#so that should hopefully get my arm to stop twitching even thought salt pills didn’t

[tj-crochets]

I still cannot work on the quilt yet, so lunch break time is puzzle time! It’s a puzzle of old cans of soda. Also, cans of sparkling Gatorade????? I did not know that was a thing that ever existed

[bratkook]

clairvoyant. (m) part one.

masterlist.

Author’s note: I have no idea where this came from or where it’s going *shrug* I do know it’ll contain drugs, alcohol and smut, with angst so there ya go! Also not sure who it’ll be centered around so enjoy the mystery.

Word count: 3k

The smell of cigarette smoke was overwhelming in his bedroom despite the incense he had that he swore would mask the smell, it clearly wasn’t doing much. You were sat facing him on the floor, your legs tucked underneath your bum as you held the clamp to his lip and held a needle in your other hand, “Dude, don’t you think you should, I don’t know…take that out of your mouth when I do this?” 

His eyes looked everywhere but at you, bouncing around the posters on his wall to his dirty hamper in the corner, literally anywhere but your eyes because he was terrified. “It helps calm my nerves, there’s no way in hell I’m taking this out of my mouth. Thanks for the shitty suggestion though.”

He took another drag, ignoring you’re look of disapproval and continuing to avoid eye contact. You just let out a huff of annoyance, focusing on securing the clamp on his lip, “Fine, but if it comes out crooked it’s your fault.”

You could see the gears turning in his head as he thought of a perfect come back, but you being your petty self took that moment to shove the needle through his lip. His eyes bulged out and his cigarette dropped from his mouth and landed on his knees. You’re positive the ashes burn but due to his shock it takes him a while to react.

He comes back to life when you exchange the sharp needle for a blunt hollow one, his hands immediately swatting off the cigarette butt as he winces from your movements.

“Stay still!” You scold him, not being able to bite back the smile and giggle that slips through your lips when you see the signature look he gives when he’s pissed.

You could feel him glaring at you as you slide the ring through the hollow needle and secure the ball at the end of it, leaning back to fully examine your work. Wow….pat yourself on the back, you should become a piercer god damn you have talent.

“You could have given me a fucking warning!” He shouts at you with newfound confidence when he knows there’s no way for you to harm him. You pick up the cigarette he dropped in his moment between life and death and slip it between your lips, taking a drag and slapping his hands before they’re able to pick at his new piercing.

“A warning? What the fuck are you Park Jimin, 15?” His eyes twitch as he looks at you smoking and gathering up your things with a smirk, “Did you want me to hold your hand and talk you through it?”

You continue picking up your stuff from his wooden floors, tossing them in your bag carelessly and zipping it up once you were sure you had everything. “Oh!” Your fingers dug into the tiny zipper on the side and pulled out two small bags.

“Why are you giving me coke?”

The bags were tossed at his face as you rolled your eyes, “It’s not coke you dumbass. Sea salt, you know, to clean your piercing.” He just looked at the bags, giant question marks hanging over his head, “Honestly if you show up to class and have disgusting crusties all over that thing I will rip it out.”

“Sea salt….crusties….not good….” he mumbled to himself before nodding and placing them on his dresser. You took his mumbling as him understanding and slung your bag over your shoulder, stepping over the vinyl on his floor as you made a beeline for his door, only stopping and looking back when he called your name.

“You’re going tomorrow right?”

Tomorrow…the start of your second year of college. Also known as the year where you should kind of have your shit figured out, at least a bit. It wasn’t like you haven’t been thinking about school this entire break, it was practically eating you alive with stress and no matter how hard you tried to seem nonchalant about it you couldn’t help but constantly look for the grey hairs that were bound to pop up.

“Of course I’m going, it’s the first–”

“No,” he cut you off with a wave of his hand, “the freshman mixer, not class.”

Jimin watched you as you went through a moment of confusion, your lips pursed and thinking hard as if he had just spat out some riddle, but then it clicked and you let out a laugh, “Yeah, yeah of course I’ll be there.”

He nodded in approval shouting out to bring your camera as you left his room and his apartment altogether.

Your head was cast downward as you clicked through the pictures on your camera, your lips curving up into a smile when you flipped through the endless photos of you and your group at one of the many summer parties that just passed. The amount of drunken selfies and extremely questionable scenarios just made you miss the carefree feeling that came with no school, now you felt a pit of uneasiness in your stomach and you felt just as anxious as the freshman all around you.

Speaking of them, it was a shock you hadn’t rudely ran into one from how distracted you were, but that was thanks to Yoongi who had his arm draped around your shoulder to help guide you. His face was blank but you could see his eyes scanning the whole area.

He was looking for campus police.

“Clear?”

He hummed and did another check before nodding, “Surprisingly, I guess they have trust in the freshman class this year.”

That was a shock, when you had gone to the freshman mixer the year before it was swarming with campus police. At the time you couldn’t really figure out why they were so uptight but when you met Yoongi and his group it all clicked. Apparently Jimin had posted something on twitter about selling pills and news got to the school principal so they decided to basically TSA our asses that day.

