VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

My Straight Roommate [M]

In a cramped, third-story Dormitory, Taehyung meticulously placed a single red rose in a clear vase, the petals unfurling like a silent declaration of love.

His slender fingers hovered over the vibrant color, a stark contrast to the monochrome palette of their shared living space. He took a step back, eyes scanning the room with a critical gaze.

The sun sliced through the blinds, painting stripes of light across the worn-out couch where Jungkook was sprawled out, eyes glued to a gaming console.

Jungkook barely acknowledged Taehyung's artful arrangement, his thumbs dancing over the controller with the finesse of a pianist.

The only sound in the room was the occasional grunt or triumphant shout as he played, the headset muffling the digital warfare that raged in his ears.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Jungkook's passion for gaming, but the constant noise was a thorn in his side, a disruption to the serene environment he craved. He cleared his throat, hoping for some kind of reaction. Nothing.

The tension between them was palpable, thick like the humidity on a midsummer's day. They had been paired together by fate, or rather, by their college housing office, and had yet to find common ground beyond their mutual disdain for the apartment's lack of Wi-Fi.

Taehyung was a neat freak, with a penchant for organizing their shared space with meticulous precision.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was a slob, leaving dirty dishes in the sink and laundry scattered across the floor like a minefield waiting to be navigated.

Taehyung decided to take a different approach. He picked up a pen and notebook from the clutter-free kitchen counter and approached Jungkook, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Hey, Kookie," he called out, using the nickname Jungkook despised, a tiny spark of mischief in his voice. Jungkook paused his game, looking up with a glare that could cut through steel.

"I noticed we haven't talked much about, well, anything." He paused, trying to gauge Jungkook's reaction before continuing. "I thought maybe we could set some boundaries, you know, so we can live here without killing each other."

Jungkook sighed heavily, removing his headset and tossing it onto the couch. He sat up, crossing his arms.

"What do you want, Tae?" His voice was gruff, a clear indication of his annoyance. Taehyung took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

"Look, I know we're not exactly besties, but we do need to get along. I was thinking we could maybe agree on some rules." Jungkook's expression softened slightly, his curiosity piqued despite his reluctance to admit it. "Rules?"

"Yeah," Taehyung said, flipping open the notebook to reveal a neatly organized list. "Like, no gaming after midnight, unless you use headphones. And maybe we can alternate who does the dishes and laundry?"

Jungkook scrunched up his face. "What's in it for me?" Taehyung smirked. "How about I don't report your gaming habits to the principle for breaking the lease?"

Jungkook's eyes widened. "You wouldn't." Taehyung shrugged. "It's just a thought. Unless, of course, you want to start cleaning up after yourself."

"How bout' you give me a little lap dance first?" Jungkook quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "You wish." He said, his cheeks flushing despite his sarcastic tone.

He knew Jungkook was straight, but the way he flirted was both infuriating and exhilarating. "Seriously though, we need to work something out. This place is a dump."