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This was a mistake. He’d known that from the minute he’d agreed to go to this party. Even with the knowledge that he still had two papers due by Monday, and a dance final that he still hadn’t gotten the choreography just right for. But Taehyung had always known just what cards to play in order to get Jimin to agree to just about any crazy idea that had popped into his pretty head that week.
Two Hours Earlier:
“You deserve a break Jiminie, I’m tired of seeing you work yourself into a panic.” Taehyung whined as he followed Jimin around their shared apartment, Jimin attempting to busy himself so he wouldn’t have to look into the big puppy eyes he knew his best friend had directed towards him. It was going on an hour now since Taehyung had first brought up the idea of attending the party he had heard about from Jungkook, and he was quite determined to drag Jimin along as a casualty.
“Tae,” Jimin sighed for the fiftieth time since this game of persuasion had started “you know I can’t! I already told you I have too much to do before Monday and I can’t afford to lose precious time goofing off at some party.” He was getting frustrated at this point. It’s not like he didn’t want to go, hell he would love to be able to forget his responsibilities and go down a bottle of vodka with his soulmate and shake his ass until the sun came up.
Unfortunately, he was trying to be the adult one of the two and not put his school work off until the last minute. “Jimin!” Taehyung groaned, finally spinning him around, hands firmly planted on his shoulders so he couldn’t escape. “We never get to go out anymore! Finals are only a month away, and I want to spend one Friday night getting shitfaced with my best friend before we turn into fucking sleep deprived zombies.” He whined, shaking Jimin back and forth while putting on his best pout.
Jimin tried to keep his eyes pointed towards the ceiling, knowing just one good look at Taehyung’s face would be his downfall. Unfortunately his best friend had a good couple inches on him and quickly stood to his toes to put his pout right in Jimin’s line of sight. “Pleaseeeee!” Taehyung begged, letting his bottom lip quiver for added effect, and Jimin knows he's lost. “Ugh, fine!” He groans pulling out of the grip Taehyung still had him trapped in. “I’ll go, but only because there will be free alcohol and I love you.” Jimin says rolling his eyes as Taehyung cheers in victory.
“Thank you Jiminie! I promise we’ll have so much fun tonight! I already know what you’re gonna wear, come on let’s make you even sexier than you already are.” Taehyung winks as he drags Jimin into his room where he finds an outfit already laid out perfectly on his bed. Jimin turns with an eyebrow raised, about to lay into tae for planning on Jimin saying yes, but his best friend is already halfway out the door throwing a, “get dressed babe, I’ll be back to do your makeup in a minute.” Over his shoulder with a wink.
As Jimin runs his eyes over the outfit that’s been so kindly chosen for him, he can only think one thing. This was a mistake. Yet he still squeezes into the pair of fishnets and ripped black jeans that hug every curve of his thighs and butt. He sighs as he takes in the sight of his outfit in the full length mirror across from him. Taehyung has a kickass fashion sense, he’ll give him that. His legs and ass look great, and the fishnets peak through the rips on his thighs just perfectly enough to tease what’s underneath. The silky white tank top that had been paired with it made his skin look a beautiful honey color and showed off the delicate lines of his collar bones.
He looked good, and he felt powerful and sexy. He turned his head as a whistle broke through the air, Taehyung leaning against the door frame hip cocked as he took in his work. “Damn I’m good.” He sighed as he made his way towards Jimin to stand behind him. Tae looked just as good in a pair of black pants that made his legs look like they went on for miles, and a long sleeved silk, black button down tucked in at the front. He looked like he had just stepped off the cover of Gucci, but then again his best friend rarely looked less than perfect.
“Alright, now let’s do your makeup and get this show on the road.” Tae winked, making his way over to the bag of makeup Jimin kept on his desk. After twenty minutes of Tae carefully applying a ring of black eyeliner to Jimin's eyes and smudging it out to give a sultry, smoky look and a coat of peachy lip gloss that accentuated Jimin’s plump lips making them look wet and full, he was deemed ready to go.
This is how Jimin finds himself, leaning against a wall with a solo cup of whatever Tae could get his hands on before Jimin could object. It’s loud, and there’s a thin veil of smoke covering the room from the joint being passed around the group that takes up the couch on the other side of the room. He heaves a sigh bringing the cup to his lips and taking a harsh swig before he can let himself regret the taste. He runs his eyes over the hoard of people grinding on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room, wishing he was drunk enough to feel like joining it.
