Big Jet Plane - Angus and Julia Stone

Never in Yeosang's life has he felt so entirely relaxed until now.

And that says a lot.

It all happened the second he finished his last final exam, knowing so damn well he did amazing just by how easy those questions were to answer. It was like answering a kindergarten test. In some way Yeosang has mastered connecting any type of topic that he's being tested on to real life scenarios, such as physics and literature.

Jeongguk loves poetry. He would never shut up about his favorite classical and modern poets, waltzing Yeosang through the deeper meaning behind the stories and how to look from a different perspective than what it appears.

Slowly that's how Literature became easy.

As for physics, that was when Taehyung came to play. Taehyung is a mathematical genius, the only reason being because he thinks about real life scenarios to make this easier for him, especially in physics. Yeosang has caught onto that habit when Taehyung would tutor him while he was younger, and now it comes so naturally and that's how it just seems so easy.

Academics was never something Yeosang ever had to worry about. Despite his parents not being the greatest and purest when it comes to the goodness of the spectrum to society, they're intelligent when it comes to teaching.

Obviously, if not then Yeosang wouldn't have turned out the way he is now.

Besides, college has been pretty slow as of now..... Most of the things they teach here he already has been taught before.

And he has a good memory, so that comes in handy when reviewing these things.

So that's why Yeosang walked out of that exam room with a very relieved expression on his stressed features, probably even threw all of his notes to a nearby trash can on the way out.

Not like he'll need it anymore.

Now he has more important things to focus on.

Yesterday was the day Joshua left to California and Yeosang really wanted to go over and say something to him before he left, anything, but he didn't.

He couldn't.

Joshua has been safe as of now, and he needs to remain safe.

Even if he's hurting.

This winter break will definitely be what he needs in order to get himself back on his feet, and Yeosang has no doubt he'll eventually forget about him since he's not exactly alone.

Now Yeosang just wants to go back to that penthouse suite and-

Drastically all of Yeosang's features fell, scrunching back into those stressed lines as a sudden reality began to hit him.

Jimin is also staying with him.

He's moving in today since today is the last day of exam week.

The worst part of this probably isn't the moving process, but for how long he's staying over. As long as he's a walking target, there's no telling how long he'll be staying by Yeosang's side.

Probably even for next semester, and Yeosang is only left hoping that's not the case anymore after winter break. Joshua probably wouldn't question it often if Jimin is away since he always is, but for Yeosang's sanity he'll prefer Jimin gone as soon as possible.

Hopefully he's at least neat....

With a heavy groan, Yeosang snags his phone out from his pocket and immediately texts Jimin to make sure he's ready since he'll be by the dorms in ten minutes. Truth is the dorms isn't that far, but Yeosang will need a cigarette break before facing his headache.

The apartment he once lived in Lisa took care of paying for the rest of the yearly lease just so Yeosang could stay at the penthouse. It'll be safer there and in that way his parents won't be on the craze look out to where he is.

Truth is, they didn't want Yeosang to stay at Lisa's property due to the fact he'll most likely be discovered easily. But it's one of the most safest and well protected hotels for men that do this dirty business, and Yeosang trusts Lisa's intuition on that.

So guess him and Jimin will have to accommodate to the new living arrangement, even if Yeosang has to sleep on the floor like a dog just to not think of sleeping next to a naked Jimin who fucks himself to sleep.

Who knows what he would pull in the middle of the night just to piss him off.

So giving Jimin time and smoking a bit outside, Yeosang goes into the dorms without the key since it's still early and is happy to see everyone nearly gone. Much easier to just get Jimin's dorm without the eyes of people gawking at him as though he did something wrong.

Well he has but they don't need to know the details.

Just as he arrives to the familiar door, he knocks. Yeosang waits while leaning against the wall but then slowly stares at a familiar spot and starts to remember the last time he was here.

His skin starts to burn and his abdomen pinched just remembering how Jimin's lips slowly moved against his that night, almost as though it was something he hungered for. Even if Jimin says he's not a passionate person, that kiss provoked something that clearly they both felt.

And it hungered for them to want more, at the moment at least.

By now Yeosang's breathing grew heavy and his body grew stiff, clawing a hand to his lower abdomen as his dick twitched hard under his pants. Yeosang did the mistake in remembering, and now he's left into thinking what would've happened if he didn't.

No matter how hard he tries to tell himself to fight back, that this is what Jimin wants and it's to make him weak for him, when he thinks back to their moments like those he can't help but think that both of them weren't clearly thinking about that at all.

They just craved and wanted each other, so badly. But after the heat is over, then what? Those craves will be gone and there will be winner to tug of war.

And Yeosang doesn't do losing-

Where the fuck is Jimin already?!

Now much more annoyed, Yeosang knocks again.

Nothing.

Jimin should be here......

This time Yeosang knocks harder in near bangs, but still nothing.

Most definitely Jimin would've answered by now.

