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“Fifty bucks for a quarter are you shitting me?! Since when?!” Yoongi is exasperated, his stress reflected in his tone as he shouts in the hallway.

The lanky dealer with split ends, a torn t-shirt and corduroy pants leans on his door frame, nonchalantly and loudly chewing gum, “Since yesterday. Half my stock got swiped bro I need the money to pay for the semester.”

“All I need is enough to get me through Halloween, come on man I’ve been your best customer.”

“Can’t do it bro, find out who swiped my shit and I’ll hook you up on the house, until then, prices stay up.”

The door shuts in Yoongi’s face and he bangs the palm of his hand on the frame. There’s no way for him to find whoever stole his dealer's stash before tonight. It’s Halloween night, one of the biggest party nights on campus. His roommate will be packing their dorm room with scantily costumed strangers, and Yoongi’s anxiety is skyrocketing by the minute. He needs a blunt- badly.

He pulls out his phone and starts texting every student he knows that smokes, after fifteen minutes- none of them have replied. “Fucking stoners,” Yoongi grumbles, pacing the hallway, biting his lip, swinging his arms in the hopes an idea will come to him. That’s when he remembers the hot guy in English Literature. He remembers weeks ago, brushing past him on the way out and he smelled like he smoked up before class. Yoongi whips his phone out again.

To: Seokjin
Yo do you have that guys number from englit??

From: Seokjin
What guy?

To: Seokjin
The hot one. Tall, fluffy hair, wears old man clothes but slays it

From: Seokjin
Oh that one. I don’t but I think hyejin does, hang on I’ll ask her

Five more minutes go by while Yoongi’s pacing almost becomes a light jog, and then Seokjin finally texts him back with a number and a winky emoji. Yoongi saves the number and in his desperation throws caution to the wind.

To: HotGuy In EngLit
Hey uh you don’t know me, we’re in the same eng lit class

From: HotGuy In EngLit
Name??

To: HotGuy In EngLit
Yoongi

From: HotGuy In EngLit
Oh right, little dude who lent me notes

Yoongi pauses- he had completely forgotten about that. To be fair he was blazed at the time, but now he has an in.

To: HotGuy In EngLit
Yeah about that.. mind repaying the favour?

From: HotGuy In EngLit
You need notes?

To: HotGuy In EngLit
No i need a quarter

From: HotGuy In EngLit
I don’t deal

To: HotGuy In EngLit
But you buy

From: HotGuy In EngLit
I don’t share

To: HotGuy In EngLit
Just one blunt please i got $30. I just need it to get me through tonight my roommates partying and people freak me out

From: HotGuy In EngLit
You can hang here

To: HotGuy In EngLit
In your room??

From: HotGuy In EngLit
Yeah. I don’t have a roommate, no parties in here tonight. We can hide out and chill. Promise I won’t steal your kidneys.

To: HotGuy In EngLit
Thats a really specific promise to make. Kinda sus.

From: HotGuy In EngLit
Its halloween im being festive

To: HotGuy In EngLit
K festive where you at

From: HotGuy In EngLit
C block, room D54

Yoongi smashes the elevator button to get to the ground floor, the autumn chill hitting him in the face as he steps outside. Yoongi squints and exhales against the cold, pulling his puffer jacket a little tighter around himself as he weaves through the already costumed and drunk students littering the university grounds. He starts wondering if this is a good idea as he enters C block, just as many partygoers in these halls as the last. On the fourth floor he finds the room he wants, knocking hesitantly on D54.

Hot Guy In Eng Lit answers, leaning his full weight on the door, but he’s not in his usual old man get up. He’s wearing a red baseball cap backwards and a fluffy white bathrobe, the top of it peeking open to show off a smooth tan chest that looks like it would be firm to touch. Yoongi’s stomach flutters- he wants to touch it. He doesn’t realise he’s staring until he registers that Hot Guy said something and is waiting for a reply. “Sorry, what was that?”

Hot Guy smirks, “I said, are you hungry?”

Yoongi shakes himself, “Uh, yeah.”

