FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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⚠️physical assault|slut shaming|sexuality shaming(?)

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The beginning of March.

Such an odd time of year. The weather doesn't know what it wants to do yet. The season's fashion doesn't know what it wants to do. College students are cramming and lagging at the same time.

Everything is out of order. Out of order or completely up in the air.

But one thing is going to stay consistent every time.

That's Georgia Tech's consistent win for the dance team. Third consecutive win. Third consecutive takeover of the regional tour.

And to think people didn't even want so see them compete a couple years ago.

Now the dancers have brought their third trophy home with them.

An eventful day that was. Just two short days ago and it's gone by in a breeze.

Life really moves fast when everything feels like it's falling the fuck apart.

That's how Namjoon feels as he sleeps curled up with Tarrant in his bed with the heater on. He's sweating a bit but he doesn't care. He likes it like this.

That's how Janae feels as she stands outside of a building with her hands in her pockets, waiting.

It's freezing out and yet she can't be inside of the house. Well, she could be. But then Xavier would've gotten out of the shower and wouldn't have allowed to her leave again.

Not without following her or coming with her.

To ensure that he wouldn't even come looking for her, she took his car keys.

He doesn't need to be apart of this. That's the whole point of why she's even out here. Because she's sick of this back and forth game and wants it to be over with.

A whistle is heard as she looks up and down the sidewalk. She looks in the direction of it and is unsurprised to see a man walking toward her. One that she knows all too well.

She hates him.

She meets Marcus halfway but stops a couple feet away from him.

"Let's go somewhere more private to talk." He gestures with his head.

"No." Janae says firmly. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Just tell me what you want so we can be done with this."

"Xavier."

"What?" She twists her face up in confusion.

"Xavier." He repeats. "You're in love with him, and that's cool." He shrugs. "Whatever. But what makes you think he's in love with you if he likes men?"

"What are you talking about? Are you good?" She looks him up and down.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"He's bisexual. Who the fuck cares? He's no less of a man because of that. I'd argue he's more of a man than a lot of the men that I do know. You, included. Xavier didn't make that man use him. He didn't make him abuse his emotions and use him for sex." She raises her voice, already hot about the conversation. "He didn't make him cheat on his fiancée with him."

"Imagine being gay, on the DL and then wrecking a home of a perfectly happy family." Marcus says. "How you think that would fair out for parents? He does want to be a teacher, right? That's what he's going to school for?"

"You're sick in the head." Janae sneers. "His personal life has nothing to do with his profession. And even if it did, he's the victim. Xavier would've never engaged with that man if he knew he was engaged. He'd never do that to anybody. He doesn't use people and throw them away for his benefit. He isn't you."