#slinging around curse words and insults does absolutely fucking nothing to help

[oneknightlight]

Yk I need more people to understand that you can dislike a media or fandom, hate it even, and still just not rip into other people for enjoying it. Nothing about doing that is productive. You piss yourself off, you piss them off, now everyone’s drained, and if you did have a reasonable valid point for not liking the media, no one’s hearing you out after a display of assholery.

[tayegi]

New Rules Ch. 3 (m)

Word Count: 11,043

"____!" A petite girl with thick blonde bangs happily waves you over in class the next Monday morning.

You grin at the sight of her and rush over to swing your arms around her small frame, "Ah, Yerin," you coo as you squeeze her to your chest, "How was your weekend, honey?"

"Good," her response comes out a bit muffled from your enthusiastic embrace, "I did a lot of studying."

"Oh, really?" you say when you finally let her go and drop in the seat next to her, "Do you have an exam coming up?"

"No, but they made the pledges study in the library for like ten hours straight," she says with a cute little frown, "It was so boring."

You scowl at that, "I hope the older girls aren't bullying you… Just let me know if they do anything, okay? I won't let anything happen to my precious little sis."

Yerin flushes from your affectionate words, "Ah, I'm still rushing. I'm not your little yet."

"Yes, but you will be soon," you say as you pinch her chubby cheek, "Unless you pick Hyejin instead…" your face darkens at the very thought, "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

"Of course not!" Yerin insists, "If I get in, I will definitely pick you as my big sis."

You smile happily at that, "Good girl. I hope you never betray me."

The younger girl looks taken aback by your sudden solemnity, "…____?" she says in a small voice, "Are you okay?"

But before you can respond, someone comes crashing into the seat directly next to you, "Do you still have my number fucking blocked?!"

You turn around to find Jungkook glaring furiously at you, "Jeon? How nice of you to show up to class for once."

"It's eight in the fucking morning," he growls in response, "Do you really think I'd be up at the ass crack of dawn if you would just answer your goddamn phone?"

You take in his appearance for the first time, almost laughing when you notice how messy his hair is and how wrinkled his clothes are, "Why should I unblock you?"

"Because I've been trying to contact you for the last few days! What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? I just have nothing to say to you."

"What the fuck?! How could you fucking do what you did Friday night then block me?"

"I already had you blocked," you politely remind him.

His eyes bulge, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What are you talking about?" you ask with a raised brow, "Stop cursing in front of my baby."

This causes Jungkook to notice the small blonde next to you for the first time, "What?"

Yerin flushes under his gaze, "H-hi," she stammers, "I'm Yerin. A new pledge in ____'s sorority. It's nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too," he says before turning back to you, "We need to talk."

"No we don't," you say, "Now shut up. The professor's here."

There's a moment of blessed silence as she greets the class and reminds the class of the upcoming final project. You can feel Jungkook seething with barely repressed anger next to you, but you happily ignore him as you jot down your notes.

"I just wanted to remind you that the project is due two weeks before the final exam. Now I'm going to go around the room to collect the names of your project partners who you were supposed to determine in class last week."

As soon as she finishes speaking, Jungkook angrily turns back to you, "Come back to the frat house with me after class."

"What? No way."

"We need to talk!" he insists.

"Why? We have absolutely nothing to talk about," you say, busying yourself with shifting through your notes in discomfort. You'd never admit it, not even to yourself, but you feel a little awkward seeing Jungkook again. The way you had behaved last Friday night was unbelievably out of character and you're embarrassed that he's seen you that way. You'd like nothing better than to avoid him until the end of time.

"What?! Do you really think you can just have your way with me and just fucking get away with—"

"Professor Cha!" you cry out, interrupting him before he can continue any further, "I have my partner picked for the project."

The older woman makes her way to your desk with a smile, "Great. Who is your partner, ___?"

You happily turn to grab Yerin's hand, "I'm with—"

"Me," Jungkook rudely interrupts, "___ and I are partners, Professor Cha."

"What?!" your jaw drops in indignation, "No, he's—"

"Thanks, Jungkook," the older woman says as she scribbles on her roster, "Good luck on your project."

"Wait! Professor!" you call after her, but it's too late and she's moved onto the next group. You feebly slump your head on your arms in defeat.

"Unblock my number," Jungkook demands with a rough poke of your cheek.

"Fuck you."

Yerin curiously peeks over your shoulder, "Are you two dating?"

"No!" you shout with more vehemence than the occasion necessitates.

"Yeah, of course not," Jungkook agrees, equally as disgusted, "We're just hooking up."

Your jaw drops to the ground, "How fucking dare you?! Not in front of my baby!" You exclaim as you angrily slap a hand over his mouth, "Shut the fuck up!" Jungkook simply laughs and tongues at your palm.

Yerin watches the encounter with rounded eyes, "Wow. He's so handsome!"

You wince when Jungkook playfully sucks your fingers into his mouth, "Don't compliment him," you growl at her as you pull your fingers from his mouth with a disgusted sound, "His head is already too damn big."

"You are so lucky," Yerin sighs, her eyes glossing over in a dreamy way that worries you.

You open your mouth to reprimand her, but Jungkook beats you to it, "She is, isn't she?" he says as he slings an arm around your shoulders.

You wince when he plants a kiss to your cheek, "Don't kiss me, you nasty ass coconut fucker," you snap as you irritably tear out of his embrace.

Jungkook grins happily at the insult, "Man, I love that dirty little mouth of yours."

"I told you, not in front of the kids!" You screech as you cover Yerin's ears with both hands.

The dark-haired man takes that moment of distraction to slip your phone from your desk, "I'm unblocking my number," he says as he scrolls through your contacts.

"Hey, give that back!" you say, lurching at him.

But his arms are much longer than yours and he easily holds the phone out of your reach, "There," he says when he finally finishes, "Pick up when I call you."

"I won't," you promise as you rip your phone out of his grip.

"Really?" Jungkook says with an arched brow, "But we're project partners now. You wouldn't want to fail now, would you?"

Your eyes widen in horror when you finally realize this catch-22 situation he's landed you in, "Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook."

But he just laughs.

"Are you really with Jungkook?" Yerin asks in curiosity as the two of you walk home together from class.

You scowl at the very mention of his name, "Does that player really look like he could be in a committed relationship? No way."

"But he said that you were together," she says with eyes full of innocence.

"No, he said that we've hooked up before. There's a huge difference."

"Really?" she asks, cocking her head to the side, "How so?"

"He doesn't like me and I definitely do not like him," you explain, "There is no way in hell we'll ever be a thing."

"Then why did you have sex with him?" She asks the question with such naïveté that you can't help but feel guilty.

