It was your third year in law school, things were...eventful. You were always at the top of the class, Jimin, not so much. But after one argument where you called him stupid, he'd been on some sort of mission to beat you, and he did, several times.

Jimin was always at your dorm door to rub it in your face about how he got better grades than you. Always, you hated it, he loved that you hated it. It was his weird way of trying to be with you.

—×—

Your classes had just finished, you were back in your dorm, relaxing after having finished your homework. No Jimin, peace.

Your door slamed open, Jimin, ugh. Wait-how did he get in? He had a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands. Weird, no tests had been conducted recently.

"Hey babe! I'm bored and came here to annoy my favorite person!" He chriped as he sat next to you and poured you a glass, then continuing to yap on and on about how his father was threatening to cut off his weekly allowance of a quater million won if he didn't stop partying around.

"Like, how could he do that to me? So unfair, I'm a dream to be around. Aren't I, babe?" He teased, as he leaned his head on your shoulder, causing you to scoff and push him off.

"Aw babe- I forgot to tell you. I dreamt of you last night." He pouted, but then slowly returned to his usual smug grin he had with you. When you asked him what it was, he blushed, his face turning red, like actual bloody red.

Hs turned away, drinking his whole glass of wine in one shot, then turning back to you.

"We had sex."