the dressing room and he dragged Namjoon back out onto
the sales floor.
“Hyung, I have no idea what I’m doing. This isn’t my prowess.” Namjoon complained.
“Well, you need to make it your prowess.” Seokjin retorted. “No wonder you only wear black.
You don’t know what colors go together and what looks good on you. Well, I’ll help you out. I
may wear women’s clothing, but I have just as much knowledge about men’s fashion too. Put
those clothes back and follow me.”
Namjoon trudged throughout the store putting back what he got out as Seokjin scanned the men’s
dress area critically. By the time Namjoon returned to Seokjin, he already had a black, white and
grey gingham suit jacket, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and black dress pants for Namjoon to try.
“I get that black is your thing, so I can work with that.” Seokjin told him. “Try this on. You’ll
thank me.”
Namjoon looked down at the expensive outfit warily. “You sure?”
“Trust me. I wouldn’t let you walk around looking ridiculous.” Seokjin promised.
Sighing in defeat, Namjoon plodded to the dressing room Seokjin formerly occupied. Seokjin
tapped his foot in anticipation. He had never seen Namjoon wear anything dressy before. He was
certain that this would be a sight to behold.
And holy shit, what a sight Namjoon was. The man peeked out of the dressing room nervously.
After some encouragement from Seokjin, he fully emerged, taking Seokjin’s breath away. He
whistled approvingly.
“Damn, you clean up real nice, Namjoon.” Seokjin complimented him earnestly.
Namjoon shifted his weight onto his right leg. “You think so?”
“I know so! I mean, did you even look at yourself in the mirror?” Seokjin gasped, aghast at the
idea that Namjoon didn’t think he looked good. “You look so handsome. Hey, let’s try some more
stuff on. Obviously my guidance is working.”
Namjoon shook his head, amused. “Why are you an acting major? You should’ve went into
fashion design.”
Seokjin clicked his tongue. “No way. I would drive myself absolutely insane if I had to show
people like you how to dress every day.”
Namjoon gasped in mock offense, pinching Seokjin’s cheek.
For the next hour, Namjoon became Seokjin’s personal model. The blond fussed and cooed over
him. Despite not being interested in fancy clothes, Namjoon liked the attention he was receiving
from Seokjin. He was willing to endure endless hours of trying on clothes if it meant Seokjin
would dote on him like this.
Namjoon, however, drew the line when Seokjin mischievously suggested he try on a skirt.
“No way in hell.” Namjoon growled.
“Joonie, pleeeeease?”
“No! I wouldn’t wear a skirt for anyone.”
“Not even me?” Seokjin pouted.
“Especially not for you.”

“Uh!” Seokjin punched Namjoon’s arm, making him laugh. “You jerk!”
“Let’s get outta here.” Namjoon retreated to the dressing room. “We’ve been in here for almost
three hours.”
Seokjin waited for Namjoon, the stack of clothes the blond tried on still in his arms. When
Namjoon returned, Seokjin gazed at the ice cream adorned blouse and pink skirt adoringly.
“It’s getting a bit too cold to wear this type of skirt so if I do get something like this, I’ll have to
wear some cute stockings or something.” Seokjin said as the got back on the escalator. “Hopefully
I can find something similar at a cheaper store.”
“Wait… you’re not going to buy it?” Namjoon asked, astonished.
Seokjin gaped. “Of course not! These are brand name clothes, remember? Have you seen the
price tags?”
Namjoon chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. “...give ‘em here.” He ordered, holding his hand
out.
“What?”
“I’ll buy them for you.” Namjoon clarified. “I want to.”
“Namjoon, you can’t-”
“As a thank you for being such a sweet person.” Namjoon interjected shyly. “I’ve been feeling a
little better about myself lately. That’s because I’ve been hanging around you so much. So please,
let me buy the outfit.”
Seokjin slowly handed the blouse and skirt over, still in awe. “Thank you...”
Seokjin ventured out to put the rest of the clothes back when Namjoon waited in line at the cash
register. When it was his turn, he set the clothes on the counter. The female cashier gave him a
warm smile as she started to scan the items. Namjoon winced at the total price, but Seokjin’s smile
was worth much more.
“Is this a gift for someone special?” The cashier asked casually.
Namjoon handed her the money for the purchase. “Yeah… it is.”
“She’s a lucky girl to have such a nice boyfriend!” The cashier sighed dreamily.
Namjoon felt his face fall. There were so many things wrong with that sentence. First of, Seokjin
is not a girl. Second, he’s not Seokjin’s boyfriend. He wasn’t anyone’s boyfriend. The ravenette
didn’t even bother to correct her as he thanked her and wrapped up the purchase. His discomfort
was soon forgotten when he approached a beaming Seokjin by the exit.
“I still can’t believe you bought this for me.” Seokjin gushed. “None of the clothes I have in my
closet are brand name like this! I feel like I can walk into Gangnam right now and no one would
be the wiser!”
Namjoon gazed at Seokjin affectionately as they walked out of the department store.
~.~.~.~.~
The next five hours were spent exploring the vast expanse of the mall. Namjoon dragged Seokjin
into a music shop that sold Western music at one point. He shared all of the hip hop albums he had
listened to growing up, paying special attention to Tupac and Snoop Dogg. Seokjin wasn’t a huge
fan of hip hop, but listening to Namjoon go on about it made him want to buy the CDs and take a
listen.
“You can just borrow my CDs.” Namjoon offered when Seokjin expressed interest. “I won’t
mind. In fact… we could listen to it together one day if you wanted. And I could show you a song
I’ve been working on for my final project.”
“I’d like that, actually.” Seokjin said softly.
“Let’s do that tomorrow, after Yoongi, Hoseok and I find a good stopping point for his project.”
Namjoon suggested.
Seokjin couldn’t believe it. Would this be considered a second date?
“Sure.” Seokjin agreed.
The two were currently outside, checking out vendors that sold food. Seokjin’s hands were
freezing. Shoving them in the pockets of his cardigan didn’t help much.
“I wish I brought my gloves.” Seokjin groaned. “My fingers are about to fall off.”
Namjoon stepped to the side, pulling Seokjin with him. He sat the bag containing Seokjin’s new
outfit on the ground. He clasped his hands around Seokjin’s and rubbed them together to create
heat from the friction. Namjoon then lifted Seokjin’s hands to his lips, blowing warm air onto his
fingers.
“Better?” Namjoon asked.
Seokjin’s hands weren’t the only things that were warm now. His entire body had heated up from
the intimate action.
“Y-Yeah...” Seokjin stuttered.
Namjoon was about to tease Seokjin until he heard what a group of three guys in passing said.
“Geez, look at those fags.”
“Yeah, so fucking gross.”
Namjoon froze. Seokjin didn’t hear the derogatory words. He was stuck in a trance as he stared at
Namjoon’s lips mere centimeters away from his fingers.
“Let’s go.” Namjoon muttered curtly, dropping Seokjin’s hands and stuffing his own into his jean
pockets.
“O-Okay...”
Namjoon didn’t touch Seokjin at all for the rest of the time they spent in the mall. Seokjin noticed
that Namjoon’s mood had soured, but he had no idea why.
“Namjoon, are you not feeling well again?” Seokjin asked cautiously.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s sit down for a sec, then.”
They sat down on a bench, silently watching other shoppers walk by. A few foreigners waved at
Seokjin, even snapping pictures. Because apparently a man wearing pink and makeup is
something revolutionary that the world hadn’t seen before.
“Namjoon...” Seokjin faced the ravenette.
The blond reached one hand to cup Namjoon’s face and used the other to feel his forehead, seeing
if he had a temperature. Namjoon leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. The sight was adorable.
“You wanna head back? It’s after six.” Seokjin informed him.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
The subway ride back to Gidae University was spent in comfortable silence. Seokjin started to
nod off, resting his head on Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon laid his head on top of Seokjin’s. He
could hear Seokjin’s even breathing. He looked so peaceful. Namjoon hated that he had to disrupt
Seokjin’s sound sleep, but they had arrived at their stop.
The ravenette escorted Seokjin back to the Grand Apartments, making sure Seokjin didn’t fall
asleep on his way back.
“I really had fun today, Joonie.” Seokjin told him drowsily.
“I did too.” Namjoon replied sincerely. “You go get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Seokjin clutched the bag containing his outfit to his chest as he leaned up to kiss Namjoon softly
on the cheek.
“See you.” Seokjin turned and walked away as Namjoon gawked.
He felt his face burn as he scurried back to the dorms, hoping to get in and go to bed without an
interrogation from Hoseok. However, as soon as he walked in his room, Hoseok asked where the
lipstick on his cheek came from.
I’m gonna kill Jin. Namjoon vowed while Hoseok teased him mercilessly.
Chapter End Notes
Next chapter will be out Saturday! Get ready for more feels! <3
Chapter 9
Chapter Summary
Seokjin and Namjoon grow closer through music. Seokjin comes to terms with how
he truly feels about Namjoon.
Chapter Notes
Shout out to suga_sweet_kookies and Baebae for drawing amazing fan art for this
story! They both drew Jin in his pastel fashion based on the descriptions of his clothes
in the story. Click on their names to be sent directly to their fan art! They worked
hard, so please check them out and give them some love! <3
~.~.~.~.~
“So, Joonie, who kissed your cheek last night?”
“Hoseok, for the last time, I’m not telling you.”
The next day, Hoseok didn’t let up on teasing Namjoon. As they walked to the Grand Apartments
to begin their assistance with Yoongi’s final project, Namjoon did his best to keep a poker face.
He refused to give in to Hoseok’s persistence.
“Oh, come on! Who is she?” Hoseok whined, poking Namjoon’s arm.
Namjoon bit his lip. Of course Hoseok would assume it was a ‘she.’ Namjoon did his best to keep
his own interests vague, despite being openly attracted to girls. But with Seokjin, he felt different.
He hadn’t felt like that since…
Jackson reappeared in Namjoon’s mind, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. There was
no way he could tell Hoseok that he and Seokjin were kinda seeing each other. It would be too
much.
If I did, it would seem like I’m coming out or something. Namjoon reasoned with himself. But I’m
not, because I’m not gay. I just…
“Earth to Namjoon!” Hoseok tugged the back of Namjoon’s shirt. “You’re about to run into a
pole!”
Sure enough, Namjoon was an inch away from ramming his forehead into a streetlamp.
“Oh… thanks.” Namjoon sighed.
Hoseok eyed his friend suspiciously. Namjoon had been very distracted lately. Ever since he went
looking for Seokjin on Halloween, Namjoon has been behaving differently. Sometimes he seemed
content, and other times, like now, he seemed distant. Just the mere mention of relationships made
Namjoon uncomfortable.
Is there something going on between them? Hoseok wondered. Is there really a girl in the
picture? I could ask Jin-hyung if anything is going on, but since Namjoon seems so uneasy, I
won’t. If he trusts me, he’ll confide in me. If Namjoon is indeed seeing some girl, I wonder how
Jin would feel about it?
Hoseok shook the weird feeling off, believing he was making something out of nothing. They
arrived at the Grand Apartments, Yoongi waiting by the door to let them inside the building.
“I already wrote out the lyrics to my song.” Yoongi explained to them as they walked up the stairs
to the second floor. “I’m still working on the melody, but I wanna try recording your parts.”
“This is so fucking awesome!” Hoseok gushed. “I’ve never done a professional recording
before!”
“Not quite professional, but it’s as close to it as I can get.” Yoongi chuckled, patting Hoseok’s
shoulder.
Yoongi left the apartment door unlocked, so the three sauntered inside, greeted by the scent of
eggs and bacon.
“Good morning!” Seokjin popped his head out of the kitchen. “I made you all breakfast so you’ll
have ample energy! I’ll make myself scarce so you guys can work hard on the recording!”
“Wow, thanks hyung!” Hoseok cried, tearing up comically. “You’re the best!”
Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat at Seokjin’s radiant smile as he petted Hoseok’s head
affectionately. He felt himself freeze up when Seokjin directed that smile at him, eyes bright.
“Hey, get out of the way so I can close the door.” Yoongi barked at Namjoon, flicking his
forehead.
“Oh, right.” Namjoon blushed as he fully entered the apartment.
Seokjin removed his pink apron after he got out plates and silverware. “Dig in, guys! I’m sure you
guys wanna eat and work at the same time. Just don’t spill anything on the floor.”
“Okay, dad.” Yoongi quipped.
“Yoongi, what’s it like living with a gourmet chef?” Hoseok moaned as he grabbed a plate from
Seokjin.
“It’s great, if you enjoy incessant crying at 1am when Jin watches Toy Story 3.” Yoongi
deadpanned.
Seokjin’s eye twitched. That only happened one time. Those were manly tears of joy, dammit.
Suddenly remembering something from a few weeks ago, his irritation melted into a smirk. “Well,
at least I don’t have Hoseok’s name saved in my phone as J-Boo-”
Yoongi quickly placed his hand over Seokjin’s mouth to shut him up. Hoseok, oblivious as usual,
simply spooned some eggs and bacon onto his plate before heading to Yoongi’s room. Yoongi
hissed several violent threats to Seokjin that made him both amused and scandalized before
following behind Hoseok. Namjoon stood awkwardly in the kitchen.
Suddenly nervous, Namjoon reached for a plate, trying to be smooth. “So, Jin, I was wondering-”
The plate slipped from Namjoon’s fingers and plummeted to the floor, shattering into pieces.
“Uh-oh, the God of Destruction strikes again!” Hoseok shouted from Yoongi’s room, as if this
was a daily occurrence.
“Uh… woops, butterfingers?” Namjoon said sheepishly.
Seokjin stared at him, unimpressed.
Namjoon hung his head. "Damn, I shouldn’t be making jokes right now. I’m so sorry, hyung.”
The ravenette squatted down to start picking up the pieces.
“Wait, Joonie, don’t touch-”
“Oh...” Namjoon lifted his hand to find his index finger bleeding.
Seokjin clicked his tongue. “You’re hopeless. I’ll clean this up in a sec. Come with me to the
bathroom.”
Seokjin gripped Namjoon’s wrist and headed towards the small bathroom. Seokjin closed the lid
to the toilet and had Namjoon sit down.
“Haven’t you ever learned that it’s dangerous to pick up broken shards with your hands?” Seokjin
scolded his dongsaeng as he searched the cabinet for his first-aid kit.
Namjoon sighed as he stared at his cut finger. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”
Seokjin knelt in front of Namjoon and wiped up the cut with a small piece of gauze. Namjoon
couldn’t help but gaze at Seokjin. The blond pursed his lips in concentration while he sprayed an
antiseptic on the cut. Seokjin peeled the protective layers off a band-aid and wrapped it around his
finger. Before standing up, Seokjin bent his head down and gave the bandaged finger a quick
peck. Namjoon’s face flushed at the gesture.
“J-Jin?” He stammered.
Just realizing what he did, Seokjin blushed as well. “Oh, sorry! It’s… something I learned from
my grandmother when I was a kid.” He explained wistfully. “Whenever I hurt myself, she would
always kiss the bandage. She said it made it heal faster. I… only do it to people I care about.”
Namjoon’s lips slowly curled into a smile. “Hyung...”
“Hey, are you two playing basketball?”
Seokjin and Namjoon looked up in surprise at Yoongi who was at the door with a scowl on his
face.
“No… why?” Seokjin frowned.
“Then why the hell are you two courting each other?”
Namjoon choked. “W-What?”
Seokjin groaned. “Yoongi, that was barely humor. Do us all a favor and don’t drop out of
school.”
“C’mon Namjoon, we have music to produce.” Yoongi snapped, ignoring Seokjin’s jab. When it
came to his music, Yoongi hated wasting time.
Namjoon stood up swiftly, almost knocking Seokjin over. “Right.”
Yoongi stomped back to his room, giving Namjoon and Seokjin a few more seconds alone.
“...I certainly won’t kiss Yoongi’s bandage if he gets hurt.” Seokjin sulked.
Namjoon fiddled with the band-aid wound snugly around his finger. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Namjoon murmured, still embarrassed.
He timidly kissed Seokjin’s temple before retreating to Yoongi’s room.
Shocked at the affection, Seokjin hastily busied himself by cleaning up the broken dish, trying not
to focus on the tingly feeling Namjoon’s kiss gave him.
~.~.~.~.~
The aspiring rappers spent three hours huddled around Yoongi’s keyboard, computer, and mixing
equipment. Seokjin had listened to their excitement as he worked on his homework. The title of
Yoongi’s piece was titled “Nevermind” and from what Seokjin was hearing so far, it sounded
really intense and passionate. Hoseok and Namjoon had small parts in the piece, and when
Seokjin heard Namjoon rap his three lines, he couldn’t help but sigh in gratification at his strong
and deep voice. He could listen to Namjoon rap all day.
“I’m hungry!” Hoseok wailed as he emerged from Yoongi’s room.
Seokjin was finishing up the conclusion to his essay when he heard Hoseok’s complaint. He crept
out of his room to see Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon huddling in the kitchen. They looked a bit
tired, but satisfied at the progress made.
“Hyung, you don’t have anymore food!” Hoseok cried.
Seokjin choked back a giggle. He had originally intended to go to the grocery yesterday, but all
prior plans were forgotten when Namjoon unexpectedly called to go on their first date. He used
the rest of food he had in the fridge to make them breakfast.
“I’ll have to go to the grocery tomorrow.” Seokjin told him. “I don’t feel like it today. I still have
tests to grade for my English class.”
“Can I borrow your car and go?” Hoseok asked with hopeful eyes.
Seokjin ruffled Hoseok’s hair. “Absolutely not. I will not have you on the streets pretending
you’re in Mario Kart. You almost crashed my car last time.”
Hoseok groaned at the memory from last year. “Fine, looks we’ll have to find something to eat
outside. The grocery is too far of a walk for me. I heard the student council organized some food
vendors by the student center. I really want some ddeokggochi. Who wants to go with me?”
“I’ll go.” Yoongi offered immediately.

Seokjin gaped. Did Mr. “I wanna be a rock in my next life,” or Min “The Rock” Yoongi for short,
just volunteer to go outside? And walk? The same guy who at the beginning of the school year
swore to never leave the apartment? Yoongi was whipped for Jung Hoseok.
“I knew I could count on you!” Hoseok gushed, squishing Yoongi in a hug. The grey haired man
didn’t mind that he was suffocating. He simply enjoyed the affection.
“You coming, Joonie?” Hoseok asked as he grabbed his wallet from Yoongi’s room.
“Nah, that’s alright. I’m not hungry.” Namjoon declined the invitation. “I’ll stay and work on
some of my other music. There’s something I wanted to show Jin-hyung anyway.”
Seokjin’s heart sped up.
“Alright.” Hoseok shrugged. “C’mon, Yoongi!”
As Yoongi followed Hoseok, he stopped for a second to whisper into Seokjin’s ear. “Don’t fuck
in my bed.”
Seokjin gasped, affronted. “As if, you jerk!” His face turned beet red as he slapped Yoongi’s
back. The junior cackled as he walked out of the apartment with Hoseok marching ahead.
“What did he say?” Namjoon asked, lost.
“Nothing!” Seokjin squeaked. “He’s just being a brat!”
To divert the attention away from his embarrassment, Seokjin strode into Yoongi’s room. “You
wanted to show me something, right? So show me.”
Tickled at Seokjin’s flustered state, Namjoon followed him inside. He sat next to his hyung, who
was crossing his arms and pouting. He looked like a giant kid. Seokjin sported pink sweatpants
and a burgundy hoodie with Gidae University written in white lettering. Thick white and pink
striped socks enveloped his feet. Seokjin’s outfit and demeanor was quite childish and endearing.
Who’s supposed to be the oldest here? Namjoon chuckled to himself.
“What’s so funny?” Seokjin snapped.
“Nothing. Just admiring how cute you look right now.” He replied boldly.
“Oh my god…!” Seokjin covered his face. “I swear you and Yoongi have it out for me.”
Namjoon laughed as he removed a flash drive from his pocket and plugged it into the USB port in
Yoongi’s computer. “You’re so fun to tease, hyung.”
“Hoseok says the same damn thing.” Seokjin scowled.
“That’s cuz it’s true.”
“All three of you can kiss my ass.”
Shaking his head, Namjoon pulled up a file on his flash drive labeled “Life.”
“Oh, is your song finished?” Seokjin asked, sitting up straight.
“I have some more editing to do, but it’s good enough now to listen to.” Namjoon said solemnly.
“It’s called “Life.” I composed all the music, even the piano, on my own. A large piece of my soul
is embedded in here.”
Namjoon clicked on the file and quickly paused the track before it began to play. He plugged in
Yoongi’s Sennheiser headphones and handed them to Seokjin.
“Put these on.” He instructed. “I want you to hear every emotion I conveyed in this song.”
Seokjin nodded seriously. Namjoon was letting him in on his life, and Seokjin was determined to
treat this opportunity with respect and sincerity.
Namjoon unpaused the track, and a slow, grave sound of a piano filled Seokjin’s ears. The blond
felt depression seep into him as he listened to Namjoon rap. The lyrics were sad, and he could feel
Namjoon’s loneliness and powerlessness. People turned on him. He was left alone.
In the midst of the hopelessness, Seokjin heard a twinge of hope as well. Hope that Namjoon
could see the world as a beautiful place, and not a prison that brought him down. That the sun will
shine after a terrible storm.
Two verses stuck out the most to Seokjin as he listened attentively to Namjoon’s track.
We wanna be right, but always wrong.

Were we born to be wrong?
Is life something like that?
That could mean a plethora of things. Is Namjoon trying hard to be “right” in someone’s eyes?
Trying to gain the approval of someone that matters a lot to him? Yet no matter what he does, he
won’t be good enough for that person in the end? Just who is this person that Namjoon
desperately wants the approval of?
It makes me even sadder. So what am I doing?

