Jin stretched his hands over his head as a yawn left his mouth. His eyes drooped and he was only a paragraph away from falling flat on his face and dozing off, so he shut his textbook.

Exhaling, he got to his feet and trudged out of the room in his comfy pajamas bottom and large T-shirt. He hadn't had anything to eat other than an apple since that morning. He had been indulged in reading all day, trying to cover up his courses before exams started the next week. He wouldn't lie, it was stressing him too much, but he would rather get stressed than get held back an extra year because of low grades.

Also, he had Jackson to study with in the libary, some times. During those times, studying didn't seem so boring than they did when he studied alone. When he studied with someone else, when they interacted, he could go hours without standing from his spot. But since that morning, he had peed 14 times, gone to the kitchen to drink water 9 times, rearranged his reading desk 2 times and read all the title of the books on his shelf 4 times.

Maybe he was a nerd, but it was to an extent. He was already bored out of his mind, and couldn't imagine opening his book for another 5 seconds.

In the Kitchen, he stood in front of the open freezer contemplating what to eat. He could eat cold pizza, or make a sandwich, or eat the leftover chicken salad Hoseok had the previous night. But he shut the freezer, only grabbing a can of Sprite. He was craving hot, fresh food. He grabbed his phone and dialled the number of the Chinese restaurant just down the school road. He made his order and they assured him that his food would get to him in 15 minutes.

With that 15 minutes, Seokjin went to take a hot shower, change into a cleaner pajamas bottom and shirt, and settle in front of the TV to watch Skyscraper.

It was already evening. The hostel slowly got filled with students coming back from their respective outings. Voices, laughters of both male and female bounced about in the ceiling and outside the door. Loud conflicting songs played from different rooms; in one room Taylor Swift's Reputation played, in another Rihanna's Needed Me played, and Seokjin could faintly hear Gucci Gang play from the room below his own. But those were all on the side, he was more interested in The Rock climbing a hundred storey building. And in his food getting there faster. His stomach grumbled angrily.

Seokjin clutched his stomach tight. It almost ate him out. The worms were relentless. They were eager and furious. "Feed me, you inconsiderate host!" He heard the little worm yell, tugging him from inside.

"Relax, baby," Seokjin cooed, rubbing his stomach. Soon, he was laughing at his own imagination and joke.

A knock came on the door about 10 minutes later, pulling Seokjin from the world of burning skyscrapers and bad men. He turned towards the door hopefully, and got to his feet. His bare feet touched with the cold floor, sending a shiver up his spine and reminding him to wear socks.

He unlocked the door and opened it. His hope shattering. Jackson stood outside the door, red-eyed, grinning at him. He laughed when he saw Jin's excited look fade into one of disappointment.

"Who were you expecting?"

Seokjin sighed. He ushered Jackson into his room and shut the door behind them. "No. It's not that."

"What then?" Jackson made himself at home by ramaging the freezer.

Seokjin followed him, loosing interest in the movie since his excitement for the movie had been propelled by his excitement of having his food delivered on time.

"It's just... I was expecting my food," He answered sincerely.

"You're hungry?" Jackson asked, opening the can of Sprite. He took a large thirsty gulp.

Seokjin shrugged. "I only ate an Apple since today."

Jackson emptied the content of the drink and squished the can. "I have food."

"You do?" Seokjin's eyes lit up like large bulbs.

"Hold on!" Jackson brushed past him and raced out of the room.

Seokjin remained in the Kitchen waiting for Jackson to come back with his food, or for the delivery person to keep to their word and get him his order. It was already past the time they told him.

When Jackson came back, he was with a plate of steaming hot rice. He dropped it on the table, grabbed a spoon from the drawer and shoved it in Seokjin's hand. "Eat."

Seokjin contemplated eating. He knew Jackson's way of cooking. He always added an extea ingredient to the meal. "Did you- Is weed in this rice?"

Jackson smiled, knowingly his bloodhsot eyes disappearing. "Just freaking eat, man." Ah! That's why his eyes were as red as blood. He was high! "You're not a kid. You can handle a little vegetable in your rice, can't you? By the ways, it's only a little."

Weed wouldn't kill him, right? By the ways, he was a big boy he could handle himself. Right?

Seokjin dug in and began to eat hungrily while Jackson grabbed his third can of Sprite and emptied the can in almost an instant.

After tidying the plate, Seokjin collapsed on the floor in the living room, stomach full. His breathing got heavy, he was overfed.

"How'd you like it?" Jackson asked, next to him sitting crisscrossed.

Seokjin shrugged slowly. "The food was nice. Thanks."

"And..."

"And what?"

"You know, how are you feeling?" Jackson asked, smiling smugly.

At the back of Seokjin's eyes tugged him, like his eyes were about to sink inside. He nodded. "I'm fine. Very."

Jackson raised a brow. "You don't feel some type of way?"

Seokjin shook his head. "Nope. Why?" He lied, adding a laugh at the end of his words.

"Wow, my man, you're fucking strong. I mean, I feel high as a motherfucker." Jackson pinched his eyes, then pulled his lip into his teeth, he looked at Seokjin quizzically. "It's your first time getting high right?"

