A/N: I got Hindi written in this chapter and it's translated weirdly 😂 I'm too lazy to change it so I apologize in advance.
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"You have no idea how cringe worthy it was having to escape a famous-idol-group's house with no underwear."
Vinaye grinned, brow cocked as he opened at his locker. "I should try it some time," he teased, waiting for you to continue on with your ranting.
"It's not funny Vinaye," you scolded, still so angry when reevaluating everything that occurred, "I had to get Jin to drive me back and felt so naked and uncomfortable, dear god."
You shifted uncomfortable, whispering over at the man before you. His face was in a grin as he listened to you rant.
It was a new week, Jimin had tried to contact you and you grew tempted to mail his home your underwear from the night he took you back to his place, with a huge "fuck you" labelled out in black. Instead, you just wrote back bluntly and focused on helping him with work. He noticed you trying to distract the conversation from his apologizing all throughout the weekend, and you were incredibly relieved when he gave in to what you wanted.
Now, standing here, the start of the new week, you almost bit off the ears of Vinaye Khan as you went on and on about Jimin forgetting about you. The anger that still flew inside you was insane. It was like the anger you feel when some character stupidly dies in a horror movie by getting gutted by an axe murderer...
"I swear," you snapped, practically man-handling your bag's strap in frustration when holding at it, "I've got my scooper in my bag ready for this bitch."
Vinaye grinned wildly at that. Glancing at you with his side gaze, he stopped putting books in his back as he let one hand instantly grab hold of your bag. Snatching it away from you, he lazily tossed it into his locker before facing his attention back to grabbing hold of his duffel bag. Shutting the locker with a bang, he locked it.
You gasped when he took away your murder weapon in a blink of an eye. Scoffing, you tried not to pout at him amused with your anger.
"Chill out my serial killer," he mumbled, chuckling a little as he put the duffel bag around his strong form securely.
"I wasn't actually going to kill him," you mumbled under your breath, knowing you were all talk and no bark when it came to being angry with a friend, "just a little threatening with it ts'all."
"You watch way too many fucked up TV shows for me to actually believe that," he joked, holding at your arm in reassurance, "plus, I barely know the guy so I can't go around hating him just 'cause you two aren't popping each others cherries properly."
You straightened at your back at that. "Hmph," you sassily let out, eyeing your best friend down who simply grinned back at you. "I'm not a virgin," you defended, blinking as you awkwardly tried to show smugness by crossing your arms over your chest.
"Ye," Vinaye chuckled, stepping back so he could move down the semi-busy hallway, "fucking Urie for thirty seconds. I forgot about that slippery mess.."
"It was a long time agooo," you grumbled cutely, feeling exposed when thinking about the first time both Urie and you shared with one another. It didn't help that that time spent together was a "never speak about again" topic.
"Ye ye," Vinaye chuckled grabbing at your hand lightly as he slapped playfully at your palm and travelled down the hall facing you, "just bring your tainted Virgin Mary ass to the dance class today. You promised you'd help me practice for the competition."
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His Tutor Girl
Fanfiction"Still in denial?" You asked softly. "About what?" "Missing her," you piped quietly, heart knotting as you spoke. He sighed, his face almost buried into the book before him. "It's okay that you do..." He eyed you carefully, "What are you? My tutor o...