That was beyond eventful to say the least and it was the day you met your group of friends so it was definitely a good memory for you.

“What lens is that?”

Yoongi slips you out of your nostalgic daydreaming and you cast a glance back at your camera to double check, “24-70 with an F stop of 2.8.”

He lets out a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling up and his gummy smile coming out, “Fuck, you’re gonna be able to really zoom into all of Tae good parts huh?”

“Oh yeah, he asked for HD and that’s what he’ll get. Hell maybe i’ll blow up a few stills for him, think he’d appreciate that?”

“I definitely would.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, in this case wearing a pair of black sweats and a cut up band tee. His bright red hair looks a damn mess, probably due to the fact that he literally just rolled out of bed but it suits him.

“I’m thinking a good 40 inches tall, on canvas. Think you can do it?”

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh as you think of the poor photo studio that would have to print that out for you, “Why so big?”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he shrugs, “It might be a good icebreaker for my new roommate. What doesn’t say ‘Hey let’s be friends’ like a giant photo displaying my ass right above my bed?”

Yoongi chokes out a laugh at that, obviously being able to picture out the whole scenario he had just painted. That poor freshman was going to be completely traumatized before he even got to introduce himself. Tae’s personality is really in your face and unfiltered, if you can’t match it you run from it so hopefully the new guy could block it out like Jin used to.

“That’s exactly why I said fuck no when you asked me to dorm with you after Jin graduated.”

The three of you turn to see Jimin walking into the conversation, a beanie covering his blonde hair which contrasted against his all black outfit. A teasing smirk was on his face and his new lip ring was actually looking clean.

“Shut up liar, you love me. You only wanted to live alone so you could jack off in peace.”

“Plus not all of us are trust fund babies that have the luxury of living off campus Mr.Park.” Yoongi adds jokingly.

Jimin only scoffs and adjusts the Rolex on his wrist as if that didn’t just prove Yoongi’s statement, “Whatever,” he sighs out, “let’s get this show on the road, cmon!” He claps loudly, gaining attention from a few girls who basically end up gawking at him.

Taehyung looks at you for confirmation and you slip your phone out of your pocket, swiping through a few texts before making eye contact with him again and nodding, “Namjoon can’t make it cause work and Hoseok’s helping Jin move in so yeah, let’s do it.”

By now the freshman mixer had filled up, people were mingling and sharing class schedules. There was a few hit songs playing in the background and a crowd had formed around the food tables so now was a good time if he really wanted an audience.

Jimin and Yoongi made their way to the food table, which was right next to the makeshift stage that the principal was set to give her pep talk at later on, while you and Tae stayed off to the side.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this for an xbox.”

He reached into your bag and pulled out the beanie and mask he had asked you to bring him, “It’s not just for an xbox, Jimin said he’d pay half my tuition this semester if I did it.”

You helped him tuck his hair underneath the beanie because if anyone spotted it they would immediately know it was him. “Well that clearly changes everything…”

He gave you a grin, slipping on the black mask and tugging it down slightly so you could hear him talk properly. “If anything happens and they chase me down and my dick breaks off when I get tackled…I want you to know that I’ll still be here for you Y/N.”

Your brows furrowed when you felt him place a kiss on your forehead, the sweet gesture counteracting his raunchy words but you just rolled your eyes and muttered that he was disgusting before walking over to join Jimin and Yoongi.

A deep sigh left you as you came and rested your arm high up on Jimin’s shoulders, his frame supporting the extra weight as you leaned on him. “Had I known you were paying Tae’s tuition I would’ve joined him.”

You were expecting him to laugh at your comment but he froze and turned to look at you with both brows raised up and a seriously concerned face, “Why? Are you having trouble again?”

He didn’t wait for a response before fishing his phone out of his pockets and tapping away. You already knew what he was doing so you didn’t think twice when you reached for it and locked it, “No, no I’m not. It was a joke Jimin.”

Keep eye contact or he’ll see right through you, is the mantra you repeated in your head as he squinted at you, trying to see if you’d fidget.

“Hm,” he hummed out, “okay. But if you ever need anything you know I’m here right?” He pulled you into his side, smoothly ending the conversation before you could protest, and ruffled your hair up like an older brother would before pointing at the stage where Taehyung was.

Oh god, this was gonna be good.

He tapped the lone microphone that stood center stage, clearing his throat awkwardly and gaining the attention of all the freshman. Your hands had a mind of their own and had already began recording the entire thing. It really was a mystery how he would decide to play this thing out.

The murmurs began, questions of who he was, why he was wearing a mask, if he was gonna whip out a gun, and people saying they were leaving was all that could be heard.

