#was literally JUST about to leave the dorm to go get some grub when this image popped into my head fully formed

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oh poor thang

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clairvoyant. (m) part three.

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word count: 5.6k

author’s note: oh look theres some smut in this chapter wooo. surprise surprise, I still dont know who this is centered around but enjoy getting to know the characters because theyre a lot of fun to write. leave feedback if u can tysm.

warnings: oral (m receiving) 

Cheers could be heard coming from the living room, taking you and Hoseok out of your hunt for literally anything to eat. The contents of your cup were running low because you kept taking gulps to get rid of the cotton mouth you had going on.

Were you guys drunk? No not exactly.

Were you guys high? Yes, extremely.

“Why don’t they have any snacks?!” Hoseok shouted, slamming yet another cabinet shut.

“They don’t know what food is, they live off cocaine. C’mon Hobi, it’s the classic frat boy diet.” He smacked his head with a laugh, muttering out a duhh.

You went back to digging through drawers, seeing an abundance of lighters and no food when suddenly something hit your head, bouncing off and landing on the floor behind you. Your fingers rubbed the spot before you turned around and nearly yelled when you saw a bag of doritos laying there. “Apparently they live off cocaine and doritos, this cabinet is stocked with them.”

You couldn’t even thank Hoseok as you ripped the bag open and hummed when you munched away at them. If he hadn’t found these you were probably going to leave the party to grub on something greasy, but cool ranch doritos saved the night.

The small bag was finished in about a minute, being crumpled up by your hand as you licked your fingers and handed your cup to Hobi for him to refill.

“Have you seen Jimin?” He asked you while pouring some juice into your cup before mixing in some alcohol.

You left the crumpled bag on the counter, letting the owners worry about it later, “I lost him about an hour ago, go check the rooms.” You suggested, giving him a smirk and breaking out into a laugh when you saw his face of utter disgust.

“Yeah pass, I don’t want to witness whatever the fuck he’s into.” You gave him a shrug as you opted for grabbing his cup for a quick sip, “Some freshman’s probably plotting on getting him to deflower her tonight, you wanna bet?” He added on, handing your own cup back over to you once his little concoction was complete.

You side-eyed him while taking a sip, “How much do you wanna lose tonight? Jimin stays away from girls his age and younger–”

“Except for you.”

“That was one time!” You shout out, feeling the need to explain yourself to Hoseok. Really it was only one time, before you guys even really knew each other and while you both were very very drunk. After the freshman mixer everyone had gone to a party and you recognized him. One thing lead to another and next thing you knew you were sneaking out of a random room, trying not to wake him up as you made your getaway. When he ended up being friends with some guy in your lighting class–Yoongi–you both just decided to move on, no questions asked and no awkwardness gained, luckily.

“Anyways...he’s got like a virgin detector, the second he spots one he’s out of there.”

His lips were already forming a response but you raised your finger up, successfully shutting him up as the cheers you both heard earlier were getting louder.

What the fuck...was all you could mutter to yourself as you headed out of the kitchen to follow the noise. Other drunken students were gathered in a circle, wildly chanting some drunken slur that you couldn't decipher because of how out of unison it was.

“Wait, is that a stripper pole?” Hoseok asked behind you, that only made you more curious as you tried to slip between people because dammit why were there so many tall people here?

As you got closer to the center you could clearly hear that they were chanting someone's name, “Kim Taehyung! Kim Taehyung!”

You dipped under the cups that people held up and finally got a clear view of Tae peeling off his shirt, spinning it above his head before flinging it somewhere into the crowd, causing whoever caught it to scream even louder.

Someone had graciously switched the music to a song by the Weeknd and Tae obviously appreciated it seeing as he grasped onto the pole and walked around it. His hair was held back by a bandana tied around his head and he only wore a pair of black skinny jeans and converse, clearly not pole dancing friendly but that didn't stop him as he confidently grasped the pole with both hands and tried to lift himself upside down.

If he had any upper body strength it would’ve been a great execution but he had zero so the second he went up he went right back down, hitting the floor with a thud and making everyone cheer even louder for his effort.

