27.

"You're not coming now?"

Namjoon asked his roommate, who had just handed him a USB which was apparently from Chan, his partner in Business class.

"No, I've got to tell Jiminie something before I go to sleep. You go ahead, I'll come back soon. Bye!" Hoseok hugged his roommate, before slapping his buff arm, as he always did these days, to tease the younger about his newly muscular figure.

Namjoon, in response, slapped the others' hand away.

Hoseok gasped exaggeratedly, clutching the hand Namjoon had swatted away with a feigned painful expression.

Namjoon chuckled, and bid him a farewell, which was cheerfully returned by Hoseok, and walked towards Taehyung and Jungkook, who had just walked into the building.

On the other side of the corridor, Yoongi saw all this unfold and scowled in disgust at Hoseok's unnecessary exuberance at this time of the night.

He was tired and wanted nothing more than to curl himself up in his comfortable blankets and sleep, so seeing the other's uncalled enthusiasm pissed him off.

Yoongi had always had an inexplicable detest and loathing towards anyone who dared to publicise their happiness and joy.

Perhaps it was because he had grown up without proper treatment of love and affection, but whatever the reason may be, he was now walking towards Hoseok in the corridor with anger flowing through every fibre in his body.

Hoseok didn't see it coming; he was minding his own business, the usual, small smile plastered on his face when it happened.

Yoongi passed by him, sparing him a disgusted look, and shoving his shoulder harshly.

The action caused something to snap inside Hoseok.

He had been nothing but nice, sweet and welcoming to the guy, yet here he was, pissing the crap out of him, and attacking Hoseok for no good reason the entire night.

He had let it go all this time, thinking that it was nothing and brushed it off, but there was a limit for everything. And Hoseok had reached his limit of patience.

Hoseok had grabbed Yoongi's hand and pulled him back harshly. He saw the look of confusion and anger in Yoongi's face but ignored it, blinded by a sudden rush of hatred for the shorter male.

The next thing he knew, Hoseok had slammed Yoongi against the wall with power he didn't know he possessed.

This emitted a loud gasp of pain from Yoongi, who stared at the taller male looming over him, hands on either side of him, trapping him in his place.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Yoongi growled, trying to move away, but not being able to budge.

"No, let me ask you that question; what the fuck are you doing? What is your problem, huh?" Hoseok spoke as harshly as he could, taking full advantage of his extra height.

Yoongi said nothing, but stared at Hoseok with as much hatred as he could muster.

If he wasn't currently pushed against the wall by him, there could've been a chance of Yoongi apologising for being irrational, but not anymore.

"I did absolutely nothing wrong, yet your annoying ass kept being so insolently rude, only to me. Tell me, why have you been doing that?" Hoseok continued speaking, his voice growing louder with each word that came out of his mouth, not noticing the others' angry expression.

Hoseok paused for a second, anger diffusing into momentary sadness, before continuing defeatedly: "What have I even done to make you hate me so much?"

That itself was very rare to witness, because Jung Hoseok never let anyone find him being inconvenienced, much less see his sadness and pain.

Yoongi was going to grab Hoseok's tee-shirt's collar and push him back, till his back slammed the wall, as payback, but something stopped him. The hurt in his voice sounded very raw and genuine, which made Yoongi pity Hoseok, just for a fraction of a second.

'Who hurt him?' Yoongi thought.

But suddenly, he was snapped back to reality. Why should he care about Hoseok, and what had happened to him in his life? He was nobody to Yoongi.

Why was he laughing all around like a maniac, if he really was hurt?

Yoongi was sure that whatever Hoseok had gone through was nothing compared to his own childhood; he couldn't imagine anything worse than the state of his life. So why should he pity him?

Yoongi's hands had just gripped the tee-shirt, when Namjoon walked into the hallway they were in, muttering something to himself. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his roommate and Yoongi in an aggressively intimate position.

