Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

Suga(Requested)

There were many things your older acquaintances had warned you about with university life; the crazy dorm-block parties, spiked drinks, lecturers that really don't care and the crazy preacher guy who would definitely harass you on the quad. Despite all these warnings, the one thing they failed to mention was the inevitable possibility of a 'monster' roommate.

You'd learn during your four years of dorm life just how vast the spectrum of bad roommates was. You heard your fair share stories from your friends about their experiences - from the Uptight Perfectionist, the Alien and even the Hoarder - but you being you had never taken them too seriously. After all, you had been lucky to have pretty decent roommates.

That was until your final year when you were assigned to dorm with Chae Hyemi.

When you look back on to the first few weeks, you realised how ideal the situation had been. You and Hyemi had hit it off nicely with each other, and you were content with the nice array of people who were dorming on your level. Your RA was friendly, much more relaxed than the others you had been assigned in the past.

Two months after you had all settled in, Hyemi introduced to you her boyfriend Sungjin who, like his girlfriend, had appeared to be pleasant in their short encounters. But pleasantries only lasted for so long, and you knew that. The niceties of their façade had been shattered no less than a few hours after you confirmed that it was perfectly okay for Sungjin to stay over for a night.

Unfortunately, you had misinterpreted the initial request. 'Stay over' meant 'let my boyfriend and I fuck in the next room' and 'a night' actually meant 'once a week. You could handle the first time however with each and every stay; the couple grew less and less tolerable. It reached the point where your entire floor disliked the couple - but no one would say anything to them. You had reached breaking point by the break and, to your dismay; Hyemi wasn't going home to Daegu for it.

It was a surprisingly cold evening as you walked back from the campus library, and all you wanted to do was collapse on to your bed and sleep for a couple of days to recuperate. The dorm block was practically dead, save for the Fine Art Major from Room 25C who had just left the communal shower and dashed past you to her room. You sent her a smile in her passing before continuing down the hall.

You rolled your shoulders and rummaged through your pockets for your room key, preparing to unlock the door and barrel towards your bed for a much needed nap when you froze. You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared at your room's door, listening to the unnecessary sounds escaping from the thin walls. "Oh come on..." You groan as you run a hand down angrily through your hair.

A part of you wanted to walk in there and disrupt their 'fun' but a much more rational part of you knew that would be a bad idea- the couple would've ignored you and you would have needed to bleach your eyes the following day.

In your defeat, you turned on your heel and made your way to the communal lounge. You drop your bag by the worn in couch before you collapse on to it with a huff, resting your head on the arm rest. You wrapped your arms around you and attempted to fall asleep.

Time passed slowly as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for your eyes to shut on their own accord. You had gotten used to this routine; coming back to the dorm block late only to be greeted by the ungodly moans and skin slapping from your dorm and thus having to crash on the communal lounge's uncomfortable couch.

Just as you felt yourself falling asleep, the sound of shuffling feet from the corridor woke you up, forcing you to sit somewhat upright in your place.

"Oh, my bad [Y/N]," a voice mumbled from the doorway, "didn't know you were crashing here again. Was I too loud?"

You squinted and, in the dim lighting of the room you recognised the person. Min Yoongi. "No, you're good... No one would be as loud as those two down the hall." You responded back sheepishly. Yoongi nodded sent her a sympathetic smile before making his way towards the kitchen connected to the lounge.

Min Yoongi was one of the few faces of the floor that you didn't see often; he was almost never around the campus, never showed up for the monthly floor movie night and disappeared whenever a party was raging on. You were surprised he even knew your name. He was quite enigmatic, and you knew very little about the mint haired male from what his roommate Namjoon had told people. They were both Music Composition Majors and were known around campus for their respective mixtapes which you had yet to find on the dorm block Facebook page. Besides that information, Yoongi remained to be a mysterious figure in the background.

"What's the counter at now?"

You snapped out from your train of thought and looked to the direction of the kitchen, calling out a "Pardon?"

"The whole, y'know, crashing out here while your roommate gets laid counter... What's the total at?" Yoongi asked again, appearing in your line of sight as he leant on the wall. The whir of the microwave sounded in the background.

"Truthfully..." You began. Yoongi cocked his head to the left as you continued, "I stopped counting when I hit double digits a few months ago." He chuckled softly, shaking his head at your comment. "I'm glad my misfortune entertains you." You said with a slight roll of your eyes.

"It doesn't entertain me, honestly. I just," Yoongi paused as he disappeared from your line of sight to retrieve whatever he was heating up, "I had the same issue last year; only my roommate enjoyed the idea of a one-night stand every night of the week."He exited the kitchen and loitered against the armchair in the lounge, a take-away container from a nearby Chinese place in his hands. "It's interesting to see how someone else deals with it."

"I see," you replied as you adjusted your seating position on the couch. "Since you don't look like the type who would resort to the communal lounge, enlighten me. How did you cope for an entire year?"

A smirk flashed across his face briefly as he reminisced. "I played obnoxiously loud songs to kill the mood."You laughed, brief scenes of an annoyed roommate storming into Yoongi's room as something like Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up' blared in the background.

"I might try that next time, don't be alarmed if you here 'Who's Your Mama' coming from my dorm at midnight." You grinned, earning another set of laughs from Yoongi.

It fell quiet between the two of you; you weren't sure what to say to the person whom you had almost never seen around the campus.

"Um," Yoongi began, looking up from the floor to meet your gaze, "Namjoon's crashing at his parent's place in Ilsan for the break... You could stay in our dorm for the night if you didn't want to stay out here." He said, scratching the back of his neck unsurely. "I mean, it's further away from the noise and you'd be sleeping on a decent bed.

You pondered for a moment, not before the sound of a simultaneous moan echoed from your dorm, ultimately proving Yoongi's point on the noise. "That'd be great, thank you."

He shook his head as if to say "Don't worry about it" and walked past the couch, grabbing you bag and swinging it over his shoulder. You shot up from the couch and followed after him, eager to get a much deserved good night's sleep.