His signature boxy smile revealed itself as he laughed at his failed attempt, clearly not caring that he couldn’t even manage to at least flip himself halfway. You threw back the rest of your drink and walked towards him, crouching down as he stayed on the floor.

“Concussion?”

He shook his head, “Maybe a bruised ass.”

You gently tapped on his bare stomach with a smile, “C’mon you baby, walk it off.”

The crowds attention was easily diverted as a completely wasted girl gave her shot at pole dancing, no longer caring about Taehyung waddling away from them as he rubbed the sore spot on his ass. You looked around to spot Hoseok but noticed he was now among the crowd cheering on this girl who was actually pretty good at pole dancing.

It was nearing 12:30 and the party didn’t seem like it would die down anytime soon, if anything more and more students kept slipping through the door. At least you weren’t gonna be the only hung over one at school tomorrow.

The both of you had managed to slip between people until you ended up by the staircase, a relatively more quiet area of the house. Tae wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, resting his head on your shoulder which was probably not comfortable at all but you let him be, choosing to play with his hair and hearing him sigh in appreciation.

“You good?” You quietly asked him, he said his butt hurt but he did hit the floor pretty hard.

You could feel him nod against you, also feeling that his lips were spreading out in a smile, “You know what would make me feel even better?”

The fingers that were playing with his hair froze at the question and your lips pursed in amusement, a hum being the only response to his question.

His teeth gently bit down on your shoulder as he pulled you even closer to him, causing you to laugh, “Seeing you on your knees would make me feel so much better.”

You could only roll your eyes at him as you resumed playing with his hair, “Oh really?”

This wasn’t uncommon, you and Taehyung had a special friendship, you say friendship because it is definitely not a relationship by any means. It had started second semester of the first year, around the time where your problems seemed to be piling up. You were constantly stressed and juggling school work with actual work and seeing as you and the others had already gotten so close, and also seeing as Taehyung didn’t have a filter, he had suggested helping you out.

For some reason you had assumed he meant help you out with school work but when he had showed up at your dorm with obvious intentions, it didn’t take much mulling over for you to accept the help he was offering. It was great really, he was always eager to eat you out for hours without expecting anything in return but when you did return the favor it was definitely worth it.

It was an ideal situation, you both got a chance to let out some steam with one another without the fear of becoming attached. Taehyung said a big no to relationships and you didn’t see him as a boyfriend, just simple care free fun with the freedom of hooking up with other people with no hurt feelings.

“Yes really,” he gave your hips a squeeze, “I just busted my ass in front of a bunch of people Y/N. Make me feel better.” He whined out playfully, finally picking his head up to look at you with his brows raised in question.

Your teeth bit down on your bottom lip and you sighed as you gave in, grabbing his hand and yanking him behind you as you made your way up the stairs. You couldn’t even make it up halfway before his arms were around your waist again, his teeth playfully nipping at your neck as you giggled, attempting to swat him off with no effort.

The upstairs area of the party was pretty vacant, a couple of people making out against the wall, some people in the bathroom and obviously people in the rooms doing scandalous things but your goal was the third door on the left, already knowing it was a relatively spacious and empty coat closet.

You threw it open and felt Tae push you inside and shut the door behind him, flicking on the dim light inside. His hands cradled your face as he pushed you against the wall on the right, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. Tae was a fan of taking things slow but not at parties and that was made very clear when he wasted no time in letting his tongue find his way into your mouth. You let out a groan at the feeling and trailed your fingers up and down his bare chest, feeling the goosebumps pop up from the sensation.

Wasting no time, you fumbled with his jeans, not being able to see anything because he wouldn’t let you break the kiss, finally popping open the button and pulling down his zipper. Your hand slipped inside and he pulled away from kissing you, letting out a pant as you palmed his bulge. His breath hit your neck and he gently sucked on your skin, flicking his tongue on it before backing up again, making you shiver, “Be a good girl, don’t tease me.”

Your foreheads pressed together momentarily and you gave him one last kiss before slowly dropping down, letting your fingertips softly drag down his chest as you went. His fingers immediately went to your hair, brushing it back as he saw you pulling down his pants and boxers, and he couldn't hold back the sigh of relief when you finally pulled his length out.

