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Curves and Coincidences

As I walked down a corridors of the school, I was met with the tap of long, slender fingers against my shoulder.

I flinched and glanced beside me, only to be face to face with who I remember to be Seokjin's devilishly handsome roommate, Taehyung.

"Mm... yes?" I hummed in surprise, feeling my brows raise as I peered over the man.

His black locks cascaded down his forehead and cheeks, then made small wisps off of his neck, all while being very voluminous. His hair was permed, and it fit him well, I thought.

"You're the boy that Jin hyung has been around lately yeah?"

I blinked and stopped walking so I could turn to face the man. "Yes that's me! My name is Hoseok. Did something happen?" I frowned and clutched tighter onto the strap of my backpack, imagining all the terrible things that could've happened to Seokjin. Between here and his house, he could've been killed for all I had known.

God I hope not.

Please no.

"No nothing happened!"

I sighed in relief and Taehyung smiled before giving me a pat on the back. "You've just become so close, the two of you, and because I'm his best friend I felt like I needed to befriend you too!"

My racing heart slowed down and swelled with affection toward the black-haired beauty. This pretty man really wanted to be my friend? I was unbelievably flattered and felt my cheeks rise with heat.

I chuckled and nodded my head toward Taehyung. "I'd love to be friends! But listen I've got to get to class but here, I'll give you my phone number. Is that okay?"

"Absolutely!" Taehyung's lips held their same boxy smile as before, and when I handed him a slip of paper with my phone number on it, his eyes glittered as well. "Thank you so much hyung!" He shoved the paper into his blazer pocket and turned on his heel without another word.

I watched him disappear through the halls and I smiled to myself before making haste to my next class.

~

It was a pleasant surprise and treat as always whenever I'd have Seokjin in a class with me, but something about today's class just rubbed me a different way.

I frowned as I failed numerous times over to shape Seokjin's perfect and bare butt with my charcoal, and I huffed in agitation before dropping my head against my desk.

It was just his naked and beautiful, perfectly sculpted butt. Just two perfect apples. Nothing special just a couple of biscuits that could use some of my butter.

My mind was racing and I almost let out a whine from my frustrations. I liked Seokjin a lot but I didn't expect to see his naked form today. Granted I lucked out in not seeing his groin, though part of me wished that lowkey I had been given the opportunity.

Bringing my head back up off the table, I smudged the last line of charcoal I had made before layering above it's remains a new line, and this one was perfect.

The gentle curve and slope of the line emphasized the shape of Seokjin, and captured the beauty of his butt ravishingly. Thank god.

I drew in a deep breath and exhaled with confidence as I continued on and eventually finished my study on Seokjin. The professor announced the end of our study session and I was quick to sign my artwork before handing it in. I made it a mission for Seokjin to not see my work, and to just not see him after class in general.

My brain needed some time to sober up from its drunken, Seokjin-filled stupor, and I could only hope that the man would understand.