My Tease

His Dorm, My Hell

Jin Pov

I have no idea why I agreed to go to Namjoon's dorm. The whole time we were texting Sung Kyung kept laughing at how he was obviously flirting or what not. I tried to deny it, but I do have to admit it's strange that he texted me out of the blue to hang out and that the so called meeting spot is his dorm. I clearly told him on multiple occasions that I'm not gay so it should be fine.

I was happy that I was able to check up on Sung Kyung though to see if her week was going well. sometimes, the whole college atmosphere gets a little too much for her to handle and she needs an extra push to stay motivated throughout the week. Surprisingly, she said all was good.

I continue to day dream as I walk to Namjoon's dorm and try not to turn back. I could always message that something came up, but I don't want him to think I'm avoiding him. I can tell he's a good person under all his hard exterior so I push back my worries as I wait for someone to walk out. I forgot that only the people that live in the building have the ability to swipe in. Soon enough a girl comes and I'm not questioned by her because she's too busy trying not to drool which I'm okay with if it means less talking.

I get on the elevator and press the number three and wait for the doors to reopen. The whole time I tap my foot impatiently. It's moving so smoothly, I feel like I haven't moved an inch but nonetheless, it opens up to the hall. It's easy to identify which room is Namjoon's and apparently Yoongi's because they have their names on the door and the room number on the side. I knock lightly once and almost immediately, the door flies open.

Namjoon greets me with a smile, flashing his dimples and I smile back. "Hey." I say as he steps aside to let me in. I take my shoes off and examine his room. It's quite plain with little to nothing on the walls except a poster of some male underwear model and a poster of Drake.

"Like what you see?" He asks.

"Have you listened to his new album?" I answer smoothly and he frowns. I make myself comfortable in his desk chair and wait for him to start up a conversation. He walks passed me and grabs his remote from off his desk and switches on the television. I raise a brow when the Icon for Netflix pops up on the screen. "Netflix and chill?"

He scratches his hair awkwardly, "I didn't mean for it to come off like that. I just thought it could be good background noise if you wanted to talk." I eye him up and down but drop the list of possible things I could point out wrong with this picture.

"Lets watch A Train to Busan." He is quick to browse the movie selections and clicks on it before loading it up. "So tell me about yourself Namjoon. Are you more than just a gay detective?"

His lip twitches at my comment as he fights a smile, "Yes, that's only my side gig. I actually have other interest like gaming and composing." This peaks my interest a little.

"You compose? Does that have to do with your major?" He nods his head just as the opening sequence for A Train to Busan begins. I've already seen it, so just like he said it becomes background noise.

"I'm majoring in business management, but want to be a producer in the future. Just thought I should know a little something about how companies run themselves." He answers promptly and I stare at him in awe.

"Wow, Namjoon. You actually have a head on your shoulders." He scowls, but I ignore it because he comes off as someone that just decided to go to college to please his parents and not for himself. 

"Okay, if you're so great. What are you going to do with your life in the future?" He asks and I pale. I'm a senior and I still haven't thought about what job position I really want.

"Um, well-I majored in Computer Science, but I don't know what I'm going to do with it. I just wanted the money." I respond truthfully and he shakes his head. "What? Money is always good." 

"True, but happiness is better." I gulp at the intensity of his words since he's eyeing me like prey. 

Happiness.

Those words seem so distant. Since I've been living a pretty average life just following the norms nothing really draws me in anymore. I already discovered that no one is really allowed to be who they want a long time ago...

"Earth to Jin." I snap my gaze to his and slam the chair into the wall since he was directly in my face. "Woah, sorry I got too close. You zoned out for a whole minute."

I raise my hands and play it off, "Oh sorry. I just- my schedule is really busy and I was just organizing everything in my head." He gives me a quizzical look, but doesn't question me. Instead, he asks another personal question.

"Have you ever been in a relationship?" 

"Why does that matter?" I ask, slightly annoyed.

"Have you been romantically invested in someone?" He continues and I sigh.

"No." He presses his lips together like he's solving some complex math problem.

"So you're a one night stand kind of dude?"

"Again...no." His eyebrows shoot up and his mouth flaps open.

"Wait, don't tell me. You're a senior in college and a virgin?!" For some reason the way he just openly said it makes my face heat up as he begins to pace the floor.

"So have you done anything? Had your first kiss?" My body begins to sweat at the mention of kissing anyone. I know he can tell by the way I keep my mouth shut that I'm clamming up. "Are you alright? It's just a question."

I close my eyes and exhale. "No, I haven't had my first kiss..." Just an unfortunate experience.

He laughs out loud and I go on the defense. "I'm leaving." I start walking towards the door, but he grabs my hand. 

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry." He does everything in his power to contain his laughter, but his face seems like its ready to give out. I haven't been this humiliated in so long, it's like bugs are crawling up my back. "It's okay to be innocent."

I roll my eyes and curse when I notice how watery they are. Ugh, he hit a nerve this time. "Namjoon, let go of my hand. I want to leave." I demand coldly and he does sensing my distress. I grumble as I begin to put my shoes on and he stands next to me quietly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked such a personal question." He mumbles and I stand up and whirl around.

"No, my first mistake was coming here at all. You clearly don't understand when to stop and when someone freaking tells you they aren't gay, just freaking believe them! I'm serious. Ask me that or imply it one more time and I will never speak to you again." 

I don't allow him to reply as I storm out his building and mask my anger with a blank face. God, why can't he just leave things alone like everyone else?

A/N Oh the drama. I love writing this so much. Don't forget to vote, and comment if you want. Until next time, deuces!