Your eyes flicked up to him, seeing him staring at you with hooded eyes and his lip between his teeth, waiting for your next move. Your cold hand grasped him and he let out a hiss at the feeling, enjoying the contrast of his pulsing member and your cool hand too much to protest, not that he had any time to because soon enough your warm mouth was inviting him in and making his eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered out, his hand grabbing  more chunks of your hair that had fallen into your face and pulling them back. God, he always loved your mouth, loved seeing you on your knees as you did all you could to push him over the edge. It was even better because he knew you loved the feeling of his dick in your mouth as much as he did.

Your hand jerked him up every time you bobbed back down and as you came up you made sure you flick your tongue against his slit, always enjoying the slight shivers that went through Tae’s body at the motion.

“You take my cock so well baby.” He moaned out, making you flick your eyes back up to him and he groaned out louder when you made eye contact. How could you look so god damn innocent when your mouth was the epitome of sin itself.

You’d never get tired of seeing him from this position, he looked so fucked out and needy and you knew he wanted to lose control but you wanted to tease him a little. Your mouth popped off of him and you grasped him with your right hand, letting your tongue gently trail on the underside of his dick, applying slight pressure for him to feel something but not enough so it felt frustrating and you could feel his frustration growing as you repeated the motions.

His hands remained in your hair, his tugging getting rougher as your teasing continued. Your lips sucked on the side of his dick for a moment longer before you pulled back with a giggle, “What’s the matter Tae?”

His stomach tensed at the absence of friction and his length was dripping precum, the head throbbing and red and just begging to be shoved down your throat. “Do you wanna fuck my mouth?” You asked him when he stayed quiet, reading his mind and he swore he could have came right then and there, letting out a whine as he nodded.

You gave the tip of his dick a kiss and placed your hands behind your back, letting your jaw slack as you waited for him. Tae’s hands grasped his cock, jerking it a couple of times before guiding it into your mouth, letting the weight of it rest on your tongue for a moment before he slowly pushed in, giving you time to relax and breath.

His hands went back to your hair and you moaned as he tugged it harshly, thrusting his hips forward before pulling back and repeating the motion, each time pushing further in.

He was getting lost in the feeling of it, using your mouth the way he knew you liked. The sounds filling up this coat closet were obscene, Taehyung’s grunts of pleasure and the sounds of your slurps every time you sucked as he pulled back. The tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag but he didn’t let up, if anything he sped up, wanting to feel your throat swallow around him again.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me baby.” His right hand gently rubbed your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had slipped out. He knew you could take it, you always did and that's why he enjoyed this so much.

You shut your eyes and took a breath when he thrust out, letting your jaw relax so you could deep throat him more easily. You could see his stomach muscles tensing, letting you know he wasn’t far from the edge so your hands grasped his thighs, stopping him from thrusting and letting you take the rest of his length down your throat until your nose touched the small patch of hair he had, and that's when you swallowed.

His reaction was all you wanted, he practically doubled over as he moaned loudly, not caring about anyone possibly hearing him. “Oh my god, d-do that again, please.”

You hummed as you pulled back, enjoying his begging and feeling his grasp in your hair tighten, wanting to pull your forward. “I’m close baby, please.” He moaned out again, sounding desperate so you gave him what he wanted, bobbing your head a few more times, hearing his breath hitch and a couple of whines leave his lips and then you sunk down again, swallowing a second time and feeling him twitch in your mouth as he came

His hands held you down on him, not letting you come up for air as you did your best to swallow his come, your throat tightening against him and milking his orgasm, causing him to spasm slightly before he finally let you off, a trail of spit and cum connecting his softening dick to your lips and he moaned again at the sight.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He panted out, resting back against the opposite wall as he tried to recompose himself. The air in here felt stuffy and your throat felt raw so you just gave him a smile, wiping your mouth and standing back up, wincing at the dull ache you felt on your knees.

“You okay?” He asked you, tucking himself back into his boxers and doing up his pants again, his hands going for your shoulders to help steady you out. The small smile he gave you was heartwarming as he gathered up your very messy hair and did his best to throw it up into a bun, plucking the scrunchie off your wrist to tie it up.

