First Love

Author's Note:

This piece of writing was inspired by cutetaeboy's video on youtube titled "saranghae; yoonmin!au"

It's a great video which I enjoyed watching immensely.

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Jimin knew he was screwed the moment he laid eyes on Min Yoongi.

It was the first week of college, the start of orientation, and he decided to get acquainted with the campus before classes officially started the following Monday. He moved into his new dorm a couple of days before, greeted by enthusiastic upperclassmen and other eager first year students, all looking just as confused as him.

He must have looked quite pathetic, frowning down at a small slip of paper with his assigned building and room number, trying to make himself look as small as possible (which, now that he thought about it, wasn't as difficult as it probably should have been) because the next thing he knew, he was greeted by a boy with a blinding smile.

"Hi," the boy said, "I'm Hoseok, second year dance major. Did you need help with anything?"

Jimin resisted the urge to take a step back. The guy, Hoseok, had leaned forward during his introduction, almost crowding him.

"Uh, Jimin. Park Jimin. I'm looking for Dorm C," he replied, looking back down at his slip of paper.

Hoseok clapped his hands together once. "Oh! You're in the same dorm building I'm in. That's awesome."

Before Jimin could comment further, Hoseok grabbed his suitcase, ignoring his incredulous stare, and made his way through the crowd. Jimin had no choice but to follow, looking around while trying to keep up with Hoseok's long strides (which was a feat and a half when he was walking next to a giraffe).

Jimin wasn't salty. Not at all.

Hoseok dropped him off in front of an unassuming door labelled C23 and was gone with a wave and a hurried goodbye.

"If you have any questions, I'll be hanging around the student centre. Just look for this bright orange shirt," he yelled as he ran back down the stairs, pointing at his shirt and almost knocking down someone coming up.

Shaking his head at the guy's sheer abundance of energy, he took a deep breath before opening the door. He expected to see a clean room, with two single beds (the news that he would have a roommate sent a flurry of butterflies to his stomach) and separate desks. What he wasn't expecting was a half-naked man standing in the middle of the room, wrestling with his shirt and swearing so loud Jimin was sure the people upstairs heard.

"Um..." was the first intelligent thing that came out of his mouth.

His roommate (oh, please god no) perked up at hearing him.

"Are you my new roommate? Cool," the guy said, his words muffled by his shirt. "Uh, I know this is an awkward start to everything but could you help me out? I was in a hurry to change and forgot to undo the buttons first and now I'm sorta stuck."

Blinking a couple of times at the absurdity of the situation, Jimin cautiously made his way into the room. He fumbled with the buttons but eventually managed to get them open. He pulled the shirt down and a head of fluffy brown hair emerged.

"Ah, that's better! Thanks, you saved my life." The guy laughed then, a high pitched giggle that didn't match his deep voice at all. "I'm Taehyung but my friends just call me Tae. What's your name?"

Jesus, was everyone at this university always so hyperactive?

"I'm Jimin."

Taehyung broke out into a wide boxy grin.