As expected, I’m only talking, but it’s just a breeze that brushes against someone.
Those lines made Seokjin’s heart break. No one was listening to Namjoon. He was trying his
hardest to be heard and noticed, but to no avail. This was an obvious cry for help. No one wanted
to come to his aid. Namjoon felt as if he was wasting his breath trying to communicate with
others. No wonder he was so reclusive.
When the song came to an end, Namjoon was shocked to see tears staining Seokjin’s cheeks.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Namjoon removed the headphones, peering at Seokjin in concern.
“I felt it.” Seokjin sniffled. “I felt everything you wanted to say. The loneliness was so upsetting.”
“Aw, hyung.” Namjoon pulled Seokjin close for a hug. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“No, it’s okay. Thank you for sharing your pain with me.” Seokjin whispered, burying his head
into Namjoon’s shirt. “I know a lot more about you now than I ever did before. I promise I will
always listen to what you have to say, Namjoon. I will not abandon you just because you’re
different from me. I’ll always be here for you.”
Namjoon gently pushed Seokjin up so he could wipe away his tears once again. “Jin… thank
you.”
Seokjin tore his gaze away from Namjoon. “What are you doing to me?” He murmured almost
inaudibly.
“What?” Namjoon tilted his head slightly.
“What are you doing to me?” Seokjin repeated tearfully. “Why am I such an emotional mess
whenever I’m around you? I never cry in front of anyone. And here I am, crying in front of you
for the second time this month. I’m usually so calm and collected. But when I’m with you, I’m on
extreme ends of the spectrum. I’m either really happy or really sad. You drive me crazy, Kim
Namjoon.”
Namjoon’s eyes darkened with the same intensity he has when he raps on stage. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” Seokjin affirmed. “You drive me crazy. That's the name of a Britney Spears song. You
should listen to it someday, it perfectly describes how I’m feeling right now. Wait, why am I
talking about Britney at a time like this? Damn it, Hoseok really got her songs stuck in my head-”
Namjoon closed the space between them and brushed his lips against Seokjin’s softly, silencing
his babbling. Seokjin wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s neck, closing his eyes. This kiss felt so
different than the one Namjoon gave him on Halloween night. There was no alcohol clouding
Seokjin’s judgment, and Namjoon wasn’t under any sexual pressure. Some could say that Seokjin
and Namjoon were still out of their minds right now, but Seokjin pushed that thought aside.
Namjoon circled Seokjin’s waist, pulling him in closer. The ravenette shyly poked his tongue out,
swiping it along Seokjin’s bottom lip. Seokjin granted him entrance, moaning softly as their
tongues met. Namjoon tugged Seokjin even closer, the blond practically sitting in his lap.
Seokjin’s hands traveled up Namjoon’s neck to tangle in his dark locks.
Seokjin felt Namjoon’s hand trail downwards, and he kissed Namjoon harder in anticipation. He
nibbled on Namjoon’s bottom lip, and the sharp inhale the younger took at the feeling gave
Seokjin more access to his mouth. He slid his tongue across Namjoon’s, tasting him.
At that moment, the door to the apartment slammed open, Hoseok’s voice promptly ending the
intimate moment between them.
“I can’t believe Tae called you Grandpa Minnie!” Hoseok hooted. “That was so fucking hilarious!
And Jimin was not being subtle about checking you out.”
“Shut up, J-Horse.” Yoongi grumbled. “Those two fucking freshmen are dead next time I see
them.”
Namjoon barely had enough time to push Seokjin back into his own chair before Yoongi opened
his bedroom door. Seokjin was slightly hurt at the action. But then again, even though Yoongi
wouldn’t have much reaction, if Hoseok caught wind of them, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. And
that would not be good for Namjoon. They were still experimenting with this relationship, and he
didn’t want a strain on it.
Yoongi knew exactly what they had been up to. Namjoon’s tousled hair, Seokjin’s red eyes, and
both of their swollen lips gave it away instantaneously. He gave Seokjin a stern look as Hoseok
popped his head inside. He squinted at the two before gasping.
“Wait! Were you two blazing without me?!” Hoseok screeched.
Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, irritated at the naive brunette. “This proves a million times
over that you’ve never smoked a blunt in your life, Hoseok. Weed has a scent, you know.”
“But I thought pot makes your eyes red and fucks you up!” Hoseok defended. “And they look
really fucked up right now! Look, Jinnie’s eyes are red!”
“Shut the fuck up.” Yoongi swatted Hoseok’s shoulder. “Jin, out. Namjoon, Hoseok, and I have
to continue with my piece.”
Seokjin readily obeyed, trying his best to hide his flushed cheeks as he fled to his room. He closed
his door and jumped on his bed, trying to calm himself down.
He kissed me. Namjoon… kissed me.
Seokjin felt like his heart could pound out of his chest. And if Namjoon kept pulling stunts like
that, his heart might just explode. Then, it hit Seokjin like a ton of bricks. He felt himself stop
breathing as he clutched his sweatshirt. He sat in silence as he wrapped his mind around what he
just realized.
I am in love with Kim Namjoon.
Chapter End Notes
Next chapter will be out this Wednesday and will feature Jin’s birthday! And there
will be smut! FINALLY! I may only be able to update once next week since I’m
going to KCON LA, but we’ll see. Are any of you guys going? Who wants to go to
the flower boy cafe with me? XD
Chapter 10
Chapter Summary
Hoseok evaluates Namjoon’s feelings for Seokjin and doesn’t quite like the results.
It’s Seokjin’s 23rd birthday, and a nice birthday dinner turns into a steamy night.
Chapter Notes
Get ready for some Yoonseok fluff and Namjin SMUT!
~.~.~.~.~
Hoseok figured out soon enough that there was something going on between Namjoon and
Seokjin. After thinking about how he and Yoongi found the pair when they came back from the
student center, it was quite obvious what they had been up to. In fact, Hoseok mentally slapped
himself for not realizing it. But he didn’t want it to be true. Hoseok’s hopes that maybe it was
something else drove itself to the ground after he mentioned to Namjoon that Seokjin’s birthday
was coming up next week.
Namjoon had pestered him about what Seokjin liked. Hoseok answered his questions as best as he
could, but there was a weird feeling that he couldn’t shake off. Sure, Seokjin and Namjoon’s love
life was none of Hoseok’s business, but why were they keeping it a secret from their close friends
if they were happily together? Hoseok knew that Seokjin had a thing for Namjoon. He figured his
hyung would have squealed to him by now. Something’s not right.
Yoongi received a text from Hoseok one day after he finished his last class.
From: J-Booty, 6:00pm
Hey hyung, are you busy right now? I wanna talk to you.
Yoongi frowned. Hoseok never sent him texts so boring and lifeless. They were usually filled
with a ridiculous amount of emojis so he could piss the elder off. Something was wrong.
To: J-Booty, 6:02pm
Sure. What’s up?

From: J-Booty, 6:03pm
Actually, can you meet me at my dorm? If you’re able to.
To: J-Booty, 6:03pm
On my way
Yoongi never skated so fast in his life. He leaned forward on his skateboard to gain even more
speed. Hoseok seemed very troubled. If there was anything he could do to help, he would.
Hoseok was waiting for Yoongi outside University Hall. Yoongi kicked up his skateboard and
jogged over to him.
“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asked as soon as he sat down.
“There’s something going on between Namjoon and Jin.” Hoseok murmured. It was more of a
statement than a question.
Yoongi exhaled. He knew Hoseok would figure it out. “Yes.”
“And Namjoon’s straight.”
“The only person who knows for certain is Namjoon himself.” Yoongi replied solemnly.
“Hyung...” Hoseok bit his lip. “I’m worried about Jin. When he likes someone, he is completely
devoted. His ex was closeted. And as soon as someone caught them together, he broke his heart.
Jin didn’t cry, but I knew he was absolutely devastated. It broke my heart too, seeing him suffer
through something so cruel.”
Yoongi nodded, remembering that Seokjin had shared part of the story with his ex at the
beginning of the year.
“I don’t want that to happen again.” Hoseok clenched his fists. “Namjoon has been very secretive
and gets antsy whenever Jin is mentioned. It’s like he’s keeping Jin a secret. Namjoon better know
what he’s getting himself into. I swear if he hurts Jin, I’ll-”
Yoongi cupped Hoseok’s face, staring into his eyes intently. Hoseok gasped slightly at the
gesture, caught off guard. Yoongi then wrapped his arms around the taller man and pulled him
into a comforting hug. Hoseok was surprised, but welcomed the embrace.
“I know you’re worried about Jin.” Yoongi whispered. “You’re very protective of him, and I
admire your sensitivity. You’re a wonderful friend to him. Unfortunately, trying to get involved
in… whatever the hell those two idiots are doing, would do more harm than good. If indeed
Namjoon isn’t straight, we can’t force him out of the closet. It’s not our place to meddle. It’s their
life, Hoseokie. All we can do is support them from the sidelines until they confide in us.”
Hoseok sighed in defeat, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “I know. It’s just that, everything
can go to shit so quickly. I’m experiencing it now. Wendy and I have been having a lot of
problems lately. We’ve been fighting more, and it just sucks ass. She’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever
met. But… she wants something from me that she knows I’m not ready to give her right now. I’m
afraid Jin wants the same thing from Namjoon.”
“And what thing is that?” Yoongi inquired, stroking Hoseok’s back soothingly.
“Love.”
~.~.~.~.~
“Hey Baekhyun, your head got in the shot! We have to do it again.” Seokjin called out, irritated.
His four Film Lab classmates groaned.
For Seokjin’s final project for Film Lab, the class had to produce a film that conveyed self-growth.
They could either do an independent film or collaborate with up to five other students. Students, of
course, jumped at the opportunity to team up with Seokjin. His fashion sense may have made the
class sneer at him, but they all knew he was extremely smart.
Seokjin decided to partner up with the students who were nice and respectful to him all semester:
Jung Eunji, Liu Amber, Kim Jongdae, and Byun Baekhyun. Baekhyun was Seokjin’s favorite.
He looked like and reminded him of Taehyung.
The concept for their project was simple but profound: A college student spends all of his time
inside his dorm, never leaving to go outside. He is weighed down by studying and tests. He
eventually finds himself in a weird world where he is outside and experiences the four seasons:
spring, summer, fall, and winter. In each season, he meets a person who represents that specific
season. The personified seasons resemble and dress like college students, albeit with traditional
colors that associate with that their allotted time of year. In the end, it was all just a dream induced
by stress, and the student is determined to take time to go outside and appreciate life and his youth.
Seokjin would be Spring, of course, since his natural ability to rock bright colors was a no-brainer.
Seokjin even designed his own costume with some help from Taehyung’s art supplies.
Seokjin bought a plain white t-shirt and dyed the lower half of it mint green and then pale pink
right below it to create a horizontal gradient effect. He completely tie-dyed an old pair of white
skinny jeans with pastel pink, green, blue, lavender, and yellow. A pair of pink Converse
completed the look. For added decoration, Taehyung made Seokjin a flower crown made out of
fake pink and blue roses. The outfit was lovely, and Seokjin planned on wearing it when
springtime rolled around.
As for makeup, Seokjin got a little creative. He did a smoky eye, but instead of using dark colors,
he used pink, blue, and yellow eyeshadow. He borrowed Taehyung’s green and pink eyeliners to
create flowers with a stem. He swiped green eyeliner across his eyelid and lower waterline, and
used the pink eyeliner to draw little flowers at corner of his eye where the two layers of eyeliner
met. The flowers jutted out past the crinkles of Seokjin’s eyes. He finished it off with applying
light blue mascara to his upper and lower lashes. The entire look was gorgeous, and Seokjin took
lots of pictures to post on his blog. Taehyung, of course, was the first to fawn over them.
The rest of the roles were easy to cast: Baekhyun would be the stressed college student, Amber
would be Summer, Eunji would be Fall, and Jongdae would be Winter. Event though Korea’s fall
weather was inching towards winter, it hadn’t snowed yet in Seoul, so Seokjin’s team was able to
film the spring and summer scenes without any issues, even though they were freezing their asses
off. It was, however, in the forecast to snow in a few days, so they would be filming Jongdae’s
scene then.
Seokjin was behind the camera, trying to film Eunji’s natural beauty as Fall, when Baekhyun’s
lovable but annoying head got in frame. It wasn’t his turn to enter the scene yet. This was
supposed to be Eunji’s silent introduction.
Baekhyun scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Ah, sorry Seokjin.”
“It’s fine. Let’s just take a break.” Seokjin stopped the camera. “Ten minutes.”
Eunji was careful not to mess up her costume (which consisted of real leaves) as she sat down on
a picnic table. Jongdae, Amber, and Baekhyun followed suit. Seokjin was about to say something
when his phone started to buzz. He pulled his phone out and saw that it was Namjoon calling him.
Smiling goofily, Seokjin walked a few feet away from his peers so he could have a bit more
privacy.
Namjoon had been calling Seokjin a lot more lately. It was cute, and Seokjin felt his fondness and
love for the ravenette grow every time.
“Hey Joonie.” Seokjin greeted jovially.
“Hey Jin. What are you up to?” Namjoon’s low voice replied.
“Still filming for my final project. We’re taking a break, though.” Seokjin told him.
“Oh, I won’t keep you on the phone long. Will you… be free on December 4th ?”
It took all of Seokjin’s self-control not to squeal. Namjoon knew his birthday.
"I’ll be wrapping up filming on that day, but I should be free at around 5pm if things go well. Is
there any specific reason why I should be free?” He asked coyly.
Namjoon cleared his throat. “You’ll see. I’ll talk to you later, hyung. I don’t wanna keep you from
your project.”
“Alright, Joonie. Bye.” Seokjin hung up, his heart fluttering.
“Was that your boyfriend?”
Seokjin jumped a mile. Baekhyun was cheesing as he patted Seokjin’s back.
“Is this “Joonie” guy your boyfriend?” He repeated.
Seokjin was wary of sharing anything about him and Namjoon. Sure, they weren’t dating
officially, but it was still private information. Information that he did not want to share with
someone who wasn’t in his close circle of friends.
“...no.” Seokjin finally replied, pocketing his phone.
“Aw, that’s too bad.” Baekhyun sighed. “It sounded like you really like him.”
Seokjin blushed. “I guess.”
“Don’t give up, Seokjin-ssi!” Baekhyun exclaimed with a determined face. “That guy will see you
for the awesome person you are, I just know it!”
Baekhyun skipped back over to the picnic table. Seokjin just shook his head, but he couldn’t help
the small smile that tugged at his lips.
“Alright, break’s over! Let’s get back to work!” Seokjin shouted.
~.~.~.~.~.~
On December 4th , Seoul got its first snow of the season. Seokjin was pleased that his group was
able to finish filming that day. All that was left now was editing, which would be a monster. Their
project wasn’t due until December 20th , the last day of Film Lab, so they had plenty of time.
Seokjin rushed back to his apartment to get ready for his mystery date with Namjoon. Taehyung
was there, the younger begging to come over and help him with his makeup. but Yoongi was
nowhere to be found. That didn’t surprise him. He noticed that Yoongi and Hoseok had been
hanging out a lot more. Seokjin had been getting weird vibes from them these past couple of
weeks. It was a bit unsettling.
Letting it go, Seokjin peeled off his clothes and quicky got into the shower, allowing the warm
water to alleviate his thoughts. Taehyung was waiting on him, so he had to hurry.
Namjoon’s coming over here at seven. I wonder what he’s up to now? Seokjin wondered happily.
Namjoon, however, was not in as calm of a mood as Seokjin. In fact, he was flat out panicking.
“Namjoon! How the hell do you start a fire making naengmyeon?!” Hoseok shouted.
“I don’t know! Just get the damn fire extinguisher!” Namjoon roared as he tried to keep the flames
from spreading further.
Hoseok had become an expert at putting out small fires thanks to the ravenette. He grabbed the
extinguisher from the hallway and quickly doused the flames. Namjoon sighed in relief, but the
food he attempted to make for Seokjin was ruined.
“I swear, the next song you write should be called “Fire” or something.” Hoseok scowled. “It’s a
natural talent of yours.”
Hoseok had shared with Namjoon that when it came to surprises, Seokjin liked simple and
meaningful things. Namjoon’s plan was too fix all of his favorite foods and share it with him at
Seokjin’s apartment. Yoongi had agreed to leave the apartment for the night so they could be
alone. He even bought tea light candles so it would be all romantic and shit. But all of that
planning and effort literally went up in flames.
“What am I gonna do?” Namjoon moaned as he cleaned up the charred mess. “I have to meet
Seokjin in an hour and a half.”
Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Namjoon, you could show up with a hamburger and Seokjin would be
happy. He doesn’t care what it is. As long as it came from your heart, that’s all that matters to
him.”
Hoseok had been on a short fuse with Namjoon ever since he had his discussion with Yoongi. He
was warier of the way Namjoon acted around Seokjin, and it was making him fume on the inside.
He hoped to god that Namjoon wasn’t just using Seokjin. There was no way he could forgive him
if he was.
“Jimin has a bicycle. You could ask him to borrow it, and haul your ass to the grocery store to
“Jimin has a bicycle. You could ask him to borrow it, and haul your ass to the grocery store to
pick up some food. Some easy shit, stuff that’s pre-made or you could heat up really quick. Don’t
give up on Seokjin’s birthday surprise so soon, alright?”
Namjoon nodded, Hoseok’s words filling him with determination. “You’re right. Okay, I’ll go ask
Jimin.”
Namjoon left the communal kitchen to go find Jimin. Hoseok stayed behind, trying his hardest not
to question his friend’s motives for surprising Seokjin.
~.~.~.~.~.~
With only ten minutes to spare, Namjoon managed to scrape together fried chicken, mini
hamburgers, potato chips, and salad. He picked up a lot of bad habits during his year in LA, like
how to do do stuff last minute. Namjoon now mentally thanked his American friends for teaching
him how to advance his way through a tough situation. It saved Seokjin’s birthday date. Namjoon
realized that all of the food he managed to buy pre-made were traditionally American foods, so he
begged Hoseok to make naengmyeon to balance it out.
The only food items that survived Namjoon’s fire was the bottle of soju and Seokjin’s birthday
cake. The cake sat neatly in a pristine pink and white box. A birthday gift for Seokjin laid on top,
wrapped in pink wrapping paper.
Namjoon quickly placed the food in small dishes and packed everything in an insulated food
carrier bag. He thanked Hoseok profusely for his help before tugging on his coat, gloves and hat.
Namjoon walked to Seokjin’s apartment as fast as he could. The snow had gotten heavier, and the
streets and sidewalks were completely covered.
As Namjoon approached the building, someone was just leaving. The kind student waited for
Namjoon to jog up to the door and go inside before letting go of the door. Namjoon stomped his
boots free of snow on the doorway’s rug before heading up to the second floor. Taking a deep
breath, Namjoon knocked softly on the door, trying his best to shove his nervousness to the back
of his mind.
When Seokjin answered the door, Namjoon’s brainwaves flat lined. Seokjin looked absolutely
beautiful. He was wearing the blouse and skirt Namjoon bought him almost a month ago. He went
all out with his makeup, and even had on small hoop earrings. The pink one inch heels he
borrowed from Taehyung made him stand at the same height as Namjoon.
“Uh...” Namjoon couldn’t form a coherent thought.
“It’s too cold to wear this outside, so I figured it would be fine to wear it here. Is this too much?”
The blond asked, shy. “Tae insisted that he did my makeup and even lent me his shoes. I tried to
tell him that this wasn’t-”
“You look stunning, Jin.” Namjoon interrupted him. “Absolutely amazing.”
Seokjin blushed as he stepped aside to let Namjoon into the apartment. “Thanks...”
Namjoon awkwardly walked in the door. He suddenly didn’t feel cold anymore. The wave of heat
from Seokjin’s radiance and beauty warmed his body better than any coat could. Namjoon sat the
food carrier in the kitchen before unwrapping his scarf and tugging off his coat.
“Happy birthday, hyung.” Namjoon said timidly.
Seokjin gave him a toothy grin. “Thanks, Joonie.”
Namjoon opened the food carrier and quickly placed the food and bottle of soju on the table. He
sat the cake, birthday candles, matches, and gift on the kitchen counter. He suddenly realized that
he forgot the tea light candles.
“Damn it.” Namjoon muttered.
“Joonie?” Seokjin touched Namjoon’s back. “What is it?”
Namjoon sighed. This night was supposed to be all about Seokjin. Namjoon almost screwed up
everything by burning the dorm down, and here he was sulking and worrying Seokjin over some
tea light candles. He needed to get his shit together.
“It’s nothing.” Namjoon turned around and smiled softly. “Let’s eat. I originally made different
food, but I ran into some… complications. So I hope you don’t mind greasy food.”
“No, I don’t mind at all.” Seokjin had a slight suspicion of what the ‘complication’ was. He
giggled as he opened the cabinet to retrieve plates, glasses, and silverware. He also took Yoongi’s
skull shot glasses for the soju.
Skull shaped shot glasses seemed sacrilegious for a kinda romantic birthday dinner, but Seokjin
paid no mind. It would be weird, but why not? The nice thing about him and Namjoon was that
they were so different. Their opposite personalities should clash and cause discord, but they fit
together so well.
Seokjin really wanted to be with Namjoon for real, but he won’t take their casual dating for
granted. Things seemed to be working out well. And maybe, maybe… Namjoon would ask him
to be his boyfriend in the coming weeks. That was a tall order, something you would read in a
manga, but it seemed plausible at this point. Seokjin had faith in his feelings for Namjoon.
Hopefully his love for the younger man was obvious enough.
Namjoon poured Seokjin his first shot of soju, the blond returning the favor. The pair talked and
laughed about anything and everything as they munched merrily on the junk food. The salad laid
untouched. It was only present to make themselves feel like they were trying to be healthy.
The buzz from the soju eased Namjoon’s nervousness for this date. He laughed at the story
Seokjin recounted from earlier that day.
“So this Jungkook kid actually stood outside your window shouting until Tae answered him?” He
snorted.
“Yeah.” Seokjin grinned. “Tae was really mad at him for some reason, and apparently they hadn’t
spoken for days. Tae was dumbfounded. He even messed up the lipstick he was applying on me.
He almost made me look like the Joker. I never expected to meet Jungkook under such odd
circumstances.”
“Did Tae say what they were fighting about?” Namjoon inquired.
Seokjin shrugged. “Nope. Jungkook sounded really desperate, so it must’ve been bad. Tae
eventually left with him though, so I’m sure they’ll sort it all out.”
The two sat in silence for a few seconds before Namjoon remembered the cake.
“So… ready for cake?” Namjoon asked, getting up from his seat.
“Yeah!”
Namjoon carefully lifted the cake out of its box, willing every fiber in his body not to fuck up and
drop it on the floor. Or somehow set it on fire. Seokjin cooed at the small cake. Just like the box, it
was pink and white. ‘Happy Birthday Jin’ was written in pink icing in fancy cursive. Namjoon
stuck three candles in the cake, representing the past, present, and future.
“Well, aren’t you going to sing me happy birthday?” Seokjin smirked.
“I can’t sing, hyung. I sound like a walrus.” Namjoon protested.
“Joonie, you were singing on the track you showed me a few weeks ago. Don’t doubt yourself.”
Seokjin insisted.
Namjoon softly sang happy birthday, and just as Seokjin expected, he sounded perfect. Was
Namjoon flat on some notes? Sure. But this was Namjoon, and Seokjin didn’t want him to pretend
to be immaculate. The ravenette was perfectly imperfect.
Seokjin gazed at Namjoon lovingly as he struck a match and cautiously lit the candles. The danger
of causing another fire was still real.
“Make a wish.” Namjoon whispered.
Seokjin closed his eyes, silent for a few seconds. He then blew out the candles.
“What did you wish for?” Namjoon asked, grinning.
“I can’t tell you.” Seokjin poked his tongue out playfully. “If I did, it wouldn’t come true.”
Chuckling, Namjoon picked up a knife and cut two slices of cake for Seokjin and himself. They
ate in comfortable silence. After Namjoon finished his slice, he reached behind him to retrieve the
small wrapped box. He wordlessly handed it to Seokjin.
“Wow, thank you!” Seokjin ripped apart the wrapping paper eagerly.
Namjoon bit his lip in anticipation when Seokjin saw what was in the white box.
The blond gasped. It was a Princess Peach figurine. The princess was holding her pink parasol
and winking.
“No way!” Seokjin exclaimed incredulously, staring at the box as if it wasn’t real. “This is the
limited edition Peach that came out two weeks ago! It sold out within the first two minutes of
release. Even I wasn’t able to buy one! Namjoon, how did you…?”
Namjoon smiled sheepishly. “I stayed up late refreshing the page on my computer. As soon as the
clock hit midnight, I was able to reserve one. I know you like Super Mario, and you like Peach, so
I wanted to help add to your collection.”
Seokjin smiled tenderly. “Thank you so much, Namjoon.”
“Anything for you, Jin.”
Beaming, Seokjin stood up and walked over to Namjoon’s side of the table. The blond wrapped
his arms around him for a tender hug. Namjoon laid his head in the crook of his neck. Seokjin
smelled like lavender. It was a warm and comforting scent.
smelled like lavender. It was a warm and comforting scent.
“Namjoon...” Seokjin murmured.
“Hmm?” Namjoon hummed into his neck.
Seokjin slowly pulled away and brushed his lips against Namjoon’s. Namjoon parted his lips
slightly in surprise, allowing Seokjin to lock his lips around his securely. Seokjin walked forward
without breaking the kiss, gently pushing Namjoon backwards. Before they knew it, they tumbled
onto Seokjin’s bed.
Namjoon ran his hands along Seokjin’s body. The ravenette hungrily parted his hyung’s lips with
his tongue, and Seokjin allowed him in willingly. He tasted like the vanilla from the cake they
forgot to finish off. Seokjin moaned when Namjoon’s large hand squeezed his ass through the
fabric of his skirt.
Namjoon flipped them over and pinned Seokjin to the bed. He attacked the blond’s neck with
feverish kisses. Seokjin tilted his head to give his dongsaeng better access. Namjoon bit lightly on
the side of the blond’s neck, sucking on his pulse point. Seokjin mewled at the feeling, shutting his
eyes.
Namjoon lightly pecked the hickey he left before unbuttoning Seokjin’s blouse. Heat rushed to
Seokjin’s cheeks at the idea of exposing himself to Namjoon. He hadn’t had proper sex in a year.
His drunken oral with Namjoon didn’t count. Right now, Seokjin was fully aware of everything.
Every breath that ghosted his skin. Every touch Namjoon gave. It was all exhilarating.
Namjoon lowered his head, giving Seokjin’s pink nipple a tentative lick. The blond arched his
back wantonly, wanting more. Namjoon rolled the nub around his tongue for a few seconds
before latching his lips onto it. He sucked gently, pulling away every once in a while to nip at the
bud. Seokjin felt himself grow hard as he enjoyed Namjoon’s ministrations. The ravenette
switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
“Namjoon...” Seokjin moaned. “Touch me more. Please.”
Namjoon completely removed Seokjin’s blouse before trailing his hands down his skirt playfully.
His hands journeyed inside the skirt and massaged his thighs. Namjoon smirked against Seokjin’s
chest at the frustrated whine that left his lips. The senior bucked his hips up, wanting Namjoon’s
hands to touch where he wanted. The ravenette finally gave in, tugging down Seokjin’s skirt and
tossing it to the side.
Namjoon inhaled sharply at the underwear his hyung was wearing. He wore women’s pink boy
shorts. They were lacy and hugged Seokjin’s hips scrumptiously. Namjoon could only imagine
how tight they were around his ass. The panties barely contained Seokjin’s growing bulge. The
pink head of his erection peeked out of the top of the panties sinfully.
Namjoon’s left hand traveled up Seokjin’s bare thigh until he reached the waistband of Seokjin’s
underwear. He pulled them down slowly, wanting to tease his hyung for as long as he could.
Seokjin’s entire face was red with embarrassment. The way Namjoon was drinking in his
nakedness made him squirm.
“You’re so pretty, hyung.” Namjoon praised as he fully exposed Seokjin.
Seokjin bit his lip when Namjoon discarded his underwear and started taking off his own clothes.
Namjoon stripped down to his boxers before trailing kisses down Seokjin’s smooth stomach. He
decorated the milky skin with love bites.
“Do you have lube and condoms?” Namjoon growled.