“Knees and throat hurt.” You mumbled out, your voice was raspy and only made you sound rough which just made you and him laugh.

“You took my dick like a champ tho.” A face of complete disgust was thrown his way as you shoved him away from you and threw the door open, trying to run away from him but your knees were clearly on a different page.

The loud shriek you let out as he hauled you up momentarily gained attention from the lovers littering the hallways before they went back to their activities of groping one another, “Where the fuck was this upper body strength when you were pole dancing Tae?”

He grunted as he shifted you higher up in his arms, “Honestly, I’m two seconds away from dropping you and no,” he cut you off before you could even make a comment, “that was not a weight comment okay, I am just a weak man.” You gently patted his red hair, smoothing out the strands and fixing the bandana as he let you down with a huff, clearly out of breath as you made your way back down the stairs.

“Wow…” he wheezed out, his hands on his knees, “I really have to start working out.” You gave him a once over, he was definitely skinny but not scrawny, he was soft in all the right places.

“If you want.” You suggested with a shrug, if he wanted to get leaned out then let him have at it. He followed your path to the kitchen, mumbling some shit out about his roommate but you paid it no mind, instead you focused on the blonde fluffy mess that was Park Jimin’s hair. Your eyes zeroed in on their target, your fingers twisting a strand and tugging on it, causing his head to yank back from the force.

He just let out a deep sigh, already knowing it was you and knowing he was gonna get an earful for basically going MIA an hour in and breaking his promise of getting you smashed. His attention was no longer on the pretty brunette he was chatting with a moment ago, a look of disinterest casting on his face and she clearly got the memo as she huffed and sauntered off with a flip of her hair.

His brown eyes looked at you, just waiting for it to start but it never came. Instead you hopped onto the counter, swinging your legs and snatching the cup out of his hands and taking a swig. “Wow, is this pure vodka?” You licked your lips, trying to get a flavor for it.

“Basically,” he snatched the red solo cup back and gulped some down, “vodka with a tiny bit of cranberry juice.”

The next person to snatch his cup was Taehyung, needing to get a taste of it himself. He only licked his lips and hummed, “Not bad.” Jimin just grinned, reaching for the bottle of vodka beside you and pouring some more into the cup. And this week on do you know you’re an alcoholic?

You made grabby motions towards it and he handed it over, plucking another cup off the plenty of stacks in the kitchen and making another one. Leave it to the bastards at Delta fucking whatever to have an abundance of lighters, doritos, and red solo cups.

“Where are the others?” You asked, your eyes roaming through the window hole that let you see some of the living room.

Jimin set the bottle down and picked up his cup, resting his elbows against the counter next to you as Taehyung did the same. “Yoongi is passed out in the hammock outside, don’t know what he took but he’s out cold.” You could just picture him in a ball on the beat up hammock that was somehow still going strong despite all the parties.

“Namjoon disappeared with some girl a while back and Hoseok made Jin drive him to get some food, how much did you guys smoke?”

You swallowed your drink and hummed, “A lot, but his tolerance isn’t as high as mine so he was pretty stoned.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment, turning his head over and inspecting Taehyung with an amused face, “Why are you shirtless?”

Tae ran his hands down his chest, rubbing at his tummy with a grin, “I flung it off when I got on the stripper pole, which you would have seen if you hadn’t disappeared.”

Jimin raised his hands up in defense, “Sorry, I would’ve loved to see you unleash your inner exotic dancer but I was trying to help Yoongi not freak the fuck out.”

“Bad trip?”

He grunted and nodded, “Super. He might have taken acid? I’m not even sure but one second he was fine, the next he was crying and now he’s sleeping like a baby.”

Time and time again you had told Yoongi that acid just wasn’t for him, every time he’s taken it he ends up like this. I guess he’ll never learn, but it's a good laugh.

Looking around at this party you could tell everyone was significantly more drunk than you and that definitely was not okay, considering you were meant to get blackout drunk and then cry about your issues tomorrow during lecture.

You took a breath before you chugged the remainder of your cup, sighing as the contents burned your throat on the way down. Then you grabbed Jimin’s cup, chugging down that also as he just stared at you with wide eyes, “Slow down psycho.”

