"Oh G-god! Fuck!"

Taehyung heard the moans echo across the white walls as he grunted, slamming himself into the tight ring of heat.

The moans became muffled when Jimin shoved his face into the pillow, biting into it harshly to suppress his whimpers. Taehyung tightened his grip on Jimin's hips, hearing a small cry leave his lips from that.

Taehyung's dorm was trashed, the blanket was hanging off the bed whilst clothes were scattered across the floor. His stuffed tiger was knocked over on his bedside. The air felt thick and warm around them, the faint smell of cologne evident within.

Taehyung pulled Jimin's hips up higher, placing on hand on his waist whilst the other remained on his hip. He felt sweat trickle down his face as he groaned, increasing his pace.

Jimin let out a high-pitched moan, most of it being suppressed by the cushion. Taehyung was behind him, quickly moving his cock in and out of him whilst Jimin had his ass in the air, face pressed against the pillow with his hands grasping at the sheets underneath.

"F-fuck! I-" Jimin gasped out when he felt Taehyung's cock slam into his prostate, squeezing his eyes shut from the intense pleasure.

Taehyung's thick locks draped over his forehead, parts of it sticking due to sweat. "Th-there! Oh shit-!" Jimin gritted, raising his head slightly.

Fucking into the boy, Taehyung pulled out almost completely for a short moment before adjusting the angle of his cock and slamming in again, rolling his hips against Jimin's bundle of nerves with each movement.

Jimin nearly screamed if it weren't for the fact that the dorms had paper-thin walls so he instead clamped his small fingers even tighter around the sheets, letting out small whimpers each time Taehyung thrust. "T-Taehyung-! G-gonna cum!"

Taehyung nodded and took his hand off Jimin's waist to wrap it tightly around his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Biting his lip, Jimin came with a gasp, the fluids dripping down his trembling thighs.

Taehyung held Jimin by his ass firmly, going a bit rougher as he tried to chase his own high. The bed was squeaking from Taehyung's vigorous movements as his cock slid in and out.

After a couple more thrusts, Taehyung spilt into the condom, Jimin squeaking at the warm feeling. Once the feeling of his orgasm finally washed over him, Taehyung collapsed on top of Jimin, heavily panting.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Taehyung still inside of Jimin while Jimin had his eyes closed, peach hair sprawled across the bed.

Gloomy, grey smudges circled the sky. The sky became increasingly darker as the little light that was left reflected on the purple lined curtains of the dorm.

The dim light of the darkening sky got dimmer as cold trickles of rain began pouring down, lightly tapping against the window. Low rumbles of thunder being heard in the distance.

Jimin swallowed thickly. "Taehyung, get off of me. You're heavy." He breathed out.

Taehyung groaned slightly before getting up slowly. He balanced on his palms, pulling out of Jimin and rolled off, panting.

As soon as Taehyung pulled out, Jimin immediately let a whimper escape his lips, his walls still sensitive from his orgasm. Taehyung tied the condom off before throwing it into the bin, laying back on the bed besides Jimin, who was in the process of catching his breath.

"Why- why didn't you answer my texts." Jimin panted, looking up at Taehyung who had his elbows up, hands under his neck as the rain splattered lightly, small droplets travelling down the window.

Taehyung's eyes flickered down to Jimin then back up, he sighed. "My phone broke." He answered blankly.

Jimin got off the bed, slightly wincing at the pain from his backside. "Is that it?" He raised a brow before walking into the bathroom to grab a towel.

"Yeah." Taehyung called out, a small clap of thunder following after.

Jimin walked back in, towel in hand after wiping the remaining cum off his thighs. "Come on, we need to take a shower." He suggested.

"I'll shower tomorrow." Taehyung mumbled, turning to his side with his bare back towards Jimin.

"It's better to shower now. Come on, it'll save water." Jimin ushered, pointing towards the bathroom behind him.

"I'll pass, thanks for the offer though." Taehyung replied bluntly, rubbing his eyes.

"Okay, whatever you say." Jimin huffed, walking back into the bathroom and closing the door but not locking it.

Taehyung could hear the soft pitter-patter of the rain, the sound of the hot water splashing against the shower floor eventually joining in. He finally sat up, brushing his hair back.

It was around seven in the morning, Taehyung was planning to fall right back asleep as he had classes later in the afternoon, however, his plans came to a halt when he had found Jimin on his bed.

