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“I bet parking is going to be shit…” Jungkook muttered.
“You know what…”
Jimin took his chin out of his hand and dropped his arm as the car slowed. Taehyung had insisted on being the one to drive them all to the party in Jungkook’s car, despite the youngest’s protests. Jimin had opted to climb into the back and behind Jungkook’s seat.
Taehyung pulled the car onto the side of the road and rolled it to a stop. The brunette quickly shut off and turned to Jungkook with an arched brow. He couldn’t see Jungkook’s face but he imagined the raven-haired male had simply arched his brow back then cocked his head to the side. Jimin waited in silence his two friends stare at each other.
“I am not going to listen to you bitch. That didn’t work with Jimin-”
“Ya!” Jimin called from the backseat.
“And,” Taehyung spoke over the blonde as he interrupted, “it’s not going to work with you. So get whatever is wrong with you out of your system here and now.”
Jungkook scoffed. “I get it.”
“Do you?” Taehyung asked again, “because if I end up having to leave because you’re throwing another one of your tantrums so help me Jungkook-”
“I said I got it.”
Taehyung turned the key in the ignition. “As long as you know.”
“I don’t throw tantrums,” Jungkook spoke after minutes of silence.
“What was that?” Taehyung reached for the stereo and turned up the volume. He then pointed to his ear as grinned from ear to ear. “I can’t hear you!”
Jungkook nudged Taehyung’s arm as the car pulled back onto the road. Jimin’s eyes met Taehyung’s briefly and the brunette flashed a smile. Jimin let out a soft chuckle when Taehyung sang along at the top of his lungs. Jimin eased back into the seat watching Taehyung reach for Jungkook and push him repeatedly until he sang along with him.
The drive was longer than Jimin had anticipated as they got farther from the neighborhood they turned onto a private road. Jungkook turned the volume down as the car ascended the hill into the line of cars in front of them. From a distance, the soft glow of the mansion’s lights illuminated the dark sky like stars.
“Security’s tighter than Jimin’s ass when he’s being fucked.” Jungkook commented half-heartedly.
“Ya.” Jimin retorted in protest.
“What? It’s a compliment,” Taehyung added in. “No one wants a loose hole. Hell if I hadn’t been in it before, I would think it was your first time with how tight you are.”
“Can we stop talking about my ass?”
Jungkook turned back to the eldest. “But it’s such a nice one hyung.”
Taehyung tapped Jungkook’s arm with the back of his hand. “We’re up next.”
Jimin turned his attention back to what was happening before him. He watched one of the guards motion their car forward as another flanked the other side of the car. Taehyung stopped when he was told and rolled down his window when the guard knocked on the window.
“Invitations please.”
Another guard approached Jimin’s window and motioned for him to roll it down as well.
“Invitation please,” the guard spoke to Jimin.
Jimin picked the invitation beside him and handed it over. “Here you go.”
The guard held the invitation under the light and flipped it over between his fingers. Jimin strummed his fingers against his leg and waited. From the corner of his eye, he could see the other guard had passed back Taehyung and Jungkook’s invitation back to them. Jimin turned his attention back to the guard before him, who gave him a look over before turning his gaze back to the invitation at hand.
Jimin swallowed as he tried to push down the uneasiness that bubbled in his stomach. The guard leaned back and spoke briefly into the walkie talkie on his shoulder. A female voice sounded from the other end, speaking in words he couldn’t make out. The guard turned off his flashlight and returned the invitation back. Jimin wiped his hands into his pants and took it with a small nod.
“Hold out your arm please,” the guard said as he reached into his back pocket.
Jimin rolled up his sleeve and stuck his arm out. The guard snapped a dark-colored band around his thin wrist. After checking to make sure they secured the band tightly, Jimin pulled his arm inside.
“Keep your bands on at all times,” the guard standing on Taehyung’s side said. “Removal of your bands will result in your immediate removal from the party.”