You tossed the cup to the side and wiped your mouth, pointing a finger at him, “You told me we were gonna get drunk, I don’t know about you but I’m not feeling drunk.”

His hand grasped your finger and he laughed, “Your words are kind of slurring together Y/N, but alright, they’re doing keg stands outside let's go.”

You hopped off the counter with newfound enthusiasm, pumping your fist up as you made your way to the backyard, immediately spotting Yoongi laying on the hammock on the far left.

“Hey, she wants to go!” Jimin shouted out for you and you threw your arms up in response, hearing a few other drunk people cheering you on. Thank god Taehyung had thrown your hair up in this absolutely tragic bun or it would probably smother you right now.

“Grab on.” Jimin told you and you listened, your hands grabbing on to either side of the keg as you felt Jimin and one of the new pledges grab onto your legs to help lift you up.

You went from seeing everyone looking at you to seeing the ground to then seeing black and having it transition into a dull orange behind your eyelids.

The pounding feeling in your brain was getting stronger as you really woke up and you knew it was the next day and you had to go to lecture but did you really have to go?

You groaned and flipped over, stuffing your face into the pillow you were laying on and going limp as your body relaxed, feeling yourself drifting back off into sleep. Your breathing had just evened out until the blaring sounds of an alarm clock woke you right back up.

Why, why did your roommate have to do this? You know that alarm wasn’t yours but couldn’t she have put her phone on vibrate and shoved it under her pillow?

You shoved your face deeper into the pillow, covering your ears with it but still managing to hear the sound of footsteps walking around the dorm and shutting it off. The movements were hasty and there was a lot of hopping but you didn’t let yourself peak up to see her struggle to head out. A few minutes later the door shut and the room was silent again.

Moment of truth…were you going to lecture? If you don’t go you’ll get dropped since it's the first day and if you get dropped you don’t meet the required units needed to maintain your scholarship. Wow good debate.

You lifted your head up and immediately something was wrong because this was not your bed, or your room for that matter. Your eyes followed up the wall and were greeting with the great sight of Tae’s butt on canvas, lovely.

With a huff you got out of bed, not questioning where he was or why you were here, you’ve woken up in stranger places, one of them being the shower in the boy dorm.

His roommate’s laptop was lit up showing you it was 7:50in the morning and you had 10 minutes to get ready and run your ass to class. You tossed your clothes off and grabbed one of Tae’s band tees and a pair of sweats on the floor before you ran out of there and slipped into the elevator.

“You’re lucky I’m the one seeing you leave right now.”

Namjoon, of course. He was the RA for this floor at this hour thank god, if anyone else had seen you leaving a room looking like this it would've been a definite write up.

“Thanks, love you!” You shouted out before sliding between the doors and running out before anyone else could spot you.

You had absolutely nothing on you, no bag, no paper or pens, hell where the fuck was your phone? But you had no time to stop at your dorm to pick supplies up, no you were basically sprinting across campus to enter the language arts building, thanking the graces of god for allowing your class to be held on the first floor.

Your eyes spotted room 115 and you nearly slammed into a few people as you made it inside, instantly slowing down your pace and scanning the room for a free seat.

The professor wasn’t there yet which meant he thankfully didn’t have to watch your train wreck self make your way up the steps to one of the last rows in the back. You were too focused on making it to your seat to notice the pair of eyes on you as you walked, they instantly recognized you and they couldn’t help but grin to themselves at the sight of a familiar face as they went back to opening their notebook to get ready.

The second you sat down you covered your head with your hands, placing it on the desk and groaning. “Rough night?” Someone beside you spoke up, sounding very amused.

You peeked through a space in your arm to find the owner of the voice, seeing someone with blonde hair and a curious smile. That caught your attention so you sat up and smiled back, “Very. Do I look as bad as I think I do?”

His lips pursed as he looked you over, giving you a shrug, “A little, but it’s okay. It’s an 8am class, I don’t think fashion is anyone's priority.”

Your fingers released the scrunchie in your hair, how was this thing still in place after last night, and remade your bun into a ponytail instead. “Thanks for not being an ass. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, offering your hand to shake.

His eyes flickered down to it and he smiled again before taking it, “Jackson.”