“Cool, im ordering some Korean.” He pushes off the door and walks inside to let Yoongi in. Yoongi shuts the door behind himself and checks out the space. Hot Guy has way nicer stuff than him, more furniture because he lives alone, small appliances for things like cooking eggs and washing shoes that remind Yoongi of home in Korea. Just the vibe of home kicks Yoongi’s instincts in, and he takes off his shoes at the door, suddenly needing to know if Hot Guy is older than him or younger.

“What do you want to eat?” Hot Guy asks.

“If it's Korean I don’t care, I don’t get to have it often enough.”

“Sweet, easy.” Hot Guy finishes ordering on his phone and dumps himself on the bed heavily, the ends of his robe flipping upward and revealing smooth, toned legs that go on for days. Yoongi is starving, and not for dinner. “Find a seat wherever,” Hot Guy sits up, reaches into the drawer by his bed and pulls out a wooden box, a full baggie, and some papers and starts rolling.

Yoongi sits on the bed next to him and helps, feeling his mission accomplished for the night. “So, are you rich or something?”

Hot Guy smirks, “No, my grandparents are rich, and they like to spoil me. It killed them when I moved to America, they think I’m in a barbaric third world country so they send me money and presents a lot.”

“I mean, are they wrong?” Yoongi jokes.

Hot Guy laughs, his laugh is so much higher than the deep timbre of his voice, his smile box shaped and adorable. Yoongi’s stomach graduates from fluttering to flipping. “It’s not quite that bad. I wish there were more Koreans here though, the community is so small it’s easy to feel isolated here.”

“Then why don’t I see you hanging out with the rest of us more? We don’t bite.”

“I’m close with Hyejin, she’s awesome. I’m… not good with people. I’m shy.”

“Mhm,” Yoongi mumbles, “Yeah I get that.”

Hot Guy finishes his rolling and picks a blunt out of the box, placing it between his lips delicately as he pulls a lighter from the pocket in his robe. He tilts his head away from Yoongi as he lights it, and Yoongi can’t put his finger on why it’s one of the sexiest things he’s ever seen- from the jawline that could cut glass, to the hooded eyes, to the floppy dark hair- the fire from the lighter accentuates everything. “How do you like it?” Hot Guy asks while still waiting for the flame to catch.

He gets it lit, burning the end of the blunt, Hot Guy closes his eyes and inhales, holds it in his chest, passes the blunt to Yoongi and gently exhales. Yoongi takes his own hit, though he’s sure it doesn’t look nearly as seductive, the dry heat soaking into the back of his throat, saturating his lungs, the feeling already helping him relax with the promise of relaxation to come. By the time he passes it back and exhales, he’s noticed Hot Guy’s robe- the end is flush with his knees and is open almost all the way up his thighs, honeyed skin teasing him with thoughts of soft touches and colourful hickeys.

Hot Guy inhales, so Yoongi answers his question- “I like shotgunning it.”

Yoongi watches Hot Guy think about it, taking the extent of his hold to consider, looking Yoongi up and down like a piece of meat. Then his eyes turn feral, hungry, he leans forward and crooks his finger, and Yoongi obeys. Yoongi leans forward to meet him halfway, opens his mouth slightly and is hit with sensation as Hot Guy’s lips are on his, the sweet smoke blowing from his mouth into Yoongi’s. Yoongi lets the smoke sit, closing the shotgun into a kiss, his tongue tangling with Hot Guys until the need to breath becomes too much.

Yoongi pulls away and exhales, coughing a little after the strain. Hot Guy chuckles, “I didn’t think you were gay.”

“I’m pan.”

“Mhm,” Hot Guy nods, “I’m gay.”

Yoongi looks back at him with narrowed eyes, Hot Guy is watching him with want over every feature, his gaze unabashedly lingering over the obvious new strain in Yoongi’s jeans. Hot Guy takes another hit, passes the blunt to Yoongi, and unties his bathrobe. He doesn’t even stand to take it off properly, simply and casually throws it open and lays back on the bed with his arms still clothed, one hand tucked behind his head on the pillows, elbow in the air he dangles one leg half off the bed and crooks the other upward at the knee. Like a fucking porn star. He watches Yoongi’s reaction with hooded eyes, all the confidence in the world as his nine inch cock lays hard and thick atop his tussle of hair, waiting to be touched.