To Namjoon, it looked as if Hoseok had slammed Yoongi against the wall, and Yoongi was just about to pull Hoseok in closer and proceed to do unholy things.

He groaned loudly and turned around, hands automatically rubbing his eyes.

"Why is everyone being so unbearably touchy and sexual and horny?! I'm sorry for interrupting, you guys can continue."

With that, Namjoon thundered away, just wanting to get away from humans.

"Wait, Joonie!" Hoseok called out, panicking. "It's not what you're thinking!"

Yoongi used that moment of distraction to his advantage, and pushed Hoseok to the other side of the wall, earning a painful cry of indignation from him.

"You're so annoying," Yoongi muttered, eyes roaming all over the younger's face, "you make me go crazy with anger. And to answer your question, you existing is my problem. Your existence is what makes me hate you so much."

Loathe filled every word of his. He leaned over, his face now close to Hoseok's. Yoongi was shorter, but the look on his face made him much more menacing.

"Stay away from me," he growled right into Hoseok's face, and walked away.

Blood was rushing in his head, muddling him up; Yoongi didn't even know why he was doing whatever he was doing. But it felt good to vent his anger on someone.

Even if it was Jung Hoseok, who had done nothing but try to be happy.

That was the difference between them: Hoseok tried to stay strong, to pretend that nothing was bothering him, for the sake of his friends. Yoongi just didn't give a shit anymore. He had stopped caring about how others perceived him and thought of him.

But both were equally broken.

Hoseok watched Yoongi's back disappear round the corner, still standing against the wall as if an invisible force was pushing him against it. He couldn't understand what had happened. All he knew is that it made him angry beyond belief.

Hoseok wanted to throw something at the ground to break, he wanted to punch a hole in the wall in front of him, he wanted to drag Yoongi back and kick the shit outta him.

Instead, all he did was slide down against the wall, and slump on the ground, crying.

-

Rosé and Lisa were walking back from the party together.

It was way past midnight, and the night was chilly, what with the autumnal winds blowing. Both of them were shivering in their clothes, which weren't exactly modest, and showed quite a bit of their skins.

Lisa moved closer to Rosé, and sighed dramatically at the slight warmth she got from the girl. Rosé smiled, and put her arm around Lisa's waist, who wasted no time in doing the same to the other.

They both giggled, revering in the warmth they radiated together.

It was silly, and childish, but they both loved it.

There was no one in sight; everyone had disappeared, but it wasn't scary. Rather, it was peaceful. No one was there to interrupt their little moment. No one there to judge them.

In no time, they reached their dorms, and entered the door, and found themselves in the hallway, where the fluorescent lights that were switched on all the time, provided them with slight heat.

Still, the girls didn't let go of each other, and stumbled towards the elevators.

They reached their floor, and Lisa realised with a sinking feeling, that they had to part ways now. Apparently Rosé too had realised the same thing, because her face, which was shining with happiness a second ago, was frowning.

And then, with a jolt, she realised something; her roommate, Jennie, was over at Jimin's dorm, and Lisa's roommate, Jisoo, was over at Chan's dorm. Both of them would've been sleeping alone in their rooms, if Rosé hadn't thought of it.

'It,' being a simple but brilliant idea.

"Lisa, both our roommates are sleeping over somewhere else, right?" Rosé asked, and the other girl nodded.  "Instead of us sleeping alone in our own rooms, how about we sleep together in one room?"

Lisa's face lit up with a wide grin. "You're so smart, Rosie-Posie!"

"I know," Rosé giggled, "so whose room shall we go to? Yours, or mine?"

"Let's go to your room. I'm tired of sleeping on my bed, and Sooya may just end up killing us for sleeping on her bed without her permission," Lisa joked, causing Rosé to giggle once again.

"Okay, but a fair warning, the dorm is messed up, because Jen and I didn't have time to clean up before we came to the party."

"Well, I bet it's still a darn right sight better than mine."

Rosé laughed again, her sense of humour deteriorating by each second that passed by.

