You panicked as you listened to Jungkook's footsteps approaching the laundry room, where he'd heard you cursing your mouth off earlier.
You looked around yourself for anything to cover up the hideous boxers that covered your lower body.
But there was nothing other than laundry detergent and dryer sheets on the empty shelves.
Shit. Jungkook was gonna kill you.
So you did the only logical thing left to do.
Block the door.
Just before Jungkook could open the door and catch you fooling around in his favorite boxers, you slammed the door shut.
The laundry room didn't have a lock on the door, so you stood in front of it, leaning all your weight against the door.
Jungkook was gonna be so pissed.
You smiled evilly at the thought.
"Y/N? Why are you in there?" He asked, knocking on the door.
You flinched at the sound, and laughed nervously.
"I'm just, uh, you know. Laundrying." You made up a word and Jungkook chuckled, before trying to open the door.
"Come on, Y/N. I'm hungry. Make some food." He whined, and you cursed under your breath.
"I'll open it myself, then." He said, and with one push, the door flung open, flinging you across the laundry room.
"Goddamnit, Jeon Jungkook!" You screamed, annoyed at how he used his strength to his advantage.
He just looked at you. Specifically, the bottom half of you.
"Why the hell are you wearing my boxers?" He asked, walking over to you and pinching the material between his fingers.
"It was your turn for laundry, dumbass." You hissed, shoving him away from you.
He laughed, shaking his head.
"Alright, fine. Come on, I'm hungry." He said, taking your hand and dragging you out of the laundry room.
"You look cute, Noona." He said, and you nearly tripped over your own socked feet.
"Don't call me that. I told you, it makes me feel old." You complained as he led you into the kitchen.
"You're only 23." He said, and you cringed at the sound of your age rolling off his tongue.
"22 in America." You reminded.
"Whatever. I want a blueberry scone." He said, and you scoffed.
"Does it look like I know how to make blueberry scones?" You asked, and Jungkook's face fell.
"Fine. I'll buy you breakfast. Go get ready." You said, and he straightened up, smiling.
"Hurry, I have class later." You said, and Jungkook nodded, running to his room.
You sighed, following after him less enthusiastically.
What outfit went well with red and black plaid boxers?
-
You went to Seoul National University, and got accepted into the most prestigious 8 year medicine program that was offered in all of South Korea.
Thanks to the crappy boarding, you landed with Jeon Jungkook, the world's biggest idiot.
It wasn't all bad though, the kid was nice most of the time, unless you pissed him off.
The first week was the hardest, he'd pulled a series of pranks on you to pass a hazing ritual to join a small group of friends.
Park Jimin. The biggest douche you'd met since you entered college.
He slept over once and chose to sleep in the exact same bed as you, when you had Jungkook's bed, and two other couches he could've slept on.
You kicked his private area as soon as you woke up.
It was safe to say he didn't enjoy sleeping over anymore.
Kim Taehyung.
The funniest, but most problematic.
He tried pulling a prank on you with the help of Jungkook, and you had bright pink hair for a month.
Kim Seokjin.
He was nice. You liked him.
He always brought food whenever he visited, so he was your second favorite.
Kim Namjoon.
The bookworm.
He helped you study for a test and he sounded like he knew what he was doing.
You got a 35.
Namjoon wasn't your favorite.
Jung Hoseok.
He smiled a lot and it made you happy, but he was quite the Mr. Popular when it came to girls.
He asked if he could borrow your apartment for a rendezvous with a public university sorority.
You obviously declined.
And last but not least, your personal favorite.
Min Yoongi.
A lazy sweetheart.
-
"This tastes like socks." Jungkook complained, handing his scone to you.
"Excuse me, I paid $4 for that scone. You're gonna eat it, or your little friends can't come over tonight." You threatened, and he groaned before breaking off another piece and eating it, quickly swallowing it down with a swig of coffee.
"So, how did your 'study date' with that girl go? What was her name? Jisoo?" You asked, and Jungkook nodded, taking another sip of coffee.
"It was okay. She only wanted to study though. She's boring." Jungkook said, and you delivered a smooth kick to his shin under the table, making him spit up the coffee in his mouth.
"A girl isn't boring because she doesn't want to suck your dick, Jeon. I thought I told you this already." You scolded, and Jungkook held his leg in pain.
"You're so mean." He complained.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Ms. Y/N and Jeon Jungkook." Taehyung teased as he swiftly took the empty seat beside you.
"Hey, Taehyung." You said, and he smiled brightly at you.
"What's wrong with Jungkook?" He asked, and you shrugged, feigning innocence.
"She kicked me." Jungkook wheezed out, repeatedly rubbing the spot where your heel met his shin.
"He was being a douchebag." You defended and Taehyung nodded.
"That's fair." He said, and Jungkook glared at him.
"Anyways, can Namjoon hyung make it tonight? He said he had a midterm tomorrow." Jungkook said, straightening up.
Taehyung nodded, stealing a piece of your muffin.
"He called me last night, and if I'm remembering correctly. He said something along the lines of 'Fuck it, I'm dropping out.'" He recited proudly, taking a sip of your coffee.
"Ew, hazelnut." He gagged afterwards.
"Of course, sounds like him. Just watch, he won't show. He'll just go back to studying so his parents don't kill him for failing." Jungkook said, and Taehyung nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I gotta run. I have a class, in-" He checked his watch.
"Had a class that started 13 minutes ago. See you guys tonight!" He said, before taking off, his bag bouncing against his back.
You reached for your muffin, but it was gone.
Fucker stole your muffin.
-
"Just so you know, I'm not doing that thing tonight." You said, helping Jungkook clean the living room.
"What thing?" Jungkook asked, and you rolled your eyes.
"The thing where I hide in my room and not bother you. Whether you like it or not, I'm sleeping in your room tonight." You said, and Jungkook looked up, his eyes screaming protest.
"Why?" He complained.
"Because, remember that spider I asked you to kill the other day? But you were playing Overwatch and told me you'd do it later? It laid eggs, all over my fucking room. The exterminator is on vacation until next Monday. So until then, I'm going to be your literal roommate." You said, and Jungkook slumped onto the couch, clearly unhappy with this new predicament.
"Damnit." He cursed under his breath, and you delivered a smooth smack to his head.
"Don't curse."