"I was really drunk and I made a mistake," you explain to her in a somber voice, "This is a good lesson to you, sweetie. Don't get too wasted at parties if there's no one watching out for you. You're just easy prey for these fuckboys to take advantage of."

"Wait, did Jungkook take advantage of you?" Yerin asks with horror.

"No," you say with a wince, not being able to lie to the younger girl, "But there are guys who will, so watch yourself!"

"Jungkook sounds like such a nice guy," Yerin sighs, her eyes taking on that dreamy quality again, "I wish I could find someone like him, too."

Something about the way she says that makes you feel uneasy. You quench your discomfort by clapping a hand on her shoulder, "You'll find someone better than him one day… But enough talk about boys," you brightly change the subject, "Let's talk about what you're wearing to the barbeque on Saturday!"

Three days later, you're streaming out of your chemistry lecture when you nearly run straight into Jungkook.

"Ah!" You exclaim in surprise, stopping inches before you ram into his chest, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"We need to talk."

"Are you stalking me?" you irritably ask as you attempt to side-step him in the busy hallway, "This is really creepy."

"Well, I wouldn't have to if you just picked up your phone," he shoots back as he weaves through a group of students to catch up with you, "Do you still have me blocked?!"

"No," you say as you march out of the building, "I just don't want to talk to you." And with that, you skip down the front steps of the building to try to blend in with a slow-moving tour group of high schoolers exploring campus.

"This is ridiculous," Jungkook growls as he jogs to catch up, "Why the hell are you avoiding me?"

"Because I want nothing to do with you," you lightly inform him as you weave between the teenagers to reach the center of campus, "How did you even know where to find me, anyways?"

"Mijoo told me," he says as he chases after you.

"Figures," you hiss under your breath, "That traitor."

"Stop running away and just talk to me for a second."

You spin around to face him in annoyance, "What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?"

"You can let me eat you out."

You gasp in surprise and you quickly glance around in the busy campus center, but luckily, it seems as though no one heard, "Shut the fuck up," you hiss at him, "Stop spewing this bullshit. We're in public for god's sake!"

"How is this bullshit?" He interjects, "Cum on my tongue, and I swear I'll leave you alone forever."

You flush at his provocative words in such a public space, "Shut up!" you cry as you grab him by the hand to drag him off the main street, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" you demand as soon as you have him standing with you under the nearest tree where there are less peeping bystanders.

"I'm serious," he insists, tightening his fingers around yours when you try to slide your hand out of his, "Let me eat you out and you never have to see me again if you'd like."

"What is up with this ego of yours?" you say as you wrench your hand out of his grip, "You're just embarrassed that I made you beg, huh? Your fragile masculinity is threatened, so you need your revenge to make yourself feel better."

"That's not it!" Jungkook exclaims, running his fingers through his dark hair in exasperation, "I would happily go down on you anytime you want, regardless of the situation, but you sucked me off so good last week that I have to reciprocate."

You snort at his explanation, "I knew it. It's all due to this ego of yours."

"No, it's because I feel guilty," he argues, "How could you just blow me in the middle of a party and leave without wanting anything else? I don't know what kind of men you've been with before, but I'm not the type to get off then leave a girl unsatisfied when I'm done."

His words are so damn tempting, but somehow you muster the strength to resist, "It was just a mistake, Jungkook. It won't happen again."

"That's what you said last time too. Like I'm going to believe that again," he scoffs, "Just let me eat you out, baby girl," he says, his voice suddenly dropping an octave as he steps closer to you, "I promise I won't let you down."

Your breathing hitches and you subconsciously retreat until your back is pressed against the rough bark of the tree trunk, "Why are you acting like this, Jungkook?" you ask in a hushed voice, "You also said that it was a one-time thing."

"Yeah, and I meant it… Until you shoved me into a bathroom to suck my dick," he says, aggressively stepping forward to boldly intrude into your personal space. His hips recklessly pin you against the tree with one light thrust forward, and the hands pressed against either side of your head cage you in. His sheer proximity makes you feel dizzy and you have to blink several times before you can look away from his mouth.

"I…" your voice comes out mangled and you have to wet your lips before you can try again, "I was drunk."

Jungkook's hungry gaze darts to your lips at that action, "No you weren't."

You cringe, but you can't deny it. You'd only had a single beer the entire night, and were sober as you've ever been at a frat party. "I must've been crazy that night," you say in a small voice, "That wasn't like me."

"Well, you're driving me crazy right now," Jungkook growls as he grinds his hips into yours, "Come on, baby. Let me make you feel good."

His words go directly to your core. For a moment, you're tempted to comply. He looks so fucking good towering above you as he eyes you up and down with that dark gaze of his. He's undoubtedly thinking filthy thoughts. And you can't deny how your body lights up with arousal in return.

"You left something with me that night," Jungkook drawls on when you fail to respond.

"Wh-what?" you stutter, blinking rapidly as you try to regain your senses.

His eyes drop to his waist and you follow his gaze. You gasp in surprise when you catch a familiar pinstriped piece of cloth peeking out of the front pocket of his jeans.

"Wait, is that my tie?" you gasp, reaching for your forgotten garment.

He tsks his tongue and moves out of reach before you can grab it, "I think you left this with me on purpose, beautiful."

"What nonsense are you spewing now?" you grumble as you try to grab at your tie again.

He easily holds it out your reach with his far longer arm span, "I wonder what purpose you had in mind for this in the bedroom… You're freakier than I would've imagined, Ice Queen."

You scowl at his comment, "Where do you get this arrogance from, Jeon?"

He looks genuinely taken aback by your response, "What? ___, other girls would die for me to talk to them like this."

Any arousal you might have felt evaporates at once. "Then why don't you find those other girls and leave me alone," you snarl as you roughly shove him out of the way.

"Wait, that's not what I meant!" Jungkook desperately tries to backtrack, but it's too late, "___! Oh, ___, come on!"

But you simply flip him off and march away.

When you finally return home for the day, you're surprised to find that your shared room with Mijoo is empty. But she finished class at noon and should be back by now. Confused, you decide to head downstairs to the kitchen to grab a snack instead. But as you turn the corner, you recognize a familiar pretty face slumped over in one of the barstools at the counter.

"Ah, Mijoo! There you are!" you exclaim as you rush over to your roommate.

She looks up listlessly at the sight of you, "Oh hey, ___."

You pause when you take in the sight of half-eaten cartons of ice cream surrounding her, "Ya, what's up with all of this? I thought you were on a diet to fit into that new dress before the barbeque."

"I don't care about that," she gruffly informs you as she shoves another enormous spoonful of rocky road into her mouth.