Seokjin weakly pointed to his nightstand. “Second drawer.”
Namjoon climbed over Jin and hastily opened the drawer to retrieve the items. Setting the
condoms to the side for now, Namjoon snapped the lid to the lube open and squeezed a liberal
amount onto his fingers. He warmed it up before wrapping his hand around Seokjin’s length.
Seokjin cried out. Namjoon’s hand felt a million times better than his own.
Namjoon pumped his hand up and down slowly as he kissed Seokjin again. Seokjin bucked into
Namjoon’s hand, wanting more friction. Namjoon pressed down on Seokjin’s hip with his other
hand, stilling his movements. He picked up the pace on jerking the blond off, watching Seokjin’s
face intently. Seokjin wriggled under his heavy gaze.
“Joonie...” Seokjin choked out. “I want you now. Please.”
The neediness in Seokjin’s voice went straight to Namjoon’s cock. The ravenette settled himself
between Seokjin’s legs, spreading them almost shyly. Seokjin’s pink hole quivered at the
exposure. Namjoon circled his slick finger around the rim, watching the blond’s hole clench
reflexively. Seokjin bit his lip to suppress his moans as Namjoon inched his index finger into him.
Seokjin relaxed his muscles and allowed Namjoon to take full control.
The younger man groaned at how tight he was. He pumped his finger in and out at an unhurried
pace until he was loose enough for another finger. He retracted his index finger to squeeze more
lube on them before going back in. Seokjin was in no way a virgin. But the manner Namjoon was
taking care of him in made him feel like this was his first time.
“Is this okay?” Namjoon asked, studying his hyung’s expression.
“Of course.” Seokjin nodded. “You can… go faster.”
Namjoon did as he was told. He thrusted his fingers in quicker, scissoring and brushing against the
blond’s sensitive bundle of nerves. Seokjin arched his back and released a drawn out moan.
Smiling pridefully at finding his prostate, Namjoon inserted a third finger. If Seokjin wasn’t so
aroused, he would have giggled at Namjoon’s childlike expression. Namjoon’s movements were a
bit awkward, like he was unsure of himself, but Seokjin couldn’t ask for anything better. Namjoon
was absolutely perfect.
“Tell me how you’re feeling.” Namjoon murmured, raising his head to kiss Seokjin’s cheek.
The blond could barely speak as Namjoon’s fingers pumped in and out of him mercilessly. He hit
his prostate every time, and Seokjin was starting to lose his mind.
“Joonie, your fingers feel, ah fuck, so good!” Seokjin gasped. “I want more.”
The blond whined when Namjoon removed his digits. He clenched around nothing, feeling empty
and cold.
“Joonie, hurry.” Seokjin wiggled his hips. He was ready for something thicker to fill him up.
Namjoon tugged his own boxers down and kicked them to the floor. Seokjin attempted to toe off
his heels, but Namjoon stopped him.
“Keep them on.” Namjoon growled, nipping at Seokjin’s calf. “You look so sexy in them.”
Seokjin shivered at the request, turned on even more by the authority in his tone.There was no
way he could tell Taehyung that Namjoon fucked him while he wore the shoes he loaned him.
But what did Taehyung didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
Namjoon tore open a condom packet and rolled it onto his aching erection. After lubing himself
up, Namjoon gripped the bottom of Seokjin’s knees and pushed his legs towards his chest. The tip
of Namjoon’s cock pressed teasingly against Seokjin’s hole.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Namjoon waited for Seokjin’s consent.
Even though Seokjin loved Namjoon’s sweet and caring personality, he was ready for Namjoon
to lose control and fuck him senseless. Seokjin’s expression darkened in lust as he licked his lips
enticingly.
“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow.” He told him suavely. “Make me scream.”
Namjoon’s pupils dilated at Seokjin’s command. Without any more prompting, Namjoon pushed
the head of his length through the slightly loosened ring of muscle. The blond threw his head back
and released a choked groan. Namjoon pressed his lips against Seokjin’s as he sank more of his
cock inside his warmth.
When Namjoon bottomed out, Seokjin sighed at the sensation of feeling full. He was a little
sensitive from not having sex for months, but he was ready for Namjoon to wreck him. The sting
from Namjoon’s insertion passed rather quickly thanks to the ravenette prepping him so well.
“Joonie, move.” Seokjin ordered, bucking his hips once.
“Yes, princess.” Namjoon smirked.
Before Seokjin could react to the pet name, Namjoon pulled out until only the tip was still in the
blond’s hole before slamming back in. Seokjin abandoned all restraint, moaning shamelessly as
Namjoon thrusted into him at a moderate speed. Seokjin lifted his arms to wrap them around
Namjoon’s neck.
In the back of his mind, Seokjin suspected that Namjoon must have had sex with a guy before.
Even though Namjoon was uncertain and kind of shy with his ministrations, he was too precise
for this to be his first time. But all of those thoughts disappeared when the tip of Namjoon’s cock
brushed his prostate. He let out a high-pitched cry, rocking in time with Namjoon’s thrusts.
“Shit, you feel so good! Joonie, I want more. Harder, please!” Seokjin begged.
Namjoon lost all semblance of control. Letting out a low growl, he bent Seokjin’s legs back until
his knees rested on his chest. Namjoon towered over the blond and pressed his body directly on
top of him, causing him to sink deeper into Seokjin’s tight heat. Seokjin could no longer move due
to the way Namjoon had him pinned. He had no option but to lay there and directly receive the
burning pleasure Namjoon’s dick gave as he pounded into him vigorously.
Namjoon hit his prostate with each thrust, and Seokjin’s mind couldn’t process anything anymore.
The ecstasy was too great, his mind too far gone to think. Seokjin whimpered as he entered a
euphoric state, tongue lolling out slightly as he was fucked into the mattress. His voice was shot
from moaning so much, and both of them were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Namjoon panted
as he kept up his unforgiving pace.
“I’m about to...” Seokjin trailed off, biting his lip harshly at a particularly hard thrust.
Namjoon grunted, knowing exactly what he was trying to tell him. “Let it go, hyung.”
The ravenette used to his right hand to grasp Seokjin’s leaking dick, pumping him in time with his
thrusts. He brushed Seokjin’s wet hair off his forehead so he could see his face clearly when he
came. After three flicks of Namjoon’s wrist, Seokjin found his release, sobbing as his cum
splattered onto Namjoon’s hand and stomach. He clenched his hole around Namjoon before he
went limp, satisfied.
The feeling of Seokjin clenching around him mixed with the fucked out look on his face made
Namjoon cum, releasing into the condom. Namjoon collapsed on top of Seokjin as he pulled out,
breathing heavily. He weakly removed the condom, tied it up, and tossed it in the pink trashcan a
few feet away.
Seokjin looked up at Namjoon, an angelic smile gracing his lips. He lifted his hand to run it
through his dongsaeng’s dark locks.
“I love you.” He murmured before closing his eyes and relaxing completely.
Namjoon recoiled in horror. Fear flashed through his eyes as he rolled off Seokjin’s bed. He
rushed to the bathroom and shut the door. All he could think about was Jackson saying the same
three words to him two years ago. Namjoon started to hyperventilate, panic rousing through his
entire body. He tried to focus on cleaning himself up, but he felt himself start to shut down.
“Damn it… why? Why?”
Namjoon sank to floor, completely naked, and hid his head in his arms, choking back the sobs that
threatened to escape him.
Chapter End Notes
This is probably the longest chapter in this story. O.o
Thank you guys so much for the kudos and all of the nice comments thus far! They
keep me motivated! I'll see you guys Sunday! <3
Chapter 11
Chapter Summary
Namjoon starts behaving strangely. Seokjin finds himself spiraling out of control.
Chapter Notes
Who's ready for some drama? *raises hand*
~.~.~.~.~.~
It takes very little for someone’s life to turn into shit. Seokjin learned just how quickly that could
happen. When he woke up the next morning, he was alone. The bed was cold, meaning Namjoon
left hours ago. Seokjin vaguely remembered saying something to the ravenette after they both
came, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly.
He called Namjoon later that day, but he didn’t answer. Seokjin tried texting him. There was still
no response. Seokjin was worried. Was Namjoon upset about something? Did he do something
wrong?
Two days later, Seokjin saw Namjoon in their creative writing class. He looked terrible. His eyes
were dark, and his face looked pale.
“Namjoon?” Seokjin called out softly, almost a whisper.
Namjoon looked up, giving him a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Good morning, hyung.”
“Are you okay? I’ve been trying to get in touch you.” Seokjin sat in his usual seat beside
Namjoon.
“Ah, sorry.” Namjoon scratched the back of his head. “I kinda threw myself into studying. Finals
start next week, y’know.”
“Yeah...” Seokjin wasn’t stupid. He knew there was more to it than that. “Well, make sure you’re
eating and getting enough sleep, alright?”
“I know, I know.” Namjoon sighed. “Studying’s not the only thing I’ve been doing, though. The
Raven Claw got in contact with me yesterday and asked if I wanted to do a set there for my
mixtape after amateur night. So I’ve been preparing myself for that. I have to go to the club a few
times before I actually perform so I can practice and stuff.”
“Wow, really?!” All of Seokjin’s suspicion melted away. “That is awesome! When is it? I
definitely wanna see you perform your own set!”
Namjoon visibly relaxed. “December 17th . Hoseok is going to participate in amateur night, so you
can cheer both of us on.”
Seokjin could barely contain his excitement as their class started. He kept smiling to himself as he
took notes. Namjoon, however, returned to his gloomy mood, gazing at his hyung’s smile.
Shaking his head, he returned his focus back on the professor.
Namjoon’s behavior took a turn for the worst a couple of days later.
Hoseok repeatedly tapped his foot on the floor anxiously as he glanced at his digital clock.
4:52am. Namjoon had said that he would be back from the Raven Claw by 2am. Where the hell
was he? Hoseok had fallen asleep hours ago, but awoke to find that Namjoon has not yet returned.
Namjoon had told him that he was going for his first rehearsal at the underground club for his set.
It was the same night as the Ladies’ Night showcase, so Namjoon decided to go to the club early
before they began setup and watch the female rappers perform. Hoseok was worried. He may be
annoyed with Namjoon’s closeness with Seokjin, but he was still his friend and roommate. He
wanted to make sure Namjoon was okay. He called the ravenette, but he didn’t receive an answer.
Finally, at 6am, the door to their dorm room squeaked open, waking up a drowsy Hoseok. He
didn’t realize that he had dozed off. Namjoon dropped his heavy backpack onto the ground.
Hoseok sat up in bed, preparing to lecture his friend when a flowery scent filled the room.
Wait… why does Namjoon smell like perfume?
“Namjoon?” Hoseok called quietly.
Namjoon ignored him, tugging off his shirt and jeans. Hoseok climbed down from the top bunk
and turned on the light. His eyes widened when he saw Namjoon’s chest was littered with
hickeys. Namjoon pulled on his pajama shirt, hiding them from sight.
“Can you turn the damn light off?” The ravenette spat, glaring at his roommate. “I’m tired.”
“Y-Yeah...” Hoseok turned off the light and quickly climbed up the ladder to the top bunk bed,
fearing for his life. Namjoon looked utterly murderous, as if he was about to rip Hoseok’s head
off.
As Hoseok snuggled back under the covers, he tried to figure out what was wrong with Namjoon.
It wasn’t like him to stay out so late at night. On a school night, no less. He always went to bed at
a reasonable hour since he had morning classes to go to.
Hoseok already knew that he wasn’t with Seokjin. He had texted his hyung before falling back
asleep, and he had replied that he had no idea where Namjoon was. He also threatened to murder
Hoseok if he interrupted his beauty sleep again, but that wasn’t important.
Hoseok felt in his gut that something was about to happen. Something horrible. He only hoped
that whatever was going on didn’t involve Seokjin’s feelings in any way.
~.~.~.~.~
Taehyung was mildly surprised to see Yoongi as he skated towards University Hall. They grey-
haired man was sitting on the bench near the entrance, his feet resting on his own skateboard.
“Hyung?” Taehyung stepped off his penny board and sauntered over to him. “What’s up? Are
you waiting for Hoseokie?”
Yoongi tried his hardest not to blush at the knowing tone in his voice. Even Taehyung had noticed
how much time he had been spending with Hoseok.
“Um, no.” Yoongi coughed, restoring his indifferent demeanor. “I’m waiting for Namjoon. We’re
supposed to go over to the Raven Claw together to do some sound tests.”
Taehyung’s face brightened. “Yeah, I heard about that! Hoseok-hyung wouldn’t shut up about
amateur night and Namjoon’s very own set. I plan on going, actually! Jungkookie and Jimin said
they would go to cheer them on, too!”
Yoongi smiled fondly. “That’s great. I know they’ll appreciate the support.”
Taehyung tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Namjoonie’s been working very hard. He came back to
the dorms late the other day. I didn’t hear any snoring, so I didn’t wear my earplugs to bed that
night. But at around six am, his snores woke me up. I asked Hoseok about it later on, and he said
Namjoon was at the club the entire time. He looked kinda upset, though. He must’ve been
worried. I saw Namjoon that morning, and I saw some red marks on his neck before he covered it
up with a scarf. I wonder what happened to him.”
Yoongi stiffened. Hoseok didn’t tell him about this. And if porn taught him anything, the alleged
red marks on Namjoon’s neck were hickeys. It wasn’t difficult to put two and two together and
figure out what Namjoon had been up to. And whatever he did, he didn’t do it with Seokjin, since
he was in the apartment all night.
Damn it all. Yoongi seethed. I know they’re not legit dating, but this is bullshit. Is Namjoon
actually stupid?
Taehyung tilted his head innocently, confused at Yoongi’s sudden change in countenance.
“Yoongi-hyung?”
“Hey, guys!”
Taehyung spun around to see Namjoon walking over to them. Yoongi did his best not to scowl at
the black scarf Namjoon had wrapped snugly around his neck. Namjoon looked exhausted. He
looked sullen, his eyes lifeless. Yoongi could tell that he had put makeup underneath his eyes, no
doubt to hide dark circles.
“Hi Namjoon!” Taehyung waved. “Are you feeling better? I saw the marks on your-”
Yoongi leaped and silenced Taehyung by covering his mouth. This kid had no common sense
sometimes. He was too naive for his own good.
“You’re late. Are you ready to go?” Yoongi asked Namjoon with as much irritation as he could
muster.
“Yeah.” Namjoon nodded.
Yoongi released Taehyung and gently pushed him towards the dorms. “See ya later, Tae.”
Taehyung pouted as Yoongi and Namjoon left, wondering what the big deal was. But then,
something registered in his mind.
Namjoon started acting strange after Seokjin’s birthday dinner…