“Hello freshman class!” His voice was slightly muffled behind the mask, making him sound a little creepy, “I’m the official representative of the freshman welcoming committee. And my first order of business in welcoming you to our wonderful school is to become…well acquainted–”

Your eyes were glued on your viewfinder, making sure he was in focus but from your peripheral you could see Yoongi waving his hands and pointing to the side. You panned the camera over and laughed when you saw the principal and two scrawny campus police chasing behind her as she headed straight for the stage.

“He has about 90 seconds before he loses the bet.” Jimin mumbled beside you as you turned the camera back towards Tae who had already seen the situation.

His hands rubbed together in a moment of thought, “Fuck, sorry everyone!” Before he could doubt himself he ripped off his shirt and haphazardly managed to take his sweats off, ignoring the collective gasps of everyone seeing him in all his glory as he bolted off the stage.

The three of you couldn’t hold back your laughter as he weaved his way through the crowd of freshman, your mind was on balancing your lens, recording and capturing everyone either covering their face or not being able to look away. Tae was completely shameless, holding both hands in the air and managing to throw a finger heart toward at the camera.

You were half expecting people to shove him away but it was the exact opposite, people had their phones out trying to take selfies with him as he passed by. He had even gone as far as full on twirling girls around like they were dancing if they would let him.

The second the campus police saw him butt naked, they took off after him, “Run!” Yoongi shouted out, causing Tae to look back and scream when he saw them get closer. By now the majority of people began cheering him on, a few even getting in the way of the police to let him get further.

Your camera’s shutter kept clicking as you snapped the pictures he wanted while recording, there would definitely be a picture of his butt somewhere in there worthy of a 40 inch canvas.

He had a good distance now and decided it was safe to turn back to face everyone and bow before taking off down through the parking lot, surely managing to somehow hide out and sneak into the dorms.

Your eyes were still looking through your viewfinder as your panned back around to record everyone’s reactions so you didn’t notice the poor guy close enough to get a good taste of your lens as it whacked him in the nose and mouth.

“What the hell, ow!”

You flinched and basically tossed your camera, resulting in it literally sucker punching the poor guy again before it landed securely against your chest.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” One hand was clutching his nose and the other his left eye as he groaned in pain. That lens was no joke so you could imagine how bad it hurt. He sniffled and raised his head back up and that’s when you noticed some red beginning to seep through his fingers.

Queue you freaking out.

Your eyes were like saucers as they scanned the area before landing on the food table and seeing the napkins. Your fingers grabbed a hold of his white shirt and tugged him behind you, not caring about the other people that fell victim to your camera jamming into their backs and stomachs.

The blood had began to drip down his hand and he let out another groan when it landed on his shirt, “Fuck…wow, I’m really sorry.” You refused to make eye contact as you grabbed a handful of napkins and opened a bottle of water to wet them a bit.

His head was tilted back when you decided to finally look at him so you reached up and grabbed his hair, tugging him back down, “Do you want to choke on your own blood? Don’t do that!”

He gave you a small glare, taking the napkins from your hand and pressing them against his bloody nose, “I wouldn’t be bleeding if it wasn’t for you.” Oh, he was upset. Anyone would be, he came to a freshman mixer, maybe expecting to meet a few cute girls or guys and instead he sees Taehyung’s dick and gets a beat down from a Canon. Not exactly a perfect day.

He winced every time he rubbed the blood away, reaching over to grab more napkins after a while to make sure he got it all off.

“I-Is it broken?” You quietly asked him, chewing on your lip as you saw him touch it to really assess the damage.

“No…I don’t think so.” You let out a sigh of relief, your hand coming up to rub down your face, “It’s probably bruised and I think my eyes fine. My shirt though, that’s probably ruined.”

His fingers picked at one of the splotches of blood on his shirt as your reached into your purse and brought out your wallet. You pulled out a twenty and handed it over to him, “I’m sorry, here.”

The bill stayed in your hands as he looked at it and then you with wide eyes, “No, it’s okay. It’s a basic shirt–”

“Please just take it, it’ll make me feel better.”

After a few moments of dreadful silence, he finally plucked it out of your hands and folded it up, only to reach back over and shove it right into your purse again. His fingers came back up to gently touch around his nose and eye, letting out a sigh as he dropped them and shoved his hands into his pockets, “It’s fine, no one lost any limbs. By the way, sorry for sounding like a douche. You hitting me was an accident, I overreacted.”

Was this the twilight zone?

You pursed your lips and tilted your head like a lost puppy, “Why are you apol–”

“Y/N!”

The both of you turned at the sound and you spotted Jimin and Yoongi waving you over as they walked towards the dorms. They were gonna go see if Tae managed to make it in.

“Sorry, I have to–um–it was nice to meet you…”

“Jungkook.”

You clapped your hands and nodded as you walked backwards, “Right, Jungkook. Sorry for beating you. Have a good first year in college!” You shot him a thumbs up before awkwardly turning around and running towards your friends.

Way to go, not even 4 hours into the new semester and you already managed to make someone bleed. At least the poor guys day could only go up from here.