You're a bit surprised by this, but also pleased, "That's good!" You grin broadly, "You're already too skinny. I hate it when you diet."

She says nothing in response, more concerned with her next scoop of ice cream.

"But anyways, stop getting me distracted! I'm mad at you, by the way!"

Her eyes pop open, "Y-you are?"

Her fearful voice takes you by surprise. Frowning, you nod, "Yeah, why did you tell Jeon Jungkook where my class was?!"

"Oh, that's what you mean," she says, sighing deeply before scratching at her uncharacteristically matted hair.

You resist the urge to wrinkle your nose. Your roommate is in clear need of a shower, and it looks like she hasn't changed her clothes for days, "Yeah. How could you do that to me?"

She simply shrugs as she spins the carton of ice cream around to examine the caloric information, "It seems like he really likes you."

Your best friend is so wrong that you don't know how to even respond for a moment as you just gape at her. There's something strange with her behavior and slightly bedraggled appearance today. And is it your imagination, or are her eyes suspiciously red? Has she been…crying?

"Mijoo?" you ask in concern, "Are you feeling alright?"

Her face crumples, but before she can get a single word out, someone shouts out your name.

"___! I've been looking all over for you!"

You spin around in confusion to find a curvy redhead marching towards you, "Huh, Hyejin? What's up?"

She angrily plants her hands on her wide hips, "What the hell was that stunt you pulled last Saturday night? You totally cock-blocked me!"

You squint at her, "Huh? What are you even talking about?"

"Jeon Jungkook!" She half-shouts at you, "I'd been working on him all night before you took him away!"

"Oh," you scratch your head in confusion, "Do you like him or something?"

"No, of course not! But I've been trying to get his attention all semester!"

"Why?" you ask in genuine curiosity, "Hyejin, you're awesome and he's just so…" words fail to describe how much you resent the man, so you wrinkle your nose instead.

"He's hot," The redhead bluntly informs you, "He's the hottest brother in beta tau sigma, so don't get in my way, okay, ___?"

You're about to shrug her off, uninterested in the topic, when Mijoo suddenly interrupts, "You're too late, Hyejin."

The sexy redhead raises an eyebrow in her direction, "Excuse me?"

"You're too late," your pretty roommate repeats with a glare, "Jungkook already has ___ and he doesn't need you anymore."

Both you and Hyejin whirl around to gawk at your normally soft-spoken roommate in surprise, "Mijoo? What the hell?"

But she continues glaring, "Just keep your dirty paws off of him, Hyejin."

You can sense the redhead getting pissed off, so you rush to intervene, "Ah, Mijoo, you're misunderstanding," you hurriedly clarify, "Jungkook and I are definitely not together. Hyejin is more than welcome to have him if she wants."

"He's not going to want you," Mijoo interjects again, "So go mind your business elsewhere, Hyejin."

"What the hell is wrong with your roommate?" Hyejin asks you in bewilderment, "Are you and Jungkook seriously a thing?"

You vigorously shake your head, "No way! I mean, we might have hooked up once or twice, but you know as well as I do that this doesn't mean anything! Jungkook's not my type, and besides, he would never settle down for a committed relationship and this is nothing to him."

Hyejin looks somewhat convinced, but Mijoo stands her ground, "You always sell yourself short," she says, back ramrod-straight and hands clenched to fists, "Why are you like this? Why can't you see how great you are? ___... you deserve the best."

Your jaw drops at her sudden burst of sentiment, "What?"

Mijoo's chin trembles dangerously as she bravely looks you in the eye, "I just want you to be happy." And with that, she turns and runs down the hall.

"What the fuck?"

You ignore Hyejin's curses to call after your roommate, "Mijoo!" you yell out, "Mijoo, come back!" but the thunder of her footsteps up the stairs makes you realize that your feat is useless. You sigh and resign yourself to putting the abandoned cartons of ice cream back into the freezer, "She's acting so weird today…"

"Did you put her up to this?" Hyejin asks you in suspicion.

Your eyes bulge at her accusatory tone, "Are you serious? Isn't it obvious by now that I don't want that muscle pig? Geez. I don't know what's gotten into Mijoo, but I'm definitely not interested in Jeon Jungkook."

"Good," she says, satisfied with your answer, "I don't care if you sleep with him. But don't go messing with his emotions, you hear?"

You resist the urge to snort at her warning, "I don't think you know Jungkook very well… He's not the type to catch feelings for anyone. He's a complete player."

"For now, he is," Hyejin corrects you with a huff, "But if anyone can change his ways, it's me."

"Taming the bad boy…" you wryly comment, "Isn't that a bit cliché, Hyejin? That's now how it works in the real world."

The beautiful redhead gives you a pointed look, "Do you not know anything about me? I'm really good at what I do, honey. Jeon Jungkook doesn't stand a chance."

You're blown away by her easy confidence, "Wow, are you sure you want to spend all this energy on this fuckboy, though? Any other man would be lucky to have you."

"I already told you that he's the best looking member of BTS," Hyejin impatiently informs you, "He's popular and the star player of the soccer team. We would make such a hot couple. So why would I waste my time with anyone less?"

It bothers you a bit how she describes him in such terms, like he's an object to be coveted instead of another human being, but you're too impressed by her self-assurance to disagree, "Alright, good luck with that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find my roommate." And with that, you leave her alone in the middle of the kitchen.

You're dismayed, but not in the least surprised to find your shared room with Mijoo deserted by the time you finally make your way upstairs. A few of her personal items are gone, and in their place is a small handwritten note on your bed. You snatch up the scrap of paper and quickly scan the contents.

I'm going home for a few days. See you at the BBQ on Saturday.

You read the two hastily scrawled sentences twice before crumpling up the note with a deep sigh of frustration. Mijoo's family lives just the next town over so it's not an unusual occurrence for her to spontaneously pack up her things and jet off without warning. But you had been hoping to talk to her about her strange behavior…

Oh well. You'll always have the chance to see her at the barbeque.

That evening, you're working on an assignment when a sudden vibration from your phone catches your attention. You tell yourself to ignore your phone and focus on studying, but the steady buzz reveals that it's a call, not a text like you'd been expecting. Curiosity piqued, you place down your pencil to pick up the phone.

Jeon Jungkook is calling…

Annoyed, you instantly decline the call and toss your phone back on your desk with a tsk of your tongue. But your phone buzzes again, one minute later, this time signaling a text. You glance at your screen distractedly, and roll your eyes at what you find.

Do you still have me blocked?! ___, pick up your damn phone!

