"Why are you so obsessed with me? Leave me the hell alone!" Jin whisper-yelled into his phone, his voice sharp yet restrained. His eyes flickered toward the door he'd just stormed through, making sure it was shut tight. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and he swiped it away with an irritated huff. "I'm not interested anymore. Don't you get it? Don't call my phone again."

His fingers curled tightly around the device, his knuckles turning white, but his lips pulled into a smirk—an exhausted, almost amused smirk—as if he had expected this drama all along.

Across the room, Jungkook barely reacted. He had heard this conversation too many times to be shocked anymore. His dark eyes flickered away from his laptop screen, tracing the sheen of sweat on Jin's bare chest. The dim glow from his desk lamp accentuated the sculpted curves of Jin's torso, the dragon tattoo curling over his ribs like it had been born from fire. The Psalm 23 inked on the opposite side felt almost ironic. Jin was a walking contradiction, and Jungkook wasn't sure which part of him—the reckless, impulsive side or the rare, unexpectedly soft one—was more real.

Jin exhaled harshly, dragging his fingers through his damp, overgrown hair. He bunched it atop his head in frustration before letting it fall around his face like twin curtains being drawn apart. His jaw clenched as his frustration built, and then—

"Dude, FUCK OFF!" He practically snarled into the phone before ending the call and throwing it onto his bed like it had personally offended him.

Jungkook, unimpressed, adjusted his glasses and kept typing. "He's going to hear you, you know?" His voice was even, mildly disapproving, but not surprised.

Jin turned, his brows knitting together. "Who?"

"Your guest."

The color drained from Jin's face. "Shit!" He spun around and dashed out of the room with the urgency of a man fleeing a crime scene.

Jungkook shook his head, lips pressing into a thin line. His lost-cause of a roommate had done it again. There was no redemption for Jin. Or maybe there was, but if there were, Jungkook was pretty sure Jin didn't want it.

Jin was a man who thrived on excess. He lived for indulgence—drinking, clubbing, sleeping with strangers, and testing every limit set before him. And for a guy like Jungkook, who had grown up in a Christian household where sin was painted in bold red warning signs, living with Jin had been nothing short of a battlefield for his morals.

When Jungkook had first moved to Seoul for school, he hadn't wanted to live on campus or in the school dorms, so he searched for an apartment instead.

The single-room apartments were too expensive and his parents had barely been able to afford his tuition as it was. the only alternative was to find a two-bedroom and split the rent.

His high school friend Jimin, also a student at Seoul National University, introduced him to his cousin- who, conveniently, needed a roommate.

"You don't mind a little smoke, do you?" had been the first thing Jin asked when they met.

The apartment was clean, close to school and the rent was cheap. Saying no would've been stupid. Jungkook figured he could handle a little smoke.

Turned out, a little smoke was an understatement. And Jin? The biggest manwhore Jungkook had ever met.

When his parents had asked if his roommate was a godly person, Jungkook had lied. Shamefully. But after that, he never had to lie again. His parents had spoken to Jin over the phone in an attempt to "get to know his roommate."

Somehow, Jin had charmed them in under five minutes. The sweet, affectionate side of him—the one that answered every question with a respectful "Yes, sir" and ended every call with a warm "Take care, ma"—was the only version of Jin they knew.

If only they saw what Jungkook saw.

Jin reappeared twenty minutes later, grinning like a man who had just talked his way out of a speeding ticket. He had thrown on a shirt—backward, of course—but at least he was clothed now.

Jungkook removed his headphones, glaring at him. "You were loud."

Jin blinked innocently, placing a hand on his chest. "Me? Loud? Impossible."

"You're always loud."

Jin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I had the stereo on, so you wouldn't hear his screams."

Jungkook visibly cringed, shutting his eyes for a second too long as if that would erase the memory of hearing someone moan 'harder' through the walls.

"The stereo wasn't loud enough," Jungkook muttered under his breath.

Jin bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh. "Oops." Then he leaned in, voice dipping into something dangerously amused. "You jealous or something, Roomie?"