“Yes sir,” Taehyung replied as he pulled his hand back in.
“Let them in.”
The other guards backed away as the gate that blocked them rose. The head guard ushered for them to drive through and Taehyung did just that.
Down the private road the trio went, past the large shrubs and manicured lawns on either side. Jimin held his wrist up to the passing light posts to get a better look at the band. The numbers ninety-three shimmered in gold lettering along the red and black strap. They soon rolled to a stop behind another car as they reached the entrance of the mansion. There was a soft thumping in the distance though Jimin could not fully make out the kind of music that was currently playing.
“Call it.” Jungkook said. “Parking is going to be a bitch.”
“Jungkook.” Taehyung warned.
“What?” Jungkook pointed the cars ahead of them. “Look how many people are here.”
“Don’t need your unnecessary commentary.”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Can y’all not?”
“I’m not even doing anything. Besides, my commentary is never unnecessary,” Jungkook retorted.
“Whatever,” Jimin and Taehyung replied in unison.
“Okay fuck you both very much,” Jungkook laughed. “It’s gonna be a walk to the house from the car though.”
“Hey hyung,” Taehyung called, “flash your band when we get up there.”
“Huh?” Jimin tilted his head in confusion.
“Get on my side and flash your wristband to the guy when we get up there.”
“And what’s that supposed to do?” Jimin asked again.
“I dunno but it doesn’t hurt to try now, does it?” Taehyung replied as he pulled up to the man standing in front of the house. “Just do it.”
Taehyung rolled down his window as Jimin scooted over to Taehyung’s side. The younger man rolled down both windows an attendant approached them.
“Wristbands please.”
“We’re with him,” Taehyung interjected as he motioned to Jimin in the back.
The guard made his way over as Jimin stuck his arm out and showed the band on his wrist.
“Yes sir, we will park your car right away.”
“Um, thanks,” Jimin replied as he got out of the car.
Taehyung grinned at the other two as he also stepped out along with Jungkook. “You better kiss Min Yoongi on the fucking mouth for this, I swear.”
Jungkook made a face. “Don’t be disgusting.”
“What? I’m just saying, VIP treatment at BamBam’s party. We would’ve ate this shit up back in high school and you know it.”
“Good thing we know better,” Jungkook retorted under his breath.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Taehyung replied.
“They will take their invitations at the door.” The attendant then looked at Jimin. “You can go straight on inside sir.”
“I can-”
“Go ahead hyung,” Jungkook interrupted. “We’ll meet you inside.”
“I don’t mind waiting Kook.”
“I know that’s why I said just go on ahead. Sides, Tae will probably try to figure out a way to use you to get ahead of the line of something. Better go while he’s distracted trying to get the attendant to park the car real close.”
Jimin turned to the man in question who was indeed giving a flirtatious smile to the male attendant as he slipped the keys into his hand.
“I’ll just wait for you guys inside then.”
“Yup,” Jungkook smiled. “Now go.”
Jimin climbed the stairs and maneuvered through the crowd and through the final round of guards. His eyes widened he stepped through the doors. From corner to corner, tropical plants and flowers filled every crevice of the entrance foyer. Vines wrapped around the columns and banisters. Small waterfalls flowed from detached walls on both sides of the room as the lights that illuminated them changed colors. Beyond the main foyer was a large room filled with people dancing and grinding.
Jimin stood as close to the entrance as he could without getting in the way of the other partygoers. Soon enough he spotted his roommates funnel through a shorter line.
“Hyung, that’s not fair. You didn’t even have to wait.”
“Tae, we were only in line for five minutes, maybe seven tops,” Jungkook interjected.
“That’s seven minutes too long.” Taehyung squeezed between the two of them and threw his arms around their necks. “Let’s go check out our table! All the VVIP tables are supposed to be on the second floor.”
“Of course you’d want to go there first,” Jimin laughed. “Wait, how do you know where the tables are at?”