It all started to make sense to him as he headed inside the dorms.
Meanwhile, Yoongi watched Namjoon like a hawk during the sound test. Namjoon seemed
absentminded, his thoughts wandering to other things. Yoongi had to snap his fingers to get the
ravenette’s attention several times. It was starting to grate on Yoongi’s conscience. He was caught
between wanting to strangle Namjoon and wanting to ease whatever was on his mind.
“It’s kinda hot in here.” Yoongi said, testing Namjoon. “Don’t you wanna take your scarf off?”
Namjoon laughed nervously, but Yoongi knew he was panicking on the inside. “No, I’m fine,
hyung. But thanks.”
After Namjoon did a run through of his performance, he received a text on his phone. Yoongi
observed Namjoon closely as he checked it. A shadow crossed Namjoon’s face, and he licked his
lips as he texted the person back.
“Was it Jin?” Yoongi inquired as Namjoon packed up his stuff.
“No. A friend. She needs help with something.” Namjoon replied.
“She?” Yoongi murmured, but Namjoon didn’t hear him.
“Do you mind telling Hoseok not to wait up for me? I’ll be late coming back.” Namjoon
continued.
“...sure.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes as Namjoon jogged out of the basement and up the stairs,
never looking back.
Yoongi clicked his tongue. He wasn’t conflicted on what he wanted to do to Namjoon anymore.
He wanted to strangle the life out of him.
~.~.~.~.~
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Seokjin cried into his phone.
On the other line, Baekhyun flinched at the rage in his classmate’s voice. “I’m sorry, Seokjin! The
file with your scene got corrupted. We have to redo your part and edit it.”
Seokjin clutched his head. There was no way this was happening. Today was December 16th ,
four days prior to when the Film Lab final project was due. It was also the day before the Raven
Claw’s amateur night and Namjoon’s showcase. It was too late in the day to start filming again, so
he, Baekhyun, and Eunji would have to start in the morning and spend the whole day editing so it
would be done. Amber wasn’t available to help out.
The gods must have had it out for him, because everything seemed to be going wrong. Namjoon
was tiring himself out and continued to distance himself. Hoseok has been in a constant terrible
mood, snapping at Seokjin whenever he mentioned Namjoon. Yoongi has been unusually quiet,
unable to look Seokjin directly in the eyes. And when he asked Taehyung what the hell was going
on, he was apparently just as clueless. But Seokjin could see pity in Taehyung’s eyes, so he must
have known something.
Seokjin was at the end of his rope, on the verge of crying in frustration. Why was everyone acting
so strange? Just what was everyone hiding from him?
The next day, Seokjin reluctantly told Hoseok that he wouldn’t be able to make it to the Raven
Claw.
“Hyung, why?” Hoseok asked over the phone, crushed.
“I have to redo my part of my Film Lab project.” Seokjin groaned into the receiver. “It got messed
up. The project is due in three days, so I have to spend all of today getting it done so my team and
I can go over the film together. We can’t film until 5pm, since Baekhyun has a hapkido
competition he’s participating in.”
“That sucks. But it can’t be helped, I guess.” Hoseok sighed. “Yoongi’s with me, so I’ll pass on
the news to him.”
“Thanks, Hoseokie. Do you mind telling Namjoon too?” Seokjin requested. “I haven’t been able
to reach him.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Seokjin could almost hear Hoseok fuming.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll tell him.” Hoseok finally replied. “I gotta go, hyung. I’ll talk to you after the
showcase, okay?”
“Hoseok, is everything alright?” Seokjin managed to squeeze in before Hoseok ended the call. “I
can feel the animosity through the phone.”
“It’s nothing, really.” Hoseok told him, his voiced cheerily forced. “I’m just a bit nervous for
amateur night is all. I’ll ask Tae to record it so you can see it. Now I really have to go. Bye.”
Hoseok hung up before Seokjin could say anything else. Upset, Seokjin threw his phone on his
bed. Why was everyone treating him like a child? He was their eldest hyung, damn it! He wasn’t
dumb. He knew something was up. He knew it had something to do with Namjoon suddenly
avoiding him. The thought of Namjoon pissed him off more. Didn’t Namjoon make Seokjin
promise a month and a half ago not to avoid him? Now he was doing the same thing.
Seokjin angrily did his makeup and gathered his equipment before driving to the same park he and
his team filmed in the first time. Since there was snow on the ground, they would have to change
the original scene a bit. Seokjin and Baekhyun would interact under the large tree in the middle of
the park. Thanks to the tree’s long branches, the ground beneath it was devoid of any snow. The
sun was out today, so they could easily add in filters and edit it so it would look like a normal
spring day.
Seokjin was freezing. The bitter cold seeped through his thin shirt and jeans. Eunji gave him a
sympathetic look before she started filming. Seokjin was a wonderful actor. He didn’t major in it
for nothing. He sported an angelic expression as he sat against the trunk of the large tree, eyes
closed. He appeared to be peaceful. But on the inside, a storm was brewing.
Baekhyun entered the scene, looking at Seokjin curiously. He tapped the blond’s shoulder, just as
they had rehearsed. Seokjin slowly opened his eyes, a gaze so saintly that it made Eunji silently
squeal behind the camera.
“Alright, we’re done!” Eunji announced an hour later. “Let’s head back to my apartment so we
can warm up and start editing! We need to finish this today so Seulgi can put the whole film
together!”
Seokjin quickly put back on his pink coat and headed to his car with Eunji and Baekhyun in tow.
Seokjin drove them and the camera to Eunji’s apartment. Eunji made hot chocolate while Seokjin
and Baekhyun got to work.
Baekhyun noticed Seokjin’s sour mood. Usually the blond was a lot more talkative, but today, he
was oddly quiet. He had to do the talking for the both of them.
“Here you go!” Eunji said cheerily, handing her two classmates a mug of cocoa.
“Thanks.” Seokjin replied.
As early evening progressed into night, Seokjin felt himself sink lower and lower into sadness. He
checked his watch. It was 11:10 pm. The amateur showcase had already started. And they were
only halfway done with editing.
Baekhyun gave Eunji a knowing look before tapping on the blond’s shoulder. “You want to be
somewhere else, don’t you?”
Seokjin looked up in surprise. “Yeah...”
“Then go.” Eunji smiled. “It’s our fault the original file got corrupted, anyway. Baekhyun and I
can finish up here. We know exactly what you want in your scene.”
Seokjin’s face brightened at the kindness. “Thank you two so much. I owe you guys one.”
Baekhyun gave Seokjin a playful wink. “We’ll hold you to that.”
Seokjin rushed out of Eunji’s apartment and got in his car. He didn’t have time to change clothes.
He had to go now. Seokjin reached in his glove department and took out emergency cleansing
wipes. He quickly wiped the makeup off before driving as fast as the law would allow to the
Raven Claw. He didn’t dare try to text Hoseok or Namjoon. They were most likely busy getting
ready to perform, and he didn’t want to disturb them.
After Seokjin found a parking spot, he sent Taehyung a text, wondering if he could even hear his
phone over the crowd in the basement. Deciding not to worry about it, he got out of his car and
hurried inside the Raven Claw. Remembering where the staircase to the basement was, Seokjin
maneuvered his way through the throngs of clubbers and headed down the stairs. He could hear
the crowd clapping to the beat, and a muffled sound of someone rapping. It suspiciously sounded
like Hoseok.
Seokjin flashed his ID at the bouncer before going inside. Sure enough, Hoseok was on stage,
rapping enthusiastically to a song he wrote. The blond pushed past as many people as he could so
he could get close to the front, managing to catch the last verse before Hoseok’s song ended.
Everyone erupted into applause as Hoseok grinned widely and bowed. As he was looking out into
the crowd, he spotted Seokjin in all of his pastel glory, cheering the loudest. Hoseok pointed at
Seokjin and waved, letting him know that he saw him. Hoseok hurried off stage so he could join
Seokjin in the crowd.
The MC walked back on stage with a smile on his face. “Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for J-
Hope!”
He waited for a few seconds as the audience cheered and whooped their approval.
“This concludes amateur night! Of course, the winner will be announced on Monday, so all
participants, come back by to see which one of you won!” The MC said. “In ten minutes, our very
own Rap Monster will storm the stage and perform songs from his mixtape, RM! So stick
around!”
Though Seokjin was disappointed that he didn’t make it in time to see all of Hoseok’s
performance, he was relieved that he could at least see Namjoon shine on stage. As people
chatted, Seokjin stood on his toes, searching for any of his friends. He spotted lilac hair towards
the middle of the crowd. Grinning, Seokjin made his way over to Taehyung. He was laughing
with Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi.
“Oh my god, Jin!” Taehyung yelled when he spotted Seokjin.
The younger man crushed his hyung in a hug. Jimin and Jungkook stood back, smiling softly.
“I’m glad you made it, hyung. Hoseokie said you couldn’t come cuz one of your classmates
fucked up.” Yoongi said, patting Seokjin’s back.
“They let me go.” Seokjin sighed happily. “They volunteered to finish the rest of the editing. I’m
just sorry I wasn’t here in time for Hoseok- oof!”
Seokjin was cut off when Hoseok appeared out of nowhere and jumped on him.
“Hyung!” Hoseok cried. “You came!”
The five young men chatted with Seokjin as they waited for Namjoon’s showcase to start.
Jungkook was a bit awkward around the blond since their first meeting involved shouting up at his
window to get Taehyung’s attention. Seokjin didn’t have it in him to tease him, though. Him
holding Taehyung’s hand was enough to let him know that the two had worked everything out.
For the first time in weeks, Seokjin felt like everything had returned back to normal. Yoongi
wasn’t being quiet. Taehyung had his boxy smile. Hoseok wasn’t in a sour mood. He was
energetic, jumping around like a child hyped up on sugar. It felt nice.
The lights dimmed on the stage, catching everyone’s attention. The MC sauntered to the
microphone for the last time.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Rap Monster!”
Seokjin stared as the young man he had grown to love strolled onstage. He adjusted the
microphone, brimming with confidence. He didn’t look pale and exhausted like he had been. His
countenance screamed rock star. He wore a sleeveless black leather jacket with a white tank
underneath. His black skinny jeans had rips at the knees, and the ankles were tucked into black
Converse. A gold chain laid on his chest. Namjoon had his makeup done, with foundation and
everything. He even had eyeliner and a hint of black eyeshadow. It almost looked professionally
done.
“I did Namjoonie’s makeup.” Taehyung whispered to Seokjin gleefully.
Seokjin’s heart sank slightly, a little sad that Taehyung had been able to spend more time with
Namjoon than he could. But tonight wasn’t about him. It was about Namjoon and Hoseok. He
pushed his negative thoughts away and focused on the rapper in front of him.
“Hey everyone, thank you all so much for coming out to support amateur night and to support
me.” Namjoon’s voice spread throughout the venue. “This mixtape was born from me going
through a rough time in my life. Music always helped me think, and creating fun lyrics to go with
music from other talented artists was therapeutic. I’ve grown a lot this year, thanks to the
wonderful friends I’ve made. This mixtape is dedicated to them, the ones who have helped me
find my confidence.”
Seokjin’s heart warmed at the dedication. He knew that Namjoon wasn’t solely talking about him,
but at least he knew that Namjoon still considered him his friend. The last two weeks had been
rough with Namjoon distancing himself. But the ravenette’s words reassured him immensely. He
could wait a little while longer to tell Namjoon his feelings for him. He didn’t mind. As long as he
was by his side, nothing else mattered.
Seokjin thoroughly enjoyed the showcase. He clapped and jumped along with Taehyung, Jimin
and Hoseok as Namjoon spit straight fire. Yoongi and Jungkook looked on fondly, wondering
how they were so lucky to find such amazing friends.
They were in the middle of the venue, so Namjoon couldn’t see them from his spot on the stage.
But during Namjoon’s performance, of “Do You,” he swore he could hear Hoseok and Yoongi
rapping along with him. Unbeknownst to Namjoon, another person he knew was watching, white
hair illuminating in a sea of dark colors.
A few songs later, Namjoon ended his set. The crowd was in a frenzy, shouting their love for Rap
Monster. The ravenette felt better for the first time in weeks. He was rejuvenated. As he exited
stage right, Namjoon felt like he could face Seokjin again and talk to him. He knew he was
brushing the blond off, and it added to the stress. Between finals, this showcase, and his fear,
Namjoon couldn’t eat or sleep properly.
Hyojin was the first one to congratulate Namjoon as he entered the throngs of people.
“You were wonderful!” She gushed, giving him a hug.
“Thank you.” He replied sincerely.
“Go find your friends.” She told him. “I saw that Suga kid hopping around like a rabbit looking
for you.”
Laughing, Namjoon waved goodbye as he looked around for that familiar mop of grey hair. He
thought he could hear Taehyung shouting, so he walked in that direction. However, he stopped,
paralyzed at the person who just stepped in front of him.
“Namjoon...” Jackson took a step towards him, his eyes soft. “Hey.”
This wasn’t happening. Wang Jackson was not standing in front of him. Trembling, Namjoon
backed away. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get out before he had an emotional
breakdown in the middle of the venue. Namjoon turned around and ran back in Hyojin’s
direction.
“Please, wait!” He heard Jackson cry out, but he ignored him.
Namjoon spotted Hyojin talking to her friend Lee Chaelin. He put a hand on her shoulder before
resting it on her arm.
“I need to talk to you.” Namjoon said urgently before pulling her away.
Hyojin gave Chaelin an apologetic look before allowing Namjoon to take her away.
~.~.~.~.~
Ten minutes later, Seokjin sighed in defeat. No one had been able to find Namjoon in the swarm
of people.
“Maybe he’s upstairs?” Jimin suggested when everyone regrouped. “Seokjin-hyung, you could
look there.”
“Alright.” Seokjin agreed.
“We’ll check backstage!” Hoseok hooked his arm around Yoongi’s, causing the older man to
blush.
“And I’ll keep calling.” Taehyung sighed as he redialed Namjoon’s number. “I’ll meet you up
there to help you look in a second, hyung.”
As Seokjin headed out of the basement, Jimin and Jungkook continued their search below. Before
Seokjin could turn the corner, he heard hushed voices. One of them was definitely Namjoon’s. He
was about to call out to him when a familiar female voice made him freeze in his tracks.
“Well, you’re eager, aren’t you?” The voice purred. “You couldn’t wait until I was done talking to
my friend? I thought you were upset about something.”
Seokjin recognized it. It was Hyojin, the female rapper he met the first time he came to the Raven
Claw. Sure enough, he peeked around the corner to see her. What they were doing, however,
made Seokjin blanch. Namjoon had the sandy-haired woman pressed up against the wall, kissing
her neck.
“Yeah, so let’s go.” Namjoon muttered into her clavicle.
Giggling, Hyojin pushed Namjoon away. “My place again?”
“Of course.”
Seokjin felt his blood boil. Was this why Namjoon was avoiding him? Because he was seeing
her?
“I’ll meet you out by my car. I have to tell Chaelin I’m leaving.” Hyojin turned in Seokjin’s
direction. The blond quickly ducked his head back behind the wall.
“Alright.” Namjoon replied, heading towards the stairs.
Hyojin’s heels clacked against the floor as she made her way back. When she rounded the corner,
she jumped in surprise at Seokjin. He was staring at the ground, fists clenched. Her shock
disappeared when she recognized who he was. She was about to walk past him when Seokjin
reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her.
“How long has this been going on?” Seokjin asked lowly, his grip tight.
Hyojin turned around, offering Seokjin a sad smile. “He talks about you a lot, you know. All the
time.”
The blond faltered slightly, but his anger grew as he thought about Namjoon’s behavior over the
last two weeks. “How long has this been going on?” He repeated poisonously.
Hyojin was startled at Seokjin’s tone, almost frightened. “Two weeks.” She revealed hesitantly.
Seokjin felt his heart break into a million pieces. All of his hopes for a future relationship with
Namjoon vanished. He released Hyojin, feeling tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Hyojin
looked away, feeling guilty.
“You love him, don’t you?” She asked, already knowing the answer.
Seokjin didn’t respond
“I’m sorry, Jin. I had no idea.” She murmured honestly. “When you and I first met, I had a hunch
that perhaps you liked him. But I didn’t know that it had grown into love. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Seokjin sniffled. “I only have myself to blame. I’m the idiot who fell in love
with a guy who doesn’t know what team he plays for.”
Hyojin walked away, leaving Seokjin alone in the empty corridor.
Chapter End Notes
I wish I could say things get better from here, but they don’t. They get so much
worse. ;A; see you all Thursday.
Chapter 12
Chapter Summary
Seokjin and Namjoon break each other’s hearts.
Chapter Notes
Well… all of you were pissed and/or sad last chapter. Things don't get much better,
I'm afraid. All aboard the Angst Express! All passengers need tissues!
~.~.~.~.~
Seokjin wasn’t as shocked as he probably should have been when Jackson sat down next to him.
He was too tipsy to care. The blond had long given up on finding Namjoon and getting back to
his friends. He knew where the ravenette would be staying tonight. The same place he was for the
last two weeks: in the arms of a beautiful woman that had the proper genitalia Namjoon wanted.
So Seokjin decided to stay upstairs in the bar and drink his devastation away.
Seokjin tipped his back and downed his third shot of vodka when the white haired man took a
seat.
“You’re Jin, right?” Jackson asked just to be certain.
“Hell yeah I am.” Seokjin slurred. “You’re the angel guy Namjoon hates.”
Jackson chuckled uneasily. “Yeah, that’s me. And I’m sorry about Halloween night. I was wrong
for trying to take you home when you were so drunk.”
“Whatever, it’s fine. I got over it.” Seokjin waved it off. “So, what are you doing here?”
“I came here to find Namjoon.” Jackson told him. “I saw him, but he ran away before I could
apologize to him. Have you seen him?”
Seokjin’s stomach lurched. “He left a while ago.”
The blond ordered another shot, ordering one for Jackson as well. There was no way he could talk
about Namjoon while he could still think clearly.
“This sucks.” Jackson sighed. “This felt like the only chance I had to talk to him. The only reason
why I knew he would be here was because this club was advertising a showcase for Rap Monster.
Namjoon used that alias in high school. He talked to me about hip hop all the time, and he was
extremely talented. I just wished I hadn’t fucked up the way I did with him.”
The shots arrived, and Seokjin gulped his down without a second thought.
“What did you do to him?” Seokjin inquired. “Why was he so upset with you that night?
Namjoon didn’t want to talk about you when he took me home.”
Jackson picked up his shot and chugged it. “If I’m gonna open this can of worms, I’ll need a little
more liquid courage. I’ll buy the next round of shots.”
After receiving his second shot, Jackson recounted his past with Namjoon. Seokjin couldn’t focus
properly, the alcohol inebriating his mind. He could pick out certain things, like Namjoon having a
crush on Jackson, they both got drunk, and then they had sex.
“I knew that little fucker screwed a guy before!” Seokjin suddenly blurted out, interrupting
Jackson. “He fucked me way too good to be a virgin!”
Jackson glanced warily around him, a few people giving them horrified looks. “Okay, I think
that’s enough of story time. You should go home now. I’ll pay your tab. Did you drive here?”
“Yes, I drove, but I’m fine!” Seokjin protested.
“You’re not.” Jackson sighed, waving the bartender over to pay both tabs. “In fact, I’ll drive you
home. You’re too intoxicated. I only had two shots, and that’s not nearly enough to even get me
intoxicated.”
Seokjin vehemently shook his head. “No, you don’t have to do that. I’m sure you already have a
ride.”
“No, it’s fine.” Jackson insisted. “I didn’t drive my car here. I’m not familiar with this part of
town, so I took an Uber. I know how to get to Gidae University, though. I’ll just call another Uber
after I get you home. I promise I’m not trying to make a move on you.”
“Jin-hyung!”
Seokjin turned around to see Taehyung and Jungkook running over to him. Taehyung looked
extremely distressed.
“What the hell is going on?!” His lavender-haired friend shouted. “First Namjoon disappears, and
now you! We’ve been looking everywhere for you. This is the last place I thought I’d find you!”
Seokjin was too drunk to understand why Taehyung was so upset. All he wanted to do right now
was go to bed and forget about this horrible day. Taehyung noticed Jackson’s hand around
Seokjin’s waist. He scowled at the tall man.
“And who are you?” He jabbed a finger at Jackson’s chest.
Jungkook quickly put an arm around Taehyung so he wouldn’t escalate the situation. An angry
Taehyung was a dangerous one. Jungkook knew that first hand. Jackson stared at Taehyung’s
skirt, a bit confused on what was happening right now.
Did someone put drugs in my drink? Jackson wondered to himself.
“Jackson’s taking me home.” Seokjin slurred before Jackson could say anything. “Don’t worry, I
know who he is. Apparently I’m waaaaaay too wasted to drive myself. Namjoon is the only one
of you guys that has a driver’s permit. Jackson has his license. So I’ll be fine.”
“Jin, no!” Taehyung reached out to grab the blond, but he slapped his hand away. “I’ll call a taxi
or something! You can pick up your car tomorrow.”
“If he does that, he’ll get a ticket.” Jackson pointed out rationally. “Please, Jin needs to get home
now before he passes out. How about you two ride with us? So you’ll know that I’m telling the
truth.”
Taehyung bit his lip. “Fine. But let me go tell the others we’re leaving. Kookie, please stay here
until I get back.”
Jackson watched the younger man head back towards the basement. He then looked up at
Jungkook, raising an eyebrow.
“Kookie?” He repeated, his tone filled with mirth.
Jungkook blushed heavily. “Shut up.” He muttered.
Taehyung found Hoseok first. The brunette was heading in his direction with Yoongi and Jimin in
tow. They looked worried.
“Did you find him?” Hoseok asked frantically.
“Yeah, he was chugging down booze at the bar with some guy named Jackson.” Taehyung
confirmed, wrinkling his nose. “He’s so drunk, hyung. He can’t drive in his state. So this Jackson
guy offered to drive him home. Kookie and I are gonna ride with them so we can make sure Jin
gets back alright. It’s safe to say that Namjoon is gone, so we should get outta here.”
Hoseok frowned. “This isn’t like Jin at all. He rarely drinks. Only for special occasions and on
Halloween. Why is he doing this? And why the hell would Namjoon just up and leave without
seeing us?”
“You just asked a motherfucking mouthful.” Yoongi groaned. “All I know is that I’m tired and I
wanna go home. I swear I’m never hanging out with you losers ever again. We’re a hot mess.”
“Yeah, let’s go.” Jimin rubbed his temple in irritation. “This was all an unnecessary wild goose
chase. I’m gonna kill Namjoon as soon as I step foot into University Hall.”
The four students went back upstairs. Seokjin was resting his head on Jackson’s shoulder, almost
sound asleep. Jungkook sighed in relief when Taehyung locked their hands together. It was
awkward making small talk with a complete stranger while Seokjin slept on him.
Hoseok glared at Jackson suspiciously. He heard Namjoon mention a “Jackson” a week ago in his
sleep. He was tossing and turning in the bed, as if he was having a nightmare.
Was Jackson the reason why Namjoon left so abruptly? Hoseok wondered.
“We can discuss all of this tomorrow.” Yoongi addressed his friends. He then turned to face
Jackson, a murderous glint in his eye. “Listen, you. Kim Seokjin better get home in one piece or I
will find you and remove your nuts. Got it?”
Jackson gulped in terror. Yoongi was shorter than him, but Jackson felt very small at that moment.
“Understood.”
The group parted ways. Jungkook helped Jackson haul Seokjin to his Mini Cooper and get him
into the backseat. Jungkook reached into Seokjin’s pocket and handed Jackson his car keys. He
and Taehyung then hopped in the backseat as Jackson started up the car. Hoseok, Yoongi, and
Jimin watched them leave the parking lot before walking back to Gidae University.
“This is all so fucked up.” Hoseok said. “Jin would never pull a stunt like this.”
Yoongi and Jimin remained silent as Hoseok dialed Namjoon’s number one last time in hopes of
reaching him.
“Hello?” Namjoon’s tired voice filled Hoseok’s ear.
“Dude! Where the fuck are you?” Hoseok barked into the phone. Yoongi and Jimin perked up in
interest.
“With a friend.” He responded curtly.
“The same female friend you’ve been hanging out with?” Hoseok snapped.
“So what if it is? What’s it to you?” Namjoon bit back.
Yoongi tensed at that. Jimin’s gaze flickered between his hyungs, puzzled.
“Don’t give me attitude. Why did you leave us, man? We were all worried about you!” Hoseok
snarled. “Jin-hyung came. He was able to get away from his project to come see you, you asshole!
But you wouldn’t know because you just had to leave. At the moment, Jin is piss drunk for some
reason, and needed some jerk named Jackson to drive him home! I don’t know what the hell is
going on with you two, but you both need to fucking figure it out!”
Namjoon was silent on the other end. “Jackson?” He finally said, a hint of hurt in his voice.
“Jin’s alone with that bastard?”
Hoseok groaned in frustration. “Was that the only thing you heard, Namjoon? Tae and Jungkook-
ah are with them too, but you need to answer me-”
Namjoon hung up.
“That son of a bitch!” Hoseok shouted, fired up. “I’m gonna kill him!”
“I think we all just need to chill the fuck out.” Yoongi said calmly. “Nothing will get solved
tonight. Let’s just take some to relax, okay? This has gotten way out of control. We’ll all end up
killing each other at this point.”
Jimin was tense. He knew on the inside that things between their circle of friends were going to go
to shit, and it all stemmed from Namjoon.
This is a mess. Jimin thought sadly to himself. A mess that may tear everything apart.
~.~.~.~.~
Seokjin refused to come out of his room for the rest of the weekend. Yoongi tried to get him to
come out to eat, but the blond refused. He spent the entire time in bed, wondering why he was so
wrong. Why did he have to fall in love with people who didn’t love him back? What had he done
to deserve this?
Hoseok and Taehyung came by to check on Seokjin, but he still remained adamant about being
left alone. On Thursday, Seokjin had to monitor his English class while the students took the
multiple choice portion of their final. The freshmen already completed the speaking and listening
sections last week, so Seokjin didn’t have to grade those. He was grateful for it. The multiple
choice would be quick and painless to grade.
Taehyung stared at Seokjin sadly as he bubbled in answers on his exam. He felt useless. Seokjin
was always there for him when he was down, online and now in real life. Now Seokjin was
suffering alone, and there was nothing Taehyung could do to comfort him. After the exam ended,
Seokjin stayed behind with the professor to quickly grade the tests. Disheartened, Taehyung
reluctantly left.
Later on, Seokjin locked himself back in his room. Taehyung came by again to visit, but Seokjin
remained out of sight. There was only one thing that would get Seokjin out of bed, and that was
Kim Namjoon. But at this point in time, that would be impossible. However, a frantic text from
Jimin was Taehyung’s saving grace for getting his older friend out of his room.
“Jin?” Taehyung knocked softly on the door “Do you mind if I use your kitchen?”
“What for?” Came Seokjin’s muffled reply. He was most likely hiding under his blankets.
“To make some soup. Namjoon has a cold.” He replied. “It’s really bad. Jimin had to help him get
into his room.”
Seokjin’s door slammed open, startling Taehyung.
“That idiot.” Seokjin seethed, storming into the kitchen. He pulled out several ingredients and a
pot. “I told him to take care of himself, but that hardheaded cretin didn’t listen! He hasn’t been
getting enough rest, and he’s been staying out all night. Ridiculous!”
Yoongi stepped out of his room, bewildered at Seokjin’s sudden boost of energy.
“What the hell happened to him?” He whispered to Taehyung. “I thought he was sulking.”
The younger man sighed, finally figuring Seokjin out. “When you’re in love, it can make you
crazy.”
~.~.~.~.~
Namjoon felt like a pile of shit. He laid in bed, feverish. The cold washcloth Jimin placed on his
head almost half an hour ago had warmed up and rendered ineffective. He only had himself to
blame for this cold. He had abused his body by staying up until the wee hours of the morning. He
studied for his finals without taking a break, and he only ate at most once a day. The final nail in
the coffin was what occurred on Saturday after his showcase.
The truth was, Namjoon didn’t go home with Hyojin that night. After his verbal dispute with
Hoseok over the phone, Hyojin promptly kicked him out of her car, pissed at him for an
undisclosed reason. Not having enough money for a taxi, he had to walk back to Gidae University
alone. The temperature plummeted since it was nighttime. The trek back to the university was a
long one from where Hyojin kicked him out. After a while, his coat was useless against the wintry
winds.
And alas, the punishment came in the form of a nasty cold. Namjoon had a morning and afternoon
final, and he took the exams in a daze. He had a splitting headache, and he sneezed and coughed
sequentially. Namjoon was hazy as he went back to the dorms. He collapsed outside of his door.
Luckily, Jimin was leaving for his own final when he saw Namjoon. Frantic, he hauled Namjoon
into the room and texted Taehyung, the only one who had finished their final. Jimin promised
someone would check up on him as he left Namjoon alone.
An urgent knock on his door roused Namjoon from his reminiscing. Thinking it was Hoseok,
Namjoon trudged to the door and opened it.
“Hoseok, where’s your key-huh?” Namjoon halted when he was abruptly pushed aside. “Jin?!”
The angry blond glared at Namjoon as he entered the dorm. He dropped an insulated lunch box
on Namjoon’s desk before stripping off his coat, hat, and gloves.
“You never listen to me.” Seokjin snapped. “I told you not to overexert yourself, and now look at
you.”
The shock wore off, and Namjoon felt tired. “I’m sorry, hyung. But, what are you doing here?”
Seokjin unzipped the lunchbox, removing a bowl, a spoon, and tumbler with a built-in straw. “I
made you samgaetang and citron tea.” He replied, calming down. “I know you, and you’re gonna
go take your exam tomorrow instead of letting your body rest. You need to get your strength back
if you’re gonna do that.”
Namjoon’s face fell. The kindness Seokjin had shown him over the last four months was
unbelievable. He knew Seokjin was mad at him, but the blond still cared about his health and
well-being.
I don't deserve him. I never did deserve him.
The ravenette refused to look Seokjin in the eyes as he accepted the chicken soup and tea. He ate
on his bed, the silence suffocating them both. After Namjoon finished eating, he laid back down in
bed, expecting Seokjin to leave. Instead, the blond picked up Hoseok’s desk chair and sat it next
to Namjoon’s bed. He brushed Namjoon’s hair, wet from sweat, off of his forehead before
massaging his scalp. He relaxed under Seokjin’s touch, almost letting out a mewl. However, the
serene feeling was destroyed when he realized what he was thinking.
Namjoon felt fear rise in him again as guilt overtook him.
While Namjoon was panicking internally, Seokjin thought about what he saw between Namjoon
and Hyojin. Hyojin said that Namjoon talked about him a lot, but why would he if he was going
to fool around with her? Why would Namjoon toy around with him like this?
Seokjin was about to ask him about it, but Namjoon spoke first.
“Hyung… we shouldn’t hang out anymore.” He murmured painfully.
Seokjin froze, feeling his whole world fall apart. “H-Huh…?”
“Let’s stop this. Whatever this is. It has gotten out of control. I can’t do it anymore.” Namjoon
whispered, gaze fixed on his bedsheets.
“Because I’m not a girl.” Seokjin spat bitterly. “Right?”
Namjoon’s head shot up, eyes widening. “What?”
“I saw you, Namjoon.” Seokjin removed his hand from Namjoon’s scalp and balled both hands
into fists. “I saw you with Hyojin the other night. She told me you two have been seeing each
other.”
Namjoon faltered. “Hyung-”
“Shut up.” Seokjin’s eyes bore holes into Namjoon. “Everything is starting to make sense. Why
after my birthday, you started avoiding me. Why Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung have been
treating me like fragile glass, unwilling to talk to me about you. Because they knew. They knew
you were screwing around.”
Namjoon’s gaze hardened, upset with Seokjin’s tone. “You sound jealous, hyung.”
“Maybe because I am!” Seokjin shouted.
Namjoon flinched. “I don’t know why you’re jealous. We were never together.”
The truth hurt. It smashed Seokjin's heart like a sledgehammer.
“You’re right.” Seokjin trembled. “We were never really together. I knew that, yet my feelings
clouded my judgment. This was all just an experiment for you. One big game.”
“That’s not it. I never meant for this to happen. I’m sorry, hyung.” Namjoon said regretfully.
“No you’re not.” Seokjin barked. “If you really were sorry, you wouldn’t have strung me along.
And now you’re tapping out because you’re fucking weak.”
Namjoon sat up fully, enraged. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Seokjin glowered. “You’re wishy-washy, you know that? You tell me one day
that I mean a lot to you, and the next you treat me like shit. Why do that to someone, let alone
someone who cares about you?”
“I’m wishy-washy? Really?” Namjoon scowled. “At least I’m not walking around pretending to
be something I’m not.”
Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Namjoon’s mind screamed at him to shut up and apologize, but he didn’t listen. All he wanted to
do was push Seokjin away. To make Seokjin feel as broken on the inside as he was. “Why do you
wear women’s clothing? Is it for attention? Is it cuz you want people to think that you’re a girl? Or
is it so you can pretend to be a special little snowflake in a world that hates you?”
Smack!
Namjoon went reeling from the force of Seokjin’s slap across his face. The blond’s entire body
shook with rage.
“The only one who's pretending to be something else is you, Kim Namjoon!” Seokjin screamed.
“I’m perfectly happy with having a dick, thank you very much! I dress the way I do because it
makes me feel good. It’s not for anyone else’s approval. It’s for me. So how dare you try to
belittle me? You certainly weren’t complaining about my clothes when you had your dick shoved
up my ass!”
Namjoon rubbed his aching cheek, stunned into silence. He was unable to say anything back to
the furious man in front of him.
“You used me, Namjoon.” Seokjin stated, his voice shaky. “You used me to live out a gay
fantasy. You wanted to be with me without owning the title and consequences that came with it.
You baited me along, keeping me a dirty little secret while you dicked around with Hyojin so you
could convince yourself that you're straight. You are despicable. And I’m a fool. I shouldn’t have
agreed to this experiment, because I know what I want. You don’t.”
Namjoon felt his heart split in two when Seokjin stood up, gathering his empty dishes and shoving
them into his lunchbox. He wanted to grab the blond and hold him in his arms and kiss every
negative thought away. But he couldn’t. His body refused to move.
“I’m such an idiot for believing that you were different. You’re no different from my ex.” The
blond muttered. “Hell, you know what? I’ll be real with you. I’m in love with you, Kim Namjoon.
Isn’t that a hoot? And I honestly believed that you liked me as much as I liked you. But your
actions and words towards me say otherwise. You are so insecure about yourself. You don’t even
know who you are. But you thought that I was weak like you. Quite the contrary. I’m much
stronger than you.”
Seokjin headed towards the door, resting his hand on the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, he
turned around to face a silently crying Namjoon one last time.
“I haven’t been acting like myself lately. I’ve been drinking a lot more than usual. I’ve been
moody and angry, all because I fell for you. Well, that won’t happen anymore.” Seokjin told him
coldly. “I spent too many fucking years dealing with homophobes and trying to love myself for
who I am. I refuse to let you or anyone else rinse my hard work down the drain. I refuse to go
back to crying myself to sleep just because I caught feelings. I will not change who I am. I’m not
chopping my dick off, and I’m not going to dress differently. I am a proud gay man who deserves
the best this world has to offer. The Pink Princess is here to stay, and since you don’t like it, you
can fuck off.”
Before Namjoon could say or do anything else, Seokjin opened the door and ran out. The blond
didn’t stop until he reached the Grand Apartments. He bounded up the stairs and fumbled with his
keys. After unlocking the door, he hurried inside and slammed it shut, the force shaking the
apartment.
“Jin?” Yoongi opened his bedroom door, Hoseok and Taehyung poking their heads out from
behind him. “Hyung, what’s the matter?”
Seeing the raw worry in his friends’ eyes broke the dam. Seokjin sobbed as he slumped to the
ground. A piercing wail escaped his lips. His three friends rushed over to the fallen man, scared.
“Hyung...” Yoongi knelt in front of Seokjin and cupped his face. “What happened?”
“Namjoon… Namjoon...” The ravenette’s name tumbled from Seokjin’s lips like a mantra.
“Namjoon? What did he do?” Hoseok demanded.
Seokjin was crying too hard to form any intelligible words. Yoongi’s expression turned lethal. He
had a pretty good idea of what that idiot Namjoon did.
“C’mon, let’s get him to his room.” Taehyung said, hooking an arm under Seokjin’s armpit.
Taehyung and Yoongi gently lifted the weeping blond and led him to his room. Hoseok gritted his
teeth, vowing to make Namjoon pay for whatever he did to Seokjin.
Chapter End Notes

