I wake up to my head hurting and my neck feeling like it was just twisted backwards five times. A pleasant but unfamiliar scent hits my nose and I flutter my eyes open to find that the hood of the hoodie I'm wearing has maneuvered itself over half of my face.

Also I remember that I'm not in my own dorm room, and instead I'm in Jungkook's. Then the guilt sets in.

The feelings and images of last night's party flood my mind and all I can see is Harley shoving her tongue down Jungkook's throat. I'm jealous and sick at the vision but I'm even sicker at myself for feeling that way about it. I'm supposed to hate him.

I yawn and stretch for a few seconds before sitting up a little bit to find Jungkook still in deep sleep on his bed. I take my phone off of the side table and see that it's 10:00am on the dot.

I hate mornings. I want to let out an annoyed groan at the time but I stop myself because I don't want to wake up Sleeping Bastard on the bed next to the couch.

He's not that much of a bastard; he let you stay in his dorm and he didn't do anything to you! I scold myself and look at him again. Maybe he's more of a Sleeping Beauty rather than bast- No, Eliana. Don't even begin to think like that.

Instead I let out a quiet sigh and let my head fall back down onto the armrest to coerce myself to not stare at how his hair is soft and messy over his closed eyes.

Just as I'm getting back to sleep, I'm jolted awake by three obnoxiously loud knocks on his door, "JEON JUNGKOOK!"

Jungkook gets out of bed shirtless and stumbles to his door quickly, opening it with disheveled hair and sleep in his eyes. "WHAT?" He yells back to mock them. I can tell he's mad about the rude awakening.

Since when did he not have a shirt on?

I look at him as he tiredly talks to the person on the other side of the door, seeing the lean muscles of his shoulders and back heading down to his waist and- I need to stop staring at him like that or I'm gonna have a few regrets in the future.

I pay attention to the voice of the other guys and they're the same voices from the restaurant. I can't tell what either of them are saying, though.

Jungkook closes the door and turns around with a sigh, "Sorry, that was just Taehyung and Jimin."

I cover my head with the blanket for two reasons: 1. Because the light hurts my eyes, and 2. Because I'm fully aware that his abs and chest are exposed and I am not going to let myself see that.

He tosses something at me and it hits my arm. Without looking at him, I unveil my eyes and look at the object.

"How did you get this?" I pick up my room key from the couch and look at him, avoiding anything but his face, "Did you have it the whole time?"

"No, I didn't have it," he defends himself instantly, "Jimin found it last night and someone saw us come here so he returned it."

"Someone saw us come here?" I echo and sit up.

"Yeah, what's the big deal?" He reaches for his shirt to slip it over his head.

"Nothing, it's just I don't want people to think- Nevermind." I sigh and comb my knotted hair with my fingers before getting up. "Tell your friend I say thanks."

"Do I get a thanks for letting you stay here?" He smiles.

"More like convincing me to stay here. But yeah.... Thanks." I get my shoes on. "I'm going back to my own dorm now before most of the campus is up and outside."

I start to leave but he clears his throat to get my attention, "Aren't you forgetting something?" I turn around and he's dangling my room key in front of me.

I feel my cheeks heat up and I quickly snatch it from his fingers, "Thanks, bye Jungkook," I say and leave, closing the door behind me.

I fall back against the door and let out a long sigh before recomposing myself and heading downstairs to the first floor. I go the short distance to the doors and push them open, feeling the chilly November wind hit me in the face.

I stuff my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie and continue walking to my dorm not too far from the mens dorms.

I keep my head down, embarrassment plastered on my face from staying the night at Jungkook's dorm. I know it wasn't that bad- or bad at all- but I also don't want people thinking we, y'know, did things together. I scrunch my face up at the thought.

I finally reach the dorms and instantly go inside, and then to my own dorm, unlocking it with the key and rushing in.

I've never been happier to be in my own dorm. I smile and go to my bathroom, turning on the light to look at myself in the mirror and- fuck.

The hoodie I'm wearing is not mine, it's Jungkook's. I throw my head back in annoyance and let out a loud groan. "I'm so stupiiiid!"

I ball my fists and glare at myself in the mirror, taking notice of my unkempt hair and smudged remnants of makeup.

And to add to my just-had-sex-but-it's-the-morning-after look, I APPEARED TO DO THE WALK OF SHAME FROM HIS DORM TO MINE!

I smack my head against the bathroom door in a fit of frustration before huffing loudly.

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I'm half asleep and it's after 1pm when I hear a knock at my door. I get up and pull the hood of Jungkook's hoodie off of my head while I go to the door.