The walls vibrate against his back from the base boosted music flowing out of the two giant speakers set up to his left. He lets out another heavy sigh, wishing he had just stayed home and finished his paper. He’d only been here for an hour and within the first thirty minutes he’d lost Taehyung to their other friend Jungkook, the two now pressed against each other in their own world on the same dance floor in front of him.
They’d been dancing around each other for months now, neither brave enough to admit they wanted to be more than just friends. He wishes he could just lock them in a room together and not let them out until they finally talked about it, but for now he had to watch them both be painfully blind to the other’s feelings. He took another swing of his drink scrunching his nose slightly at the taste. He eyed the strange colored liquid suspiciously wondering if this could be considered poison, but was interrupted from his thought by a low chuckle from his right. He jumped slightly having not noticed the presence of the stranger beside him until just now.
The man was about his height, his silver hair reflecting beautifully under the colored lights. His outfit, all black, consisted of a pair of jeans and a short sleeve shirt. The sleeves hugging tightly against the man’s arms, which Jimin now noticed are covered in swirls of ink. The tattoos started at his wrist and trailed up his arms before disappearing into the fabric covering his shoulders. Jimin found himself wondering where else the man might have tattoos as he’s broken out of his daze by another chuckle.
His eyes quickly fly up to meet the man’s, and he’s instantly caught in the sharp feline gaze already staring back at him. “Enjoying the view?” The man raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his pink, pouty lips. A shiver runs up Jimin’s spine at the deep rasp of the man’s voice. He quickly snaps himself out of it as a warm flush spreads its way through his cheeks. Shit, he can’t believe he just blatantly checked this guy out like that. This drink must be stronger than he thought.
“I-I’m sorry..” he rushes quickly biting his lip nervously. He watches as the man’s gaze flashes down following the action, before meeting his eyes again. “Don’t worry about it,” the man’s smirk grows slightly as he rakes his eyes over Jimin slowly causing another shiver to shoot up his spine. “I was too.” The man winks, sending more heat into Jimin’s cheeks as he quickly casts his eyes back into the crowd trying to avoid making a bigger fool of himself in front of this gorgeous man.
Unfortunately, fate is not on Jimin’s side tonight. Just as he’s scanning his eyes over the crowd trying to distract himself from the stranger beside him, he makes eye contact with the last person on this earth he wants to see right now. His ex boyfriend, Lee Taemin is now trying to squeeze between people in the crowd to make his way over to Jimin. Eyes set in determination as he makes his way closer, and Jimin is quickly trying to find any escape in sight. He’s desperate to avoid any contact with the man who hasn’t left him alone since they broke up three months prior.
He quickly glances around trying to think of anything that can save him, and as he takes in the stranger still standing to his right his alcohol clouded brain basically says fuck it. Before he can rethink his actions he stands in front of the tattooed man, pushing himself into the man’s strong arms. The stranger looks surprised as they make eye contact and before he can say a word Jimin is frantically begging, “ my ex is coming this way, please pretend to be my date so he leaves me alone.” The stranger scans his eyes over Jimin’s scared expression quickly before schooling his face. Jimin thinks he’s about to get told to get lost when suddenly he feels an arm wrap itself securely around his waist pulling him flush against the man’s chest. As his palms come up to rest against the man’s broad chest he feels a large hand slip itself into his back pocket lightly cupping his ass, “I’m Yoongi by the way.” The man whispers lowly against his ear. “Jimin.” He squeaks out, face on fire as he tucks himself into Yoongi’s neck. Heat settling in his stomach at the feel of the large hand pressed securely against his ass.
He feels another presence behind him and silently hopes his ex just leaves them alone. “Problem?” He hears Yoongi rumble out as he pulls Jimin closer again. “I-. No, sorry. No problem.” He hears his ex mutter and he lets out a small sign in relief. “He’s gone now you know.” Yoongi mumbles above him, and he now notices that the hand in his back pocket is no longer there, but resting lightly against his hip. For the hundredth time that night he feels heat explode across his face, as he quickly removes himself from the other man’s personal space.
“Thank you so much! I’m so sorry for dragging you into that, I just didn’t know what to do and-“ Jimin tries to explain nervously, “Hey, don’t worry about it. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” Yoongi gives him a reassuring smile and Jimin feels his heart stutter in his chest, because if the man looked hot when he smirked he’s down right deadly when he smiles.
