"Dude, have you checked out some of the newer freshman that came here this semester? They're wild bro, you should try hooking up with them to forget-"

"Not now Taehyung, just don't mention her."

"You're no fun."

Listening to Taehyungs stories about his new 'girl of the week' truly made Jungkook physically sick to his stomach. He was almost convinced that he'd fuck anything in sight as long as it had a nice pair of tits, a pussy, and an ass. As they walked from football practice, sore as ever, they went to go grab some food at the nearby convenience store, until they both heard music blasting from the music wing.

"What the fuck is that trash playing?" Taehyung, with his curious personality, walked in the direction of the music, clearly ready to knock the person out if they don't obey his order to turn it down.

"Dude let's just go, it's bad enough you're on probation for knocking a mathlete out for not giving you the test answers."

Tuning his younger friend's pleas, he stopped by the window, looking for possibly a group of transfer students minding their own business, but instead was met with a male with leggings and a tight, black tank top on.

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"WATCH YOUR FOOTWORK JIMIN, YOUR LANDINGS ARE ROUGH!"

Gracefully jumping through the air in timing with the classical piano music playing, he spun, twisting his body in ways most males probably could not. His arm movements were delicate, yet so sharp. His other classmates, predominantly female, were also cheering him on, saying random, short tips and words of encouragement as his performance finally came to a stop. His dance dancer smiled with her eyes forming into small crescent-like moons, then walked over to pause the music.

"Good work Jimin, take a five-minute breather. We'll work on your landings, I can't let your feet give out before the showcase."

As the middle-aged woman walked away, Jimin collapsed in exhaustion, chugging the water his other friend handed to him. He ran a hand through his pitch black hair, enjoying the few moments of rest he received.

"Dude, you killed it out there, your solo is going to be great!" His friend sat down right next to the sweat-drenched boy, handing him a towel.

"Thanks Hoseok. But isn't your teacher going to yell at you for not being back on time?" The redhead smiled, easily outshining the sun with the aroma he gives off.

"We had off today since we have a performance tomorrow. When are you coming back to the dorms, I'd rather have you then the slob that I have to share with. He doesn't even take showers sometimes."

The two laughed and carried on with their conversation, until the dance teacher tapped her dance stick on the ground, capturing everyone's attention.

"That is all we will be doing for today. Jimin, you stay after, everyone else is free to go. Study hard everyone!" As everyone said their goodbyes and left, Jimin stretched, while Hoseok went over to play the music. His dance teacher went over to him, then bent down to his height.

"We're ready when you are."

He stood up, shaking his muscles out, then nodded toward his dance teacher. "I'm ready, Miss Wu."

As Hoseok was about to press the play button, a voice was heard coming from the window.

"Yeah, no the fuck you're not. Turn that god awful shit off, it's giving me a headache."

The dance teacher and the fiery redhead turned towards the voice, looking at the male with the same glare he was giving off.

"And who might you be, mister?" Miss Wu said with an unnaturally calm voice. Miss Wu was not someone to test whether you didn't like her, or not.

"Fuck do you have to know all of that for? Turn that god awful shit off." Taehyung's eyes soon landed on Jimin, who was currently looking down at the floor.

"Of course you're gay ass would be in here. Faggot. Try doing yourself a favor and tell your old crippled friend to shut her mouth for once."

Jimin turned his back on the jock and walked over to Hoseok, who was now on the verge of beating the shit out of Taehyung. He knew he couldn't but if he could just get one good punch in his jaw. Another voice was heard from outside, but thankfully, it wasn't to add to the harassment

"Tae just come on already." Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by the shoulder, pulling him from the window. He unintentionally made eye contact with the dance teacher, who still had a slightly menacing look on her face, and bowed at her slightly.

"미안해." She nodded her head, accepting the apology, then waved Jimin off signaling he could leave for today.

Grabbing his bag, he left the room, and into the bathroom with Hoseok following him.

"Why the hell didn't you curse him out? He was coming at you for absolutely no reason!"

Walking into a shower stall, Jimin pulled the body washes and shampoo out of his bag, then closed the curtain.

"There's many things you just don't do Hoseok, especially with them." He turned the shower on, humming at the feeling of the steaming water relaxing his muscles.

"Is there something I don't know? You know I'm your best friend."

Washing the shampoo out of his hair, he twisted the nozzle left, turning the shower off.

"It's nothing Hoseok, you know they revolve around two things. Football, and getting their dick wet every single night. You know it's been like this ever since I transferred."

He wrapped a towel around his waist, then stepped out the shower, pulling out the change of clothes in his bag. Hoseok looked him up and down playfully, whistling at the sight of seeing his lean, muscular figure.

"Damn, how has nobody smashed yet?"

Receiving a playful punch on his arm, Jimin couldn't hold back the embarrassed laughter from his friend consistent teasing, then finally, stepped into a changing room and put on each article of clothing. Still deciding to mess around with his friend, he peeked through the changing curtains, then yanked them partially open, seeing the black haired males' ass on full display.

"Shit, if I was gay you'd definitely wouldn't be walking for days."

"GET OUT OF MY CHANGING ROOM YOU USED TAMPON."

Jimin, completely forgetting he still didn't have any coverage of his lower half, ran towards the certain to attempt to close it. But of course, Hoseok wouldn't budge without one more snarky, playful comment.

"I'd do a split on that-"

"HOSEOK I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T LET ME CHANGE IN PEACE."

Laughing until his face turned completely red, he closed the curtains and finally let his friend put the rest of his clothes on. Stepping out, Hoseok still was stifling laughs as Jimin gave him a playful death glare, then pulled out a blow dryer to style his damp hair.

"Damn Dora, how much stuff do you even have in your backpack?" Jimin snorted a little bit, trying to focus on not burning himself with the high heat of the dryer.

"I go straight to work after this you know, it's not like I want to carry this around all day." Running the styling gel through his hair, he unplugged the dryer and put everything away, swinging the back across his shoulder. Jimin pulled his phone out, eyes going wide at the time.

"Shit, do you mind giving me a ride to work again Hobi?"

His friend nodded in understanding, then walked off to his car, driving towards his job.

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"Did you really have to do that Kook? You hate that type of shit too!"

"Yeah, but you don't have to be a bitch about it you know."

Taehyung sighed, not really caring what his friend had to say as his hunger was more important to him. While walking through the busy streets of Seoul, a familiar car drove up to the two, then a window rolled down, revealing their two close teammates, BamBam and Yugeyom.

"Yo, we're going to 소공동, you in?" The two captains looked at each other, then back at Yugyeom.

"Yeah, but is it the one near that new strip club?" Jungkook sighed at the thought of Taehyungs typical questions, but knew he would still agree no matter what.

"Hell yeah it is. You wanna check it out later on? I think some of the chicks from our school are there too." Yugyeom gave a convincing smile, then Taehyung opened the car door, sliding to the far left while Jungkook sat opposite of him.

"You had me at food and sluts, let's go."

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OH MY GOD, ALLY IS ACTUALLY ALIVE? Hell yeah, ya girl has finally risen from the dead and decided to write a new story. Because Cold Thoughts actually looks like a major tragedy.

However, if you want me to continue it...I will. There isn't much to write anyway, I just really haven't had any inspiration to write it to be honest.

That's all. Chapter 2 will be out soon, my workload has decreased finally.

~🌸Ally🌸~