Jimin had a bored yet smug expression plastered on his face, knowing Taehyung's roommate never slept at their dorm. He was about to get up when Taehyung pushed him back onto the bed, kissing him roughly while Jimin entangled his fingers into Taehyung's hair. One thing led to another and Taehyung had the boy whimpering under him.

Taehyung sat up on the bed, stretching a little before walking to his closet and picking out some more comfortable clothes. After putting on his briefs, Taehyung put on some sweatpants that rested loosely on his hips, the strings uneven. He then wore a plain white t-shirt which defined his broad figure.

Taking the dirty sheets from the mattress, Taehyung rolled the fabric into a ball before throwing it to the side and lazily put a new bed sheet on the mattress, not bothering to tuck in the edges.

He ruffled his hair at the back before plopping back down on the bed, laying on his front with his limbs sprawled out. It felt nice to be back in his own bed.

Bringing his arms beside his head, Taehyung closed his eyes and listened to the rain bead upon the rooftops, deep in thought.

Taehyung fiddled with the bed sheets. He and Jimin have been hooking up for a while, whether it was to vent, talk or just because they were plain horny. It was a regular thing.

Call them fuckbuddies if you must.

Taehyung lightly tugged onto his hair, sighing shakily. He's been wanting to end things lately but he doesn't know how to. Each time Taehyung calls Jimin over to tell him his thoughts he always chickens out and they end up having sex.

Taehyung gripped onto his locks even tighter, another clap of thunder echoing loudly. "Fuck- I'm such a pussy." Taehyung muttered, hitting his head with his fists repeatedly.

"Just- just tell him." Taehyung grumbled, hiding his face in the pillow, the rain getting harsher.

A sudden knock interrupted his thoughts, Taehyung staggered to the door, opening it.

A petit boy was waiting behind, an apprehensive expression on his face.

Jeongguk.

His big doe eyes looked up at Taehyung, he had his coffee-coloured coat folded over one arm whilst he had a paper with some numbers in the other hand. "Oh! So this was the right room. Sorry for being here this early." He sheepishly smiled, bunny teeth pointing out.

Taehyung looked back down at Jeongguk, his hand resting on the door frame. His eyes travelled down to his coat Jeongguk was holding. "It's okay, wait- is that my coat?"

Jeongguk glanced to the coat and nodded. "Yeah, I'm here to return it. You kind of forgot it when we got kicked out of the projection room." He giggled, the sound of the rain getting quieter.

It was around half past five in the morning when they were finally found by the cleaning ladies. There the two were laid, Jeongguk breathing against Taehyung's chest whilst Taehyung was subconsciously stroking Jeongguk's hair.

They were rudely awakened when one of the staff heavily shook them awake and demanded to know what they were doing in the lighting room.

Taehyung was the first to wake up, confused as to why an angry middle-aged woman was in their faces. Jeongguk was just as confused, rubbing his eyes as messy, brown tufts of hair fell over his eyes.

But before any of them had time to explain, they were harshly told to grab their things and leave. Although tired, the two managed to get out, carefully walking through the still soaked floors before exiting.

Taehyung blinked. "Oh yeah, I totally forgot. Thanks." He smiled, taking the coat from Jeongguk's arms. "Do you- do you think we'll get in trouble?" Taehyung chuckled, now laying his head against the frame.

Jeongguk shrugged. "We might. But we can just explain everything, can't we?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Taehyung watched how Jeongguk was nervously looking down to the ground, chewing on his bottom lip as he rocked on his feet.

Raising a brow, Taehyung sighed. "What is it?"

Jeongguk looked at Taehyung with a shocked expression. "How'd you know-"

"You looked like you wanted to say something. Go ahead."

"Ah, right." Jeongguk fidgeted with his fingers before looking at Taehyung in the eye. "Th-thanks. For everything."

Taehyung gave a questionable look. "Everything?"

Nodding again, Jeongguk continued. "Yeah, from taking care of me to help comforting me when I was being a pussy. You didn't have to do all that."

Taehyung shook his head, crossing his arms. "You weren't being a pussy. Besides, I said it was fine. Don't thank me."

"B-but I feel like I should-"

"Don't." Taehyung interrupted, making Jeongguk jump slightly. Taehyung looked at Jeongguk, eyes big. "Oh- sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I meant that what I did was pretty little. You looked like you needed someone."

"Alright then. If you're so sure." Jeongguk trailed, placing his arms behind his back.

"C-can we start over?"