*slowly raises fists* Fite me. But do it in the comments, cuz I can't fight in real life.
Let's hope Namjoon is still alive when I update again on Sunday.

Chapter 13
Chapter Summary
Namjoon finally faces his inner demons.
Chapter Notes
Jesus. A lot of you guys beat the shit out of Namjoon in the comments last chapter.
XD it was amazing to see. Can Namjoon redeem himself? We’ll see.
This is honestly one of my favorite chapters. And this chapter is one giant feels trip,
so get ready!
~.~.~.~.~
Taehyung and Hoseok spent the night at Seokjin and Yoongi’s apartment, hoping to comfort the
blond and find out what Namjoon said to him. Seokjin rejected their consolation. However, he
told Taehyung, and Taehyung alone, what Namjoon did. Seokjin cried all night, leaving his three
friends dysphoric. The next day, Seokjin secluded himself in his room. He texted Baekhyun an
apology for not being able to show up to help present their final project, claiming he had food
poisoning. The type of illness the blond really had, however, came from the ravenette who
wouldn’t leave his mind. Seokjin curled in his blankets, sobbing softly.
Taehyung angrily tried to confront Namjoon when he returned to the dorms, but he refused to
come to the door and answer him. Taehyung was ready to pull his hair out. This was pure
insanity.
Hoseok had to take his last final, so he wasn’t able to take a crack at Namjoon until later in the
afternoon. Yoongi accompanied Hoseok to the dorms to mediate the intervention. During the
elevator ride up to the fourth floor, however, Hoseok felt his anger elevate dangerously. Seokjin
was miserable because of Namjoon. There was no way he was going to let him get away with
this. When the elevator doors opened, Hoseok stormed out and towards his room. Startled,
Yoongi ran after him, but Hoseok was quicker.
“You son of a bitch!” Hoseok shouted when he unlocked and slammed open the door to the
shared room. “What did you do to Jin?!”
Namjoon was sitting at his desk, waiting for his parents to come pick him up and take him home
for winter vacation. He looked up, his eyes dark and his face expressionless. Before Yoongi could
stop him, Hoseok pounced on Namjoon, taking the ravenette by surprise. Namjoon fell back in his
chair, pain shooting up his back. Hoseok gave Namjoon a right hook across the same cheek
Seokjin had slapped the other day.
“Get off!” Namjoon yelled, grabbing at Hoseok’s wrists.

