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“How do I summon the god Min Yoongi?” Jimin whispered, breathing heavily because of how much he had just freaked out over his favorite artist’s new song. “I wish to summon the great Min Yoongi, please help me.” he said, pressing his hands together in a praying motion and closing his eyes, resting his elbows on his desk right next to his computer as he brought his hands to his face.
“Jimin. Go to sleep. It’s one in the morning! If you’re gonna be up any longer, I’m gonna go over to Jungkook’s cause I need to sleep and I can’t do that if you’re dying over Yoongi again.” Taehyung said, popping his head into Jimin’s room through the doorway, his accusing tone making his roommate regret his actions a little bit. But not that much. His freakouts had a very good reason behind them (Min Yoongi!).
“Sorry, Tae. I just love him so much! You know that!” Jimin pleaded, taking his arms off his desk and getting up to give Taehyung a hug.
His roommate accepted the hug but soon pulled back and sighed.
“Alright, I guess I’ll go over to Jungkook’s apartment then. Him and Hoseok hyung wouldn’t betray me like this.” Taehyung said teasingly, poking Jimin on the arm before turning to go to his room.
“With the way you and Kook have been acting around each other lately I don’t think much sleeping will be getting done. Are you sure you guys aren’t fucking yet?” Jimin yelled in the direction of Taehyung’s room. He heard a strangled yell in protest and giggled.
“NO! How many times do I have to tell you that we’re just really good friends! I’m just as good of friends with Hoseokie hyung!” Taehyung shot back, coming out of his room with a backpack full of what Jimin assumed was all the things necessary for his sleepover.
“Oh, really? Cause I don’t ever recall you giving Hoseokie hyung bedroom eyes in front of all of our friends. Or getting a little too heated when Jin hyung dared you to give Jungkook a lap dance during truth or dare.”
Taehyung just blushed, shoving Jimin out of his way so he could get to the front door.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Go back to obsessing over Min Yoongi, it was much more peaceful that way.” And with that, Taehyung was out the door and Jimin could go back to watching the music video twenty more times before going to sleep. Eventually. Sleep can wait when it comes to Min Yoongi.
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Jimin woke up to two hands roughly shaking him, a deep voice pulling him out of his peaceful dreams and into the world of the conscious.
“Why the fuck am I here?!” The voice asked, tone slightly frightened.
“Tae, Jungkook must have brought you back or something, just go to your own bed. Night.” Jimin replied, swatting the hands currently grabbing at his arms away.
“I have no idea who these Tae and Jungkook people are, and I’m sure that they’re great, but you still didn’t answer my question of why the fuck I’m here.” The voice replied again and this time Jimin was awake enough to slightly…. Recognize it? But where did he know this person from? Finally turning his head to see who it was he was only able to lay there unmoving in shock once he saw the man in bed with him.
Min Yoongi.
The man of his dreams.
Was in bed with him.
What the fuCK?!
“That’s the same god damn question I’ve been asking myself since I woke up here!” Yoongi replied, and that’s when Jimin realized he had said that last sentence out loud.
“I- I have absolutely no idea. Did you get drunk and somehow find yourself in my apartment?” Jimin asked timidly, not wanting to upset his favorite person in literally the entire universe (sorry Taehyung, you’re #2) more than he apparently already had.
“Please don’t tell me we fucked.” Yoongi pleaded, his expression suddenly turning more scared than before.
“Oh, god no! No! I swear!” Jimin rushed to reply. “There is no way we could have! I bottom and I would feel it if we did.” Jimin blushed at his over-sharing of information.
Yoongi calmed down a bit at that, but it still didn’t solve his issue of how he got there.
“Wait, do you know who I am?” he asked, realizing that the stranger he was in bed with may not even know that he is famous and he wouldn’t have to worry about any scandal being spread because of it.
Jimin debated whether or not to tell Yoongi the truth, but in the end he just had to.
“I….. I’m probably your biggest fan.” He said, ducking his head into his chin and fiddling with his hands. “I really like your new song, by the way! The second verse was really moving to me because I-” Jimin stopped himself when he realized he was babbling and Yoongi hadn’t replied.
Jimin looked up but couldn’t read the expression on his face. He didn’t look upset, but perhaps a mixture of mildly happily surprised and in disbelief.
“Thank you?” Yoongi said, the phrase coming out as more of a question as he tried to process the information that he suddenly ended up in bed with his, supposedly, biggest fan.
There was awkward silence until Jimin’s phone pinged, a notification from Twitter popping up.
“Hey, could I use your phone to contact my manager? I don’t seem to have mine on me right now.” Yoongi asked, a small smile on his face as he gestured towards the device.
Jimin hurriedly sat up and reached over to his bedside table to grab it. He handed it over to Yoongi after unlocking it, the blush on his cheeks darkening once he remembered that his home screen was-
“Why is there a picture of me in a wet t-shirt and snapback as your home screen?” Yoongi asked, flipping the phone around to see the picture in question.
Jimin stuttered over his answer for a while before finally shrugging and putting his hands up in a “I don’t know” gesture.
Yoongi just rolled his eyes and turned Jimin’s phone back towards himself, fingers flying across the screen until he had found the phone app and dialed a number.
“Joon. It’s me.”
There was a pause as the other person replied.
“Yeah I woke up and I was in this guy’s bed and we both have literally no idea how I got here.” ……. “No, we didn’t.”...... “No, I’m sober. No hangover at all.”...... “Yeah.”...... “I… believe we’re still in Seoul?” he looked to Jimin for confirmation, who nodded. “Alright. I’ll get what address we’re at and then you can come get me, okay? See ya.”