“Because I asked!” Taehyung laughed. “And there’s a bouncer standing in front of a roped off area where people are standing around. Not hard to miss.”
Jimin shook his head while he shook with laughter. Taehyung rocked his head along with the beat, strutting across the foyer and winking at anyone who glanced in his direction.
“Uh oh, wild Tae is coming out,” Jimin joked.
“Better be careful now.” Jungkook teased.
Jimin took the lead, pulling his roommates along behind him. He then pointed to Taehyung and Jungkook before showing his wrist to the bouncer that stood at the foot of the stairs. The bouncer nodded and lifted the robe allowing the pair up the stairs. Against the walls were platforms covered with cushions and throw pillows of various shapes and sizes. Each platform had it own circular table illuminated by a white light. Long black couches and square tables filled the rest of the space.
Servers scantily covered in leaves and flowers walked around carrying trays, serving drinks and taking orders. There were partygoers everywhere. Some sat alone in their own tables while others, larger groups crammed themselves onto one couch.
“There is no way there are more than ninety-three tables here.” Jimin said to the two of them.
“The numbers are just code. If they wrote just the person’s name, other people would try and switch placards to sit with people more affluent than themselves. People will do anything to get a connection.” Jungkook replied. “Numbers give more privacy. Don’t know who’s where until it’s too late.”
“Sounds like something my mother would do,” Taehyung muttered.
“She did do that Taehyung,” Jungkook laughed. “Your twelfth birthday.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Come on,” Jimin nudged them both, “I don’t want to stand around here all day.”
A woman in a short, leaf-covered dress approached the trio. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail adorned with white flowers.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting.” She covered her hand over her chest and bowed her head politely. “Allow me to escort you to your table. What number is it.”
“Ninety-three.”
Jimin noticed the light stiffness in her shoulders as she fought to keep her face neutral.
“Please follow me.”
The trio maneuvered through the maze of couches as they followed the girl to the back of the room. Waiting for the trio on top of the table was a bottle of champagne sitting in a small container of ice. There were two champagne glasses flipped upside down on a golden platter. Jimin spotted a small folded note addressed to him beside the two glasses.
Jungkook plopped himself down onto the seated platform and leaned back as the eldest stared at the note. Jimin raked his teeth along the inside of his bottom lip as the song changed to a faster tempo. He ran his hand over his head before picking up the note and flipping it open.
Don’t waste it Jimin-ssi. - S
“What’s that?” Taehyung took the note from Jimin’s hand.
“Ya,” Jimin said in a warning tone. “Don’t take shit then ask what it is.”
“What’s it say Tae-hyung.”
“Don’t waste it Jimin-ssi. S. Ooo you sure there’s nothing going on with you and Suga-hyung.”
Jimin and Jungkook eyed the younger man with narrowed eyes. Without another word, Jimin snatched the note back and crumpled it in his hand.
“I’m just kidding. You two are so sensitive, I swear.” Taehyung shook his head and dismissively waved his hand. “Kook, pop the bottle open, I’m thirsty.”
“Uh huh.”
Taehyung turned to the server who waited patiently beside them. “Can we get one more glass?”
“You guys can share the bottle,” Jimin said. “One of us has to stay sober.”
“You heard what Suga-hyung said, don’t waste it.” Taehyung said to the girl once more. “One more glass, thanks.”
“Certainly,” the female server replied before walking back where she came.
Taehyung pulled Jimin to sit beside him as Jungkook stood off on the other side with the bottle of champagne in hand. A small pop sounded as Taehyung reached over and overturned the two glasses. The server soon returned with a third glass and excused herself as Jungkook filled the glasses.
“To BamBam!” Taehyung yelled as he held the glass in the air.
“To BamBam!” The other two joined in and clinked their glasses together.
The youngest drained their glasses. Jimin drank only half before setting it down on the table. Taehyung reached for Jimin’s glass and held it up to him.