You briefly consider deleting his texts without responding, but that might just prompt him to hunt you down again. And without Mijoo around to cockblock, Jungkook would take your empty room as an invitation to overstay his welcome. You shudder at the thought. No. You can't let that happen.

I don't want to fuck you, you text him back, in no mood to beat around the bush.

Y not??? He instantly replies.

You make a sound of disgust in the back of your throat, completely prepared to block him again when the next flurry of texts arrives, making your phone buzz uncontrollably.

Wait, no. Stay on track!

Not everything is about sex, u dirty girl.

…unless u want to talk about it?

"What the fuck is his problem?" you mutter to yourself before texting a similar message to him.

I don't have a problem! He angrily texts you.

Ur the one with the problem.

What happened with Mijoo???? We were doing so well! -_-

You frown at that, what do u mean?

I thought u said she liked jimin! Y’d she reject him?

Your eyes bulge in surprise. WHAT?!

Ya, ur crazy ass roommate just broke my best bud's heart. What's her deal?

I… I have no clue. You text him, even as your heart sinks. You have an inkling of an idea of what might have been going through her head.

Well go figure it out!

She's back in town on Sunday, you inform him, I'll talk to her then.

Good. U better fix this mess.

You take a second to process the ominous line of text across your screen. Guilt burns you from the inside out.

I will.

At the ass crack of dawn on Sunday morning, Jisoo bursts into your room with a loud speaker, violently ripping you from your tranquil rest.

"Wake up, ___!" She bellows, her magnified voice nearly bursting your eardrum.

Disoriented, you can only groan and bury your face in the pillows, "Five more minutes," you mutter, your voice thick with sleep.

"No way, you lazy bum!" The sorority president yells in your face, "Get up!"

"Why?" you whine as you pull the blanket over your head.

She yanks the cloth down before you can try to hide, "We have the barbeque mixer with BTS in the afternoon. We need to clean!"

"So what?" you grumble, "That's not for hours. And they'll only be in the backyard anyways."

"I don't care," Jisoo barks in your ear, "Get up and get moving, or I'll have you on toilet duty until we graduate!"

That has you bolting upright in bed, "Damn, you drive a hard bargain, woman," you mumble as you stiffly swing your legs out of bed.

The president only smiles prettily in return.

Hours later, you still find yourself frantically mopping the kitchen while the other girls scramble around in various other states of cleaning and Jisoo stands on a table and barks orders at all of you.

"Why are we doing this?" you exclaim in frustration after another couple of minutes, "It's an outdoor barbeque! They aren't even going into the kitchen!"

"What if they do?" Jisoo shoots back, "Are you really going to shame our sorority like this?!"

"How is it shameful to have a tiny bit of dust on the ground?!" you yell back.

"Fine. If this task is too beneath you, then you can grill meat for the party!"

"What?" your face blanches in horror, "But that's the job for the pledges!" you exclaim. The other sisters twist their necks back and forth in confusion as they watch the two of you spar.

"Yeah, but if you're not going to help us clean, then you gotta carry your weight somewhere else."

"Fine," you throw up your hands in defeat, "I'll grill the meat. Anything to get away from this backwards display of home-making!"

"There she goes again…" one of your sisters whispers under her breath.

"Do you really have to make everything about sexism?" Jisoo asks with a glare.

"The frat boys sure as hell don't clean before having girls over. And associating reputation with how well we keep our house? Like anything not spotless and domestic and perfect is shameful? This is ridiculous! No one's going into the kitchen! How are you seriously afraid that these fuckboys are going to scour the house, assessing us for our outdated wife potential?!"

Your long spiel draws out a chorus of groans, "Oh god."

"Someone shut her up."

"Ok, ok, go grill the meat," Jisso says, impatiently pulling the mop out of your grasp, "Just get out of here before you upset the kids."

You were just getting fired up, but one glance at the impassive faces of your sorority sisters tells you that this is a lost cause. You suck up your dignity and after childishly sticking your tongue out at Jisoo, you gather your things and retreat for the backyard.

"___, what are you doing here?" Yerin asks in surprise when she walks in on you angrily scrubbing the grill clean.

You glance up to find her and a group of confused-looking Freshman pledges awkwardly standing before you, "Ah, thank goodness you're here. Can you help me carry the meat from the fridge?"

They look at you like you've grown two heads. Finally, someone answers, "Um… ___… Shouldn't we just wait for the BTS brothers to help us out?"

"What?" you frown in confusion, "Why would we do that?"

"It's not a big deal for them," Another girl pipes up, misinterpreting your words entirely, "The BTS members are more than happy to help us out."

"But why would you even need their help?" you ask in bewilderment, "All we're doing is slapping meat on a hot stone. How hard can it be?"

"Yeah, but they look so handsome taking care of us," a third girl giggles, "They're so manly and cool!"

That was the exact wrong thing to say to you, but none of them know you well enough to realize their mistake… except Yerin, that is. She winces and mentally steels herself for your blow out.

"Fuck that!" You yell a second later, "We don't need these useless men to grill for us! What's the point but to stroke their overblown egos?! Come on, ladies! Let's do it ourselves! Fuck men!"

Unsurprisingly, you and Yerin are the only ones left ten minutes later.

"Do you even know how to turn this on?" she asks as she critically watches you fumble around with the switches.

"Nope," you say, "But how hard can it be?"

Yerin pitifully rubs her tummy, "___, I'm hungry."

"Shh, my sweet angel. Your big sis will feed you in a second… Now please go get me the fire extinguisher."

"For what?" She asks, eyes popping open in surprise.

"Just in case," you murmur as you flick open your lighter.

Her eyes are as wide as saucers as she rushes to obey.

It takes another hour and some unwanted interference by Jungkook and friends before you start grilling the meat.

"Stay away from here!" you exclaim, physically blocking the grill with your entire body.

But of course, Jungkook takes that as an opportunity to press himself flush against your backside, "Just let me help. I've done this a dozen times."

"Yeah, so you think you're an expert or something? Just back off and let me do my thing!"

Yerin nervously watches your interaction from a distance, "___, maybe you should just let him help…"

"No way!" You bellow, "There's nothing this fuckboy can do that I can't!"

"Everyone's starving," Jungkook informs you in a soothing voice, trying to get you to relinquish control of the barbeque pit, "Can't you just move aside for a second so I can feed the hungry kids?"

"I don't think that's your primary objective here," you quip back, eyes narrowing to slits as you feel his hands slide over the curve of your waist in a way that's entirely unbeneficial to starting up the stove, "If you would just get off of me for a second, I could start feeding them!"

"You feel really soft," Jungkook murmurs, abandoning his thin excuse of helping you with the grill to wrap his arms tightly around your waist, "Mmm, and you smell nice too," he adds as he burrows his face in your neck.