"Start over?"

Jeongguk nodded. "Yeah! Start over. I mean- after spending a couple hours with you I kind of realised that you're not really an asshole."

Taehyung looked at Jeongguk with a confused look. "I'm not?"

"Nope." Jeongguk giggled. "You're actually pretty cool."

Scratching his head, Taehyung pursed his lips, he didn't know how to reply to that.

Jeongguk extended one arm, "So- we're cool?"

Taehyung hesitantly took Jeongguk's hand, shaking it. "Yeah, no- we're cool. Don't worry about it."

Jeongguk pulled his hand away, wiping it on his shirt. "Your hands are a bit sweaty- no offence."

Taehyung glanced at his hand, retracting it after. "Oh- shit sorry."

"It's all good. Anyway, I'll get going then since my work is done. See you in the afternoon." Jeongguk smiled, bringing an arm out to wave.

Taehyung smiled back. "Yeah, see you."

Jeongguk strolled away, his sweater bouncing with every step. Taehyung sighed, going back into the room and closing the door behind him, a small smile plastered on his face.

Before Taehyung did anything, he silently opened the door to his bathroom and rinsed off his hands, making sure Jimin didn't notice him.

After he was finished, Taehyung went back into his room and sat himself on the floor instead of the bed. Picking up his phone beside him, Taehyung scrolled through any new messages, leaving Jimin's on seen. He leaned his back onto the side of the bed, tipping his head back, letting out a huff.

Turns out that after a while, Taehyung did manage to get his phone to work however it was just after they left the theatre room. The water wasn't much of a big deal so he was back to using it again.

Taehyung turned off his phone, slipping it into his pocket and closing his eyes. He stayed like that for a while, just relaxing and listening to the soft rain.

Taehyung heard the sound of the door open, revealing Jimin with a towel wrapped around his waist, small droplets of water dripping from his hair.

Taehyung heard the sound of the bed creak, a weight resting on top of it. He opened his eyes, almond-shaped eyes glancing up at Jimin.

"Hey," He mumbled, dark hair scattered across the bed.

"Hey." Jimin replied, stringy pieces of hair brushed back.

Jimin got up from the bed, picking up his clothes from the floor as Taehyung remained in his place, eyes closed again.

It was silent, only noises being heard were the ruffling of the fabric as Jimin dressed himself along with the continuous pelting of rain.

"Aren't you gonna tell me where you were all of yesterday?" Jimin finally asked, breaking the ice between the two as he slipped on a long-sleeved striped shirt.

"Does it matter?" Taehyung muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah-" Jimin replied, sliding his jeans up a single leg. "-It does."

Taehyung grumbled to himself, getting up from the floor and onto the bed. "Had to do something after my classes ended."

Jimin brushed himself off after putting on his clothes, his shirt sticking to him since his skin was slightly damp. "And that's why you were gone for so goddamn long?"

"Yeah," Taehyung off-handedly replied, laying down on the bed.

The rain soon came to a stop, it was still gloomy outside but droplets of rain were no longer splashing onto the rooftops.

Jimin grumbled but decided not to push it. He laid on the bed beside Taehyung, facing the ceiling with Taehyung resting on his side towards Jimin.

Jimin lazily grabbed Taehyung's arm towards him, looking at his hand and sighed. "Is it happening again?" Jimin mumbled, brushing his fingertips along the feint nail dents of Taehyung's hand.

Taehyung almost immediately yanked his hand away from Jimin's grip, hiding them underneath the pillow.

"Taehyung." Jimin said sternly.

Taehyung shifted on his other side, facing away from Jimin, curling up in a foetus position.

"Taehyung!"

Taehyung groaned, accepting defeat. "Yeah, yeah. It's happening again."

Jimin's features softened. "Come on, turn back around." Taehyung did so, looking off to the side.

"This always happens when you're stressed or anxious. What happened?" Jimin softly spoke, rubbing Taehyung's back.

"Nothing, Chim. I'm fine."

Jimin shook his head. "No, you're not fine. I thought your anxiety was starting to get better, you know!" Jimin cried making Taehyung tense up from his sentence.

Taehyung looked at Jimin. Eyes wide. He then curled up even more, his head digging into the sheets.

Moments like these make Taehyung regret ever telling Jimin anything about himself.

Jimin sighed in disbelief. "Don't tell me you're still in denial."

Taehyung shook his head. "I said I'm fine. I'm just stressed these days, nothing more."

