Jungkook

Three people to one room was going to be a lot. I wasn't used to sharing a room with anyone either, so this was for sure going to be a change. I was prepared to walk in to a room full of dirty clothes and sports gear and girls trying to sneak in all of the time to hook up. I mean, that is what all of the college movies depicted. I was completely wrong though. As I placed my hand on the doorknob to room B07, I had this weird feeling build up in the pit of my stomach. It felt as if my whole life was going to change. Maybe it would. I took a deep breath, my hand still on the door knob, and counted to three in my head before pushing the door open. The room was nothing like I had imagine. It was perfectly put together and neat, with only a few jackets and shoes kicked around the room. There were four beds, three of them already with blankets and sheets tucked into them. The room contained two computer desks, each on either side of the room. Next to the computer desk on the right side of the room was the bathroom. There were two dressers and one closet. The whole room seemed pretty normal. That was of course, until I saw two males leaving the bathroom together. Both with messy hair, a dark glint to their eyes, and a weird scent slowly filling the room. They didn't seem to notice me, as the one with mint hair leaned over to kiss the other male. Unknowingly my bags fell from my hand and crashed down to the floor below me. Both of the males looked up at me, one with wide eyes and the other with a smirk on his lips, "You must be Jungkook". With a nervous smile on my face I gave him a weak nod as a reply. "I'm Yoongi. This is Jimin. My boyfriend," he motioned to the male he was previously kissing with a tilt of his head. Jimin seemed to calm down from his initial shock before running up to me. "I am so excited about having three roommates this year. Just wait till you meet Taehyung. He is a mess, but totally fun and cool. Actually you two would look great together. Right hyung"? Jimin looked back at Yoongi, Yoongi only responding with his same smirk still plastered to his lips. 

"But...I'm not..."

"Really," Jimin asked in the most doubtful tone I had ever heard, A small pout playing at his bottom lip. 

"Yeah...really".

A deep voice emerged from behind me, "You're not what"? I looked back to see another male that looked to be a bit older than me. He had a sharp jawline, bright orange hair and a box smile that seemed to make my stomach do a weird sort of flip. I didn't respond to his question, instead just staring at him in complete silence. His eyes met mine and I began to feel as if my whole body could burst into flames at any given moment. I could feel Jimin looking back and forth between the new male and I. I had a feeling Suga was still sporting that same smirk from earlier too. It wasn't until I heard Jimin call out his name, that I looked away from him. My cheeks burning a bright red and my stomach still turning and twisting in the strangest of ways. Taehyung....

Just what was this guy doing to me?

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a little example of what the story will be like. I was really tired while writing this, so this part in the actual story may be a bit different. I will rewrite it tomorrow and hopefully have two chapters up by the end of the day.)