“Nu uh hyung, drink up.” Taehyung laughed. “Come on, you gotta keep up.”
“I’m not trying to get wasted Tae.”
“Who said anything about getting wasted. Down the hatch, come on. Even Jungkook finished before you.”
“Nooo,” Jimin cackled as he pulled away. “I’m not trying to get drunk.”
Jungkook rested his hand on Jimin’s lower back and above his belt as Jimin leaned into him.
“Promise we won’t let you get drunk,” Jungkook whispered into the older man’s ear. The raven-haired male moved his hand across Jimin’s back and ran his fingers along his side. “Let loose and have a little fun.”
Jimin turned and smiled. “One drink and you’re already feeling me up in public Kook.”
“I’m nowhere near inebriated enough to do that yet.”
“Yet,” Jimin added.
“If we have enough drinks maybe I’ll let you finally convince me.”
“Drink it,” Taehyung chanted as he waved the glass in front of Jimin.
Jimin rolled his eyes, snatching the glass from Taehyung’s grip and down the rest of the champagne. The brunette whistled and clapped before refilling their glasses.
“One more!”
“Ya! Tae!”
Taehyung held up his index finger. “One more!”
One more became two and soon the trio drank until there was not a drop left in the bottle. Taehyung rose to his feet then grabbed his roommates by their wrists.
“Let’s go dance!” Taehyung grinned as he pulled them onto their feet.
Jimin allowed himself to be lead back down the stairs and into the next room. They stood near the edge of the dance floor closest to the bar. Taehyung lead the older man to stand in front of him as Jungkook came up from behind. Jimin swayed from side to side moving with them and the three of them danced along with the music.
He closed his eyes, allowing Taehyung to lead him how he wanted. Thee music pounded in his ears and alcohol rushed through his veins. A pair of hands grabbed him by his hips and pulled him closer. Jimin opened his eyes found himself face to face with Jungkook. Taehyung’s arm hung over Jungkook’s shoulder as he ground his hips into Jimin. They kept dancing closely together, switching positions frequently between the three of them. After a few songs, Jimin made a drinking motion with his hands and Taehyung, who was now sandwiched between him and Jungkook, nodded.
Jimin pulled away as Taehyung turned and faced the youngest. Another person quickly took his place as Jimin walked off the dance floor and towards the bar. The older man raised his hand, calling the bartender’s attention. The bartender gave a short nod and motioned for the blond to give him a moment.
He dabbed his forehead with his palm, wiping the sweat from his brow and the sides of his face. Jimin focused on getting his breath under control as he fanned himself with his shirt. The bartender shook a metallic canister above his head and poured the green-colored alcohol into two whiskey glasses. With a smile he threw a towel over his shoulder and made his way over to Jimin.
“What can I get you?”
“Water and lots of ice.”
The bartender nodded while pulling out a bottle of water from under the bar. Jimin watched him fill the glass with ice then pass it over to him.
“That’ll be four fifty.”
Jimin flashed the blood red colored band snapped around his wrist as he pulled out his wallet. The bartender held his hand up before the blonde could offer him the money.
“My apologies sir. Please, enjoy your drink.”
Jimin put his wallet back into his pocket and took the water. “Thanks.”
With his drink in hand, Jimin leaned against the bar and turned back to the dance floor. Taehyung and Jungkook had split up, though the pair hadn’t traveled far from each other. He watched the duo grind against their respective new partners as the music changed to a harder trap beat.
Jimin’s thoughts drifted back to Yoongi. He had yet to see the older man cross his path at the party and the blonde began to wonder if he was going to. Jimin had secretly hoped that the older man would have graced their table earlier so he could thank him in person. He pushed his hand into his pocket, wrapping his fingers around his phone as he debated on whether or not to text the older man.
Jimin took another sip of water and licked his dry lips. The urge to relieve himself suddenly washed over him and Jimin pulled out his phone.
Me: Heading to the bathroom.