Even though Namjoon was taller and bigger than Hoseok, he didn’t have the same muscle
strength. As a dancer, Hoseok was much stronger.
“Hoseok!” Yoongi shouted, clutching the brunette’s waist and trying to pull him off. “Stop it,
now!”
Hoseok managed to slug Namjoon once more before Yoongi used all of the power in his lithe
body to lift Hoseok and shove him backwards. The brunette landed on the floor, sitting up
wearily. Yoongi panted, glaring at Hoseok.
“Now that’s enough!” Yoongi shouted. “You need to control yourself, Hoseok! We came here to
talk to him, not beat him up!”
Hoseok bit his lip, feeling awful that he lost control that fast. Namjoon sat up, his bottom lip
bleeding. He wiped at his lip, giving Hoseok and Yoongi a deadly glower.
“Both of you get the fuck out.” He growled.
“I’m afraid we can’t do that.” Yoongi directed his toxic gaze towards Namjoon, sitting down in
Hoseok’s desk chair. “There’s no way in hell I’m going back to Daegu for vacation with all of this
shit in the air. So, you’re going to tell me what the hell has been happening with you and Jin, or
I’ll make you do it.”
Yoongi’s threat wasn’t an empty one, and Namjoon knew it. The ravenette shakily got up from
the floor and righted his desk chair. He sat back down, staring heatedly at the floor. He didn’t look
back up until he recounted everything from the night he had sex with Seokjin, his flings with
Hyojin, and the argument he and Seokjin had yesterday when the blond dropped by unexpectedly.
By the time Namjoon finished, Hoseok charged at him again with intent to kill. This time, Yoongi
was ready for him, and grabbed Hoseok’s arm.
“How could you?!” Hoseok shouted, tears forming in his eyes. “How could you be so heartless to
Jin? He’s been nothing but kind to you, and you betrayed him! You’re scum!”
“Hoseok! You will sit the fuck down and shut up or you will leave.” Yoongi gripped Hoseok
tight enough to leave bruises. “Sit down now.”
Hoseok, scared for his life, did as he was told, rubbing at the forming contusion on his bicep.
Namjoon slowly lifted his head, tears already falling down his face. He didn’t even bother to wipe
them away. They were cascading down his face at an alarming rate.
“You know...” Yoongi spoke again, his tone terse. “For someone so smart, you’re incredibly
stupid. Guess that 4.0 GPA you have didn’t do much for your dumb mouth.”
Namjoon tensed at the jab.
“You know what happened after you told Jin off?” Hoseok barked. “He came back to the
apartments crying. Jin never cries, you asshole.”
“He… cried?” Namjoon asked incredulously.
“Like a fucking baby. All night.” Hoseok snapped. “He cried over you. You broke his heart, you
giant piece of shit. And you did it on purpose. Now I want to know why.”
“This isn’t like you, Namjoon.” Yoongi added exasperatedly. “You’ve never been the type to hurt
someone. So why now? Why Jin of all people? You toyed with him.”
“N-No… I didn’t.” Namjoon denied weakly.
“Bullshit!” Hoseok slammed his hand down on his desk, causing Namjoon to wince. “You fucked
him and then left! You used him! He loves you, Namjoon! You think Jin kisses and sleeps with
just any guy he shows interest in? Why the hell do you think he needed to get drunk to find
someone to fuck on Halloween?”
Namjoon bunched the bottom of his shirt into his fists. “No, I didn’t use him. That’s not what I
wanted to do.”
“That’s certainly what it looks like.” Yoongi scowled. “Based on what you told Jin, you
suggested that you were ashamed of him. He probably thinks that you were fucking that girl
Hyojin because you wanted to forget that you fucked a dude.”
“I swear to god that’s not why I wanted to end things!” Namjoon cried, a sob escaping his throat.
“I wasn’t trying to use him! It’s not because I'm ashamed of him! And it’s not because I regret that
night we shared together!”
“If you don’t regret it, why did you run away?” Hoseok was close to crying now. “You knew
what you were doing! You knew this would hurt Jin!”
“I know that!” Namjoon retorted. “I did what I had to do!”
Yoongi leaned forward, knowing that they were close to pushing the truth out of Namjoon. “And
what was that?”
Namjoon quivered. “Being with someone like me is only going to make him miserable, because I
know how I am. I’m a mess. What I said to him yesterday… I didn’t mean any of it. I was angry
because he told me the truth about myself. I couldn’t take it. So I lashed out at him. He doesn’t
need someone like me in his life. Jin is so carefree and loving, and I’m pathetic and cynical. He
loves himself. I don’t love myself. Don't you see? We were never meant to be together. He
deserves someone who isn’t me. So, I pushed him away. He’s better off without me.”
Yoongi sat back in the chair, a sharp exhale leaving his body. “You’re in love with him.”
Namjoon froze, but didn’t deny the statement.
Rubbing his temples, Hoseok sat down on the lower bunk bed. “Jesus fucking Christ. Are you
fucking kidding me, Namjoon?”
Yoongi appraised the fidgety ravenette. “He’s in love with Jin, but he’s too scared to pursue it.”
Hoseok glared daggers at Namjoon. “Why is that, Namjoon?”
Namjoon suddenly went quiet. He trembled visibly. “I don’t wanna hurt Jin anymore than I have
already. I thought I was okay when I first started hanging out with Jin, but everything fell apart
when he showed up. I hate the person that I’ve become because of him.”
“Who?” Yoongi leaned in closer.
“Jackson.” Namjoon choked out, as if the name caused him physical pain.
“Huh?” Yoongi frowned, and Hoseok’s eyes widened in recognition.
“Wang Jackson. He is one of the many reasons why I’m too scared to love Kim Seokjin. So
please, leave me alone so I can have a few minutes of peace before I go home.”
Yoongi and Hoseok left Namjoon alone after that. The ravenette didn’t delve into why Jackson
had such an effect on him that he was willing to hurt Seokjin. Yoongi tried to share with Seokjin
what little information he got out of Namjoon, but he refused to hear it. Yoongi left an hour later
to go back home to Daegu with a heavy heart. Hoseok went back to Gwangju not too later after.
Seokjin left as well. He didn’t disclose where exactly he was going.
Taehyung was the only one in their circle of friends who didn’t leave Gidae University. He
requested to stay in the dorms over the holiday. To his surprise, his RA Do Kyungsoo stayed as
well. Jimin went back to Busan with his parents to visit extended family, and Jungkook stayed
home in Seoul. Even though Taehyung didn’t have family to surround himself in, he was far from
lonely. He had a plan up his sleeve. However, executing such a plan was risky. Anything could
go wrong. However, a Facebook message notification popping up on his phone made everything
go into motion. It was time to close the rift between Seokjin and Namjoon.
~.~.~.~.~.~
Ding dong.
Namjoon groaned at the sound of the doorbell. He hoped that he wouldn’t be bothered with
people after he returned to Ilsan. He hadn’t said a word to his parents on the ride home, and they
knew better than to question him at this point in time. It was four days into winter vacation, and
Namjoon wallowed in misery. Just the thought of Seokjin hating him made him want to bawl his
eyes out, but he knew that what he was doing was in Seokjin’s best interests. He had hurt him in a
way that was unforgivable. No one could tell him otherwise.
His plans to not have any social contact with people were ruined when the doorbell rang. He had
the whole house to himself for the day, his parents gone to a holiday function. Luck wasn’t on his
side at all this holiday season.
Namjoon pulled on a sweater and basketball shorts before scuffling to the front door, wanting to
get this over with. He looked through the peephole and gasped at who he saw staring back at him.
He quickly opened the door to see Taehyung bundled in a pink coat, cheeks pink from the cold.
He flashed the ravenette his boxy grin.
“Tae…?” Namjoon said in disbelief.
“Um, hey!” Taehyung lifted a hand in greeting. “What’s up?”
“Wait, what the hell is going on? How do know where I live?” Namjoon rubbed his eyes.
“I sort of went on Facebook and asked one of your friends what your address was.” Taehyung
twiddled his thumbs.
Namjoon cursed internally. What kind of lowlife friend would sell him out like this? He was lucky
that it was Taehyung seeking such private information. Namjoon eyed the black Mitsubishi parked
on the curb. The car was still running. The windows were tinted, and he couldn’t see inside.
“Did you drive here?” He inquired, frowning.
“Sort of. Uh, can I come inside? I wanna talk to you, and it’s kinda cold out here.” Taehyung
replied ambiguously, his teeth chattering.
Namjoon quickly stepped aside and let his lilac-haired friend in. Taehyung removed his gloves
and coat, giving the ravenette a relieved thank you.
“This is quite the surprise.” Namjoon appraised Taehyung suspiciously. “So what are you doing
here?”
“Let’s sit down first. Please?” Taehyung requested softly.
Namjoon led Taehyung to the living room and sat down on the couch. Taehyung took the
loveseat right across from him.
“I know you’ve been getting enough shit from Yoongi and Hoseok about Jin.” Taehyung began,
biting his lip. “I’m not here to rag on you. All I wanna do is help you figure out what’s going on
with you."
Namjoon screamed internally. He should have known Taehyung was here to discuss Seokjin.
Why couldn’t his so-called "friends" leave him alone? This was none of their business.
Taehyung tapped his index fingers together, studying Namjoon’s expression. “There’s also
someone here to see you, but we’ll save that for later. I just wanna know how you’re feeling,
Joonie. I overheard Hoseok and Yoongi confronting you a few days ago. The walls are thin, so I
heard everything. They were worried about Jin, and rightfully so. But no one has asked how you
were doing. It was wrong of us to be so one-sided. You’re very important to us too, you know.
We wanna know if you’re okay.”
Namjoon felt his defensive stance weaken. He was crestfallen, surprised at Taehyung’s
compassion. Out of everyone, Seokjin meant the most to Taehyung. They’d been online friends
for seven years for crying out loud. He figured Taehyung would hate him as much as Yoongi and
Hoseok did. But instead… he was here seeking concordance.
Namjoon wiped at his eyes. Taehyung waited patiently for Namjoon to collect himself.
“Honestly… I’m miserable.” Namjoon admitted. “I hate myself, Tae. I hate myself for hurting Jin.
I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared. I tried to discern how I felt about him, but I couldn’t do it.”
“Because of Jackson, right?”
Namjoon stiffened at the name.
“He hurt you, hyung.” Taehyung slowly stood up and walked over to Namjoon. He squatted next
to him. “He made you question yourself and your sexuality all this time, didn’t he?”
“Tae...” Namjoon snarled in warning. “What exactly do you know about him?”
Taehyung stood back up, a blank look on his face. Namjoon’s expression was frightening, but it
didn’t intimidate him. He was already prepared for possible backlash.
“Jackson’s here.” Taehyung told him. “He’s waiting outside and he wants to talk to you. I found
him on Facebook. He remembered where you lived, so he drove us here so you two could clear
the air.”
Namjoon recoiled, all the memories of Jackson flooding his mind.
“How could you?” Namjoon clenched his fists. “You’re an asshole!”
Taehyung remained unfazed. “I’m not doing this to hurt you. Jackson’s not here to hurt you either.
You’re the type of person who needs a push to do something that’s out of your comfort zone, or
else you won’t do it. Jackson is that push you need. He cried on the way over here, just so you
know. Cried. He feels so guilty for what he had done, and has felt horrible for the last two years.
Please give him a chance. You gotta let go of him, Namjoon. You’re giving him power over your
life, whether he wants it or not. The memory of him is getting in the way of your happiness. So
please just talk to him. You don’t have to forgive him right this second. But hear him out.”
Namjoon trembled violently at the idea of Jackson in his house. It made him want to curl into
himself and die. However, Taehyung’s calming presence soothed his anxiety and fear somewhat.
“...let him in.” Namjoon caved in hoarsely.
“Alright.” Taehyung headed for the front door. “I’ll be right outside the room if you need me. You
don’t have to do this alone. I’m here for you.”
Namjoon felt his heartbeat pound in his ears as Taehyung opened the door. It caused ringing in his
eardrums. Namjoon stared at his bare feet, trying to distinguish what was real and was not. In the
back of his mind, he hoped Taehyung was joking about Jackson waiting right outside his home.
On the other hand, he anticipated the first proper meeting with Jackson in two years.
“Namjoon?”
Namjoon shivered at the foreign yet very familiar voice. Jackson repeated his name, obviously in
distress. The ravenette refused to look up, wiping furiously at his face. The last person he wanted
to cry in front of was Jackson.
Namjoon felt the couch dip on his left side, a hand resting on his shoulder. He flinched at the
touch, barely holding back a hiccup.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” Jackson said, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I know nothing I say will ease
the pain I put you through. Nothing I say will change what happened two years ago. But, please,
please, look at me.” He begged.
“Do you remember everything that you did?” Namjoon said roughly, lifting his head.
Jackson faltered at Namjoon’s glare. “I do...” He answered softly.
“Say it.” Namjoon ordered venomously. “Everything you did, say it out loud. Lord knows I’ve
been replaying it in my head every night. Say it so the universe can hear it. That it really
happened.”
Jackson closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. “In high school, I knew you liked me. I was well
aware. In our senior year, we got drunk at my birthday party and had sex. I...I told you right after
that I loved you. Then, the next morning, I pretended nothing happened. I told you that I never
liked you, and called you a no-good fag. I ended our friendship.”
Namjoon’s expression was lethal. “Glad we’re on the same page.” He spat.
Tears silently rolled down Jackson’s face. He stared at Namjoon remorsefully.
“Do you have any idea how I felt after that day?” Namjoon snapped, releasing all of his anger. “I
convinced myself that I never really was in love with you. I thought I was just being bicurious. I
thought I was wrong and disgusting. I never planned on studying abroad in LA so soon, but after
that night, I accepted the offer to go right after high school. I needed to get out of the country and
away from you.”
“I’m sorry!” Jackson burst with emotion. “What I did was vile. I hated myself for it. At the end of
the school year, I wanted to apologize, but you disappeared off the face of the earth. You blocked
my number and on social media, so I couldn’t even contact you. I’ve been thinking about this
every day since then, Namjoon. I never forgave myself for hurting you. I’ve always thought about
you, wondering how you were doing.”
“I’m doing fan-fucking-tastic, if you couldn’t tell.” Namjoon retorted sarcastically. “You were my
best friend, Jackson. You were the only person to believe in my dreams of doing music. You were
the first person I ever had feelings for. Then, you used me. I spent so long persuading myself that
it was just a mistake. That I was one-hundred percent straight. I dated a few girls before I met you,
but I never fell in love with them. Instead, I ended up falling for you of all people. I dated several
girls while in LA. They were all pretty and very smart. However, the dating led to nothing. The
most it led to was sex, but that was fine at the time. I was almost okay with myself again. But then
you and Kim Seokjin came along and messed me up. I have no idea what I am anymore.”
Jackson sniffled. “It’s all my fault. I’m an asshole. I’m still an asshole. I tried to take Jin home on
Halloween for a meaningless fuck. That’s all I’ve restricted myself to now. In high school, I
wasn’t lying to you that day, Namjoon. I really did love you. But I let fear drive me away. I was
too afraid of my reputation and my friends and family if they ever found out. I didn’t bother
fighting for you. I couldn't accept that I was gay until I went to college, and I wish I figured it all
out sooner. Taehyung told me a lot about Jin, and he sounds like a wonderful guy. You’re in love
with him, aren’t you?”
“...yes.” Namjoon finally admitted out loud. “I am.”
“Don’t make the same mistake I made with you by hurting him and running away. You love him,
and it’s obvious that he loves you too. So go get him. Please, before it’s too late.” Jackson
pleaded.
Namjoon looked down, chewing his bottom lip. I treated Jin the same way Jackson treated me.
He realized.
“It’s already too late.” The ravenette said gravely. “My mind is too warped to love him the way he
deserves. I projected the memory of you onto him. Jin and I… had sex. And afterwords, he told
me he loved me, just like you did to me. All I could think about was what happened after you said
‘I love you.’ You left. I was so afraid, I went crazy. Because… I realized that I loved Jin too. I did
everything I could to convince myself that it wasn’t love. I assumed it was lust, so I slept with my
friend Hyojin to get it out of my system. But the entire time I was with her, all I could think about
was Jin. So I tried avoiding him, thinking that with some distance, these feelings would disappear.
But they didn’t. They only intensified. I let him go so he wouldn’t waste his love and affection on
me. Jin doesn’t deserve this, I-”
“Homoromantic bisexual.”
Jackson and Namjoon whipped their heads to the left to see Taehyung standing at the doorway,
leaning against the wall.
“What?” Namjoon peered at Taehyung warily.
“Our RA is a psychology major.” Taehyung explained. “He’s specializing in human sexuality. He

studied in the UK for a year, and that’s how he decided on that specialty. I talked to him after I
contacted Jackson. Kyungsoo-hyung gave me a crash course in romantic attraction and sexual
attraction. They’re two separate things, Namjoon. You keep trying to lump the two together,
which is why you’re so confused.”
Namjoon gaped. “So what are you trying to say?”
“You just said that Jackson was the first person you ever had romantic feelings for.” Taehyung
continued. “You dated girls before meeting Jackson, and you dated women in LA, but you never
fell in love with any of them. Jin-hyung is the second person you’ve fallen in love with. Hyojin is
a good friend of yours and not a stranger, and you didn’t fall in love with her. The most you did
was sleep with her. The two people you have fallen in love with so far are both men. Do you see
what I’m getting at?”
Namjoon felt everything he thought he knew about himself wash away. “A homoromantic
bisexual is… someone who is sexually attracted to men and women, but only romantically
attracted to men.” He whispered.
“Bingo. But that’s for you to decide if that fits you.” Taehyung replied. “Labels are only meant for
finding common ground. I’m just giving you another perspective to look at. You weren’t trying to
toy around with Jin. You just didn’t realize that you were physically attracted to men and women,
but only had an emotional affinity for men. The only other person you’d ever loved was Jackson.
That’s what’s been throwing you off for months now. You wondered why you were sexually
attracted to girls, but never fell in love with one.”
Namjoon remembered that after Seokjin gave him oral on Halloween, he asked himself why was
he feeling something for Seokjin while he was straight. Right before he asked Seokjin to try casual
dating to see where it goes. The feelings he had were sexual attraction and romantic attraction.
Suddenly, it all made sense.
The ravenette felt at peace. “Wow… so that’s it, huh?” He chuckled. “Homoromantic bisexual.
It’s so nice to put a name to this storm that’s been plaguing me for so long. Yeah… that’s exactly
what I am. I’ve never fallen in love with a girl, but I’m sexually attracted to them. With men…
I’ve fallen in love, and I’ve been sexually attracted to them as well.”
“Your sexuality doesn’t define you, Namjoon. It's just a part of your identity.” Jackson spoke
softly. “In high school, I thought it was everything, which is why I ran away from you. You’re so
much more. You’re an amazing person. I understand why you pushed Jin away. You were trying
to protect him from your confusion and fear. I wasn’t that selfless with you. I was just being a
coward. But Namjoon… you’ve always been a selfless person. I know you don’t believe this, but
you deserve love. You deserve Jin. So go get him back, please.”
Namjoon sobered. “I may have finally put a name to my confusion, but that doesn’t mean I
deserve him. I still hurt him. There’s no doubt in my mind that he will move on from me and find
someone who loves him better. There’s no way he still loves me. He’ll forget about me. I ruined
everything.”
Taehyung left the living room for a second and came back with his iPhone and earbuds that was
hidden in his pink coat pocket.
“Jackson, can you leave the room for a few minutes?” He asked. “I need to show Namjoon
something.”
“Alright.” Jackson agreed reluctantly.
The white-haired man rose from his seat and patted Namjoon’s back before walking into the foyer
to wait.
“What is it?” Namjoon questioned when Taehyung replaced Jackson’s seat on the couch.
“Jin-hyung runs an LGBTQ support blog called “Pretty in Pink.” Taehyung informed him. “He
goes by the name Pink Princess. He doesn’t tell many people about it, for obvious reasons. That’s
how I met him seven years ago. I was going through a horrible time, and he saved me. I owe him
everything. My confidence, my strength, he was the one who helped me learn. He has helped
thousands of people grow. And now… it’s time for you to grow too.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened when Taehyung pulled up the blog on his phone. He had no idea
Seokjin was a blogger. The fact that Seokjin was so caring and helped strangers with their own
problems made Namjoon melt. He felt the self-hatred consume him more. How could he have hurt
such a saint?
“Jin uploaded a video blog the other day.” Taehyung went on. “It’s the most bare and emotional
one he’s ever uploaded. No script. No direction. Just him pouring out his soul to us. To you,
Namjoon. It may look like he was just addressing his followers at first, but this was meant for you
more than anyone else.”
Namjoon gingerly took Taehyung’s phone, stuffing the earbuds in his ear. He nervously tapped
the play button on the video. He was met with a red faced Seokjin. His cheeks were stained with
tears, and his eyes were bloodshot. His hair was unkempt, and his lips were dry.
“Goddamn it...” Seokjin muttered, laying his head on his arm. “This is my tenth time trying to
record this shit. The other nine takes are unusable. I was crying too hard.”
Namjoon felt his heart sink, wanting to reach through the phone and touch Seokjin.
“Well, tenth time’s the charm, right?” Seokjin chuckled humorlessly. “Hello my lovely princes
and princesses. I’m sorry to be such a downer right at Christmastime, but this time, I need you
guys’ help and support. A lot has happened these past few months, and it all ended in a shit show.
A shit show I never thought I’d star in. I feel alone. I’m not myself. All because I fell in love.”
Seokjin sighed tiredly, holding back the tears as best as he could. “But before I get into all of that,
I wanna share with you some pieces of my past that I’ve never told anyone. Not even my friends
in the outside world. Maybe then… he’ll understand why I reacted the way I did.”
Namjoon didn’t miss the gender-specific pronoun Seokjin used. It made his heartbeat speed up.
“One of the issues you guys constantly ask me about is how to deal with your parents who
disagree with your sexuality, something you have no control over. I realized that I never talk
about my parents. Ever. Well, there’s a reason for that. In my parents’ eyes, I was a mistake. I
was never supposed to be born. They only wanted one child. A perfect son. My older brother is
that son. When I came along, they were more than unhappy. But they figured that one more
person to add to their law firm wouldn’t hurt.
“Unfortunately for them, I turned out the exact opposite of what they wanted. Their disdain for my
existence returned tenfold. Growing up, my parents and I argued over what I liked and what I
wanted to wear. I didn’t like wearing shirts with cars on them. I didn’t like playing with Legos. I
liked pink. I liked princesses. My grandmother was the only person in my family who allowed me
to be myself. When I visited her as a kid, she always let me play dress up with her. She bought me
Barbie dolls to play with. Hell, she even came up with the nickname Pink Princess.”
Namjoon remembered Seokjin talking about his grandmother back in November. He spoke fondly
of her. He wondered where his grandmother was now.
“When I was eleven, my parents sent me away to live with her.” Seokjin continued. “They
couldn’t take my presence anymore. And damn, it felt like I was on vacation.” He laughed softly.
“She bought me new clothes in the bright colors and styles I wanted. I never wore the clothes my
parents bought while I was with her. She taught me how to do makeup, and she walked with me
proudly whenever we went out. People stared, judging us. A few even approached her,
demanding to know why she allowed me to dress like a girl. Most of the time she ignored them.
But sometimes, she would humor them with a response, like “fuck off.” I never heard my
grandmother swear before, and it blew my mind at the time.”
Seokjin trailed off, his bottom lip quivering.
“Shit, this is the part that made my previous takes useless. I start blubbering like a fucking baby.”
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “My grandmother died three years later. I was only
fourteen, and I was devastated.”
The ravenette gasped, feeling more tears threaten to leave his eyes.
Seokjin sniffled. “She was the only light I had in my life. The only person I was able to confide in
that I was gay. The only person who told me it was okay to be myself. That I wasn’t weird or
disgusting. Whenever I came home from school with bruises, she would tell me that I wasn’t
wrong. That the bullies were the ones who were wrong. She was the only one who went to my
school to fight for me. Not even my own brother stood up for me. Even though the school board
did nothing about the bullying, she never gave up. I eventually learned how to defend myself, but I
loved her so much for caring about me.
“After she died, I had no choice but to move back in with my parents. My brother snubbed me, not
wanting people at school to associate him with me. My parents wanted nothing to do with me. As
I continued to grow up and enter high school, the fights escalated. It had gotten to the point of
violence with my father. I was all alone again, with no one to lean on or talk to. I created this blog
while I was a freshman, as my early followers know. You guys were a beacon, and I appreciate
every last one of you. But… sometimes we need someone to physically talk to, you know? The
virtual world can only do so much.”
Seokjin wiped his tears away.
“After I graduated from high school, I was at a low point in my life. My parents didn’t want to
associate with me anymore, so they bribed me with money so I would fuck off for good. I accepted
their offer. With their money, I bought myself a car. I dyed my hair different colors. I bought all
the clothes I wanted. You’re all probably thinking, “oh boo-hoo, the rich kid is getting free
money.” But after my freshman year of college, I realized that I was miserable. Money didn’t buy
me happiness like I thought it would. So I’m saving up the money I’m getting from my parents to
pay my student loans and buy a place to live. Cuz as soon as I graduate, I’m cutting myself off
from them. I have a job right now working as a TA, and it feels so good to be doing things on my
own. I don’t want to rely financially on those who despise me and never wanted me to exist in the
first place. I will not be their dirty secret. I will be my own person without any limitations. Fuck
their money! Fuck it! I love myself too much to allow myself to be subjected to their ignorance!”
Seokjin took a few seconds to calm himself so he could think clearly.
“So, what does all of that have to do with the shit show I’m in? Well, I fell in love with someone.
And… it turned out that he was just using me. Ashamed of me. If by any chance he’s watching
this, which I highly doubt it, I want to tell him this: Even after the horrible things you’ve said, I
still have feelings for you. You’re awful, you know that? It’s like you put a spell on me, and I keep
hoping that you’ll love me for who I am on the inside and not focus so much on the outside."
Seokjin glared into the camera.