Groaning, Jimin got off from the bed and grabbed a bottle of pills from Taehyung's drawer. He returned, glaring at Taehyung.

"Now, you're going to take these pills. They'll help I promise-"

Taehyung backed away, heavily breathing. "Jimin! I don't need some stupid pills to help me! I'm fine on my own."

"It'll be fine-"

"No!"

Jimin lightly grabbed Taehyung's wrist, staring at him intently. "Come on. Just take them!" Jimin cried, frustration starting to grow.

Taehyung pulled his wrist away, backing into the corner of his bed in fear. "I don't want to! Stop!" Taehyung tried to kick Jimin away, dragging his nails along his own scalp.

Jimin paused, looking at Taehyung's expression; how terrified he looked. With his hands grabbing at his hair and his eyes wide and watery.

Jimin gulped, crawling towards Taehyung. He pulled his hands away from himself. "Oh- don't do that." Jimin hushed, wrapping his arms around Taehyung gently.

Taehyung stopped struggling. Hesitantly, he hugged Jimin back, holding onto his shirt for dear life. He stayed in Jimin's hold for a bit, battling to catch his breath.

Each second felt like torture to Taehyung. He hated how he couldn't be as strong as everyone thought he was. He hated how Jimin was the one who had to deal with him. He hated himself, for not being able to man up.

Jimin sighed. "Take deep breaths, Taehyung. Slowly." And Taehyung abided, breathing in and out slowly. "That's it. You're doing great." Taehyung's grip started to loosen from Jimin's shirt, still holding on.

"One last breath and you'll be good." Jimin reassured, feeling Taehyung's chest expand with the final breath. Taehyung finally let go of Jimin's shirt, managing to calm down.

Pulling away, Jimin looked at Taehyung with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to remind you."

Taehyung glanced to the side, not replying. His breathing still slightly shaky. He hated how Jimin had to baby him like this, he felt so fucking ashamed.

Jimin looked over to the bottle of pills that were on the floor. Now didn't seem like a good time.

"Jimin?" Taehyung finally called out after a while of being silent.

"Yeah?"

"I think- I think I want to take the pills." Taehyung breathed out, resting his back against the wall.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with concern. "You sure? You don't have to right now because of what happened when you were-"

"No." Taehyung interrupted. "I'm sure." He mumbled, dancing his fingers along the sheets.

"Okay," Jimin nodded, getting a bottle of water and a pill from the container, handing them to Taehyung as he sat back down.

Taehyung looked at Jimin dumbfoundedly with a hint of panic within. Jimin sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"It's okay. Just put it in your mouth, take a sip of water, and swallow." Jimin explained, his hand on Taehyung's leg.

Taehyung nodded, tentatively popping the pill in his mouth, placing it over his tongue.

"Now take a sip of water."

With shaky hands, Taehyung put the bottle between his lips. He tipped his head back but as soon as the water went into his mouth his eyes widened. Taehyung immediately spat it out along with the pill, coughing.

Jimin patted Taehyung's back repeatedly, rubbing it soon after to help his cough.

Taehyung looked at Jimin with teary eyes. His expression filled with frustration and sorrow. Another thing he hated was how he couldn't even swallow a shitty pill. "S-sorry."

Jimin wordlessly grabbed a tissue, picking up the pill with it and throwing it in the bin where even more tissues and pills laid.

"It's okay, Taehyung. At least you tried." Jimin reassured, pulling Taehyung close.

Taehyung bit his lip, clenching his fingers around the bedsheets. He couldn't begin to describe how much he hated himself for all the things he couldn't do.

Blinking back his tears, Taehyung tried to change the topic to take his mind off things. "Jeongguk knocked earlier."

Jimin tensed up, he looked at Taehyung with big eyes. "What? Did he see me?"

Taehyung chuckled. "No, you dumbass. It was when you were in the shower."

Jimin let out a sigh of relief. "Oh? Phew then."

Taehyung laid down on the bed, Jimin following suit. "Why do you hide this from him? You said how he's feeling hurt since you keep ditching him all the time."

Jimin shrugged, coiling his fingers around his thumb. "I don't know how. I think he'd be mad that I keep ditching him just to get fucked though. It's not like it matters whether or not I tell him."

"Well, when you put it that way-"

"What did Jeongguk want anyway?" Jimin spoke, his grip on his thumb tightening.

"He just wanted to give back my coat. I left it in class."