Yoongi takes his hit, and then jumps out of his skin as someone knocks on the door. Hot Guy doesn’t move, doesn’t even attempt to cover himself, just keeps staring at Yoongi hungrily. Yoongi puts out the blunt in an ashtray and answers the door, keeping it closed enough to shield Hot Guy from view. “Postmates for Kim Taehyung?” The guy at the door asks.

So that’s his name, Yoongi thinks, good to know. “Yeah, that’s us, thanks.” Yoongi takes the bags of food, they smell divine.

“Have a good night!” The delivery guy calls, running off.

“I intend to,” Yoongi mutters to himself as he shuts the door, locks it, and leaves the bags on the floor. He turns back to Taehyung, who hasn’t moved except to relight the blunt, hitting it with his free hand. Yoongi smiles, and takes off all his clothes, stripping everything to the floor and climbing back onto the bed, crawling up Taehyung’s legs from his feet, kissing from his ankles up every inch of skin. When he finally gets to those delectable thighs, he flicks out his tongue, sucking and biting, moaning low at the taste and the feel of supple skin between his teeth.

Yoongi works his way upwards, massaging Taehyung’s thighs as he goes, taking his sweet time. When Yoongi’s lips meet Taehyung’s hip, Yoongi chances a look up, to see Taehyung staring down at him, eyes glazed with pleasure as well as pot. There’s one hit left on the joint, he offers it wordlessly to Yoongi. Yoongi leans up slightly, wrapping his lips around Taehyung’s pinched fingers, and inhaling deeply. Yoongi closes his eyes, slips off Taehyung’s fingers and wraps his mouth around Taehyung’s cock instead, letting himself hear Taehyung’s deep groan and feel the muscles under him twitch and strain.

Yoongi sinks down slowly, he could take Taehyung down in one go if he wants to- he’s talented like that. But the wave of relaxation and loss of inhibitions is hitting him, and with it- a wave of excessive horniness. This normally happens when Yoongi is high, and he normally has to make do with jacking off in the bathroom. But right now, he has a gorgeous man who saved him from an awful night- and his huge cock- presenting for him on a fluffy white platter. Yoongi is going to give him the fuck of his life.

Once Yoongi’s lips are half way down, he opens up slightly, and exhales. The smoke billows down Taehyung’s shaft and unfurls at the base, curling outward before dissipating forever. “Fuck-” Yoongi hears, making his own cock twitch between his legs. He keeps working down Taehyung, pulling up every now and then to lick and kiss his sensitive tip, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on every pull back.

Yoongi pulls off when long fingers tangle in his hair and tug gently, the pull on his scalp making his cock twitch more. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth if you keep this up,” Taehyung confesses, his voice thick with pleasure, drops of sweat running down the curves of his neck, across his clavicle and over his chest.

Yoongi crawls up his body, licking the smooth, honeyed skin as he goes, drawing one of Taehyung’s hard nipples between his lips and sucking on it gently, flicking the tip with his tongue and just barely scraping his teeth over it. Nimble fingers are back in his hair, gripping it tight and holding Yoongi in place, Taehyung unintentionally rolls his body against Yoongi’s, a long moan stuttering from his mouth as Yoongi continues playing with his nipple.

Yoongi starts meeting Taehyung’s rolls, pressing down against him, skin meeting skin in a desperate and building heat, Yoongi’s cock leaving wet smears of precum on Taehyung’s stomach. When Taehyung hisses in oversensitivity, Yoongi pulls off, finishing his climb with the reward of Taehyung’s lips and tongue, Yoongi’s legs naturally seating around Taehyung, sitting back on his hips and feeling that delicious cock press against his ass. Yoongi licks his lips hungrily, “Then come in my mouth.”

The fingers in his hair tighten as Yoongi sinks back down, indulging in the heaviness on his tongue, the fullness between his cheeks, ravishing on Taehyung’s cock like the first meal of a starved man, like there is nothing more delicious in the world, making him drool a mixture of spit and precum that pools in Taehyung’s balls and drips to the bathrobe underneath him.

