2am ; jinkook

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press my number
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all jungkook could think about during the lesson was the strip of notebook paper seokjin left on his bedside table. he'd read over the numbers written in his favorite ink pen over and over again.

when he first woke up that morning, he did consider calling. but as his legs were tucked underneath him, the slip of paper in his hand, and his phone beside him, he couldn't bring himself to.

it made no sense to him, really. he wondered why the man had left his number and not even his name. he wondered if the older expected more out of their one night stand.

so jungkook never called.

it'd been weeks since that night had even happened, and he discarded the piece of paper like it was nothing. he knew where it was: tucked nicely in one of his old sketch journal underneath his bed.

as seokjin spoke, occasionally walking about the front of the room so he wasn't just standing still, the two would lock eyes. it was barely noticeable to anyone else, but jungkook's heart stirred each time the blond looked at him.

he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and the blood rushing in his veins. he thought he was on the verge of having an aneurism.

memories of seokjin placing gentle kisses on his hair, cheeks, nose, and collarbones burned at each place his lips touched. the older's melodic voice calling him sweet pet names and giving endearing compliments echoed and played back in his head. they were so loud that jungkook thought taehyung might hear.

"official class will start the next time we meet up, which is," seokjin dragged his finger down his schedule book and made a small noise of victory once finding what he was looking for. "wednesday." he looked back at the class, stealing a quick look at jungkook.

"on wednesday, we'll have a mini project where you'll introduce yourselves in english. maybe then i can remember all of your names."

as the professor said this, his eyes fell onto jungkook's frame in a way that wasn't discreet.

thankfully, no one paid much mind to how seokjin's gaze lingered for seconds too long.

"jungkook," taehyung tried to whisper, but his deep voice did little to help, "give me your number." at the slight demand, jungkook turned away from his professor and he gave the older boy beside him a look of confusion.

"why?" he didn't bother whispering as he asked. he knew seokjin couldn't hear them, especially since jungkook didn't necessarily have the deepest nor most resonate voice.

"because we're friends. give it to me." taehyung slid his sleek black phone over the top of the table and in front of the boy beside him. he already had his new contacts option open, the cursor waiting for jungkook to add his number.

"so upfront and demanding," the younger did his best to sound annoyed, though he wasn't. he was glad to have finally made a friend on the campus. he always felt as if no one made much of an effort for him.

"maybe later we can grab lunch and i can go to your dorm to hang out, or you can come to mine? my roommate is super cool, you'll like him—"

"i don't live on campus, tae." jungkook simpered quietly, giving the older back his phone once he was done. he hoped taehyung wouldn't ask where he lived; the place was a bit embarrassing to talk about.

after all, jungkook was only accepted into the college after being on the wait list. such a prestige and somewhat uptight school it was, too. and if the students weren't living on campus, they at least lived in the city in some expensive and well maintenances building.

"oh, that's alright. you can just come 'round to mine if you aren't busy." taehyung suggested, thankfully not asking anymore questions.

jungkook considered this, calculating the time his train leaves to bring him back to his part of town as well as how late he'd be able to hang out with taehyung.

"i'll let you know if i'm free for that long, but we can definitely have lunch." jungkook offered a smile. a giddy feeling spread throughout his chest and he thought about how proud his parents would be if they were with him right now.

he made a brief mental note to call them later and tell them all about taehyung and his english class—skipping the details on his hot professor who he couldn't stop doodling.

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