"I hate you. I hate you so much, I could just strangle you. You transformed me into a completely
different person. I look at myself in the mirror and hate who I see. At the same time, I love you. I
just wanna hold you and kiss you until whatever bullshit is going on in your mind gets resolved.
You also changed me for the better. I'm much more sensitive and sympathetic. I also really like
rap now. I hate myself for loving you. You’re absolutely toxic. Like… that Britney Spears song.
‘I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?’ Damn it, why do I talk to you about
Britney’s songs so damn much?”
Namjoon covered his mouth with his free hand to stifle a sob. Seokjin was perfect. Absolutely
perfect. And he managed to fuck it all up.
“You aren’t ignorant and cruel like my parents. I know you aren’t. There’s this unique spark
inside of you that has drawn me in. You’re special. You’re special to me. I’ve tried to convey that
to you, but for some reason, you refuse to see it. You hurt me instead. Why?” Seokjin was full-
blown crying. “We had something amazing. I could feel it. Couldn’t you?”
“Yes, I could.” Namjoon whispered, even though he knew Seokjin couldn’t hear him. “I felt it
ever since you comforted me on Chuseok.”
“Despite getting my heart broken in the end, I don’t regret falling in love with you. I don’t regret
the bond that we shared. In fact, out of everyone I’d been in a relationship with, you’re the one
who made me feel the most loved. You made me feel beautiful. You showed me compassion when
I fucked up, and you showed me that you cared about me. You gave me a chance. Even if it was
all just an act, and even if you never really had feelings for me… thank you.”
Seokjin grabbed a tissue and wiped his nose.
“Ugh, I’m so unattractive right now. I hope this is a side to me you’ll never ever have to see
again, my princes and princesses. I just needed to vent and get all of this emotional baggage off
my chest. Actually, I feel a lot better now. For those who made it this far into this shitty video,
thank you so much. I love all of you. I promise next time I’ll address issues that you guys have
brought up with me.
“Before I end this, I have a little idea that I’ve just now decided that I wanna do. I don’t want this
support blog to just be a virtual thing. I wanna meet as many of you guys as I can. So, I wanna do
a meet-up in Seoul. If you’re interested in more details, let me know in the comments and I’ll send
you a private message. I don’t want random homophobes to catch wind of this and crash the
party. It’ll be a casual thing. Maybe we can all get something to eat while we’re out, too. Many of
you have expressed interest in meeting me, and I have the courage now to do it. See you all
soon.”
Seokjin reached forward with a bitter smile and turned the camera off, ending the video log.
Namjoon slowly removed the earbuds, his own tears staining his cheeks.
Taehyung looked at the ravenette expectantly. “Still think he wants to forget about you?” He
asked rhetorically.
Jackson stuck his head back through the doorway. When Taehyung gave him permission to come
back in, he knelt in front of Namjoon, cupping his face.
“He needs you to be by his side right now.” He told Namjoon firmly. “So what are you waiting
for?”
Namjoon leaned forward and grasped Jackson in a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming here.” He mumbled. “I don’t know where we stand as of now, but we can
figure that out later. I’m sorry it took so long for me to talk to you. And please give yourself a
chance from now on. You deserve love, too.”
Jackson closed his eyes, reveling in Namjoon’s warm embrace. “I’m sorry for being a coward.
I’ve never met anyone as extraordinary as you, Namjoon. Please don’t change, alright?”
“I promise.” Namjoon pulled away from Jackson and directed his attention to Taehyung. “Do you
have the details of this meet-up?”
Taehyung slowly grinned. “Of course I do. I’m always the first person to comment on the Pink
Princess’s posts. He already messaged me. Why? What are you planning on doing?”
“I’m going to see him.” Namjoon vowed. “And I’m going to tell him how I really feel. No more
running away. No more getting scared. I’m ready. Tae, there’s something I wanna do, and I need
your help.”
Taehyung nodded. “Of course. Anything you need.”
Namjoon pulled out his own phone and went on Seokjin’s website.
“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked, peering over Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Telling Jin not to lose hope in me.”
~.~.~.~.~.~
Seokjin shuffled into the moderate sized suite after taking a long shower. The hotel room he
currently occupied was even lonelier than the dorm. His parents paid for the room every winter
break so Seokjin wouldn’t have an excuse to come see his immediate and extended family for the
holidays. Joke’s on them: he didn’t want to see them anyway.
The blond sat down at his computer, drying his hair with a towel. His inbox was filled with
encouraging messages from his followers. A lot of them were plotting ways to murder the guy
who hurt him. Seokjin chuckled lightly as he responded to more comments and sent out details for
the meet-up. This would be good for him. He couldn’t stay holed up in the hotel for two weeks
feeling sorry for himself. This would be a fresh start.
Seokjin stopped at a particular comment, puzzled.
runch_randa wrote:
Don’t end the chapter to your story just yet. After all, don’t fairytales with strong and beautiful
princesses like you have a happy ending?
Seokjin sat in silence, rereading the message over several times. He’d never seen a runch_randa
before. Sure, he couldn’t possibly know and memorize the usernames of all 9,000 of his followers,
but something about this commenter seemed… different. Like an omniscient force. As if this
person knew something he didn’t.
Shaking his head, Seokjin typed back a quick reply.
To: runch_randa
I certainly hope so.
Chapter End Notes
Last chapter will be out Wednesday! The big finale!