"I haven't showered," you bluntly inform him as you try to throw an elbow into his gut, "You're probably smelling my fungal cream."

To your surprised, he's undeterred from your purposefully disgusting statement, "Wow, your fungal cream is so nice. I hope you get that infection checked out."

"It's contagious," you bluntly state as you try to throw him off like a bucking stallion.

But he holds firm, content to sift his nose through the sensitive hairs on your nape. You sigh, giving up on thoughts of getting rid of him. You have a goal at hand, and you can't allow yourself to get distracted. And besides… It doesn't feel that bad to have him spooning you like this… It feels kind of nice on this chilly afternoon. Not that you'd admit it to anymore, not even yourself.

"Ok, Yerin," you say, catching the attention of the pretty blonde who watches your interaction with huge eyes, "Let's try something new: When I count to three, I'll throw these matches on the stove, while you use the lighters. Do you have the fire extinguisher ready?"

"Yes, I do!"

"And do you remember how to use it?"

"Yes, but—"

"Hey, what's taking so long?" a raspy voice interrupts, "I'm starving here."

You turn to find a displeased senior with steel gray hair and icy white skin standing before you, brow entrenched in a deep frown. "Don't you dare complain, Min Yoongi! If you could get this idiot off my back—literally off my back—then maybe I can turn on this stove and start grilling!"

"Wait, you haven't even turned the stove on?" Yoongi asks with a raised brow.

"Yeah. It's not as easy as you think, you wannabe genius fool. Some things take time and effort and—oh…" Your voice trails off when he reaches behind the stove and flips a switch. Then, the fire suddenly comes blazing on. You blink at the older man as you shamefully lower your pack of matches, "…How did you know how to do that?"

"This is an electric stove, dumb ass," he deadpans.

Jungkook chortles at the look of astonishment on your face, "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"

"Where's Mijoo?" Jungkook asks you an hour later when you finally manage to feed all the antsy party-goers.

"I don't know," you say, mouth pursing in concern, "She went home for the weekend, but she said she'd be back in time for the barbeque… Did you see her anywhere?"

"She's supposed to be your roommate," he snorts, "How the hell am I supposed to keep track of her?"

"Well, I've been stuck here all day, haven't I?" you say, angrily gesturing to the grill, "It's not like I can just go join the party and find her!"

"I told you, I can just take over for you."

You grimace at the very idea, "The day I let a man treat me like a total imbecile is the day I—"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Jungkook says with a roll of his eyes, "You're so tough and strong, baby girl. That's why you're sexy as hell. But this isn't about you or that ego of yours right now. This is about our roommates."

You glare at him for a second before replying, mostly mad at yourself from feeling strangely flattered by his words, yet simultaneously insulted, "Is Jimin even here right now? I haven't seen him anywhere."

"He's probably moping around inside," he says, "I forced him to this party against his will, so that little guy's probably just counting down the seconds before he can leave."

"Don't call him a little guy," you mildly reprimand him, "Ok, I'm going to go look for Mijoo… But please refrain from burning the house down while I'm gone."

"What a challenge," Jungkook grins, "What's my reward if I succeed?"

You wrinkle your nose at his flirty tone, "The satisfaction of helping others." And with that, you turn on your heel to retreat into the house.

"Ah, Yerin," you exclaim when you nearly run into the petite blonde in the hallway, "Where did you run off to?"

"I was just getting a drink!" the younger girl says, displaying the cup in her hand, "And besides… it seemed like you and Jungkook could use a bit of alone time…"

You groan at her words, "No we don't. I don't want to be anywhere alone with that little fuckboy. You shouldn't have left me!"

"Sorry," she giggles, "But you guys really looked like you were having a good time together and I didn't want to third wheel."

"You weren't third wheeling anything!" You angrily burst out, "In fact, Jungkook was third wheeling for us! He and that annoying Yoongi guy were intruding on our bonding time!"

"Yoongi?" Yerin asks, completely disregarding the rest of your passionate speech, "Is that the guy with the silver hair?"

"Yeah," your eyes narrow in anger at the very thought of him, "Min Yoongi's that asshole's name."

"Wow," Yerin says, hearts blooming in her eyes, "Forget Jungkook—Min Yoongi is the most handsome man I've ever seen."

You squint in confusion, "That nerdy ass hobbit? Pssht, handsome my ass."

Yerin giggles at your description, "You must have high standards."

"No that's not it. I just don't give a fuck about their physical appearances when their personalities are such shit. You know how people call me an Ice Queen? Well, Min Yoongi is like the fucking Emperor of the entire Ice Nation. He's such a rude little jerk."

The pretty blonde smiles knowingly at you, "I think you're just mad because he figured out the grill before you did, ___."

Your jaw drops in indignation, "Who taught you to be so rude? No, it's because he's a jerk!"

"Sure he is," she laughs, "But anyways, is he single?"

You glare at her in suspicion, "Don't you start getting any ideas in that pretty little brain of yours, kid. He's practically a grandpa next to your sweet youth."

"He's only a few years older," Yerin counters with a roll of her eyes, "Besides, I'm a legal adult now!"

"What did I tell you about these predatory senior boys?!" You shoot back, "They're just gross creeps who can't score a girl their own age!"

"Not Min Yoongi," Yerin counters, "He's so handsome and smart, I bet he could get any girl he wanted."

"Yeah, but the only girl he wants is his work," you say with a snort, "In fact, go ahead and crush on this workaholic. Yoongi's hermit ass is at least better than all the fuckbois out there."

"He can't be as bad as you think he is," The pretty blonde girl says with a laugh, "If he really was such a workaholic, he wouldn't be at this party."

"I'm just as shocked as you are… He must be here for the free food… No wonder he was so rude about starting up the grill… That jerk… but wait, you're getting me distracted. I was looking for Mijoo."

"Mijoo?" Yerin repeats in confusion, "Isn't she your roommate?"

"Yeah, but she left for the weekend and was supposed to be back today… Have you seen her anywhere?"

"I think I saw someone who looked like her running up the stairs with a guy earlier," the younger girl says with a frown.

"With a guy?" you repeat with raised eyebrows. That definitely does not sound like Mijoo to bring someone back to your shared room during a party. "Alright," you say in a skeptical tone, "Thanks, Yerin. I'll go check it out." You affectionately pat her head, "See you later."

"Wait!" she calls after you, "Can't you give me Min Yoongi's phone number first?"

You chortle at the very idea, "Yeah right. I'd sooner let Jeon Jungkook own my ass."

