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I’m used to the stares. The stares from people that are desperate for sex. Stares from people that are jealous of what they don’t have. Even stares from people that are in healthy relationships.
As I walk through Bangtan University’s campus, I receive these stares left and right. Of course, I got the same treatment in high school, so I’m used to it.
In high school, I was considered a fuck boy, if that’s really what you want to call it. I’m just very practiced in the world of sex. But even though I slept around a lot, I was pretty popular. Even the girls I fucked once and left loved me. If anything, they fought harder for me after that.
I’ve never been one for relationships. I don’t like the idea of being tied to someone, having to follow them around like a dog or being restricted from exploring other opportunities. Of course, by opportunities I mean other girls, but yeah, commitment is a no-no for me.
In college, I’m hoping my life doesn’t change too much. I like how it was in high school. Exercise, study, sex, sleep. That was my routine and I intend to follow through with it in college as well. I had good grades, a good body, and a great sex life. I enjoyed it.
I’ve already gone through orientation and today is the day where I find my fraternity, the boys I am gonna spend most of my days with. The fraternity I will most likely be spending my whole college career with.
I have three major things that I want in the frat I choose. Privacy, no curfew, and sex allowed in the house.
I’ve already checked out two frats and both were kind of weird. They were either really loud and annoying or nerdy and uptight. At this point, I will go to check out whatever houses that are left.
Fraternities mean less expenses in college and getting away from my stupid parents that couldn’t care less about me.
I look at the campus map and then look back up at the house in front of me. “This must be it,” I mutter to myself as I start to walk up to the door. The place looks decent and well kept from the outside. I haven’t looked into this frat at all. Like I said, at this point I’m desperate.
I push my finger down onto the doorbell and almost immediately the door swings open, revealing a laughing boy shorter than I am with pink hair.
Very bold. Obviously gay. What have I gotten myself into?
I almost chuckle at the thought, but the boy’s voice cuts me off. “Hi,” he smiles. “How can I help you?”
I wrinkle my nose and look down at my map again. “This is—I’m at the right frat, right?”
He raises an eyebrow and looks me up and down, from head to toe. “Yes, you are,” he emphasizes each word, still sizing me up.
I shake my head and chuckle, looking away. What have I gotten myself into?
The boy pulls me into the house and I gasp as I stumble over my feet.
“Another boy is here. He actually looks promising,” the boy yells. He looks at me and smiles. “We have more terms than most frats have, I’m sure you have deduced that by now.”
“Well, actually I haven’t—” I start to explain how I don’t know anything about them, but a deeper voice interrupts me.
“Ah, so you’re here to join,” a tall blonde reaches his hand out for me to shake. I quickly shake it.
Firm grip. Deep voice. Intimidating. Not gay. Very not gay.
“Well, I’m here to check it out, I suppose,” I chuckle. “I need a place to stay for my freshman year at least, maybe longer. I need to keep the expenses low. I don’t have a very high income at the moment.”
A taller boy with brown hair walks up to me and grabs my chin, turning my head from side to side. He examines my face for a moment before smiling and releasing his grip from my skin. “You know, with your bone structure you could make hella money in the prostitute industry.”
This boy’s fashion sense is on point and you can tell he takes good care of his skin. That combined with the usage of the word ‘hella’. Super gay. Mega gay. Ultimate gay.
“Thanks, I guess,” I laugh.
“Hm,” I hear someone hum from behind the other boys. A new boy comes out from behind them and scoffs at me. “He doesn’t look like he has what it takes to be here.”
Holy fuck, his voice is deep. I literally felt my insides vibrate because of his voice. I already can’t see this boy being gay, but I almost want him to be. I mean holy hell.
I said, ‘almost’.
“Are you doubting me?” I question.
He chuckles and steps forward. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me, sweetheart.”
What the fuck does that mean?
He chuckles again and turns back around to stand with the others.
I can now see that there are six boys in front of me. Some of which look gay as fuck, some look straight as a line, and others just look horny, whatever that means.
The blonde smiles and tilts his head looking at me. “He is super cute, though. Better than some we’ve seen today.”
“Yeah, I like him,” the pink haired one bites his lip.
What the actual fuck did I get myself into?
The boy with the voice as deep as the ocean speaks up again. “I really don’t know, guys. Aren’t we looking for guys that are more...I don’t know...rainbowy?”
I knew it. Gay. But instead of backing away and moving on to a new frat, my stupid brain focuses on the fact that this dumbass is doubting me. I hate when people underestimate me.
“What do I have to do?” I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. I have never said no to a dare in my life and I am not starting now.
The tall, blonde one steps forward and smirks. “Do you even know who we are?”
“Um,” I pause, furrowing my eyebrows.
Pink hair speaks up. “We call our house the Sex House.” He stares at me as if he’s waiting for me to back out. When I don’t say anything, he decides to continue. “We call it that for a reason.”
I raise an eyebrow. This should be interesting.
“My question still stands. What do I do?” I smile cockily at them.
“If you can get someone to sleep with you within 24 hours, you can stay here,” pink answers.
The boy is easy on the eyes. Anyone could see that. Obviously, they look for the most gorgeous boys to be in this frat and I’m assuming this test is to prove that I’m ballsy, which of course I am. So, this shouldn’t be a problem.
I nod. “Okay. Easy.” I turn to walk out the door, but a strong arm pulls me back. It’s the tall blonde from earlier. He’s obviously in charge.
“You don’t even know what it means to live here.”
I shrug. “Okay, what are the terms?”
The blonde bites his lip. “Everyone in this house is really close,” he emphasizes the last word, obviously tying to imply something.
I squint in confusion. “Okay?”
“He’s a bit slow, isn’t he?” Pink laughs.
I glare at him, then look back at the blonde. “Just say what you’re trying to say.”
The tall blonde chuckles. “To be allowed to continue staying here, you have to have sex with one of us each week,” he smirks.
My eyes widen. “You’re joking, right?”
The blonde one laughs. “I don’t joke.”
“I told you he wouldn’t be up for it,” the deep voiced boy speaks.
I grit my teeth. “I never said I wasn’t up for it.”
The pink haired boy jumps up and down, clapping his hands happily. “Yay! I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
I raise an eyebrow. This can’t be that bad. It’ll be just like being with a girl.
Just like being with a girl.
Right?
“Okay, so I just get someone to have sex with me and I’m in?” I ask.
The blonde one smirks and nods. “Normally, we wouldn’t be so quick about this process, but you admittedly have the perfect face for someone in our group.”
I laugh. “I’m quite aware that I’m good looking and this test will be easy to pass. Just watch,” I scoff at them.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” the deep voiced boy laughs.
“Speaking of, we need some sort of proof,” blondie says.
I nod. “No problem.” I turn to leave with a smirk on my face.
I swear to god, if I wasn’t so desperate I would have walked away from this.
Obviously.
But I have to win.
It’s not even just that I need somewhere to stay. It’s that those stupid boys think I can’t do it.
I’ll show them. This will be a piece of cake.
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