It has been just a kiss, a kiss that has given Jimin access to Yoongi's mind.
A Yoonmin roommate story with a twist and some side Taekook.
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#17 in Yoonmin
Of course he had no second thoughts who I was asking about.
"Does he have any talent? I mean if he's here Art Uni."
"So far no one has discovered any talent inside him. He only naps through all classes. By the way what is he doing at nights to be so tired?"
"How can I know?"
"You are his roommate." V giggled. "Maybe he works as a stripper?"
"Him?" Was V kidding. "He would need to pay people for the traumatizing experience of seeing him naked."
"Maybe he doesn't have abs, but it doesn't mean he's not hot. Abs ain't anything." V sighed.
"What about you? Do you like guys with abs?" I touched my trained belly through the fabric of the shirt, to be honest I was pretty proud of it. "I only know you're gay but I have no idea what guys you like? I've never seen you with anyone."
V became nervous closing the pad, caressing his hand through the curls.
"Are you into someone lately?" I asked when he jumped up.
"This is... ridiculous!" He hissed storming out of the practice room leaving me with just that ballad on replay - Can you really imagine to love someone like me?
It was past 9 pm when I finally found courage to return to the flat. I have spent the afternoon and evening in the dance studio. I even drew a few close ups of Yeonie, one of the other dance teachers during her class.
They weren't good, yet decent enough to maybe work from there to create a painting. V had inspired me to do it, but at 8:30 the studio closed so I made my painful way back to the dormitory. There was a choreography I needed to finish for an audition. If I could impress the judges of the international dance competition and land a place in the top ten, there was chance I might convince the school to switch me from art to the dance department. What would I do with a degree in painting, honestly, I wasn't V.
The door was opened, the couch was proudly standing in the middle of the living room right across the TV when my roommate was whistling to himself while coming from the kitchen, dressed up in a fluffy bathrobe with rabbit ears, a red brown pajama with reindeers and calf long penguin socks. My favorite bowl I have received as a birthday gift from my grandmother was overfilled with my cereal.
"That couch goes back under the window!" I raised my voice, but the guy only chuckled in that hideous way.
"You're blocking the TV dude."
"Are you insane!" I was loosing my temper quickly, especially if someone was pushing all my buttons like that guy.
"That couch goes there, this here is my training space and I need to practice a routine!" I was shouting.
"It goes nowhere, do you know that I had to call over that dudes next door to move it."
The guy placed the cereal bowl on the floor then laid down on the couch wrapping himself up into my blanket.
I just jumped forward pushing him with the couch all the way through the room till it collided with the wall.
"And this stays here! This was my room first!" I yelled barely catching my breath from all the effort.
The boy's face became purple. He jumped up storming though the room to pull the cupboard with the TV towards the couch.
"Fine. Get your fat ass off my way! You can practice however you like now!" He hissed pushing the cupboard a little more so it hit my legs.
I closed my first, counted to eleven in my mind then released them again.
"Fine!" I yelled walking around that freaking cupboard that was now standing in the middle of the room.
The boy fell on the couch wrapping himself back into my blanket.
The TV was playing some loud hip hop music while I was sure I'm going insane.
"So, practice." Muttered the guy darkly.
"Do you think I can focus on anything! With you lying here staring!" I was yelling again.
"You're the least interesting thing to watch." He rolled his eyes.
"Move out!"
"Jiminie, even if you're totally antisocial, sometimes we just have to be around others. Even if we would gladly poison that other 7,5 billion and enjoy being the kings of that secluded planet." He was looking straight into my eyes when I boiled over then jumped towards the door leaving the apartment, trembling from fury.
"Fuck yourself!" I yelled hitting the corridor wall.
Two students walking past me quickened their steps.
Fine. I needed to cool my head so I decided to spend the night at V's. His dormitory was right across the long alley that was dividing the university grounds.
My head was burning, could killing my roommate be the only option I had left. The three flights of stairs up to V's room were nothing. I banged at his door but there was just silence, so I knocked again.
"V, it's me Min, open the door!"
Yet it stayed locked.
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