Jimin waited and watched as his roommates pulled out their phone and read his message. Taehyung gave him a thumbs up as Jungkook quickly texted back
Kook: K! Don’t get lost.
Jimin scoffed and stuffed the phone back into his pocket and placed his glass on the bar. He made his way across the room, moving past the flower-covered models walking along the catwalks. Every so often he stopped and asked for directions, following the direction the servers pointed him to before finding a vacant bathroom for him to use.
He sighed in relief as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Jimin ran the cool water over his fingers before running them along the back of his neck. He continued to do so three more times before taking a fresh paper towel and dabbing the back of his neck.
No sooner had Jimin stepped out of the bathroom, someone had took his place and closed the door behind him. He peered down both ends of the hallway, trying to recall how he had gotten there. He tried to find any semblance of something he remembered, a painting he may have passed only to see that the walls were bare.
“Damn it...” Jimin mumbled to himself.
He dropped his shoulders with a loud sigh. Looking both ways once more, Jimin turned left and began walking. He allowed his feet to lead him and he soon found himself in a completely different room. All around him were exotic dancer on elevated platforms swinging around on poles. Instead of flowers, there clad in fruit themed outfits. The music vibrated so loudly that he could barely hear himself breathing. A sense of anxious washed over Jimin as he made his way over to the closest bar he could find.
Two girls moved away with their drink, grinning and whispering in each other’s ears. Jimin quickly took their place. The bartender leaned over as Jimin hopped slightly onto the bar.
“Whiskey smash.” Jimin yelled into the bartender’s ear then flashed his wristband.
The bartender gave the blond a thumbs-up and pulled out a red paper cup. He pulled out his phone and rapidly moved his thumbs along the touch screen.
Me: Don’t laugh...but I’m lost.
Jimin watched and waited as the small circle next to his message spun around. The bartender pushed the cup over the Jimin and moved on to the next person. Jimin switched his phone from his right hand to his left and held it up to his eye. As he took a sip of his drink, a red exclamation point quickly appeared next to the text. Two words followed below.
Me: Don’t laugh...but I’m lost. !
Not Delivered
Jimin pressed his thumb over the exclamation point and looked around. He locked eyes with a man eye fucking him from the other end of the bar. The stranger had his elbows propped on the table, drink close to his mouth as he licked his lips. Jimin could spot several pierces along the man’s ears, left eyebrow and lips. The stranger with his buzz cut hair winked flirtatiously at Jimin before smirking.
Jimin fought back the urge to gag and looked behind him, praying that look was for someone else. He clenched his jaw as he saw the only other person standing behind him had his back turned in his direction. The blonde turned back just as the partygoer moved around the bar to make his way towards Jimin.
Jimin turned on his heel and shuffled off in the opposite direction, mowing his way through the crowd before doubling back around and out the nearest door. The blonde found himself standing on a large, open balcony. The chilled cool air filled his lungs and Jimin shivered as he took in the view around him. A rectangular shaped pool sat in the corner of the balcony void of people. In front of him laid a garden filled with various kinds of flowers.
Jimin turned his attention to the only other person standing on the balcony with him. Blonde strands peeked out from beneath a black beanie. The end of his long white t-shirt poked out from beneath his leather jacket. He wore black jeans with rips along his knees over a pair of black and white sneakers.
“Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin called out cautiously.
Yoongi immediately turned his head. Jimin let out a sigh of relief and walked over to join him.
“Hey hyung.”
Yoongi straighted up. “Hey yourself.”
“Mn hyung, what are you doing?” Jimin asked with a smile.
“I was happily standing here until you walked over,” Suga retorted with a smirk.
Jimin took a sip of his drink then said playfully. “Maybe I should leave you alone to brood in silence then.”
Yoongi fingers latched themselves around Jimin’s wrist with a firm grip. “Oh? And I where do you think you’re going?”