The sound of her laughing and giggling was the most beautiful thing Lisa had ever heard, perhaps right after the sound of her singing.

Lisa would do anything to make sure that Rosé never lost that laugh of hers, even if it meant making jokes at her own expense.

When the door opened with a click, Rosé internally grimaced at what disastrous sight awaited her and her crush. She was pretty sure that makeup products were still splayed over the dressing table.

They walked inside, and, at first glance, everything was normal.

Jennie had been smart enough to hastily pile up all the makeup products on one side of the table, because they were coming in the way of their mirror selfies.

The room wasn't as messed up as Rosé had been expecting it to be, so she let out a silent sigh of relief.

However, she acted too soon, because at that moment, the unpleasant smell of something burning entered her nose.

Lisa sniffed the air, apparently smelling something too, and asked, "Do you smell that too? It's like. . . perfume and hairspray, except. . . this is much stronger, as if. . . something's burning!"

Their eyes widened at the same time, and Rosé scrambled to the bathroom as fast as her heels could take her. She opened the door, and looked straight at the geyser, fully expecting it to be smoking. But it was intact. Well, as intact as it had ever been.

Confused, she walked back out and found Lisa holding. . . the hair straightener!

'Did we not turn off the switch before we left?' Rosé's thought was answered when she saw the black, burn marks on the sheet they had placed the device on.

She cringed and cursed under her breath, taking the sheet, rolling it up, and throwing it straight into the dustbin.

Lisa found herself staring at the other with her mouth hanging open. Rosé never really got angry as she was now, and it was a new sight to Lisa.

A sight she found strangely attractive.

She hastily looked away, trying to hide the slight blush she was sure was making its way on her face, handed the straightener to Rosé, and made her way to the bed she knew belonged to Jennie, and sat down.

Lisa preferred Rosé's bed, because she claimed that it was softer, and more comfortable, and it was true, but the main reason was because her bed always had a part of her on it, be it her pretty scent, or just some of her clothes.

However, she wanted to give the other some space and decided to stay put on Jennie's bed.

Rosé unplugged the hair straightener angrily, and ended up losing grip of the plug, which fell down, and landed somewhere behind the table.

She tried to simply pull it out, but it didn't budge, and Rosé, scared that she would spoil her roommate's straightener even more than it already was, let out an irritated sound and bent down to carefully get the plug out, which wasn't an easy feat, considering the fact that she was still wearing her heels, not to mention that the tight corset around her waist was practically choking her stomach.

Once she got it out, she quickly, but carefully, placed it back into the drawer where it was kept, glad to get the problematic gadget out of her sight.

When she turned around, she found Lisa whip her head in some other direction, her eyes slightly widened, and cheeks coated pink. Confused, she asked, "What's wrong, Lili?"

Lisa shook her head, and said, "What? Oh, nothing!"

But it wasn't nothing. When Rosé had bent down to pick up the plug and wire, Lisa had gotten a view of everything under her skirt. A sight that was printed into her mind.

Lisa was extremely ashamed of the images and thoughts that popped into her mind after seeing that. What Rosé said after didn't help either:

"Can you help me remove my dress?"

"W-what?"

"The corset, Jen had to tie it very tightly to fit my waist, and I doubt I can remove it on my own, so could you help me untie it?"

"Oh, um, sure."

Lisa got up and walked towards Rosé who had her back turned to face her. Rosé gathered her hair and pulled it to the all front, to give Lisa a better view of the corset and its strings, which were indeed tied very tightly, to fully define and give justice to her thin waist.

The same waist Lisa loved putting her arm around and snuggling.

Gently, she began pulling the strings, untying them. While she was working, she heard the other humming (melodiously, as always) under her breath. Lisa smiled softly, because she recognised the song as one of their shared favourite songs.

She moved her gaze upwards and saw her staring at herself and Rosé, curtesy of the mirror. The others' eyes were closed, so Lisa used this moment to her advantage by admiring Rosé yet again.

