study with me ✎ m.yg x p.jm

스물둘

yoongi

i couldn't believe what i had just seen take place. my senses were being tortured with the idea anytime i tried to get it out of my mind. i almost got bleach in my eye when the door shut.

i hated my curiosity sometimes, especially when it got the best of me. when i heard the door close (more like slam), i thought it was mom and dad and they had a reason to come back earlier than expected. so, i went downstairs to find out why.

it wasn't mom and dad.

i did not need to see my best friend pinning my brother to the wall with their tongues down each other's throats.

my reaction? let's just say i never knew i could run up stairs that fast, i deserve a medal.

when i got back upstairs to my room, i went into my bathroom to continue with my hair, until i almost got bleach in my eye again when jin's door slammed shut, practically shaking the whole house. i turned on music to save ears. i knew how namjoon would play this out, and i didn't want to hear any part of it.

when the doorbell rang, sadly, i did have to get it. it was jimin, holding out my sweatshirt to me that i probably left at his house today. i tried to take it as quickly as possible so i could spare his ears from the sounds coming from upstairs. it didn't take him long to hear the noises, though, and he broke own laughing with a strong blush on his face.

we dragged each other upstairs to my room, shutting the door and turning up the music. he helped with dying my hair, helping make sure i didn't miss any part of my hair. i had decided to go bleach blonde, but i wanted more of a white color, too, so i was going to mix blonde and white dye colors until i was satisfied. i also helped jimin with his hair, since he also got dye today, but said he didn't have anyone that would do it since his parents didn't know how and he didn't trust his brother. he was going bright red, i said it would match his cheeks most of the time.

we completely forgot about the two teens in  the room across the hall and were enjoying our time spent together, cracking jokes here and there, until we both definitely heard a very loud and definitely pleasure-filled scream come from the room and come through the walls to haunt us. we looked at each other through the mirror and quietly returned to me, putting the red dye in his hair, and him sitting there, previously laughing.

"do you think i'll look good, hyung?" jimin was sitting on my desk chair, his bare chest against the back of the chair, since he decided he didn't want any red dye on his white shirt. he got a towel to go around his neck and shoulders though if any dye were to fall.

"yes, you'd look good any color, jiminie."

he let's out a small but satisfied sound, seeming to be deep in thought. "something up, jiminie?"

"no... it's just—" he cuts himself off in a sigh.

"go ahead."

"what are we hyung?" his lips turn into a pout.

i don't have a definite answer for him. i didn't know what we were. we'd never been on a date, really. we'd gotten first base, though.

"uhm, w-what do you want us to be?" i slow my pace in covering his head with the dye, readying myself for his response.

"well, do you like me, mr. that's-not-of-my-business?" jimin asked in reference to when he asked about my sexuality. "wait, better yet, are you gay? like, suck a dick and like it, gay?" jimin teases.

i leaned down closer to him, avoiding the dye. "why don't we find out, hm?"

"you haven't even taken me out yet, hyung. it's a bit too soon." he giggles, showing his smile that makes his eyes crinkle cutely.