"Wait, what does that even mean?" Yerin yells after you, "Doesn’t he already own it?!"

Your expectations are low as you climb the stairs up to your shared bedroom with Mijoo, but it's worth a shot. Especially since you have no other leads as to where she could possibly be, anyways. But you only make it about halfway up the stairs when a well-manicured hand suddenly shoots out to grab your arm.

"Ah, Hyejin," you say when you recognize the person clinging to you, "What's wrong?"

"I see that you've finally left Jeon Jungkook alone," The gorgeous redhead sneers, "What did I tell you about staying away from him?"

"What? You didn't say anything about that! You just told me not to date him, and there's no way in hell that'll ever happen, so don't worry about it."

"I know," she says, "Not with me around. But don't confuse him and make this harder for me."

"I'm not doing anything!" you defend yourself in bewilderment, "He's the one who's been creeping on me!"

"Yeah right," she says, "Stop leading him on."

"What?! How damn backwards is your thinking?! Are women all sinful seductresses luring men to their eternal damnation? Come on."

"Oh god… there you go with your social justice warrior nonsense again… I'm not saying that you must've gone after him because you're a woman. I'm saying this because he's out of your league."

You pause for a moment, taken aback, "Oh… I see… Ok, that's fine then… Please continue."

"As I was saying, just stay away from him, okay?"

"That won't be a problem… But getting him to stay away from me is the real challenge," you retort.

"Where do you get this arrogance from?!"

"No, wait, that's not what I meant!" You hurriedly backtrack, "I mean, he's got a one-track mind. He thinks he has something to prove to me right now, which is why he's so obsessed. You've gotta just refocus his attention, Hyejin. Go suck his dick or something."

She scoffs at the very thought, "Yeah right. Do I look like the kind of girl who would need to stoop to that level?"

Your jaw drops, personally insulted by the unintentional jibe, "I… I have no idea how to answer that question."

"Then don't. Is Jungkook still in the backyard?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, great. Now go make yourself scarce," she says, dismissively waving a hand at you in a shooing gesture.

Severely offended at this point, you stick your tongue out at her, then stomp up the rest of the stairs.

You're still fuming over Hyejin's comments when you march down the hall to your shared bedroom. As a result, you don't realize that there are voices coming from the door opened a crack until you're almost directly outside. You hover for a moment with your fist raised to knock as you deliberate how to proceed with this. Does Mijoo actually have a guest in there?

Confused, you lower your hand to your side as you curiously lean forward to peak past the ajar door. And your heart stumbles to a stop when you identify the person standing next to Mijoo in the room as Park Jimin.

They seem to be engaged in some sort of impassioned conversation. Feeling guilty at your intrusion, you try to tiptoe away. But at that moment, you hear the sound of your name, making you stop dead in your tracks.

"___," Mijoo repeats your name, "You should be with her, not me."

All the blood drains from your face and for a moment, you fear that you might pass out. This is an extremely personal conversation and you have no right to listen in on this, but your legs are too shaky to carry your weight, making you helpless but to stand there. Both hands are pressed to your mouth to keep yourself quiet, but you're fearful that the pounding of your heart might give you away.

"What are you talking about?" Jimin asks, and you can see a frown mar his lovely face from the crack in the door, "I like you, not your roommate."

"Yes, but this wasn't always the case."

Jimin looks a bit flustered by the reminder, "Why are you bringing up such old news? I only liked her for a short period of time last year. That's all."

"You stopped liking her because you thought she rejected you."

"I mean… I guess that was part of the reason? But looking back, we weren't right for each other anyways. It was just a dumb crush."

"Jimin… What if I told you that ___ didn't actually reject you?"

"Wait… what?" The blonde boy frowns in confusion, "Mijoo, she didn't reply to my confession. That's as clear of a sign as any."

Mijoo's eyes mist over with emotion as she drops her gaze to the ground, "But what if… what if she never received the note…?"

Jimin stops in his tracks to stare at her with wide eyes as realization finally sinks in, "Mijoo…?"

The pretty brunette's chin wobbles dangerously before she curls her hands into tight fists and bravely looks up into his eyes, "I threw away your confession, Jimin. ___ never received it."

"Wh-what?" he says, stumbling back a step in astonishment, "Why would you do something like that?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's because I like you." She blinks once, twice, then bursts into tears, "I am so sorry, Jimin."

"You really shouldn't have done that," Jimin says in a quiet voice.

"I know," she sniffles, "I am a terrible, selfish bitch, and I don't deserve you. It shouldn't be me right now. You should be with ___."

Jimin shakes his head, clearly distraught as he attempts to think through this unexpected revelation, "Hold on a moment… What you did was wrong, but that… that just doesn't make sense."

"I don't deserve you," she repeats again, whole body trembling with emotion, "I'm really sorry, Jimin, but I can't be with you. You deserve better."

"Don't say that," he hastily reaches out to grab her hand, "There's no questioning that what you did was wrong, but the fact that you're telling me this shows me what a brave and caring person you are."

She lets out a watery laugh, "You're wrong. I'm a coward. And I don't know if I would have ever said anything if ___ didn't find out… Which is why we need to just break this off now. Before it can start…" she pauses to swallow loudly, "I really like you, Jimin. Thank you so much for being so kind to me. It was… it was really nice while it lasted," she says, words choking on the last sentence.

"Stop it," he growls, hand tightening around her wrist, "You've apologized and I've accepted your apology. Don't do this. Let's move on now."

"No, Jimin, you don't understand," she whimpers, trying to pull her wrist out of his grip, "We shouldn't be together. It should be you and ___!"

"You're the one who's not understanding," He informs her in a quiet, serious tone, "I did have a crush on ___ last year, but it meant nothing compare to how I feel about you… Kim Mijoo… Don't you know that I like you more than I could ever like ___?"

Mijoo's misty eyes soften at the same time your world comes tumbling down. Pain cripples you, petrifying your spine to stone. You almost double over in the hallway, hands leaving your mouth to press to your hollow chest instead.

"Jimin," Your roommate murmurs his name in a soft tone, moved by his words.

"I'm serious, Mijoo. You never have to worry about ___. I will always choose you… so maybe it's even for the best that she never received the note… because then I would have never gotten to know you."

This is the last straw. You can clearly see the way Mijoo's eyes gloss over and it's obvious how this is going to end. And you don't think you'd be able to stomach it. You turn to make a run for it so quickly that you nearly trip and fall on your face. Luckily, you regain your balance in time and run as fast as your feet can carry you, distinctly aware of the bile rising up your throat.