“Since I’m obviously a mess, do you happen to have a paper and pen I could borrow?” He nodded and handed a few sheets of papers and a pen he claimed was his favorite, just in time because the professor walked in and slammed the door shut, instantly beginning a speech on the first day of class.

The hour and a half spent there was enjoyable, it was always a pleasure to have a professor who loved teaching and didn’t pounce at an opportunity to single students out on the first day. If you were honestly speaking though, you probably would’ve enjoyed it a lot more if you weren’t on the verge of puking because of this headache.

“Thanks for the pen.” You handed it back to Jackson as the last of the students began packing up their stuff but he shook his head and told you to keep it. Your fingers clutched on to it as you grinned and thanked him, telling him you’d see him on Thursday and making your way back down the steps to get out of the class.

As you turned right out of the door a hand stopped you, your eyes followed it and were met with an unsure looking Jungkook. “Hey!” You smiled at him and he visibly relaxed, letting go of the hand that was holding onto your shoulder.

“Hey.” He smiled back, “What are you doing in this advanced creative writing?”

You stuffed the pen you held into the pocket of these sweats you had on and motioned for him to follow you as you continued walking. “I could ask you the same thing you freshie, the class is full of third and fourth years.”

He scoffed at the nickname, “Exactly why I’m wondering, this is your second year.”

“Contrary to popular belief I take advanced classes, I actually get shit done in school, I don’t just get drunk and skip class.”

His eyes widened and his hands raised up as he tried to explain but you just laughed, “It’s fine Jungkook. I hear the rumors and I’m sure you have too, I mean the group I choose to hangout with is pretty notorious for–”

“Being fuck ups.” It slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Wow he was on a roll today, go Jungkook.

“Ouch.” Your hand pressed against your chest as you feigned being hurt.

“No, no. Oh god, I'm sorry. Those aren’t my words, I swear. I’ll shut up now.” His face was red with embarrassment and his hands were shoved deep into his jeans as he tried to speed up to pass you but you kept up with him.

“Jungkook calm down, it’s okay.” You laughed, reaching out to grab him and slow him down, “You don’t have to be careful about shit you say around me, ok?”

He let out a breath and nodded his head with a weak smile, looking less flustered than he did a few moments ago, “Ok, in that case, can I ask why you’re wearing my sweats?”

You let go of him and glanced down at the sweats you had on, tilting your head and then it clicked that these were definitely not Taehyung’s pants. You had grabbed them so quickly in the morning so you forgot that there was now a 50/50 chance that the clothes on the floor weren’t his.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I’ll clean them and drop them off later.” You reached for the pen in the pockets and took it out, because knowing your luck it would pop and explode in there and then you’d have to just buy him new ones. Your track record involving Jungkook wasn’t the best, you didn’t wanna be responsible for another accident involving him.

He just nodded, saying it was fine and to return them whenever, he didn’t wanna seem too pushy.  The pair of you were heading for the quad that separated both dorms, passing a couple of food places and cafes when he spoke up again, “Hey do you wanna grab a coffee?”

You would actually love one but it was most likely going to be hacked back up the second it settled into your stomach so you shook your head with a frown, “I’d love one but if you haven’t noticed I’m a fucking mess and I need an advil.” You gestured widely at your hair and overall attire, your hair was in a messy bun, you had some black leftover mascara smudged under your lashes. You had no idea how messy you looked but he did and he found it oddly adorable. “Next time?”

His eyes scrunched up as he laughed, “Yeah…sure. Next time.” His hand raised up for a wave but you decided on a half hug before waving as he walked towards the cafe to get the coffee he was craving. He glanced back and saw you wave another time so he returned it with a smile before you turned back and headed towards the girl’s dorm.

Jungkook smiled at the menu, probably looking like he was zoned out because there's no reason to be this happy over fucking coffee. You said next time and that made him feel fuzzy inside, not exactly in a wow I have a crush kind of way but in a wow did I just make a friend kind of way.

He didn’t know you much but growing up it was always hard for him to really warm up to people so the thought of starting a friendship with you so easily took some of the edge off of starting college. So as he ordered his cup of coffee he couldn’t help hearing your voice repeating the small promise of next time.