I open it and meet Jessie. But before I can even greet her, she takes one single glance at my appearance and starts interrogating,

"You fucked Jungkook last night?"

"What? No!" I distort my face in disgust while she pushes her way through my doorway and into my dorm room.

"Well you sure as hell look like it." She gestures to me. "You left the party with Jungkook and someone said they saw you going to his dorm. Then you leave in the morning looking like you just had sex? And you're wearing his clothes?"

"Look, I know all of the puzzle pieces fit together, but we didn't do anything." I tell her honestly. "I left the party and he followed me out. When I got to my dorm, I didn't have my room key so I called you but you didn't answer." I explain, "So I just stayed at his dorm under the condition that he would ignore my existence completely and not even look at me."

She's speechless, and she uncrosses her arms from her chest, "How does that explain your smudged makeup and messy hair?"

"Have you ever slept in your makeup?"

She nods and the truth shows itself to her. "So... You didn't screw him?" She asks for confirmation and I nod.

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that even if we were the last two people on Earth."

"Good," she laughs and lets out a sigh.

I'm quiet for a moment before speaking again, "Why wouldn't you want me to, anyway?"

"Well, I know how manipulative he is," she says and goes to my mini fridge. "It's easy for him to convince even the goodiest of goody-two-shoes to get under the sheets with him. You don't like him at all, so I don't want you to regret something like that for the rest of your life."

I don't think I would regret it for the rest of my life- wait, nononono she's right.

"Which brings me to this question: Why exactly are you wearing his hoodie?"

"He kind of... Gave it to me so I could wear it for the night and then, uh, when I left I forgot I had it." I hold my hands together insecurely and look down.

"I think Oliver knows where his dorm is," She states, "I'll have him return it for you."

"It's 210," I tell her, "I'll give it back in a little bit."

"Alright," she gives me a weird look before changing the subject. "I made a couple more slides on our presentation by the way."

"I think we'll be the first ones done." I sit down on the edge of my bed and she sits on my couch.

"Me too, and I'm positive we'll get an A." She smirks.

"How can you be so sure?" I ask.

"Let's just say I know we're going to get an A, even if we deserve something less." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Uhhhh, okay?" I squint at her with my brows knitted together. "Should I look into this more or...?"

"Nope." She smiles innocently and I drop the questioning.

»»»Monday, after classes»»»

I go to the library by myself for some peace and quiet. Reading a new book, I lean back in the big chair and put my feet on the footstool in front of me.

Just as things get interesting between the two loving characters in the novel, a squeaky voice pings between my ears.

"Ellie, I need to talk with you." Harley stomps up to me with her heels clicking against the wooden floor.

"And why is that?" I put my book down on my lap, keeping my finger in between the pages to bookmark it.

"I just need to. Now." She demands, "I can't say it in here because I don't want you to cause a scene and get loud in a library, so let's go outside." She snaps quietly.

I tick my head to the side and bite my inner cheek. "Whatever." I put a ripped piece of paper in place of my finger and set the book on the table beside the chair before standing up.

She stares down at me with a haughty smirk and it only forces my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

She rushes outside and I follow her, seeing the librarian lady with her glasses on the tip of her pointy nose watching us leave together.

"Okay Miss Sunshine," Harley starts but I interrupt her.

"Miss Sunshine? What?" I put my hand on my hip.

"Oh, does he not call you that, too?" She speaks to me like a baby.

"What the hell are you on, Harley?" I glower at her. "What are you even talking about?"

"I'm talking about Jungkook, you idiot!" She shouts at me. "I know more about that man then you will ever know about him. One night under his sheets doesn't make up for the years that I was under them."

"We didn't do anything together." I scoff at her accusation. "I don't care about your 'years that you were under his sheets'." I put my hands in quotes and mock her.

"Oh, yes you did." She states like it's a fact. "I know you fucked him, but I'll also have you know that you'll never be close to him like I am. I know things about him that you won't come close to in your lifetime." She spits viciously and I feel my entire body heat up with anger.

"I never even touched him!" I exclaim and throw my hands into the air, letting them fall back to my body with a huff. "Nothing is happening between us."

"Don't act like I didn't see you two leaving the party together. And don't act like I didn't see your walk of shame the next morning." Her voice is acid against me and I honestly don't know how to combat it.

"Exactly." She says to my speechlessness. "You know I'm right. That was the only night you were going to get with him and you know it."

I still can't muster any words. I don't know what to say or where to even start.

She nods at her own success of tearing me down and walks away confidently with her heels clicking against the cement sidewalk. "Oh," She turns around, "And he only screwed you because he saw your ass. Don't think so highly of yourself."

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So what do you think of Harley? She'll be popping up a bit in the future chapters

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