You sprint down the stairs with such haste that you nearly smash the drinks out of a sister's hand as you plow past her downstairs. She yells after you in indignation, but you don't stop until you've reached the solace of the backyard, hastily gulping down oxygen like your head's been held underwater.

Your world is still spinning around you in brilliant technicolors as you try to control your erratic breathing. Your heart is thrumming hard enough to burst from your chest and your thoughts whirl dizzily in your foggy mind. For a moment, you fear that you might be faint.

"___!" Someone calls out your name, "Are you okay?"

A strong hand surrounds encircles your forearm a second later, grounding you in place. You look up to find a confused-looking Jungkook standing before you. And behind him, Hyejin stands next to the abandoned grill, looking extremely displeased with the situation. But you can't think about her right now. Not when it feels like your heart is tearing in two.

"Jungkook," you whisper, clutching onto his sleeve with all your strength, "I need you to tell me the truth: Did Jimin really ever like me?"

The dark-haired man's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "Excuse me?"

"Last year when he said he had a crush on me… Is it true?"

Still, Jungkook looks perplexed, "What are you even talking about? No of course he doesn't like you! He likes your roommate. Did you bump your head or something? Geez. I mean, last year, he briefly crushed on this random Ice Queen chick in one of his classes. But she was just cold to him and so rude that he snapped out of it pretty quickly. And good riddance. Apparently, she was infamous for her noisy, social justice warrior, ultra-feminist—oh wait a minute…" Jungkook trails off as he finally makes the connection. His eyes widen comically, "That was you!"

You swallow noisily, "Did he say anything else?"

"Wait, hold on… If that girl he liked was you… Then you're the asshole for not answering his note! I know you're the ultimate Ice Queen, but how could you have been so mean?" he angrily scolds you.

You manage to force out a half-smile at him, "How do you know I ever received the note?"

Jungkook's frown increases as he tries to unveil the implications of your words, "What do you mean by that? I clearly remember Jimin saying that he handed the note to a sister to your house…"

"To who, though?" you prompt him.

"Hmm. I don't know. I think it was your roommate?"

You don't say anything for a moment, letting the words sink under his skin. A second later and—

"Oh, fuck!"

You chuckle humorlessly at the expression of horrified realization on Jungkook's face, "Yeah."

"What the fuck?! If what you say is true, then Mijoo is such a fucking snake. What the hell is her problem? We need to tell Jimin right away!"

"He already knows."

"What?! He already knows and yet he still wants to be with that liar? Fuck that shit! Let's go knock some sense into him."

You grab onto his arm before he can angrily tear into the house and hunt his roommate down, "Stop it, Jungkook. Don't start up drama when this is all already resolved."

"What?" He exclaims, turning to stare at you in shock, "How can you pretend to be okay with this when it's all so fucked up?"

You shrug, "She apologized and came clean to Jimin. And the fact that she can own up to her mistakes makes me realize how she's actually a good person… She's the one person most dear to me in this world… And they deserve each other, Jungkook. So just forget about it."

But he stubbornly continues to shake his head, "This is unfair, ___. You can't just let it go! What about Jimin?"

"What about him?" you venomously shoot back, threatened by the implications, "I said that Jimin's my type. That's all. It's not like I ever liked him or anything…"

"Yeah, but—"

"But what? Why should I even think about your roommate when I can have your face between my thighs right now?"

Jungkook's protests immediately die in his throat at this unexpected statement, "W-what?"

"You've been begging for weeks to eat me out, and now that you finally have the chance, are you really backing out?" you ask with a scoff, "Or would you rather fuck me instead?"

"I…" Jungkook stammers, clearly enticed by the proposition, but still riled up by the previous conversation, "I think you're trying to distract me right now," he says, harshly rubbing his fingers into his temples as he tries to stay focused.

"Am I? Or maybe I just want you to make me feel good… If you can, that is."

As expected, this riles him up, his mouth twisting into a sneer, "Of course I can, little girl. In fact, I'm going to fuck you up so hard that I'll ruin you for all other men."

A bead of arousal slides down your spine at his threat, breaking through the hollowness of your pain, "I bet the frat house is pretty empty right now, isn't it?"

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Jungkook says, hastily grabbing your hand to drag you through the door.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," Jungkook happily crows when the two of you crash into the room he shares with Jimin ten minutes later.

"Ah, what about the door?" you ask, panicking when he abruptly slams it shut.

"I have the key from Namjoon," he says, pulling out a small piece of silver from his pocket.

You raise your eyebrows in response, "It's like you were expecting this…"

"Not expecting, but hoping, yes," he says with a smirk as he plops the key down on his desk, "Now stop talking and take your damn clothes off."

"Where's my tie?" you ask as you obediently begin to unbutton your flannel shirt.

"Nightstand," he offhandedly says, too distracted by the skin revealed inch by inch to comment.

You pause in undressing to march to the nightstand and pluck the fabric from the drawer, "Great," you say, straightening to flash him a little wink, "We can put this to good use."

Jungkook's eyes darken with arousal, "Fuck yes," he growls, "I want you on your hands and knees… No… with your hands above your head… or maybe tied behind your back…" he says, voice trailing off as a thousand undoubtedly perverse images flash across his mind.

You raise a perfectly arched brow at him, "Jungkook, who said that I was the one getting tied up?"

"Ah, why'd you tie it so tight?" Jungkook angrily slams his bound wrists against the headboards a few minutes later.

"Because you're a muscle pig," you respond, flippant as you tug at his belt.

He looks like he wants to argue more, but at that moment, you yank his pants down to mid-thigh and wrap a hand around his length, "Wh-whatever," he grunts, "Next time, I'm going to fuck you up so bad, you'll be begging me to stop."

"Gross," you mildly comment as you roll the condom on him, "No thank you."

"Wait, what are you doing?" Jungkook calls out in alarm when you suddenly turn around with your back facing him.

You peer over your shoulder at him as you straddle his hips, "What's wrong?"

"You told me I could eat you out if I let you tie me up!"

You shrug, "I lied," and with that, you hook your panties to the side with two fingers, then slide down on his length.

"I fucking hate you," Jungkook chokes out as you start a rapid pace.

You hum in response, "Tell me to stop and I will."

"No, don't you fucking stop now," he growls, hands banging against the headboards as he struggles with his bindings, "But I'm gonna get you back for this, I swear."

You choose to ignore his pointless threats as you grab onto his knees for support and bounce up and down on him as fast as you possibly can. The ugly cage around your heart loosens a bit, and for the first time since walking in on Mijoo and Jimin an hour ago, it feels like you can breathe. You straighten your spine and inhale deeply, cherishing the sensations. It feels so good to be full again. It feels so good to have someone want you.

