Wait On Me • namjin

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sorry for any grammatical errors.
I need to sleep but I also need to publish this part asap so.

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Jimin was cleaning up the mess in his shared room with Namjoon, basically, most of the mess was the older's.

do I always have to clean up after you

Jimin grabbed a slightly damped towel to clean Namjoon's desk, while he was swiping, he found a pink notebook.

"Isn't this Seokjin hyung's" He flipped the pages open.

"Did he forgot it with Namjoon because of their project thingy or something?"

He thinks for a minute, then decided that he should return it.

-;☆

Jimin is now in front of Seokjin and Yoongi's shared room, he lightly knocks, it's barely heard.

But apparently whoever was inside heard it. The door creaked open, Yoongi stood there looking at Jimin.

Jimin didn't expect Yoongi to open the door for him, he got startled, he didn't even thought he'd bump into Yoongi before coming.

He tried to play it off, "Is Jin hyung here?"

"No." Yoongi is slightly disappointed.

"I'll come later then."

"Why didn't you answer my calls and texts?"

Jimin stops and turn back.

"Are you still mad at me? because of the other day?" Yoongi said.

"Come in, I want to talk to you." Yoongi pushed the door wide open, and went back inside and hop into the couch.

-;☆

Seokjin collected his clothes and putted it on, he wants to leave as soon as possible. He feels so ashamed of himself. How could he do that.

The latter was watching him as he does, a smile crept on his sweaty face, oh how proud he is now, he feel like he just won an award or something.

The black haired looked at the latter one last time with his brown orbs before leaving the room. He felt extremely refreshed the moment he stepped out, Although he felt extremely dirty. Not just his body but also himself.

Good thing the building was completely empty. Seokjin never stayed this long in college. At least not for the purpose of fucking. He felt somewhat relieved knowing that no one would see him in this state. He doesn't want his image to be ruined. Especially by some kind of fuckboy.

Walking to the stairs was never this hard, every step was literally pain in the ass. His head just went blank; he can't think of anything except escaping this place.

He stumbled going down the stairs, he whines a bit everytime feeling a rush of pain in his ass. He never cursed so much. He just felt a sadden urge of crying.

What is this happening to me?

Seokjin barely made it to the second floor and in his way taking the stairs to the ground floor.

He took a few steps down, completely ignoring the pain by now.

As he was still on the stairs, he heard voices of chattering down the stairs.

Shit, there are still some students in the building. Seokjin didn't care if someone saw him, as long as he doesn't run to someone he knows.

He bited his swollen pink-redish lower lip and turned his heels back going up.