the only thing worse than being apart of a fraternity, is that he has to share a room. it wouldn't be that bad if he'd gotten someone else. anyone else, but with just his luck he got stuck with jeon jungkook. the big, brown eyed, black haired asshole, he's had to deal with most of his life.
you see jimin thought that after high school he'd never have to see the twat again. he was more than surprised to find out that he would be sharing a room with him. that first day was awful.
he had gotten there second. which meant jungkook got first pick. first pick in the bed, first pick in everything. so now jimin has to deal with a bed with springs constantly poking his back, and a dresser that he can barely get open.
to make matters worse jungkook is an absolute slob. he understands maybe some clothes on the floor, but when you leave a half eaten sandwich out for almost a week, that's crossing a line.
right now jimin is trying to study. but it's kind of hard when his roomate insists on blaring horrible music.
"can you please turn that down?" jimin asks, dropping his pencils then rubbing his temples trying to soothe his headache.
jungkook smirks at him, turning the volume up even more. jimin glares at him, wishing that looks could kill. everything jungkook does seems to just annoy him. jimin knows he does it on purpose.
jimin stands up walking over to jungkooks stereo and unplugging it from the wall. he shoots jungkook the middle finger before turning back to his desk.
before he can sit down he feels a hand tug him around. making him come face to face with an angry jungkook.
he looks down at jimin with a scowl spread across his face. his nose flaring, making jimin cower down a bit, before he tries to stand tall. he can't really, stand tall. jungkook is so much taller than him, bigger than him. he hates it, but he won't back down, his own anger building in the pit of his stomach.
"what the hell do you think you're doing?" jungkook growls, moving closer to jimin so that their faces are inches apart.
"i'm trying to study. but it's awful hard when that horrible music is playing," jimin yells back his arms flailing in the air for emphasis.
"pink floyd is not horrible," jungkook defends poking jimin in the shoulder making him step back. "maybe if you weren't nose deep in books all the damn time, you'd probably know how to have fun," jungkook says stepping towards jimin until jimins back hits the wall abruptly.
"atleast i'm not a brain dead jock," jimin counters crossing his arms over his chest. he smirks when he sees hurt flash over jungkooks face. but then jungkook has a look on his face he's never seen before.next thing he knows is he's being held against a wall with his hands held above his head by one of jungkooks large hands. he tries to break free but jungkooks grip is too hard.
he tries not to whimper as jungkook trails kisses from his jawline down to the crook of his neck. jungkook licks over his skin, nibbling at the sensitive area, smirking to himself as he hears jimins breathless moans.
"jungkook what ar-" jimin gets cut off when jungkook kisees his lips. he stands there in shock for a few seconds, not responding until jungkook nudges closer to him. jungkook kisses him forcefully, like he's doing it so jimin will shut up.
his legs feel like they might buckle as jungkook licks over his bottom lip asking for entrance. he moans into the kiss at the new feeling. they kiss fast and rough, teeth clanking together occasionally and lots of lip biting on jungkooks part.
"i hate you," jungkook growls against jimins lips, he trails kisses across jimins jawline and neck. he lets go of jimins hands, now trying to unbutton jimins shirt. he pushes it down jimins shoulders, letting it rest on his bent elbows. jimin wraps his arms around jungkooks neck tugging lightly at the ends of his freshly cut hair.