For this moment in time, you can forget that you're second best. You can forget that although Jimin liked you, he'll never like you as much as your best friend. For this moment in time, you have Jungkook, and that is enough.

He wants you… or at least your body. Maybe he doesn't actually care about you. Maybe he's just using you to get off. You're probably nothing more to him than a blow-up doll for his sexual needs… But isn't it better to be used than to be unwanted at all?

You would take this over the hollowness in your chest. You would gladly take the meaningless sex, the hard pounding of your pussy without a single gesture of affection. Who needs an emotional connection when you can have the pain beat out of you? Who needs someone to like you when you have someone to use you?

At that moment, Jungkook suddenly digs his heels into the mattress and rears his hips up into you, doubling the intensity of your fucking. The pain instantly envelopes every nerve ending, but the piquant sensations are more appealing than pleasure could ever be. The sharp pain blooming in your stomach distracts you from the fist around your heart.

"Thank you," you blurt out when Jungkook rockets his hips up so hard, you feel the skin bruise at impact, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Half an hour later, the two of you lay side by side on the bed, trying to recover from the intensity of your climaxes.

"Ow," Jungkook mumbles feebly when you finally untie his wrists. He rubs at the pink marks on his skin for a moment before letting his limbs flop uselessly back on the mattresses.

You're too exhausted to concern yourself with his comfort, so you just lie there with your eyes squeezed shut, allowing yourself a blessed moment of rest before you'll force yourself to leave again. But before you can muster the energy to reach for your abandoned clothing, Jungkook says something very unexpected.

"I don't know what's wrong with Jimin," he comments as he casually reaches over to skim his fingers across your bare arm. Neither of you had bothered to remove any of your clothes, and he stops before his fingers meet the hem of your sleeve. "I would pick you over Mijoo any day."

Your heart skips up to lodge in your throat, and the hand on your discarded shirt freezes, "Wh-what?"

He rolls over to prop his head on a hand, eyes meeting yours, "Even an idiot could tell that you're better than that lying roommate of yours."

You can't speak for a moment, silent as you consider him with wide eyes as though seeing him for the first time. He looks so serious, staring at you with such an intense expression on his face that you can't help but believe him. You exhale softly and reach over to touch his jaw, "Let's make this a regular thing."

Jungkook's dark brows raise in surprise, "Whoa, ___. I thought you knew I wasn't the type of guy to go for things like that."

"Whatever," you huff, ego bruising at the slight. You sit up to reach for your shirt again when Jungkook's fingers suddenly encircle your wrist to yank you back down in bed with him.

"But I think I'll make an exception for you," he continues with a smile, "I've never tried the friends-with-benefits thing before because I was afraid they'd all get clingy. But you're not the type to catch feelings, are you?"

"For you? Yeah right," you snort

His smile widens, "That's what I thought."

"We're not even friends," you point out.

"So just all benefits then?"

"Yes. And discretion."

He chuckles at that, "You've got yourself a deal, baby girl," he purrs, the hand on your wrist pulling you forward, "Should we seal it with a kiss?"

"Ah," you slap a hand over his mouth before he can lower his face to yours, "No kissing. That's my only condition, Jeon."

"What?!" He exclaims, irritably shoving your hand away, "How the hell can we possibly not kiss?"

"Take it or leave it, kid."

"Fine," he reluctantly relents, "I'm finally getting all the sex I want without messy emotions. I guess I can't complain."

"All the sex you want?" you repeat in alarm, "How much is that?"

"Oh, nothing too unreasonable," he replies, "Maybe just once a day?"

"Once a day?!" you explode, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Is that not enough?" he blinks in surprise, "Because I was just trying to be considerate to you. But I am more than happy to show you the extent of my stamina…"

"What? No! I was thinking more like once a week… maybe once every two weeks?"

"Two weeks?!" he exclaims, "Do you want me to die? How am I supposed to survive on just two fucks a month?!"

"I don't know, find some other girl or something."

"Wait, are you okay with me hooking up with other people?" he says in surprise.

"Yeah, why would I care? It's not like we're exclusive or anything," you grumble as you swing your legs off the bed to fumble around for your shoes.

"Oh my god, you're fucking perfect for me," Jungkook growls as he suddenly rolls over to tackle you to the bed.

His embrace is unexpectedly solid and for a moment, it feels like he's holding you together. You are speechless for a moment, unable to do anything but curl your fingers into the back of his shirt to hold him to you… but then you feel his lips slide up the curve of your neck.

"Don't kiss me," you warn as you push his head to the side.

"I'm not," he grumbles as he mouths at your throat instead, "I'm just thinking about how to best fuck you next… You down for round two, baby? You promised to let me eat you out."

"In your dreams, Jeon," you snort as you wiggle out of his hold, "See you in two weeks."

He sighs as he watches you slip out of his bed, "You are so fucking weird."

A few hours later, you find yourself sitting at your desk in your empty room, flipping through the pages of a journal you've kept since the beginning of university. You haven't written an entry for months, and you cringe at the sight of the tear stained pages from two years ago. Oh, how you have grown from that weak, naive little fool you were in your Freshman year. You shudder at the very memories.

You continue to turn the ink-smudges pages until you find a harshly scrawled page of words in red ink. The pen had jabbed into the paper so hard that pinpoint rips litter the page and the crimson of the ink bleeds through.

You read through the list of rules on the paper, blushing at the immaturity of your past self, before reaching for a black pen from your desk and crossing the entire page out.

Then you calmly flip to the next page and write a title in big, bold letters on the top page. New Rules.

You pause for a moment, staring at the blank page. Then you write down the first rule. One—don't fall for anyone unless they reciprocate.

Your face burns at the reminder of the conversation you eavesdropped on today. Maybe Jimin likes Mijoo better. Maybe there's a whole host of men who would prefer your prettier best friend. But there has to be someone who would like you better. There has to be. You refuse to feel second best like this ever again. You're fine just the way you are. And there must be somebody out there who can realize that. And if you find that person…

Two—don't hesitate to confess.

You don't care how much people laugh at you. You don't care how much pain you're setting yourself up for. You want to, no you need to be loved. You've lived over twenty years in solitude and you can't live like this anymore. You're going to start putting yourself out there, the consequences be damned. Even if someone crushes your confidence like Jimin did just hours ago… well, at least you tried. It's better to try and fail than to stay numb as the reigning Ice Queen forever.

You pause to stare at the neatly written lines across the paper. The darkness of the ink stands in stark contrast with the creamy white of the paper. You grip the pen tightly in your hand before lowering it back down to write perhaps the most important rule of them all.

Three—don't kiss Jeon Jungkook.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but please don’t ask me for updates!