*mature scene ahead*
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"When butterflies are in love, do you think they feel humans in their stomachs?" Taehyung laid down staring at the ceiling in full thought while Jimin was on his laptop doing research.

"Taehyung, my love, I would love to entertain you but right now I have to figure out how to be a drug dealer."

The couple were in Jimin's college dorm which came with the essentials for any college students. Double beds, an okay amount of storage space, opposite desks for studying and thin walls to keep everyone up at night.

Although Jimin and Hoseok were dorm mates Taehyung was the one that mainly occupied the space. Hoseok's main rule was "As long as you guys clean up after yourselves, you're good."

"Where the fuck am I supposed go get this big light from? Hoseok and I would be kicked out immediately if they saw that shit in here."

"Speaking of him, why are you so against Hoseok going out with that girl."

Taehyung sat up and sat in the spinning chair, opposite to where Jimin was sitting. He wheels himself over next to his boyfriend and watches him get frustrated over the process of growing his own (illegal) drugs.

"It's a gut feeling. Like something much more serious than a little crush. Like this girl is nowhere to be found on campus and just pops up one day. And I know I've seen her downtown." Jimin said passionately.

"You mean 'Gotham City' downtown?"

"Yes! I just can't remember when or where."Jimin bit his lip. His head running with a thousand thoughts and solutions to his problem.

"Well, I say you just let it be. You never know where it might go for them. They might even get married, have a child, then tragically die in an alley way...."

"Babe that's The Batman origin story." Jimin tried to hide his laugh.

"Besides that," Taehyung turned Jimin's chair to face him. "This is an experience for the two of them. And besides you don't have the money to just hire someone and solve your issues."

Lightbulb.

"That's it!" Jimin shot up out his chair and paced around the room. "I'll hire someone to spy on her and grow my drugs. With the money I make from the weed, I'll be able to pay the spy and rat her out. Taehyung you're a genius!"

"I am?" Taehyung looked at his boyfriend, slightly judging yet concerned. He knew he always had some crazy schemes but he seemed determined to go through with this one

Jimin sat on his lap, "Yes my little smurf. You are smarter than you think you are."

"Wait babe—You're missing the point. I never said..." Taehyung's words trail off ass Jimin's lips kiss his neck. He knew it was a trap.

"W-Wait..babe!"

"Do you want me to stop?" Jimin's voice was low and seductive. Taehyung felt a chill down his spine as the pink haired male caressed with side of his face and dragged his hand down to his neck.

Jimin watched as Taehyung's face turn red with excitement and the bulge underneath him grow more, twitching at the slightest movements.

"I'll take that as a no"

***

Hoseok

I'm not the type to get nervous about anything and I mean anything at all. Mostly calm and reserved at times. Always kept my cool never once got jitters.

So why in hell are my palms so sweaty right now?!

I'm sweating bullets and I feel like this leather jacket is way too tight on me. It's not like I'm meeting a celebrity. It's just this beautiful woman that I just had to cross paths with. The same woman that resembles and embodies my imaginary wife. Everything about her is exactly what I imagined but there's always this doubtful voice saying that I'm not the one she imagined.

I'm an embarrassment to my family and a disappointment to everything they stand for. Sometimes I'm worried I'll turn into my father, ruining the only good things in his life and throwing it all for nothing. Nothing but suffering and anguish, the burning desire to be perfect just killing you until you finally end up where you belong...

Behind bars.

His words ring inside my head over and over again. I'm so deep in thought that I don't even notice Mara standing right in front of me. When I finally look up I'm met with the most majestic eyes ever. I don't even realize that she's not wearing makeup until now. She never did the other times we met before.

She's all-natural

"Are you an alright stalker? You seem a little...."

"Tense? Yeah, I know." I stuff my hands inside my pockets while she shakes her head. "I was going to say like you got a dick up your ass but tense works too." I roll my eyes and she playful hits my arm. "I'm surprised you even showed up actually." Mara bites her lip and the innocent look on her face makes my body tingle.

"Why wouldn't I come?"

Mara shrugs and looks down as if she's a scolded child. She rocks back and forth on her heels before looking at me. "Most guys tend to run away from me. They feel intimidated by me and just ghost me. So I thought maybe you wouldn't show." She mumbles the last part.

Her words sound pained and I feel my jaw clench. My blood boiling at the thought of any man who would just leave a woman like her. Do they not see the beauty that I see?

"Mara, what are you talking about?" I walk up to her. "Of course I would show up. I don't know but talking to you seems to make my day at times. Like it's fucking crazy how we just met but I can feel it."

