The next night you were laying in bed listening to your roommate fight with her boyfriend through the thin walls. It didn't seem like you'd be sleeping any time soon, and you were getting a headache.
Your phone rang and you looked to see that it was Jungkook calling. You picked it up.
"Hey Kook what's up?"
"Hi noona! I just had a question about this homework-"
You answered his questions and he sighed gratefully once he understood the problem.
"Thanks for coming over yesterday noona, it was really helpful," he said.
"No problem bub, we should hang out more. I don't have any friends in this town," you said honestly.
You were starting to like Jungkook, and that house full of boys seemed like it could be fun.
"Oh - I'd like that! But...my roommates want to get to know you too," he said uneasily.
"I think that sounds fun."
"Okay! They were wanting to plan a party or something to invite you to, I'll let them know you're interested," he said happily.
"Sure, just let me know when it is and what you want me to bring."
"Just booze I'm sure," he chuckled.
The line fell quiet, but you found yourself not wanting to hang up yet, and it seemed that neither did he.
"What are you doing now?" You asked him.
"Hm...just laying in my bed," he replied, sounding like he was shifting his position.
"Probably go to sleep soon."
"Do you share a room?"
"Yeah, I share with Tae. He's in the other room at the moment though. I don't think you met him yet."
"Nope."
"He's pretty cool," he conceded.
"I can't wait to meet him then," you teased.
"Well...don't be too excited to meet him," he said, pouting slightly.
You laughed. "I can't help it, I'm excited to meet all your roommates. I bet Tae is handsome," you teased.
"I'm handsome!" He insisted.
"Yes yes, you're a handsome little boy."
"Thank you noona," he said, sounding pleased.
"So - what are you wearing, handsome?" You asked, your tone changing a little as you imagined him stretched out on top of his bed.
"Uh..." he seemed shy. You didn't press the silence, just waiting to see what he would say.
"Just...my sweatpants."
"Awe that sounds comfy," you replied, snuggling down in your bed as well.
"Just your sweatpants then? No shirt?"
"Y-yeah...no shirt," he murmured.
"Hmm. I'd like to see that," you replied lowly, imagining his tanned chest laid bare, corded muscle contracting with each breath he took, his bicep bulging just slightly as he held the phone to his ear, his other hand resting lightly on his stomach.
"Wh-what about you, what are you wearing, noona?" He asked shyly after a breath.
"Oh? I'm just wearing an old T-shirt and some panties," you replied, stretching your legs up in the air.