“Uuh...” Jimin switched his drink to his free hand and pointed in the direction of the sliding door he exited from. He tilted his head to the side and gave Yoongi and innocent look. “Over there?”
“Nuh uh. You’re staying.” Yoongi lightly pulled the other male closer to him as he laughed. “That kinda face don’t work on me.”
“Damn and here I thought it would.” Jimin replied. “Will you let me go if I said please?”
“Nope. Think of it as punishment for disturbing my peace.”
“Uh huh and what if I don’t want to obey?” Jimin asked with an upward inflection. “Are you going to punish me?”
“I will but I don’t want to.” Yoongi took a sip from his drink then poked Jimin’s bottom lip. “Bu~t, if you listen to hyung’s words and behave, I’ll give you a treat.”
“Oh, a treat?” Jimin’s small smirk grew into a mischievous grin. “Should I be calling you daddy now?”
“Daddy?” Yoongi’s tongue poked out as he wet his bottom lip. He pressed his lips against Jimin’s earlobe. “I kinda like the sound of that, especially coming from those pretty lips of yours.”
Yoongi placed his cup on the railing then slid his hand over Jimin’s waist. The younger blonde shivered and bit his bottom lip.
“Yoongi hyung,” Jimin groaned as fought to keep his voice from cracking.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“This is only my second cup.”
Yoongi eyed the younger as he leaned more on the railing.
“And a little bit of the champagne you left for me at the table.”
Yoongi arched his brow and Jimin smiled sheepishly.
“Okay more than a little of the champagne.”
Yoongi cocked his head to the side with a smirk. “Did you finish the bottle?”
“Yeah. Tae and Kook helped.” Jimin admitted then tilted his head to the side to look at the other male. “Why?”
Yoongi leaned in after weighing his words. “Be careful and not go overboard. You’ll never know who’ll come and take advantage of you.”
“You mean guys like you,” Jimin asked with another upward inflection.
Yoongi chuckled and pressed Jimin between the railing and the wall.
“Oh yeah, and what exactly do you know about guys like me?”
“I’ve dated guys like you before,” Jimin replied.
Yoongi turned his head and let a hearty laugh. “You couldn’t have possibly dated a guy like me because I’m the only me in this world. Anyone else is just a pale imitation.”
A loud moan sounded in the distance and the pair turned their heads to the source of the noise. A couple stood not to far from them, the girl’s legs wrapped around the man’s waist as he held her up against the wall. His pants pooled around his knees while her arms wrapped around his neck. She pulled him into a heated kiss as he slammed his hips into her.
With a flustered look on his face, Jimin turned way. He blushed more when he realized the older man had been watching his reactions, cleared in amusement. Jimin cleared his throat and turned the opposite way. The Yoongi grabbed Jimin by his arm, pulling the younger man back to him before he had a chance to walkway.
Jimin’s stomach twisted into knots and the other man forcibly turned him around.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Yoongi whispered into his ear.
“Normal people don’t like that.”
“Normal people don’t start taking off clothes in a middle of a garden where there’s people and start fucking. They knew we were here and started fucking anyway.”
“You know... know that.”
“Do. Saw them walk over a while ago while we were talking. I’m very observant. But...” Yoongi’s voice dropped into a lower more bedroom like tone. “I never took you for a voyeur Jimin-ssi.”
Jimin swallowed hard. “I didn’t take you for one either.”
“Like I said, you couldn’t have possibly dated a guy like me before.”
“Yeah? What makes you so different?”
Yoongi smirked. “You couldn’t handle it.”
Jimin snorted. “Alright, prove it.”
Yoongi ran his fingers along the collar of the younger man’s shirt. He curled his fingers into the fabric and yanked Jimin forward.
“Hyung,” Jimin yelped in surprise.
“So you remember what to call me. I distinctly remember telling you I don’t like to repeat myself.” Yoongi glanced at Jimin’s lips before looking him in the eyes once more. “Now say you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry hyung.”
“For?”
“Making you repeat yourself.”