“Well still.. I appreciate it.” Jimin mumbles, raking an anxious hand through his blonde locks before meeting Yoongi’s eyes again. “I’ll stick my hand in your pocket anytime.” The other man winks causing Jimin to giggle nervously. “Hey listen-“ Yoongi starts before he’s interrupted “Yoongi hyung! There you are man I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Suddenly Yoongi has his arms full of a beautiful red haired man who’s pouting and rubbing his face against Yoongi’s shoulder. “I got left all alone, I had no one to dance with.” He whines. “Seokie, I wouldn’t have danced with you anyway.” Yoongi smiles while pinching the other man’s cheek playfully.
The red haired man gasps in horror, “Rude. I hate it here.” Jimin takes them both in together and feels an uncomfortable feeling settle in his chest. No, he has no right to feel this way, he doesn’t even know the man. Suddenly the other man notices him standing there awkwardly. “Oh! I know you! You’re Park Jimin right?” He’s brought out of his thoughts seeing that the man’s focus has now shifted to him. “Um yeah that’s me.. have we met?” He studies the man’s face more clearly now and he does look vaguely familiar. “No not formally, we’re both in the dance department, but I’m a junior.” He smiles brightly and it’s almost like a ray of sunshine in the dark room.“Oh! You’re Jung Hoseok sunbaenim!” Jimin recognizes him clearly now. “That’s me! Jimin is an amazing dancer hyung you should see him!” Hoseok exclaims, turning back to Yoongi who is now looking at Jimin once again. “I’ll bet he is.” He smirks.
Jimin’s blush returns, “Oh no! Hoseok-ssi is a way better dancer, I can’t even compare!” Hoseok quickly wraps an arm around Jimin’s shoulder pinching his cheek affectionately, “Aigoo! nonsense, you’re amazing Jiminie, and please call me hyung!” Jimin feels shy under all the attention he’s receiving, “Okay, thank you hyung!” He smiles cutely at the other man. Hoseok's eyes go all gooey and watery, “Jiminie you’re so cute!” He cooes at the other man, “isn’t he so cute hyung?” He looks to Yoongi for confirmation. “He’s precious.” You drawls making eye contact with Jimin, the smirk still on his face causes a heat to settle in his tummy at the compliment.
Soon the eye contact is broken as Yoongi turns his attention back to his inebriated friend. “Alright let’s get you home Seokie.” He smiles affectionately down at the other man who’s leaning against his Sadie heavily at this point. Jimin feels disappointed at the thought of Yoongi leaving, he wants the man to hold him that way. To take him home. It isn’t right though, he can tell there must be something between these two. Suddenly he feels guilt at how he’d thrown himself at Yoongi just a short while before.
“We’re gonna head out kid, you gonna be okay?” Yoongi turns, searching his eyes almost as if he’s concerned for Jimin. It makes his heart pick up again. “Of course, I’ll just find my friends and head home too. Thank you for your help earlier Yoongi-ssi.” He bows slightly avoiding eye contact with the older man. He feels a hand ruffle his hair and he quickly looks up at the other, “Call me hyung, kid. No need to be so formal.” Yoongi chuckles at him. His laugh is so deep and Jimin wishes he could hear it all the time. “Of course hyung, thank you again, get home safe.” He smiles brightly, eyes turning into crescents. When he opens them again Yoongi is staring at him eyes a little wide looking slightly lost. Jimin is confused but doesn’t have time to dwell on it as a groan comes from hoseok who’s now looking a little green.
Yoongi suddenly looks more aware now hoisting the other man up a little in his arms. “Alright let's get you home.” He says starting to make his way out before he looks back at Jimin one more time. “ Goodnight Jimin-ah.” He winks before turning and continuing out of the house.
Jimin is left alone wondering why his heart is beating so fast. “ goodnight hyung..” he mumbles to himself. Sighing, he looks around for any sign of Taehyung or Jungkook and sees the youngest basically carrying Taehyung towards the door. He jogs over to catch up with them. “ Hey hyung, did you have a good time?” Jungkook greets him as they walk together to catch an Uber home.
“Let’s not go to anymore parties, Kookie.” Jimin mumbles tiredly as Jungkook chuckles and readjusts the sleeping boy in his arms. “Okay hyung, lets go home.”
As they make their way back Jimin can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever see Yoongi again, and as he closes his eyes for sleep that night he dreams of tattoos and cat like eyes