Chapter 14
Chapter Summary
Namjoon and Seokjin start the New Year right by starting over.
Chapter Notes
Well, this is it! Everything has led to this point! Wow, what a ride this story has been.
Thank you all so much for the awesome comments, fan art, kudos, and bookmarks!
Like I’ve mentioned before, this is a series, so we won’t be saying goodbye to
everyone just yet!
Enjoy the finale, and I’ll see you at the bottom!
~.~.~.~.~.~
Seokjin tapped his foot anxiously by the huge sign outside Seoul Forest, an ecological park that
was the designated location for his meet-up. It was New Year’s Eve, and the park wasn’t crowded
like it usually was. A few police officers patrolled area since the park is open 24/7. Admission was
free as well. It was the perfect place and scenario for an LGBTQ meet-up.
When he sent out details to his followers last week, he told them to meet him at the park at 9pm so
they would have plenty of time to talk with each other and celebrate the New Year together. Even
though Seokjin took as many precautions as he could, he was still slightly afraid that homophobes
would come just to ruin the gathering. He hoped that his fears turned out to be wrong.
Seokjin checked his watch. 8:45pm. Most people would have to take the train to get to the park,
which would arrive at the station any second now. His phone buzzed, forcing him out of his
slightly panicked state. Seokjin saw that it was a text from Taehyung.
Hyung! I’ll be a few minutes late! Due to unforeseen circumstances, I missed the train! I’ll get on
the next one, I promise!
The blond sighed as he replied with an ‘ok.’
“Excuse me… are you the Pink Princess?”
Seokjin jolted at the small voice. He looked up to see a short girl with black hair who looked like a
high school student. She stared at him nervously, biting her lip.
“Yes, I am.” Seokjin replied, giving her a dazzling smile.
The girl grinned back, her smile reminding Seokjin of a cute bunny. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe
I’m finally meeting you! I started following you last year after my girlfriend introduced me to your
blog! I’m Im Nayeon!” She bowed to him.
“Nice to meet you, Nayeon!”
Suddenly, a small group of three approached them: two guys and one girl. They all looked like
high school students as well. The girl had short brown hair, and looked awfully familiar. One boy
had long sandy hair. He seemed to be teasing the other young man. Nayeon turned around and
waved at them. The girl ran over to them, sliding her arm around Nayeon’s waist. Seokjin’s eyes
widened, remembering where he had seen her before. The brunette was the same girl Taehyung
defended at the skate park a few months ago.
“Jungyeon, look! He’s really real!” Nayeon squealed happily.
Jungyeon bowed to Seokjin. “Thank you for arranging this, Pink Princess-ssi!”
“Wow, he’s even cuter in real life!” The young man with long hair gushed.
Jungyeon slapped his shoulder. “Jeonghan, control yourself!” She laughed. “Seungcheol’s gonna
get mad at you!”
Sure enough, the black-haired guy standing next to Jeonghan pouted. Giggling, Jeonghan pinched
Seungcheol’s cheek.
“Yah, cut it out.” Seungcheol grumbled with no real bite in his tone.
“I’ve always wanted to say thank you in person. Your blog has really helped us.” Jeonghan
revealed to Seokjin, resting an arm on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Our friend Jungkook showed us
your blog about a couple of months ago. I wish he could’ve came here with us. There’s this
adorable guy named Kim Taehyung that he’s been talking about nonstop. You would love him.
He’s quite an inspiration. He saved Jungyeon once, too!”
Seokjin giggled at the coincidence. “I already know who you’re talking about.”
“I just wanna say that I’m sorry about the asshat that hurt you.” Jungyeon said solemnly. “You
were in a great deal of pain in your video log. I could feel it through my screen.”
“Yeah, fuck that guy!” Jeonghan scowled. “If he doesn’t see how amazing and sweet you are, he
doesn’t deserve you! I mean, we could all see how awesome you are through computer screens.
He had the privilege of getting to know you in real life.”
“I’ve already thought of how to murder him!” Nayeon announced proudly.
“Oh, do tell!” Seungcheol requested.
Seokjin sighed as the four friends started scheming about Namjoon’s murder. The blond tried not
to think about Namjoon during his vacation, but it was hard not to. Jungkook’s friends were right:
if Namjoon wasn’t smart enough to see what he had in front of him, then he didn’t deserve him.
However, the comment from that runch_randa kept him rooted in his feelings.
Don’t end the chapter to your story just yet . After all, don’t fairytales with strong and beautiful
princesses like you have a happy ending?
Despite logic telling him that it was hopeless, he held a bit of hope that the commenter was right.
More people started to arrive at Seoul Forest. Many were high school students, a few were
younger, probably middle schoolers, and a fair amount were college students and adults. Most
were Koreans, and some were foreigners. There were some Westerners in the growing crowd,
too. It took everything in him not to cry at the sight. So many people came out into the bitter
winter cold to just to meet him. It was unreal.
Everyone was talking excitedly, many rushing over to the blond to squeeze him in a bear hug.
When 9:00 came to pass, about a hundred people had shown up. Seokjin had to shout over the
hubbub to get everyone’s attention.
“Hey! Thank you all so much for coming!” He cried.
A loud cheer erupted through the gathering along with several ‘I love yous.’
“Let’s head inside the park now. We can go to the waterside lounge and hang out. There’s a
restaurant inside. I know it’s freezing out here, so let’s go!”
Everyone huddled together as they walked inside the park, the streetlamps lighting their way
inside. Seokjin talked animatedly to as many of his followers as he could as they made their trek to
the restaurant. He could feel the clouds than hung over him lift as people shared stories of how his
blog helped them come out, cope, and learn to love life again. Seokjin’s tears spilled over at that
point.
The lounge was completely empty when the group rushed inside to escape the cold. The
employees that were still there were shocked and a little irritated at the sudden surge of business.
The televisions were all set on news stations focusing on festivities welcoming in the New Year.
Seokjin’s phone started to ring. It was Taehyung.
“Hey, Tae!” He answered loudly, the noise in the lounge overpowering his voice.
“Hyung, where are you?” Taehyung sounded out of breath. “You’re not at the entrance.”
“We all moved the waterside lounge. A bunch of people came, it’s amazing.” The blond gushed.
“Hurry up so you can see! Some of Jungkook’s friends are here, too. I’m sure they’ll be happy to
see you.”
“Okay, yeah, we’re almost there- I mean me! I’m almost there!” Taehyung shouted.
Seokjin didn’t notice the slip up. “See you soon!”
Seokjin hung up, feeling warm inside. This was exactly what he needed. To be surrounded by
people who cared. He ecitedly awaited Taehyung’s arrival. However, the person he saw heading
towards ten minutes later him was Hoseok. He was followed behind closely by Yoongi.
“Oh my god...” Seokjin covered his mouth with his hands. “What the hell are you guys doing
here?! You guys went home! What are you doing back in Seoul?"
Yoongi and Hoseok wrapped their arms around Seokjin, encasing him in a tender embrace.
“We were worried about you.” Hoseok murmured. “Tae told us about this meet-up, so we came
back to support you. This is huge, and we wanted to be a part of it.”
“You have a few more supporters here for you.” Yoongi cocked his head to the side.
Jungkook and Jimin came into Seokjin’s line of sight at that moment, smiling big smiles. Seokjin
couldn’t believe that this was happening. The blond let out an accidental hiccup, trying to hold
back tears of joy. Jimin waved at Seokjin as he and Jungkook made their way over to him.
“Hey, Jungkook!” Jungyeon shouted when he spotted the boy. “Look guys, Jimin-oppa’s with
him!”
Jungyeon, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Nayeon rushed over to the two Busan natives.
“You jerk, you said you couldn’t make it!” Seungcheol snapped, punching Jungkook’s arm.
“I had to lie!” Jungkook protested. “This was all a surprise for Jin-hyung. It was set up by Tae.”
“Tae set this up? I knew he was acting kinda sneaky! Speaking of which, where is he?” Seokjin
sniffled, looking over Jungkook and Hoseok’s shoulders and out the window to see if he was
close.
Yoongi smirked. “He’s coming. There’s someone else who really wants to talk to you, but he’s
being shy. Tae is encouraging him to come on inside.”
“Aw...” Seokjin smiled softly. He must have a timid follower. “Well, when he comes in, I would
like to speak to him and tell him thanks for being so brave for coming here.”
Yoongi snorted. “Don’t thank that brat.”
About twenty people nearby recognized Yoongi’s voice, and swamped him with love.
“Oh my god, you’re Minnie!” A girl squealed.
“Dude, I use your yelling as my alarm.” A boy told him.
“Wow, you’re a lot smaller than I expected, but that makes it even better!”
Yoongi had no idea what to do with all of the attention. So he did what he does best: told them all
to fuck off. The harsh order didn’t perturb his fans, though. It only made them happy that he was
just as abrasive in real life as he was in Seokjin’s video log.
A few coos and playful whistles drew Seokjin’s attention away from Yoongi. He looked towards
the front of the lounge. He saw Taehyung making his way towards him. There was someone
walking behind him. His face was hidden behind Taehyung’s head, but Seokjin saw wisps of pink
hair.
Ah, this must be the person who was too shy. Seokjin thought. I like him already. His hair is dyed
pink.
“Jin-hyung!” Taehyung shouted, waving both arms in the air.
Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin stood by Seokjin’s side at that moment, knowing smiles on
their faces. Jungkook’s friends were slightly confused on what Taehyung was doing. They peered
over Jungkook and Jimin curiously.
When Taehyung was about five feet away from Seokjin, he stepped to the side, revealing the
young man who was trailing behind him. The blond felt all of the wind get knocked out of him at
the person standing in front of him.
Kim Namjoon. Kim Namjoon was here. With pink hair. Wearing a baby blue sweater with a rose
colored hummingbird in the middle. And a pink skirt with pink Converse high tops. His legs were
devoid of any hair, leaving smooth skin.
A myriad of emotions swept through Seokjin. Shock, anger, hurt, and… relief? A hush fell over
the lounge as Seokjin tried to mentally process what the hell was happening.
“N-Namjoon…?” Seokjin stammered, not believing his eyes.
Namjoon stepped closer with uncertainty. “Do you remember when we were at Times Square
Mall, you asked me to try on a skirt? I told you no, that I wouldn’t wear a skirt for anyone, not
even you. Well, that was a lie. I would wear a skirt for you. I’d do anything for you, my Pink
Princess.”
Seokjin’s breath got caught in his throat, and he started to tremble. Yoongi and Hoseok each held
on to one of Seokjin’s arms to keep him steady.
“I messed up. I messed up badly.” Namjoon continued, walking forward until he was directly in
front of his hyung. “I did something unforgivable. I hurt you. I hurt you because of my own
insecurities. I am so sorry, hyung. I’m sorry for doing that. Even after getting beat up by Hoseok,
lectured by Yoongi, and encouraged by Tae, I still don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.
But for you, I’ll try.”
“Namjoon… why?” Seokjin quivered. “Why are you doing this?”
“I wanna tell you how I really feel about you. And I wanna explain to you why I did what I did.”
Namjoon replied seriously. “That night when you yelled at me, most of the things you said about
me were absolutely correct. I was being weak. I was sleeping with someone else. It was wrong of
me, and I am so sorry. I am not, however, ashamed of you, hyung. I’ve never, ever, been ashamed
of you. Every time we hung out together, I was happy and proud that you were by my side. What
I said to you that night was me lashing out. I am sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed. I
never cared about what clothes you wore. I never cared that you were gay. I never cared that you
drove a pink car. I do care about you, though.”
Seokjin knew Namjoon was telling the truth. As he thought back, Namjoon had never once been
embarrassed being seen with him. Sure, he was timid with public displays of affection, but given
the fact that this was all new to him, it was completely normal. Namjoon, however, was never put
off by anything that the blond did. In fact, he embraced it.
Before Seokjin knew it, he was crying again.
“I was scared.” Namjoon admitted. “I was scared of getting close to you and falling in love
because I didn’t understand my own sexuality. Jackson was partly the cause for that. That’s no
excuse for hurting you, but that was where my mind was at the time. I thought that if I slept with a
girl, I could return back to what I believed was normal, and you wouldn’t have to waste your time
with someone awful like me. I felt like you were better off without me. I was too confused to give
you the love you deserved. But in the end, I only fell harder for you. It was horrible of me to treat
you the way I did. But please believe me when I tell you that I have never felt anything but
passion for you. And I’m so sorry that I’m a fucking idiot for taking so long to accept that.”
Namjoon reached forward to brush the blond’s tears away, like he did months ago after their first
argument. Seokjin closed his eyes, leaning into Namjoon’s touch.
“You are an idiot.” He agreed bitterly. “The biggest idiot I’ve ever met. You didn’t think about
how I would feel about all of this. I wish you would’ve told me about how you were feeling. I
wished you trusted me more.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Namjoon whispered.
“You can’t make rash decisions like that on your own, Namjoon. It’s not entirely up to you
whether you think you deserve me or not. I have a say in that too.” Seokjin scolded.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated, wrapping his arms around Seokjin’s waist. “I've realized that now. But
hyung… there’s something else I wanna tell you. And I want the whole world to hear it. Is it…
okay if I say your real name?”
Seokjin looked around into the loving eyes of his friends and the curious and expectant
expressions of his followers.
“...yeah.” Seokjin answered.
Namjoon stood up straight. Taehyung held his breath. This was the moment that decided
everything.
“My name is Kim Namjoon, and I am a homoromantic bisexual." Namjoon stated with
conviction. "And I am hopelessly in love with Kim Seokjin.”
The lounge erupted into cheers and shouts at the confession. Seokjin hid his face in Namjoon’s
chest. He had dreamed about Namjoon one day confessing to him. But the real thing was so much
better than anything his he had ever fantasized.
~.~.~.~.~.~
“My legs are gonna turn into two human flavored popsicles if we don’t hurry up!” Namjoon
seethed.
“Okay, Joonie. Gross.” Hoseok gagged.
It was one o’clock in the morning, now New Year’s Day. After Namjoon’s dramatic (according to
Yoongi) confession, Namjoon was embraced by Seokjin’s followers. Jeonghan and Seungcheol
both pinched him hard just out of spite, but they eventually forgave him too for fucking up. After
doing the countdown to the New Year, the large group of LGBTQ kids dispersed and went their
separate ways with Seokjin promising to do something like this again in the future.
That left Seokjin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin walking back
together. The temperature was almost below freezing. Since Namjoon didn’t have the foresight to
bring a pair of warm pants to change into, he was forced to walk bare-legged.
“Hyung, this is just karma getting you back for the all the times you’ve fucked up this past year.”
Jimin quipped.
“Oh, is that so?” Namjoon spat scornfully. “Why don’t you come over here and see what karma
has waiting for you, brat.”
Seokjin whacked the back of Namjoon’s head, causing him to whine. “Be nice, Namjoon! You’re
still not out of the doghouse yet with me.”
“I know that.” Namjoon rubbed the back of his head, pouting slightly.
“You really should wear more skirts often.” Jungkook smirked, jumping at the chance to rile
Namjoon up. “You look cute in them.”
“Oh god, no.” Yoongi deadpanned. “He definitely shouldn’t. You all should’ve seen the
monstrosities that were Namjoon’s legs earlier today. He had so much hair on them, like a patch of
fucking weeds. He cried like a baby when Taehyung waxed all the hair off. There’s no way in
hell I’m going through that every month when all the hair grows back.”
Seokjin giggled while Namjoon groaned. “What is this? ‘Kick Namjoon while he’s down’ day?
Some friends I have.” The pink-haired man sulked.
“This was Namjoon’s idea, y’know.” Taehyung said helpfully. “In fact, dyeing his hair pink and
wearing that skirt was all his idea. A pretty clever one if I do say so myself.”
Seokjin smiled fondly at Namjoon. “Yeah… it really tugged on my heartstrings. Namjoon, are
you really gonna be okay walking around with pink hair for months?”
Namjoon took Seokjin’s hand into his. “Of course I will. Pink is starting to grow on me now cuz
of you.”
Feeling his heart swoon, Seokjin curled their fingers together.
“That’s not the only thing of his that’s gonna grow tonight.” Hoseok muttered, grinning evilly.
“Oh my god, grow up, hyung!” Jimin pinched his nose bridge.
Yoongi snuck Hoseok an appreciative high-five.
~.~.~.~.~.~
Jimin, Yoongi, and Hoseok were set to return back to their respective hometowns the next day,
but needed a place to sleep for the night. Taehyung and Jimin spent the night at Jungkook’s house.
Yoongi and Hoseok crashed at his apartment, thanking their lucky stars that the campus
apartments didn’t have a sign in desk to check into.
Namjoon didn’t want to go back to Ilsan so soon, so Seokjin offered to have spend the night in his
hotel room. Of course, the proposition warranted perverted smirks from his friends, but the pair
took their teasing in stride. After everything that has happened, they could use some
lightheartedness.
The hotel staff stared at Namjoon in disgust as he and Seokjin headed towards the elevator. The
pinkette’s embarrassment finally surfaced as he tugged self-consciously at his skirt. The blond
simply pulled Namjoon closer to him, shielding him as he glared at the nosey staff. The employees
quickly got back to work.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe I managed to pull this all off. I feel like I’m about to throw up.”
Namjoon moaned when they got into the elevator, the stress and nerves finally getting to him. “I
was so nervous and frightened about how you would react to me showing up and what you would
say. I almost backed out, but Tae managed to convince me to see this through. And I’m so glad I
did. When I saw you in the lounge, I felt my fear evaporate. All I could think about was how I
wanted to make you smile again.”
“Namjoon...” The blond rested his head on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Thank you for this, really. What
you did today was insane. You apologized and confessed to me in front of so many witnesses. In
a skirt, no less. This was really brave of you, and you’ve shown me that you really do want to
work things out with me. I’m so proud of you.”
Namjoon nuzzled Seokjin’s hair with his nose as the elevator doors opened. The two stumbled to
Seokjin’s room, not wanting to pull away from each other. Seokjin removed his key card and
unlocked the room.
“Go take a hot shower. I don’t want you to get another cold.” Seokjin instructed, leading
Namjoon inside. “I have some warmer clothes that will fit you.”
“Thanks, hyung.” Namjoon hurried into the bathroom, eager to bring heat back to his frigid body.
Seokjin relaxed when he heard the shower run. This had been quite the day. The sudden flares in
his emotions left him high strung and jittery. But now that he was in a calmer setting, he allowed
himself to unwind. He still had unanswered questions, like what was Jackson’s part in all of this.
How did Namjoon come to terms with his sexuality? Seokjin sat in silence, replaying everything
that Namjoon had done over the last few months in his mind. He should have known. He should
have seen the signs that Namjoon was struggling with his sexual identity. It was obvious to him
now.
“Jin?”
Seokjin jumped out of his thoughts and looked up. Namjoon had emerged from the bathroom,
steam floating out behind him. He had a towel wrapped around his lower half, leaving his chest
bare. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. Seokjin’s face burned as he quickly dug into his
suitcase and tossed a white and lavender sweater, boxers, and his only pair of grey sweatpants at
Namjoon.
“I hope you don’t mind wearing pink boxers.” The blond mumbled, trying his hardest not to stare
at Namjoon.
Namjoon raised an eyebrow teasingly. “Jin, I just got done wearing a skirt. I think I can handle
pink boxers. Besides, I’d be honored to wear anything of yours.”
Seokjin flushed.“H-Hurry up and get changed so we can go to bed. I’m tired.” He tried to save
face, walking over to the single bed and laying down with a huff.
Chuckling, Namjoon went back into the bathroom to get dressed. When he came back, Namjoon
didn’t hesitate to crawl into bed and get under the covers. He laid his head in the crook of
Seokjin’s neck, sighing in content. Seokjin ran his fingers through Namjoon’s pink locks as they
cuddled. The queen sized bed barely had enough room for the two grown men, but the closeness
and warmth it warranted was a nice compromise.
“You were Runch Randa, weren’t you?” Seokjin suddenly blurted, remembering the weird
comment on his video log.
Namjoon nodded sheepishly. “Yeah. I watched your video, and I just wanted to tell you not to
lose hope in me. Runch Randa was the stage name I made up in middle school, but I changed it to
Rap Monster later. Tae wanted me to go with another username to use on your blog, like Joon the
Goon, but I shot down that idea.”
Seokjin laughed softly. “Now that I think about it, I should’ve known it was you all along. You
were talking about a princess like me deserving a happy ending. It was unbelievably cheesy,
something only you would be capable of saying.”
Namjoon snorted, snuggling closer to the blond. They both sat in silence for a few minutes before
Namjoon spoke up.
“It’s about time I told you about Jackson.” He murmured into Seokjin’s neck.
Seokjin shook his head. “You don’t have to right now if you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready.” Namjoon insisted. “He and I spoke, actually. Tae set it all up, and we talked it
through. I think he and I will be okay now. So it’s about time I told you what happened between
us.”
Seokjin listened intently as the pinkette explained his feelings for Jackson in high school and how
he ended up breaking his heart. How the event catapulted him into a sexuality crisis. When
Namjoon finished, Seokjin felt even guiltier for what he said to Namjoon in anger two weeks ago.
“On your birthday, after we had sex, you told me that you loved me.” Namjoon recalled. “That’s
what made the memory of Jackson resurface and made me freak out.”
Seokjin covered his mouth. "Oh my god…! I did say that, didn’t I? I’m so sorry! It was too soon
for me to tell you that. You felt pressured, didn’t you? I really messed up-”
Namjoon lifted a hand to silence him. “I’m glad you told me how you felt that night. If you hadn’t,
I would still be skirting around my feelings for you. I would still be too afraid to love you. So
thank you, Jin. Tae said something about me that was true; I need a push to do something that is
out of my comfort zone. He thought Jackson was that push. But in actuality, it was you.”
Seokjin’s heart fluttered, but the guilt kept him from giving into his giddiness. “I’m so sorry.” He
stared at his hands. “The night of your showcase, Jackson told me what he did to you, but I was
too drunk to care and listen. I was wallowing in my own pity. If I had paid attention, I would’ve
been more sensitive to your situation. We could’ve talked it out. Maybe we wouldn’t have fought
at all.”
“Don’t you dare blame yourself for my transgressions.” Namjoon said firmly. “I’m the one who
fucked up. I kept the memory of Jackson hidden within me. You had no clue, and I tried to keep it
that way. It’s my fault.”
Seokjin kissed Namjoon’s temple. “Yes, you fucked up the most, but you can’t convince me that I
wasn’t partly responsible for this. I went off the deep end with you, and I should’ve thought more
maturely. I’ve been comfortable with my own sexuality for years. I had my grandmother to help
me grow and learn to love myself for who I was. You didn’t have someone like that. You
probably thought Jackson was that person who would accept you, but he ended up breaking your
heart. Now I’m starting to understand you better.”
Namjoon threw an arm around Seokjin’s torso as he pressed his chest against the blond’s side.
“So, what are we now?” Namjoon whispered nervously. “Are we… together?”
Seokjin exhaled deeply. “No. Not yet, anyway. I’m still mad at you, and I’m not ready to fully
forgive you. We both need time to heal from this and start over. We need to start trusting each
other. This won’t be fixed overnight. But, if you’re serious about loving me, then we can do it.
Together.”
“Of course.” Namjoon replied immediately. “I’m serious about you, Jin. And… I’m so sorry I-”
Seokjin silenced Namjoon with a chaste kiss to his bottom lip. “Stop it. I know you’re sorry. And
I’m sorry for what I said about you being weak. You are so strong to come to me after all of this.”
“You had every right to call me weak.” Namjoon sat up slightly so his upper body was above
Seokjin’s. “I was wrong for hurting you. And I will spend every day making it up to you. I will
never be able to repay you for the kindness you’ve shown me, and I will never be good enough,
but I will try my hardest to go back to being the man you fell in love with.”
Seokjin pulled Namjoon down on top of him. “You are good enough, Joonie. You always have
been. Even now, you're still the person I fell in love with.” He whispered. “Why do you think I
never completely gave up on you?”
Namjoon felt his chest tingle. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips against Seokjin’s. He
had missed the feeling of the blond’s plump lips on his. It was a sensation he didn’t want to live
without. In fact, Namjoon dared to think that Seokjin’s love was something he never wanted to
live without ever again.
~.~.~.~.~
“I want to show you how much I trust you, hyung.”
Seokjin looked up from his suitcase. It was the night before Gidae University reconvened for the
second semester. Namjoon had stayed with Seokjin for the remainder of their vacation, telling his
parents that he was spending his time studying with a friend. His parents were upset that he wasn’t
going to come back home, but they were pleased with his answer nonetheless. Namjoon felt bad
about lying, but Seokjin assured him that his parents didn’t need to know about them right now,
especially if they were homophobic. He told the pinkette to take his time and come out to his
parents when he felt ready. Seokjin never officially came out to his parents. They figured it out for
themselves and disowned him promptly.
Now, Seokjin was packing his suitcase when Namjoon brought up his proposition.
“What?” Seokjin tilted his head as he stood up from the floor. “You don’t have to prove anything
to me, Joonie. You’re doing your best, and that’s all that matters. I couldn’t be happier.”
Namjoon shook his head. “No, that’s not it. I know things like that take time. But… on your
birthday, you gave yourself to me without any doubt. You trusted me to take care of you that
night. Your love for me was obvious, and I was too blind to notice how certain you were about
your feelings for me. Now, I wanna return the favor.”
Namjoon stepped over to the shorter man, dipping his head to press butterfly kisses against
Seokjin’s neck. The blond shivered, closing his eyes.
“I’ve missed you so much.” Namjoon continued, sucking gently. “You have no idea how much
I've wanted to touch you, wanted to feel your touch. You mean so much to me, Jin. I want you to
see just how much I need you. How your touch makes me weak. You are my princess, and I am
at your mercy.”
Seokjin bit his lip almost hard enough to draw blood. “I-I didn’t bring any condoms with me.” He
protested weakly.
“Even better.” Namjoon languidly licked the shell of Seokjin’s ear. “I want to feel you inside of
me.”
That was all Seokjin needed to hear as heat and desire pooled in his stomach. Seokjin pushed
Namjoon on the bed, pouncing on top of him. The elder connected their lips hungrily, licking into
his mouth. Namjoon welcomed the shiftin control, wrapping his legs around Seokjin’s waist.
Seokjin pulled away from Namjoon’s lush mouth to litter his neck with love bites, sucking hard so
the red marks would last for several days. Namjoon let out a husky groan, causing the blond to
smirk into his neck.
“I’m going to take care of you, Joonie.” Seokjin tugged Namjoon’s bottom lip into his mouth
mischievously, nibbling gently. “All night long.”
Seokjin yanked Namjoon’s sweater over his head before kissing him, tangling his fingers into
Namjoon’s pink hair. He tugged at his locks roughly, Namjoon whining lowly. Seokjin would
never admit this out loud, but Namjoon’s pink hair was doing unspeakable things to his lower
region.
Namjoon pulled at Seokjin’s shirt. Getting the hint, the blond rid himself of the offensive piece of
clothing and pressed their chests flush together. Seokjin kissed at Namjoon’s chest as he grinded
his hips down against Namjoon’s hardening erection.
“You’re already hard for me?” Seokjin purred. “Do I really have that strong of an affect on you?”
“If only you knew how much. It’d make you blush.” Namjoon replied cheekily, an enticing lilt to
his voice.
Growling, Seokjin removed Namjoon’s sweatpants and underwear in one swoop.
“Be careful what you say to me.” Seokjin warned. “If you keep saying things like that, I won’t be
able to hold myself back.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Namjoon disclosed. “You’ve been so patient with me all this
time, hyung. You’ve made happier than I could’ve ever imagined. But now it’s time for you to let
go and have your way with me.”
“That’s fine with me.” Seokjin said sweetly, pecking Namjoon’s cheek. “But don’t say I didn’t
warn you.”
Seokjin flipped Namjoon over onto his stomach, grabbing his hips to raise his ass in the air. When
Namjoon’s position was deemed satisfactory, Seokjin grabbed the bottle of Nivea that was sitting
on the nightstand next to them. The blond didn’t bring any lube, since he expected to be alone.
Lotion would have to do. Seokjin shoved his own pants and boxers off before spreading
Namjoon’s legs. Heat rushed to Namjoon’s face, a bit embarrassed about the position he was in.
He felt vulnerable and exposed. But this was Seokjin, so Namjoon took a deep breath to calm his
pounding heart.
“This is your first time bottoming, isn’t it?” Seokjin inquired, more of a statement than a question.
Namjoon nodded meekly. “Yeah. And there’s no one else I’d rather have my first time with than
you.”
Seokjin’s heart soared with adoration. “Alright. I’ll take care of you, so just relax.”
Despite telling Namjoon that he wouldn’t hold back, Seokjin wanted his dongsaeng’s first time to
be as comfortable and pain-free as possible. Seokjin squirted a good amount of lotion onto his
fingers, massaging it around to warm it up. He poked at Namjoon’s virgin hole with his index
finger, testing the waters. Namjoon clenched, but did his best to relax like Seokjin instructed.
Seokjin pushed in slowly, watching Namjoon’s body language carefully.
“Am I hurting you?” Seokjin asked worriedly.
“No.” Namjoon muttered. “I’m not in pain. It just feels weird.”
“It’ll get better soon, I promise.” Seokjin assured him as he pumped his finger in and out leisurely.
This was strange to Namjoon. When he had prepped Seokjin, and even Jackson that one time two
years ago, they both writhed in pleasure. Namjoon didn’t understand what was so special. It just
literally felt like a finger in his- holy fucking shit.
Seokjin’s finger pressed against a spongy bundle, catching Namjoon off guard. He let out an
unadulterated moan, clenching around Seokjin at the wonderful sensation.
“Oh my god...” Namjoon gasped.
Smiling smugly, Seokjin gently entered a second finger, massaging his insides tenderly. Namjoon
felt the sting a little more, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought it would be. The pinkette
showed visible signs of pain when a third finger was inserted.
“I’m sorry.” Seokjin whispered, kissing Namjoon’s spine.
Seokjin gently turned Namjoon back over. He leaned his head forward and kissed the tip of
Namjoon’s leaking dick, giving it kittenish licks. The stimulation distracted Namjoon from the
pain as he fisted Seokjin’s hair. Seokjin swiped his tongue once more across the tip, licking up his
precum before engulfing the entire head into his mouth. Namjoon was unable to hold back his
whines and moans as Seokjin sucked him in time with his fingers. The blond gradually pumped
his fingers faster after feeling Namjoon fully relax and loosen up.
“Hyung, I’m ready, so please.” Namjoon pleaded.
“Ready for what, Joonie?” Seokjin asked, deciding to have a little fun with his dongsaeng. He
continued to finger fuck him, making the pinkette whine in frustration. “Tell me what you want.”
“I, I want… ah shit, I want you to fuck me.” Namjoon moaned.
“How do you want me to fuck you, hm?” Seokjin licked his lips. “Want me to flip you back over
and fuck you into the sheets? Want me to lay on my back and let you ride me? Or perhaps you
want me to do what you did to me before: pin you to the bed and not let you move as I pound into
you.”
Namjoon groaned at the filthy words leaving Seokjin’s lips. “I wanna look at you, hyung. I wanna
see your pretty face as you fuck me.” He requested, his eyes lidded and lips parted.
Seokjin cursed softly, Namjoon looking absolutelyirresistible.He removed his fingers with an
obscene sounding squelch. After slicking up his own erection, Seokjin grasped Namjoon’s hips
and pushed the head inside him. Seokjin gauged Namjoon’s reaction.The pinkette squirmed at the
intrusion, but gave him a nod to continue. The blond sunk the rest of the way into his heat. To
Namjoon’s surprise and relief, it didn’t hurt much. There was a dull pain at getting stretched, but
nothing too bad.
“Joonie?” Seokjin peered at the younger in concern.
“Just give me a second.” Namjoon told him, squeezing his eyes shut.
Seokjin waited patiently while Namjoon adjusted to the foreign feeling of being filled. After a few
minutes, Namjoon clenched around Seokjin, causing the blond to gasp at the tightness.
“I’m ready.” Namjoon announced shyly.
Seokjin slowly pulled back out and back in shallowly, getting Namjoon used to the friction. The
pinkette got lost in another world. He felt like he could write lyrics about how good Seokjin was
making him feel. However, getting up in the middle of fucking to go find a notebook and write his
thoughts down would surely piss his hyung off, so he held off on that idea. He wanted more
inspiration, anyway. He wanted Seokjin to lose control.
“Come on, hyung.” Namjoon said tauntingly. “I thought you weren’t gonna hold back. Give it to
me.”
Seokjin smiled devilishly. “As you wish, Joonie.”
Seokjin’s hips snapped up abruptly, the force scooting Namjoon up on the bed a few inches. The
younger scrambled to find purchase, settling for gripping Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin
reveled in being inside Namjoon. His walls were swallowing him obscenely. Seokjin has had
several sexual partners in the past, but he can easily say that none of them had ever felt as good as
Namjoon.
Seokjin quickened his pace, making sure his head rubbed against Namjoon’s prostate each time it
entered him. Namjoon almost mewled, the uncharacterstic sound making Seokjin giggle.
“You’re so good, Joonie. You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well. You’re making
the sexiest sounds right now.” Seokjin praised.
Namjoon moaned, rubbing his legs together and clenching around Seokjin once more. Soekjin’s
expression darkened in lust at the action.
“Do you like that, Joonie? You like it when I talk about how good you are?”
Namjoon simply whimpered, unable to form a response.
“You said I affected you immensely, right? I wanna see just how much I do. I want you to come
untouched, okay?”
Namjoon nodded frantically, his hold on Seokjin tightening. “Hyung, I’m close.” He gasped.
Seokjin suddenly sat up, drawing Namjoon into his lap without having to pull out.. He fucked up
into him, never slowing his thrusts. Seokjin stared into Namjoon’s eyes, admiring his red cheeks,
slick lips, and half-lidded eyes. The blond leaned forward to bite his bottom lip. That did it for
Namjoon. He came with a low groan, his release landing on both his and Seokjin’s stomachs.
Seokjin spilled inside of Namjoon right after.The blond flopped on top of Namjoon, pulling out of
him.
“You’re heavy.” Namjoon wheezed, pushing at Seokjin’s chest.
Seokjin reluctantly rolled over. Namjoon did his best not to moan at the feeling of Seokjin’s cum
leaking out of his asshole. He didn’t want the cum to dry on him, so he tried to get up, but his legs
and hips wouldn’t allow him.
“Jesus.” Namjoon winced. “I can’t even get up because of you, let alone walk.”
Seokjin smiled sheepishly. “When I say I won’t hold back, I kinda mean it.”
Rolling his eyes, Namjoon kissed Seokjin’s forehead. Grinning like a love-struck puppy, Seokjin
got up and brought back a warm washcloth. After he cleaned both of them up, the blond turned
off the lights and snuggled back under the covers with Namjoon.
“I love you.” Namjoon murmured into the darkness.
It won’t matter how many times Namjoon will say those three words. From now until the end of
time, Seokjin’s heart will always flutter.
“I love you too, Joonie.”
~.~.~.~.~
Life is like a rollercoaster. There will be ups and downs, twists and turns, and occasional vomit
thrown your way. What happens to you isn’t what matters most: it’s how you deal with the
problems when they arise.
Seokjin and Namjoon will be okay. After all, time heals all wounds.
Chapter End Notes
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College AU. Pastel!Jin and Underground!Namjoon

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“Why the fuck is that dude driving a pink car?”

“Apartment Building C, Room 208.” Seokjin murmured to himself. “I wonder if my roomie is

“Wait, look at his fingernails! Are they pink?!”

“Is that eyeshadow on his face? Is that lip gloss?”

“What a fag.” A guy spat.

Seokjin smirked as he confidently strode to the dolly station.

Oh, yeah. The Pink Princess is back, bitches!

I wonder who’ll be my RA this year? Seokjin wondered to himself.

“Kim Seokjin.” Seokjin smiled sweetly.

“Thank you, noona.” Seokjin bowed slightly.

“Yeah, that’ll be fun.” Seokjin grinned widely.

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“Yeah, sure I’ll cook sometime.” He replied.

From: Hoseokie, 2:31pm

Hey, hyung! Have you arrived yet??

He chuckled to himself as he typed out his reply.

To: Hoseokie, 2:33pm

Yeah, I just started moving my stuff into the apartments.

From: Hoseokie, 2:34pm

Jinnie, don’t rub that in my face!

From: Hoseokie, 2:35 pm

He’s fluent in English, so he’s totally gonna help me with my homework.

You’ve been replaced, hyung :P

To: Hoseokie, 2:36pm

From: Hoseokie, 2:37pm

Haha, he sounds like an interesting guy. You’ll have to introduce me to him.

From: Hoseokie, 2:43pm

If I go, will you come see me?

To: Hoseokie, 2:45pm

I gotta go, it’s my turn to get into the elevator.

From: Hoseokie, 2:45pm

Yeah, see you later! Be sure to feed me today! <3

Oh my god, is my roommate actually a grandpa? Seokjin wondered, panicking slightly.

Seokjin laughed heartily. “Thanks, Yoongi-yah! So, which room is mine?”

Maybe this will be a good year after all.

“You got it!”

From: Hoseokie, 6:22pm

“Eh, I don’t care.” Yoongi shrugged before closing himself in.

“Nonsense!” Hoseok played along. “I love everything about you!”

“Hyung, this is Kim Namjoon!” Hoseok introduced his roommate.

“Hey.” Namjoon said in his deep voice, lifting a hand in greeting.

“You alright?” Namjoon asked softly.

“Y-Yeah…” Seokjin murmured.

Namjoon snorted, letting Seokjin go. “Wow, you really-”

Seokjin looked at Yoongi and Namjoon in confusion.

“Whoa, you two know each other?” Hoseok questioned. “How?”

Suddenly, an idea popped into Seokjin’s head.

“What? But we don’t have a karaoke machine.” Yoongi frowned.

“But Jin, you can sing!” Hoseok whined.

“Oh whooooa.” Yoongi sang into the microphone flatly.

“J-Horse?” Hoseok repeated in shock.

“Namjoon, wanna pick my song?” Seokjin offered.

I love you too! ^^