“And?” Yoongi smirked.
Jimin licked his dry lips in thought. “F-for being disrespectful?”
“Is that a question or a statement?”
“Sorry for being disrespectful hyung.”
“Very good,” Yoongi cooed and sucked his tongue. “You look good like this. Keep still for me.”
The air seemed to disappear from Jimin’s lungs as the older man pushed his knee between Jimin’s thighs. Jimin’s eyes darted to Yoongi’s lips and his breathing grew heavier. Yoongi wetted his bottom lip. He brought his face closer until their lips were merely centimeters apart. Yoongi continued to tease him, brushing his bottom lip against the younger man’s own. He caught Jimin’s bottom lip between his teeth, gave it a slight tug before he released it. A soft whimper escaped the younger man’s lips and he brought his face closer. Yoongi jerked his head back with a chuckle as Jimin whined in annoyance.
“Pretty baby,” Yoongi wetting his bottom lip. A small gummy smile spread across Yoongi’s face and leaned in.
“I got you bitch!”
Pulled from their bubble, Jimin and Yoongi turned their heads towards the sudden noise. A third man had appeared, cellphone held high in his hand. Yoongi had released his grip long enough for his hand to reach around Jimin and grab the other side of the railing. Jimin cheeks burned, all too aware of how close they were standing next to each other.
“Yeah, I finally got you bitch!”
Jimin focused his attention back to the scene below him. The first man pulled back, placing the girl on his feet before reaching to pick up his pants. The girl pulled down her skirt of her dress and held her hands up in front of her.
“Whatever,” the girl replied.
“Looks like the fun’s over,” Yoongi said.
Jimin suppressed a shiver as the other man’s hand momentarily slid across his lower back. From the corner of his eye he watched Yoongi rest both arms on the railing. The older man slumped forward, all excitement gone from his face. Jimin looked back and watched the girl shove the man’s arm away as he came closer.
“Get that phone out of my face,” the girl said.
“This is who you wanna fuck with huh?” the man’s voice rose higher. “You’re supposed to be my girl and you’re fucking him? This pencil dick little bitch?”
“Well he fucks a whole lot better than you,” the girl screamed back.
“And where the fuck you think you’re going?”
Jimin’s eyes followed the alleged boyfriend as he sprinted after the first man already walking away. The boyfriend whistled, catching the other man’s attention long enough for him to take a swing.
“No!” the girl shouted running after him.
“Fuck you!”
The two men tumbled to the ground, phone cast by the wayside. The onslaught of punches continued from both sides as the men rolled around. The girl grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, trying to pull him off only to jump back from the wild swinging of his arms.
“Get off him!”
“Pointless,” Yoongi said as he straightened up and sighed. “Neither one of them can fight. Might as well just scratch at each other. It would make more damage.”
Jimin lowered his eyes, looking away in another direction as he laughed.
“I know, so funny right?” Yoongi continued. “I’m a comedic genius.”
“You’re a comedic something hyung,” Jimin replied.
Yoongi snored and rolled his eyes. He then nudged Jimin’s shoulder playfully as he nodded towards the door.
Yoongi took their cups into his hands and held Jimin’s out to him.
“Want to go inside?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Jimin took the cup and followed Yoongi back inside. The two moved through the crowd until they found a somewhat empty corner where the music wasn’t so loud. Yoongi shoved a hand into his pockets as he leaned against the wall. Jimin turned to the crowd, searching through the nameless faces for any semblance of Taehyung or Jungkook passing through.
“Am I that boring to talk to?”
“N-no. I do that a lot.” Jimin shoved his phone back into his pocket. “It’s a habit. Kook likes to tease me about it.”
“Hyung, I meant to thank you earlier for the champagne.”
“You thanked me.” Yoongi replied. “It’s no big deal. You know, if you want to dance with one of those guys go ahead.”
“Huh?”
“The guys at the bar.” Yoongi said as he pointed. “You keep looking over at their direction.”