Yeosang is slightly panicking as they speak, checking his phone to see that there's still no messages from Jimin. In attempt to call him goes to straight voicemail and by this point Yeosang is not even worried anymore.

He's absolutely terrified for the worst.

If something happens to Jimin-

Fuck! They should've moved in before exam week!

Immediately Yeosang gets to work on unlocking the door, tweaking it with his tools by his keychain to get it to open. It didn't even take a second by how fast he works before Yeosang is barging in the dorm to see it completely dark.

And Jimin's backpack on the couch.

Wait so he's he-

"STOP!"

Oh.fuck.no.

Yeosang's mind blacked out the second he heard Jimin's scream and takes out his gun from his waistband. He wasn't even going slow to approaching the door like in this action movies. Sincerely he doesn't care if this is a trap, he's going on reckless just to make sure this tiny fucker is okay since clearly he can't be left alone.

So he barges into the bedroom where he heard the scream.

Okay.....

Perhaps Yeosang overreacted a bit too much...

Maybe he expected to come across anything; a tortured Jimin, perhaps blood and around a suit tone of men here interrogating there shit out of him- but not a fucking session.

A literal fucking session.

For fuck sakes this is Jimin, this is not even surprising.

It still didn't process well in Yeosang head to wha he walked in on, and the second both naked males on the bed snaps their eyes up at him, Yeosang was not having it.

They don't have time for this.

He points the gun to the guy with brunette sweaty hair on top of Jimin, "Out now."

"W-What the fuck man-"

"I said now!"

Yeosang's voice is growing lethally low and bitter, flickering the safety off the gun to prove his point that he will shoot if he is questioned again. Jimin is staring at the gun and at Yeosang with wide eyes, wet tears plastered on his cheeks but he doesn't say anything.

He's completely frozen, and that was enough of a warning sign for Yeosang to make this guy leave the room.

The tall male fucking him immediately got off, putting on his underwear but not being given time to properly get dressed because Yeosang motions him to leave immediately.

So he did without another word to Jimin. The second the front door closes shut, assuring their privacy, Jimin groans annoyedly.

"Seriously? The fuck was that!"

Excuse me you dumb whore?

Yeosang puts the gun down and stuffs it on his waistband, "I have been calling and texting you like crazy you stupid bitch!"

"I don't like being distracted while I'm having my fun time!"

"I heard you yell stop, the fuck you're angry at me for!"

This made Jimin hesitate to say anything back, lips pursing in unease but huffs as he slides to the side of the bed and gets dressed to his clothes on the floor.

"Let's just say we didn't decide on a safety word. Did something I didn't like."

Wow didn't expect to actually explain....

Now this made Yeosang get a little more toughen up as Jimin goes to his closet, pulling out a familiar bag of Yeosang stuff before hauling it to him.

Everything is still in there and untouched.

Good to know he's not noisy when it suits him.

"What was it?"

Jimin stayed quiet as he grabs his already packed duffle bag from underneath the bed, watching as Yeosang checks the bullets of the gun inside the bag Jimin gave him, making sure everything was still in place.

"He said he loved me."

Yeosang pauses just as he checks the barrel, slowly moving his eyes to Jimin. The other male kept his gaze icy cold and emotionless, so unlike his usual sarcastic and snarky attitude.

He just really hate relationships, doesn't he?

Especially the concept of love.

Oh how much he must suffer for Valentine's Day.

Well everyone has their own reasons to their opinions on certain matters. It's clear that Jimin prefers pleasures and lust than the art of falling in love; letting go of that freedom he desperately enjoyed.

Now who had told him that a relationship restricts freedom? Sure there's obviously limits and things one is not suppose to do, but that's just because you genuinely love someone, you don't want to see them get hurt.

And it seems as though that is something Jimin prefers avoiding.

Unsure on what to do, Yeosang only goes up to Jimin and awkwardly rubs his back. The other male was checking his stuff for one last time in his bag on the bed, evidently tensing up by Yeosang's tender gesture.

Well his attempt to be tender that was failing horribly.

He's not really the heart to heart type so.... This is weird as it is.

But he can let Jimin know a thing or two on what he feels.

"You have every right to set your boundaries, and no one should have to cross them if it makes you feel uncomfortable," Yeosang says quietly, wanting Jimin to feel as though he doesn't have to go through with everything just because of his reputation.

He has the right to say no.

Regardless of the scenario.

There's a moment where Jimin stayed quiet for a few seconds or moments, before turning his head to Yeosang after adjusting his white hoodie, "Please don't get all sentimental on me too. It's not a good look on you."

There he is.

Somethings don't change.

The annoyed eye roll didn't stop from making its way to Yeosang's face, looking around the room that's still the same but now empty from clothes.

Good thing Jimin isn't a shopoholic to buy excessive clothing for no reason. The stuff he packed will definitely be enough to fit in the closet at least.

"Excuse me for trying to be nice."

"Again, doesn't suit you. I don't need to be reminded on what I already know. It pisses me off."

