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Not wanting to say that Taehyung would just rat him out to Jungkook if something had happened, he just ended up rolling his eyes and rolling over in his bed. That way he wouldn’t have to look at the two half-naked men on the cover of Taehyung’s manga. “Nothing happened, you soggy potato. I just fell asleep and someone wrapped this sweater around me while I was sleeping.” He didn’t mention the beautiful stranger, or the way he’d fallen asleep to pale fingers dancing across the keys of the piano. There were just some things that Taehyung didn’t need to know. “Don’t you have to be in class in, like, 10 minutes?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung said nonchalantly.

“Are you going to go to class?”

Taehyung was silent and Jimin wriggled around in bed so he could turn around and give him his best glare. “Tae. You can’t miss class again, you already missed five days and it’s only the third week of classes.”

“Is it so bad that I wanted to make sure my roommate wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere?” Taehyung asked, as though he wasn’t considering skipping class just so he could finish his coffee.

“Tae,” Jimin said flatly. “Go to class.”

His best friend grumbled and ran a ring-laden hand through his blond hair. He was already dressed in something that resembled a quilt with parachute pants and sandals, but Taehyung was already such a weirdo that it looked normal on him. He stumbled around the room, grabbed a neon orange travelling mug, and Jimin watched in disappointment as he got ice cream out of their mini fridge, dumping two large scoops in it. He then grabbed the container of honey and poured a little in there, then sprinkled some cinnamon in the mug. Once he was finished with that, he poured coffee into the mug until it was completely full and screwed the cap on. Only when he was done did he turn to Jimin, giving him a finger heart and blowing a kiss. “Alright, I’m out. I’ll text you.”

“Please don’t,” Jimin said, but Taehyung just repeated the statement and then walked out the door before Jimin could say anything else.

He wasn’t too sad about it, but it seemed like Dan was a bit more upset than he let on, because then he was saying, “That’s okay. A prince deserves more than a lowly dragon tamer.”

That made Phil frown angrily, turning onto his side. He didn’t care that Lennyx could see them from where she was watching only twenty feet away. He didn’t care that anyone could get the wrong idea by his actions, especially when he was taking Dan’s hand in his own, giving it a light squeeze. “That’s not true,” Phil replied harshly, hating that Dan would even think of something like that. He deserved more than that, more than Phil. It pissed Phil off to no end that he had such low expectations of himself. “You’re the one who deserves better than I. You deserve the freedom to be yourself and live with your dragons, not to be tied down by politics and duties that don’t actually matter. You deserve to love freely and away from the bitter stare of onlookers who believe they can control your life just because they know of you. This is nothing I can give you, Dan.”

Dan huffed and then he was turning over onto his side as well, until they were face to face. This close, Phil could see the little freckles dotted across his nose, the light spots in his eyes, the little smile by his lips and forehead. Dan reached up and ran his fingers lightly across Phil’s cheek, making Phil close his eyes and bask in the touch. It was so feather light and ginger, completely different from the violence in which they fought only moments before. When Dan spoke, his voice was so quiet that it gently carried over the wind, barely audible. “I don’t care about any of that. I just want to be with you.” He cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly, cheeks a pretty shade of pink. Phil’s heart was roaring in his ears. “Besides, you don’t deserve any of that stuff either. You’ve been suffocated with these matters your entire life. It’s time for you to do things that you want as well, that way you can finally be yourself without restraint.”

Phil groaned and took the cup away from the drink fountain right before it fizzed over the edge. “Look, Chandler,” he deadpanned, frowning. “Dan is cute. I’ll admit that. But i’m not going to leave Nico for him, okay? Nothing’s going to happen. I’m happy with Nico and that isn’t going to change any time soon. Can you just knock it off?” He finished filling the glass, feeling irritation dwelling in his belly, bubbling up just like the soda in his cup.

Chandler sighed and waved her hand, pouting. “Fine, fine. But only because I see how nice Nico is to you.You really hit the jackpot there, Phil. I’m jealous.” She watched with folded arms as Phil made his way over to the terminal, swiping his identification card and inserting Dan’s order on the correct table number. “Maybe I’m just trying to get you out of the way so I can take Nico for myself.”

Phil snorted and swatted his hand at her. “Get your filthy ass out of here. He’s mine.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Chandler said in a spooky voice, wriggling her fingers as if she was performing magic. She looked past Phil’s head then, peering into the dining room, and tsked. “I just got sat. Have fun with your lover boy.”

Phil glanced into Nico’s eyes, saw the guarded look there, and knew exactly what he needed to do. He directed his gaze to stare right into Dan’s eyes. “Get out of my house.”

He saw the pain there. He saw the betrayal. But he couldn’t have Dan in here anymore. The damage was done. His relationship was on the line. Phil would do anything for Nico, didn’t he realise that? He couldn’t throw away the only person who will ever love him, the only person who thinks Phil is worth something. “I’m not leaving,” Dan interjected, and Phil almost expected him to stomp his foot as well.

Phil gave him a pleading look, one that was borderline desperate. He needed Dan out right now. “Dan. Please. Get the fuck out of my house.”

His best friend gave him a long and hard stare. Could he even call Dan his best friend anymore? After throwing him out of his apartment after he’d tried to defend Phil? He didn’t know. He tried not to care too much. His fingers were numb, his cheeks were numb, his chest was numb. He wanted time to just slow down for a little bit and let him process what was happening. “Fine, Phil,” Dan got out, shoving an angry shoulder into Nico’s as he stepped past. “Call me if you need me.” Then he was gone. A few seconds passed until the front door slammed shut, and Phil didn’t dare move. Or breathe, for that matter.

Nico wasn’t looking at him, his eyes instead narrowed at the space beside Phil. He was glaring at Dan, something akin to a challenge in his gaze. “You trying to fuck with my boyfriend?” Nico asked, venom in his tone.

Phil shook his head and put his hand on Nico’s chest in attempts to calm him down. Nico slapped his hand away. “He was trying to help me find you,” Phil assured his boyfriend. “He wasn’t trying to do anything weird.”

Nico stared at Dan long and hard until Dan was shuffling uncomfortably and breaking eye contact. Phil cocked his head, sluggish and slightly confused at what was going on. “Phil, we’re leaving,” Nico said finally.

“What? But I just made a new friend,” Phil interjected. Why did Nico want to leave all of a sudden? Wasn’t a party his idea after all?

“We’re leaving,” Nico ordered, leaving no room for arguments.

Phil sighed and nodded, turning to grin widely at Dan. “I guess I’m leaving, then,” Phil told him as if Dan hadn’t been there the entire time. “Thanks for helping me find Nico. I’ll see you back at LaBella’s, okay?”

Dan grinned and nodded, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. His gaze was flickering between Phil’s face and the hand wrapped around Phil’s wrist, an uncertain expression flickering across his face. “I’ll see you around, Phil.”

“He’s in here,” she whispered as though she were revealing a huge secret. Dan chuckled and nodded expectantly, watching with nervous eyes as she raised a manicured hand and knocked once, twice, thrice, on the wooden door. “Phil? It’s Victoria. I’ve got the new boy.”

Dan nearly corrected her, said that he was a man, not a boy, but he cut himself off before he could. That would probably not be the smartest thing to say to his boss, after all. And besides, the door was swinging open anyways, revealing Dan’s new trainer, the man who would be showing Dan the ropes for the next few weeks and-

Holy hell.

This was who was going to be training him? As if Dan hadn’t been nervous before, he was absolutely mortified now. ‘Relaxing aura’, Dan’s ass. Phil was absolutely stunning, making him seem like a god from an entirely different dimension.