"For the last time, Jimin, I'm not going to give you a blowjob so you can pay for my student loans."
You don't know how many times you've had this conversation with your roommate. Most of the time, it was convenient to have a roommate whose parents were loaded and sent him monthly installments that looked more like small loans than allowances. You knew he just wanted to help. Heck, he probably would be willing to pay them off for you without the promiscuous favor, but you had made it clear to Jimin that you wouldn't be riding off of his charity.
"Ugh, Y/N you're really no fun", he sighs, falling backwards onto your twin-sized bed and feigning devastation. You reward his melodrama with a giggle, ruffling your hands through his fried hair. Jimin had a knack for changing his hair color as quickly as his mood.
You look at the bill that's staring back at you from your computer screen, and it feels like it's just reached out and punched you in the face. "Hey do you think it's a common mistake for bank tellers to add a few too many zeroes?"
"Y/N."
"Yeah, you're right. I'm rationalizing as a self-defense mechanism." Sometimes it was annoying that your roommate had a degree in psychology. Then again, Jimin was making more money than you and your degree in English.
You sigh deeply and look up at the ceiling in attempts to quell your tears of frustration. And also because it is a plea to whoever is up there controlling your destiny: please I'm begging you. Melt my debt away.
You and Jimin sit in comfortable silence and he plays with the hem of your worn comforter while you scroll through the emails you have been ignoring in your inbox. You want to smash your head in at all the deadlines. Times like these, there is one thing that brings you comfort and always has since you turned 18.
The quaint little crescent moon that sits right atop your radius.
You had a habit of pressing your thumb against it and feeling your pulse against the mark, stupidly wondering if your soulmate's heartbeat has synched up with your own. If he was out there somewhere, touching his mark and wondering the same about you. He was taking his sweet time, that's for sure. Jimin sees your nervous tic and sighs again.
"You're so hopelessly romantic it makes me want to barf, Y/N." You scowl at his words and chuck a pillow at his unsuspecting face.
"I don't understand you, Jimin. Your soulmate is out there and you're not the slightest bit curious? You don't want to do anything extra to find them?" Jimin looks at you with a knowing smile.
"That's exactly it, though. I know they're my soulmate and I'll find them when the time is right. So why worry about it? It's better not to force anything." His statement is followed up with a grin and his fingers reach out to pinch your cheeks. This was the dynamic of your friendship. He is easy-going and flows like a careless river. You've read one too many books to not vie and daydream for the moment you lock eyes with your soulmate.
Your mom always said that you'll know just from a look. It's like getting hit over the head with a ray of sun, she said. Like suddenly their eyes are the only eyes you ever want to look into again. Since then, you've dreamt for the day you find someone with that same moon on their wrist. For now though, you had more immediate concerns more along the lines of crippling debt.
"What do I do, Jimin? Should I be a stripper?" He laughs and the thought makes you groan. You couldn't even walk in heels, much less try to dance or look like you didn't have two left feet. Stripper life just wasn't for you.
"Hm...I could call in a few favors for you at the office. Get you an internship or secretary position."
"Maybe. Too much nepotism. Your father owns the office you work at", you remind him, and his eyebrows crease further in thought. God, maybe you do have to be a stripper.
"Wait!" Jimin yelps so suddenly you almost fling the computer off your lap.
"I think I know someone. He's been looking for a model for his art portfolio or something, and he said he's willing to pay." Jimin reaches for his phone and his thumbs type up a storm while you watch from the sideline.
"I think he mentioned it's about a month-long project. You'd just have to be on call whenever a stroke of genius arrives."
"That sounds great! I'm an amazing model!" you crow, to which Jimin giggles again.
"The several candids I have in my camera roll tell a different story, Y/N." Naturally, he receives another pillow to the face. But you follow up with a cheery kiss to his cheek as you rejoice in the new opportunity for cash flow by a celebratory dance, which looks more like a wiggle when you remain seated on your bed.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!", you chirped, "I owe you one."
"Hey...I know how you can repay me."
When you look towards him, his eyebrows are raised inquisitively and there's a devilish smirk on his lips.
Jimin gets a third pillow to his face that day.