This definitely wasn't the first time they were this close, nor was it the first time Lisa was seeing her body, but the effect was still as fresh as the first time.

Tingles and subtle shivers made their way through her body, soft butterflies erupting in her stomach, her mind continually praising the exquisite work of art that was Park Chaeyoung. Or, as Lisa preferred to call her, Roseanne Park.

Unintentionally, Lisa leaned into her exposed neck, the addictive scent of her perfume entering her nose. The effect was immediate; Lisa felt calm, as if all her problems and worries had vanished. The most important thing to her was Rosé, and Rosé only.

The girl in question stopped humming, her eyes flying open when she felt Lisa's warm, but soft breaths on her neck, a sensitive part of her body.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

Each pair of eyes were bursting to the brim with so many emotions, that it all jumbled together to form emotionless orbs.

They were just staring at each other, in a very intimate position, with Lisa's face very close to Rosé's neck. Their breathing was raggedly cautious, none of them daring to move a muscle, as if the littlest of movements could ruin everything.

They didn't want to burst the delicate but powerful bubble of wild emotions surrounding them.

Lisa kept her gaze unwavering, and moved her head away from Rosé, which enunciated the slightest breath of relief from her. However, Lisa made up for it by moving her body closer, so that their body's were sharing warmth.

She continued untying the corset, this time, her actions much more self-assured. No one blinked their eyes, still staring into the depths of each others' soul. As the corset kept getting looser around Rosé's waist, the more relieved she was feeling, causing her to let out soft sighs.

At last, Lisa fully untied it, and removed it from around Rosé's body, carelessly dropping it onto the ground.

Rosé could breath much more easily now, but it didn't take long before Lisa's arms took the corset's place, around her tiny little waist, back-hugging her.

"You're so pretty, Rosie," Lisa finally spoke, breaking the silence which was getting very heavy.

Except, since she was pressed against Rosé's back, her voice sounded a little muffled and high-pitched. Rosé couldn't help it; she burst into laughter, which was so contagious that even Lisa began laughing alongside.

After calming down a bit, Rosé pulled away, and turned to face the other, smiling. "Thanks for that completely random compliment, Lisa, and you're so pretty too." She pulled Lisa's cheeks, who smiled widely in response.

Both of them had mutually come to a silent agreement to fully ignore what had just happened, and pretend as if everything was normal.

Rosé got out two oversized tee shirts with two pairs of matching shorts, keeping one set for herself, and passing the other to Lisa.

"Here, I'll be in the bathroom till you change, alright?"

"Wait, Rosie," Lisa called out, "there's no need for you to go to the bathroom. I mean, I'll change in the bathroom, you can stay here. After all, it is your room."

"No, actually, I, uh, need to use the washroom, so, um, yeah."

". . .Oh."

"This is awkward, I'll be right back," Rosé said, laughing, making her way to the bathroom.

Lisa groaned loudly when she heard the bathroom door close, slapping herself continuously. "Why are you so stupid, mouth? Why did you have to say that, oh my lord?!"

After she was done with abusing herself, Lisa undressed completely, shivering slightly at the cold, and quickly put on the clothes she was given. She picked up her discarded clothes and bra, and folded it, neatly piling it near the foot of Jennie's bed.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't put on much makeup, so her face didn't look like a horror story, but it did have tiredness on it, which was understandable since she hadn't slept properly the previous night too.

Her hair was still set in those wavy curls, which didn't look good with her fatigued face. So, just for good measure, she put a hand through those annoyingly perfect waves and did her best to make as much a mess she could out of it. Once she was satisfied with her hair, which now resembled an unbuilt bird's nest, she stopped.

Lisa preferred that over perfectly set hair. She didn't like putting in much effort for her hair, and liked it when it was natural.

The only reason she had gone with that hairstyle tonight was because Rosé loved it; she said that it defined her face and made her look like a princess.