Yoongi hung up with a sigh and handed Jimin’s phone back to him.
Jimin opened up a new chat with the person Yoongi had called and sent him his address before locking the device and putting it back on the nightstand.
“I…. actually may remember the cause of why you’re here.” Jimin said quietly, not daring to look Yoongi in the eyes.
“Well? Tell me!” Yoongi said after a long pause, eager to find out why he woke up in a stranger’s bed.
“I got a little…. emotional while watching your new music video last night and make have jokingly asked how I can summon the god Min Yoongi. I didn’t know it would actually happen, though! I’m not secretly a witch or anything! If knew that it would actually happen I would’ve thought twice about saying it and troubling you in this way!” Jimin defended himself.
After Yoongi didn't say anything, Jimin continued babbling to fill the silence. “Well, I actually have a roommate. His name is Taehyung. He's the “Tae” I thought I was talking to when you woke me up. He got annoyed with how much I was freaking out over you and went to our other friend’s apartment for the night to sleep. I'm pretty sure they're fucking, though, no matter how much he denies it. They're all over each other all the time and I even saw them about to kiss once!” Jimin suddenly stopped talking when he heard Yoongi giggle from where he sat next to him on the bed. (Why hadn't they left the bed yet, either? Yoongi is way too far into Jimin’s personal bubble of “How close I'm willing to get it a celebrity”)
“So you mean to tell me that you called me a god and tried to summon me like some sort of demon?” Yoongi asked, his tone completely baffled. “Honestly I'm not worried about you selling this to the tabloids, I'm just worried about what tests scientists will run on us once they find out what happened.”
Jimin nodded his head in agreement. He wasn't planning on selling this to the tabloids, it hadn't even crossed his mind until Yoongi mentioned it, but there was no way he would want that much attention brought to onto himself.
“Where is your bathroom, if you don't mind me using it?” Yoongi asked, shifting slightly on the bed so he was ready to get up and out of it.
One Jimin told him that it was down the hall he got up and left the room, leaving Jimin to wonder if he was hallucinating. Jimin got dressed instead and went to the living room once he was done.
He was just about to sit down on the couch before the front door flew open and Taehyung walked in, carrying his bag he took with the night before.
“Holy shit you scared me so bad.” Jimin said, a hand flying to his chest in shock.
“I just opened the door, Min. Are you really that scared of that?” Taehyung said, his face screwed up in confusion. He set his bag down by the couch and was just about to go down the hallway before Jimin stopped him.
“Tae! You can’t go back there! There’s some-”
Taehyung just kept on walking until he heard the sink turn on in the bathroom and he stopped in his tracks, his eyes going bug-eyed as he flipped around to face Jimin.
“Park Jimin!” he whisper-yelled, “Did you bring someone home?! How the fuck did you find somebody to fuck?! I left you at one in the morning!”
“Tae! It’s not like that, I swear! I can’t tell you all the details right now, but when I woke up Min Yoongi was in my bed!” Jimin said, really working his facial expressions to try and get Taehyung to believe him.
Taehyung just scoffed, however. “And I’m fucking Jungkook. What other jokes do you have up your sleeve, Min?”
Just then the bathroom door opened and Min Yoongi walked out, and Jimin really wishes that he would’ve had his phone camera turned on because the look on Taehyung’s face when he saw Yoongi was the funniest thing he had ever seen in his life.
“You’re-” Taehyung cut himself off, baffled and unable to even finish his sentence.
Yoongi gave him a small awkward smile, but after a few seconds of Taehyung not doing anything besides standing in one spot with his jaw on the ground he turned to Jimin with a “What should I do” type expression.
“Oh. Yoongi, this is my roommate, Taehyung. He was the one that went over to his boyfriend’s cause I was freaking out over you too much. Taehyung, this is… I mean. You already know who it is.”
For once, Taehyung didn’t retaliate against Jimin’s comment about his and Jungkook’s (possible) relationship. He just picked his jaw up off the ground and nodded for a while before grabbing his bag and walking right back out the door.
“Well he seems great.” Yoongi said, finally exiting the hallway and sitting down on the couch next to Jimin.
“He really is! Just…. not when he’s confronted with extremely famous people who suddenly appear in his house.” Jimin replied.
Yoongi made an “Ah” of understanding and nodded, sure that he would react in the same way if a rapper he admired suddenly appeared in his house like that.
Yoongi suddenly asked Jimin questions about when he started liking his music, what his favorite songs were, or if he had seen him in concert before.
Jimin answered them as honestly as he could, but tried holding himself back from ranting too much about how much he admires Yoongi’s passion, how hard he tried to get tickets for his last comeback concert, and just how much he loves Yoongi in general.
Yoongi couldn’t help but to find the boy a bit endearing, but he certainly appreciated how much the younger looked up to him.
After a while, Jimin’s phone notified him that he got a message and he pulled it out of his pocket to reveal a message from Yoongi’s manager that he was waiting downstairs.
He relayed the information to Yoongi sadly, not wanting their time together to end but he figured he should let the rapper go as soon as possible so he didn’t have to spend anymore time in one of his fan’s apartment that he somehow woke up in.
“It was really good talking with you, Jimin.”
“You too, Yoongi-ssi.”
“And Jimin-ah, I’ll have my manager get you tickets for you and your roommate to my concert. Someone who loves me as much as you do should be able to come.” Yoongi said, just as he was about to close the front door and leave.
Jimin almost fainted from shock, his breath hitching and his heart skipping a few beats. “Th-thank you, Yoongi-ssi! I- there’s no words to describe how happy I am! I’m looking forward to seeing you again already!”
“Just don’t summon me next time. I’ll come to you in a different way.”