Yeosang can't say anything there's since he actually feels the same way. He hates being told things he already knows on what to do and not to do. His parents seem to do that a lot with him, perhaps he caught a few habits from them.

Sure, Jimin is aware on his choices, but he needs to be reminded of them. Sometimes in the moment one will forget, leading to reckless decisions and a scar to one's heart.

Perhaps Yeosang didn't want Jimin to have to suffer those same wounds that he did, but that's also a way to learn from it.

If he won't listen, that's on him.

After taking another glance to the room, knowing this will probably be the last time coming in here since Yeosang's planning not entering Jimin's life after this, he wanted nothing more but to only leave Jimin here without giving a shit and run to another continent.

Yet he couldn't.

No, not for Jimin.

For Joshua, this is for Joshua. This is the only reason Yeosang is even being considerate in the first place.

Just for Joshua, who loves and cares about Jimin like crazy.

Must be nice to have a friend like that, but in this case not so much.

After reminding himself more of this, Yeosang only stuffs his guns back into the bag and ties it before looking at Jimin. The other male already has his bag zipped and swings the straps over his shoulders. There's a moment where the two of their eyes meets and words seemed far too little to express any type of thought crossing their minds.

It's weird because Jimin provokes so many annoying emotions out of Yeosang; anger, annoyance, irritation, possibly even hate. But when Jimin is just silent like this, he seems almost bearable to be around.

If anything, Yeosang would dare himself to say he looks nearly vulnerable, with sensitive emotions rather than that stupid smug shit that makes Yeosang want to slap him to the point he's unconscious on the ground.

Jimin is one confusing guy, and Yeosang hates how it's rubbing off on him too.

The more the two stare at each other, the more thicker the air felt. It's not the type where it's longing, but there's something there for sure.

Something familiar, that they both knew was coming already.

By now Yeosang was ever so tempted to touch Jimin's lips again, but he knows damn well that's the side effect for being charmed by the prince of sins; always in need to wanting more.

And it's true, Yeosang wants more, but he won't give Jimin the satisfaction achieving what he wants and that's proving himself right.

So with that reminder in his head, Yeosang tears the tense gaze and grabs the bag, "We should go."

Just as he was about to exit the room, a hand on his wrist stops him. He only turns his head to the soft touch, seeing Jimin staring back at him with a conflicted yet dark storm in his eyes.

"This won't be a mistake right?" Jimin asks uncertain, "Being near each other is safe, right? It won't lead to my best friend having a heartache and with either of us dying?"

Yeosang didn't know what to say to this, and once again he's not good with this whole comforting thing. Yet he still found himself using the same hand Jimin lightly grasp to gently cradle the side of his soft face, rubbing his thumb against his cheek.

Everything about Jimin is soft and that's such a juxtaposition to his personality, he's anything but soft. However for this moment, his voice was softer and it was laced with worry. He hates the thought of his best friend suffering a fatal heartache is something were to happen to either of them, so either they're safe together or Jimin goes on his own.

And they both knew the second option was not a decision to make. Being separated never works in crime movies or books, if they stick together maybe they'll figure something out.

It will guarantee their survival.

So Yeosang stares into Jimin's worried eyes for a moment before leaning and presses a kiss against his forehead, a quick and gentle kiss, but something that was enough to calm down all of Jimin's anxiety about his best friend.

No, he has nothing to worry about.

Yeosang is a skilled fighter and if he's not dead yet than that definitely means something, and Jimin has to trust in him and himself to assure both of their safety.

If they're apart then there's no telling what they would do to Jimin if they get him alone.

All just to piss Yeosang off.

Yeosang will have to be the sword and Jimin the shield. Jimin with his self defense skills can easily dodge anyone, and Yeosang with his offense skills can easily kill anyone.

A perfect team.

That unease tension is back when they looked into each other's eyes again. Yeosang took a bold glance to Jimin's lips, that's not as swollen anymore, and back to his eyes.

They said no already, so it won't happen again.

It's only going to make things more confusing and get in the way to their main focus. Yeosang doesn't do one night stands anymore and is looking to settle, meanwhile Jimin is still a hormonal fuck buddy in desperate need for sex.

Both of their objects don't exactly clash together, and it's better if they didn't try.

So with that Yeosang only caresses his cheek one last time before turning around and walking out of the room, getting a hold of himself together before being seconds away from actually fucking Jimin on the bed right now.

No matter how badly his body wants to do it.

Jimin doesn't say anything but he does follow after Yeosang out of his room, giving another glance to the dorm with the unknown to when he's going to come back before getting officially out.

While leaving the key inside.

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A/N:
So..... I hope you all know that in a dorm, you leave the key inside than you won't be able to access the dorm at all unless you speak to your RA or when your roommate comes back.

And he left it on purpose....

Man I was going to hold off not updating this book but I got tempted. This book is getting very intense as it is and what will happen ahead will be interesting gahhh

Alrighty I PURPLE YOU! <33