Jungkook shoved past him with a deadpan expression and stepped out of his room. "I'd rather choke on a spoon." Through the open door to Jin's rom, he caught a glimpse of the disaster zone-pillows on the floor, sheets half-pulled from the bed, evidence of the atrocities that had taken place.

He quickly looked away. Jungkook never entered Jin's lair. It felt like stepping into Sodom and Gomorrah- a silent sin just by existing in the space.

Jin cackled as he trailed behind him into the kitchen.  "Did I distract your homework?"

"You'd be distracting me if I actually knew what I was doing," Jungkook admitted, rubbing his temples. "I barely wrote a few words."

Jin leaned against the fridge, arms still folded, a smug grin tugging at his lips. "Need my help?"

Jungkook tilted his head, considering. "Do you know anything about history?"

Jin made a dramatic thinking pose before snapping his fingers. "Nope!"

"Then I don't need your help."

"Why not?" Jin asked. "Two heads are better than one, remember?"

"Not if one is empty," Jungkook said, earning a groan from Jin. "Okay. Half empty."

Jin frowned. "What about half full?"

"Fine. One head is half full," he rephrased, causing Jin to smile like he'd just won a lottery. Jungkook turned and grabbed pasta from the cupboard. "Are you going to be around for dinner?"

"Unfortunately, I have a party tonight." Jin retrieved a can of beer from the fridge, popping it open with a single flick of his thumb. He downed it in one go like it was water, leaving Jungkook watching in a mix of disbelief and morbid fascination.

"Again?" Jungkook asked. "Haven't you had enough fun for one day?"

Jin grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Life's too short, baby boy."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Jimin is coming over tonight. We're watching Oppenheimer and having a home-cooked meal. In case you change your mind."

Jin snorted. "Your boyfriend's coming over and you think I'd stay back? Hell no. I'm not a cock-blocker! You two need all the privacy you can get."

"You're not 'blocking any cock,' Jin."

Jin winked. "Just putting it out there, you have the whole place to yourselves tonight, Roomie. Enjoy."

Two hours later, Jungkook sat curled up on the couch, sleeves of his sweater pulled over his hands as if they could provide warmth against the sudden chill in the room. The movie played in the background, but his mind wasn't on it. His thoughts kept wandering to the man beside him. Jimin.

Jimin was steady, anchored in a way Jungkook had never been. There was something calming about him—the way his ambition radiated quietly, a soft hum beneath everything else. His dream of working for Microsoft, his recently confirmed internship at one of the top IT corporations in America—Jungkook admired his drive.

But tonight... tonight, his thoughts kept drifting, slipping out of control as he sat beside him. The way Jimin's glasses caught the dim glow of the screen, the way his fingers tapped lightly against the armrest. Everything about him felt like a stark contrast to Jin's chaotic energy. And yet... Jungkook couldn't help but feel drawn to both of them in ways he didn't understand.

"I hate physics," Jimin mumbled, pushing up his glasses on his nose with his knuckles.

"Me too," Jungkook replied, his voice distracted. He wasn't much for science; his interests lay in words, in stories, in history.

Jimin turned to him with a chuckle. "Are you not enjoying the movie?"

Jungkook shook his head, his chest tightening with something more than just frustration. "Not really."

"Then why are we watching it?"

Jungkook sighed, feeling embarrassed. "I thought you'd like it."

Jimin's gaze softened, his expression shifting into something warmer. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Jungkook's lips, fleeting but enough to make his heart stumble. "We can just watch something else, hon."

Jungkook's breath caught in his throat, the tension in his chest slowly easing. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Jimin reached for the remote with a teasing grin. "How about Nightmare on Elm Street?"

Jungkook stiffened at the suggestion. "A horror movie?"

"Yeah. Don't tell me you're scared?" Jimin teased.

Jungkook forced a chuckle, but his stomach churned in a way he couldn't quite explain. "Of course not! They aren't even real."

Jimin leaned in, his voice a playful whisper as he pulled Jungkook closer. "Some are."

Jungkook swallowed hard, the teasing in Jimin's voice doing little to calm the sudden rush of nerves. Oh, Lord. What am I getting myself into?

A/n: We're here again 🥰

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