Yoongi uses his tongue to play when he pulls up, and reveres in the long moan Taehyung lets out when he sinks so deep his cock slides into Yoongi’s throat. Yoongi wants to hear it again, wants to hear it a thousand times over, so he swallows Taehyung down again and again, the vulgar wet sounds mixing with Taehyung’s increasing loud whines, “oh- oh fuck-” slipping past his lips generously.

Yoongi’s hand slips between their bodies, reaching down to stroke himself, the sweet relief of touch after being so long denied makes him drool even more down the cock in his mouth. Taehyung looks down, sees Yoongi pleasuring himself, and his grip on Yoongi’s hair tightens, tugs slightly in warning, his eyebrows pinching and mouth dropping opening as a long, drawn out moan finds its way from his chest, past his lips and to Yoongi’s ears just as Yoongi’s mouth fills with hot, salty cum.

Yoongi swallows most of it, some leaking out the side of his lips and running pervertedly down his chin as he pops off, still stroking himself wantonly. Taehyung’s eyes are glazed and red and his jaw slacks with satisfaction, yet once again, he crooks a finger at Yoongi, beckoning him closer.

Yoongi’s hand slips from his cock- red and throbbing- begging to be finished off, and shuffles on his knees towards Taehyung, straddling his chest. Taehyung opens his mouth, tongue lolling out invitingly, he cups Yoongi’s ass with both hands to encourage him, and Yoongi gladly takes the hint- balancing himself with his hands on the wall behind them to slip his cock past wet lips, into the warm mouth waiting to be fucked. Yoongi had been touching himself so long it didn’t take much- his purr-like moans rumbling out of him as Taehyung grips his ass harder, helping Yoongi fuck his mouth without restraint until Yoongi warns him- “Tae- Taehyung I’m gonna-”

The moment Yoongi’s body tenses, Taehyung slips his hands to Yoongi’s hips, pulling him out and away so that Yoongi can watch himself paint his chest with cum, a little even spurting up to Taehyung’s lips, where it is licked it off with a reverent hum. Yoongi’s legs shake where they support him, feeling like his soul was just sucked from his body. “Holy shit you look hot like that,” Yoongi says, meaning every syllable as he gazes down at his work over an ethereal canvas.

“That was the best blow I’ve ever had,” Taehyung mumbles, “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

“Do you want another smoke to remember?”

Taehyung grins, “Fuck yes.”

Yoongi climbs off on unsteady legs, finding a dirty t-shirt on the floor and wiping the edge of his mouth, then throws it to Taehyung so he can clean himself. Yoongi puts his underwear back on, then spots a hoodie on the floor- it looks like it would fit Taehyung nicely, though he’s never seen him wear it. Yoongi slips it on and it drops to his knees, and he loves it instantly. He catches Taehyung staring at him as he’s lighting another joint. “Do you mind?” Yoongi asks.

Taehyung takes a breath and appraises Yoongi slowly, then shakes his head and holds out the blunt. “I love it. You should wear it in class, it’d give me an instant boner.”

Yoongi picks up the bag of food and brings it over to the bed before taking his hit. He passes the blunt back to Taehyung and opens the food, the aroma of real Korean food when he’s stoned is the most incredible thing he’s ever smelled. Taehyung has sat up, but not bothered to close his robe, just as proud of his post-sex body as his pre-sex one. Yoongi takes a moment to think about everything he knows about Taehyung, the way he conducts himself in class, how he let Yoongi- essentially a stranger to come here tonight, gave him grass and food and, unexpectedly, amazing sex. Yoongi realises that Taehyung still hasn’t asked for money. Hasn’t asked for anything that Yoongi wasn’t very willing to give.

Something stirs in Yoongi’s stomach again, the fluttering from before that now feels like a craving- a craving to know more about Taehyung beyond being the hot guy in English Literature who gets spoiled by his grandparents. He’s wondering how to ask, when Taehyung speaks first- “So, I know we don’t know each other that well, but how would you feel about a date?”

Yoongi takes the blunt back again, the sounds of partygoers echoing from the hall outside, but they can’t bother Yoongi anymore. He smiles, “Anywhere you like, beautiful.”