I stop right in front of her as her eyes look up at me. The sunlight radiates off her smooth skin and I have the sudden urge to brush her hair out of her face.

"Feel what Hoseok?" She remembered my name and said it with such a sweet tone that they're twice the amount of butterflies as before. I open my mouth but the words don't seem to come out. Mara continues to look up at me. She's asking for an answer.

"Look, I've never actually met someone like you. You're beautiful, mysterious, maybe even bad for me but I wanna see where this could take us. This connection or some type of magnet pulling us together. It's small but it's pulling us together at an increasing rate. I've never been this nervous or excited to talk to anyone before. Hell, I'm not even this excited every time I have sex." Mara giggles and it only makes me smile. She shakes her head and her hands press against my chest.

"Are you sure you haven't been smelling anything to make you orgasmic?" I scoff and I don't even notice when my hands are on her hips.

"No, no, I know it's this connection we have. I mean who else would strip naked like we do?"

Her lips curve into a sensual smirk and I almost choke. Her eyes are piercing into mine when she slowly moves her lips to my ear.

"Then prove it."

***

Jin walks into his afternoon class exhausted and drained from addressing so many students at the college during the meeting. As dorm monitor, it was his job to make sure his section of the living quarters were safe and well mannered. What he didn't expect was for the meeting to drag on the way it did.

He takes his normal seat right next to Hoseok's brother. Yes, Jin didn't tell Hoseok that he had this class with him but he had all the right reasons.

Jin always wondered why Hoseok thought differently of his brother. He was only protecting him. Hoseok repeatedly reminded him that he would never know what that felt like seeing he was an only child. Jin shakes out the negative thoughts in his head and walks over to his isle.

"Hey, Jin." Namjoon waves at him and Jin can feel his ears turn red.

"H-Hey Namjoon."

Jin curses at himself for stuttering and quickly sits down. Namjoon already has his notebook out while Jin pulls out his laptop. Namjoon looks over his arms to see Jin typing away.

"I don't know how you can take notes on your laptop. It doesn't feel traditional to me." Namjoon turns to Jin and the older male can only scream on the inside while freezing on the outside.

Traditional? What the fuck is that Namjoon? Say something else. Quick! He thought to himself.

"But I've never seen anyone with organized notes as yours. Especially in that pink font you have." Namjoon smiles and his deep dimples show. Jin can only smile and nod his head.

"Why thank you it took a lot of time but I manage." is what he wanted to say. But only ends up with a head nod. Namjoon tilts his head. Before he could speak again the doors of the room are kicked open.

Walking into the room was a blonde-haired male. His lip busted and leather jacket on his body. Jin is praying that they don't walk close to him but it ends up being more than he expected. The male stands right by Jin's desk looking down at him.

"You're in my seat."

His voice is low and Jin shudders before quickly packing up his belongings. Namjoon puts his hand on Jin's and stands. "Yoongi chill. They're plenty of seats in this classroom. You can sit next to me tomorrow." The shorter male rolls his eyes and move to the next aisle and sits directly behind Jin.

Jin can feel his eyes burning through him. Suddenly a paper ball is thrown at him and he turns around. Yoongi smiles innocently and leans over. "Could you pass me that paper ball?" He flutters his eyelashes while Jin picks up the ball. He hands it to him and turns back around; looking over his notes.

The ball hits him again and he stays still. It remains like this till the end of class with Jin praying he could get through the day without killing anyone.

***

Mara

"Then prove it."

I make sure to drag my hands down his chest when I move back. I get chills from the lustful look in Hoseok's eyes and practically melt. I bite my lip, trying to keep my cool but this man is making it all too difficult. He has a firm grip on my waist and has me trapped under his gaze. I want to look away but I can't.

His hand glides along my back and he leans me back slightly. Hoseok's face gets closer to mine and I can hear the thudding beat of my heart. The closer he gets the more I become nervous. His eyes finally shut and all that tension is gone.

Finally, I might get the kiss I've always wanted. The kiss that will leave me hooked to this attractive man, that is so much like my imaginary husband. Everything about him makes me want to hold him but treat him so well in bed at the same time.

In my past relationships, I've never felt anything like this. This feels so surreal that I have to question if it's too good to be true. But I push those thoughts aside. Even if it's only in the moment I won't mind being in his arms.

I can feel his light breath fan against my face and I pucker my lips slightly. Finally, I'm going kiss—

"SPIDER!"

Wait for what?

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honestly I don't understand why mucus works the way it does