Being called a princess was almost as cringe as calling elder males 'oppa', but if it was for Rosé, Lisa would go as far as dressing up as Ariel, complete with the starfish bra and the mermaid tail.

She really did love Rosé.

Lisa turned around when she heard the bathroom door open, and found Rosé walk out, all the makeup gone, her hair tied carelessly in a messy bun. Her breath hitched.

Rosé wasn't even trying, yet she was so, so, so beautiful.

Her face was glowing with beauty, and Lisa asked herself for the nth time how she was real, because someone like Rosé was nothing less than a Greek goddess.

"Wow, I'm so tired. And we've got maths first thing in the morning," Rosé groaned, "I really hate Mondays so much."

"Ugh, don't remind me. Wonwoof's classes are the worst," Lisa said, grimacing, sitting down on Jennie's bed.

"Let's sleep on my bed, together, hm? It's so cold, so we can cuddle under the blanket. How does that sound?" Rosé hurriedly asked.

"Awesome! Rosie, you're like an idea bank today, full of amazing ideas," Lisa joked, sitting beside Rosé on her soft bed.

"I'm amazing, what can I say?" Rosé played along, amusedly. They chuckled, and made themselves comfortable under the blanket, cuddling closely so as to not fall off the side of the small bed.

They stayed silent for a few minutes, before Rosé spoke again. "I'll talk to Jisoo tomorrow, and ask her to let Jungkook go this one time."

"Huh, what? Oh, yeah, that."

"I mean, Jisoo really was harsh this time, don't you think so? Get an eyebrow piercing, or dye his hair purple. . . sheesh, what was she thinking?!"

"Well," Lisa spoke, "I don't think it's that bad, because Jungkook seems like a guy who likes all that kind of stuff."

"I suppose so. . ."

"What would you choose? I mean, if you were given that choice, what would you have done?"

"Me? I would've chosen to get a piercing, but not eyebrow piercing," Rosé said, fidgeting with her fingers, "I would've gotten a nose piercing."

"Really? Wow, that's unexpected, I thought you would dye your hair purple."

"Well, I've kinda always wanted to get a nose piercing," Rosé admitted, "not a nose-ring, that's too bold. Something like a small diamond stud is what I want."

"What's stopping you?" Lisa asked, already forming a mental image of Rosé with a nose stud.

"I don't know, it just seems too painful. What about you, though, Lili?"

"I want to get a small little tattoo on my collarbone. You know, something small but beautiful, like a. . . pretty butterfly."

"Ooh, a pink butterfly would be super cute!"

Lisa burst out laughing. "You're cute. Why don't you get a pink little butterfly tattooed, then?"

Rosé wrinkled her nose. "I don't like tattoos."

"Huh, really? You seemed to excessively like Jungkook's tattoos earlier," Lisa said, sardonically, and slightly scornfully, because she was still ticked off by her ogling Jungkook's arms with so much interest and awe.

"They were pretty!" Rosé protested. "I like admiring tattoos, not getting them on my body."

"Why?"

"It's like. . . commitment issues, I guess. I'm scared of getting something permanently tattooed on my body, because later, if I don't like it or don't want it anymore, there's no way for me to get rid of it. It'll be on my body forever, and I don't think I'll be okay with committing to something to that extent."

Lisa took a few moments to soak in all that information. "That's a valid point."

Rosé nodded. "It's like, something I like now may seem cringe later on, so if I get something tattooed, I may regret it in the future and I don't want that to happen."

"But that doesn't mean that you should never get a tattoo, right? You should just choose something, which you know that you'll never regret. Something you know you will always cherish. A reminder of something that is very close to your heart. Get a tattoo about something you want to be forever with you."

Lisa ended her rant with a yawn, which left Rosé thinking very deeply.

"You're right, Lisa. We'll talk more about this tomorrow, though, because I can see how sleepy you are, and I'm super drowsy too."

"Great, goodnight, Rosie," Lisa said, smiling at her.

Rosé smiled back, and left a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Night, Lili."

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A / N

[unedited]
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