Seokjin nodded. "I don't feel high though." Within him, his whole body was growing in tiredness. He bolted up from his lying position. "I feel normal." He felt like a dying person.

"My man!" Jackson cheered, chuckling.

Heat waves fired through Seokjin's body. He could almost feel hot vapour seep from his pores. He ran a hand through his hairs, bringing it down to his ear and pinching on the single piercing. He let his head fall briefly as he shut his eyes. My God!

He wanted to fall forward on his head. He could feel his body slowly tip over, so he sat up straight.

Jackson looked at him, an amused smirk playing on his lip. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Seokjin laughed. "Of course." Then he couldn't stop. He began to laugh so hard and hysterically, like Kevin Hart was in the room and had just cracked the funniest joke of all time.

The other guy scoffed a laugh. Seokjin was going crazy. He was high as fuck, but he was trying so hard to fight it. Jackson could see him struggle with it.

Jackson got to his feet. He stretched out his hand towards Seokjin. "Come on. Get up."

Seokjin stopped laughing and looked up at him, his eyes reddened and droopy. "Huh?"

"Get up," Jackson said, this time taking Seokjin's hand and pulling in up.

"Why-" Seokjin staggered backwards, but Jackson was quick to wrap a protective grip around him and hold him to his feet.

"Easy." Jackson watched that he was stable then continued talking. "We're going to a party."

"What?" Seokjin breathed. "Party? What party?" His voice had reduced to a whisper, light and smooth.

"A friend's. You need to dance off your highness."

"I'm not a prince... Jackson."

Jackson chuckled. "Okay, Jin. Go on and change."

Seokjin began to make his way out of the room, unsure of where he was going. Jackson ran after him before he walked out of his dorm room. He placed his hand on the door as Seokjin fumbled with the lock.

"To your bedroom, Seokjin. Not the hallway," Jackson laughed.

"Oh, I thought you said party..."

"I know. We are. But you can't leave in your pajamas, right?" Jackson asked softly, as he began to walk Seokjin into the house.

"Right." Seokjin nodded. Then he frowned. "But it's so comfortable, Jackson. Why do I have to change?"

"Because we're going to a party."

"A party? What party?" Seokjin turned to look at him confused.

"Let's just go, man." Jackson snickered.

After getting Seokjin to wear his clothes, they both left the house when the delivery guy met them at the door.

"This guy is crazy," Seokjin purred as they walked past, ignoring him. "I ordered food over 2 hours ago. I can't believe he's just coming. What if I had died? But I didn't. You saved me. You brought me food, so I'm still alive. I didn't die, Jackson. Owww...." He groaned then sighed. "This is crazy. I feel weird. I'm okay. I'm not high at all. But things are just weird. I think I'm sick."

Jackson nodded listening to him as they exited the building.

"You know last week, I caught a cold and- wait, have you heard from Jungkook? You know him right?" Seokjin stopped walking and turned to Seokjim abruptly. His face was pulled in a sad look.

"Yes, sure. Jungkook, that... That guy from.. That time, yeah." Jackson nodded and led him on. "Let's walk."

"He's a cool guy, you know? He's really cute. And soft. He's funny too. But don't tell Hoseok I said that, okay?" Seokjin shoved his index finger against Jackson's lip. "Shhhh. Hoseok will get mad that I'm talking about another guy. But it's not my fault. My choco kookie makes me feel important. He doesn't treat me like Hoseok. Hoseoke hits me." He shook his head. "My kookie doesn't. He's so innocent. He likes to hug me. And I think he wants to kiss me." Seokjin grinned. He could barely see 3 feet in front. His eyes had almost completely disappeared from how high he was. "He always looks at my lips when I talk. He thinks I don't see him. And, you know, he has nice lips too. I wouldn't mind if he kisses me. I think I'll kiss him back. I think I'll enjoy it... Maybe more than I enjoy doing it with Hoseok. But.. you know, Hoseok will kill me. He'll kill Kookie. I'd die if he hurts my chocolate chip kookie."

When Seokjin stopped talking Jackson couldn't deny he had heard a lot more than Seokjin would have wanted him to hear. He doubted Jin would have wanted to tell him that he was in love with someone else. And in a way, Jackson felt for Jin. The dude had suffered from his boyfriend, he had met a guy who might be crazy for him, but he still stuck with his pysycho, self centered asshole of a boyfriend. Ir Jackson could, he would kidnap Hoseok, bound him with thick rope and throw him into s well, then lock the well with a padlock and toss the key into the lagoon, so Jin could be free.

But he could see, Seokjin was in love with the guy. But he was tightly bound by the invisible leash of Hoseok's malevolence.

In the spur of the moment, Jackson came up with an idea. Maybe it was the weed, but he knew what to do. He knew how to make Seokjin happy, be with this Jungkook guy. He was going to break Seokjin and Hoseok up. And he knew just how to go about it.

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I think... My Perfect Hyung might be my final book on Wattpad. I don't think I'll release another book after this one.