Jimin cast his eyes over the bar to three guys huddled together with Cheshire like smiles on their faces. looking in his direction.
“Yeah no, didn’t even know they were there,” Jimin replied. “Didn’t even know they were there to be honest.”
“Oh?” Yoongi didn’t hide the amusement in his voice as he moved closer. “You don’t mind if I come a little closer then.”
“If it keeps off the creepers than by all means.”
Yoongi smirked and raked his teeth over his bottom lip. Jimin bit his own inner cheek thinking back to their almost kiss out on the balcony. He wondered what it would have felt like, the taste of those lips against his own as they kissed. Jimin felt the heat rise to his cheeks, unsure if the alcohol in his system was entirely to blame.
“My services don’t come cheap you know.” Yoongi said.
“What’s your price hyung?”
“I’ll let you know then put it on your tab.”
Jimin wiped the tears that threatened to escape the corner of his eyes as he threw his head back with a hearty laugh.
“So hyung, why 93?”
“Hm?”
Jimin held up his wrist and pointed to the number written in gold. Yoongi rolled his tongue around with a stoic expression in his face.
“If it’s a personal question, you don’t have to ans-”
“I was born on the ninth and I like the number three,” Yoongi shrugged. “Not much to it. You look more over this party than I am.”
“Yeah... this has always been more of Tae and Kook’s kinda scene than mine.”
A loud vibration sounded against his leg and Jimin quickly pulled out his phone. A barrage of texts appeared on his screen from both of his roommates. Jimin quickly unlocked his phone and pulled up the messenger.
Tae: That’s a mighty long piss your taking.
Tae: You cool?
Tae: Where are you?
Tae: Hyung text back asap. Kook and I are getting worried.
Before Jimin could move his fingers to reply another text came into view.
Tae: Thank the fuck god you finally answered.
Tae: Only you would get lost going to the bathroom. Now I owe Kook money.
Tae: BTW your phone sucks ass.
Me: My bad. I couldn’t find a signal until now
Me: And my phone is just fine.
Tae: Your
Tae: Phone
Tae: Sucks
Tae: ASS
“Something happened?”
Jimin looked at Yoongi as he pushed his hair back.
“You were scowling and glaring like your phone owed you money.” Yoongi motioned, pointing at his own face in reference.
“No. Tae’s just being an ass and making fun of my phone.”
“It looks like it’s seen better days,” Yoongi teased.
“Oh shut up, don’t you start too.”
Another vibration sounded and Jimin read his phone.
Tae: Where you at? Kook and I will come to you.
Me: I’ll send a video.
Tae: I’m going to die of old age before then.
Me: Ha ha fuck you very much.
Jimin turned on the camera and began to record the room before sending off the video to Taehyung.
Tae: We just passed there.
Tae: Lemme get Kook and we’ll come to you. Don’t move.
Tae: Try not to attract creepers until we get there.
Me: I’m fine. Yoongi-hyung is keeping them at bay.
Jimin felt Yoongi lean into him and he tilted his head to the side to hear him better.
“Since I’m just as over the party as you are, want to get out of here?”
“Sure. Tae and Kook will probably enjoy staying longer anyway. I’ll send them a quick text and we can leave.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Jimin winced as he felt the toe of someone’s shoe hit his ankle. All at once someone knocked into him, pushing him to the side as they tried to wedge themselves between Yoongi and himself. Without thinking, Jimin pushed back with a hard shove, grunting as he knocked the person backwards. He looked up, coming face to face with a girl in a light pink dress and her hair swept back behind her shoulders.
Jimin blood ran cold, immediately recognizing the girl before him. The very girl who had gotten him suspended from his job for two weeks.
“Excuse you.” Jimin grounded out between his teeth.
“No excuse you.” Jihye glared at Jimin. “Move. I’m trying to sit.”
“Sit somewhere else,” Jimin retorted. “Plenty of space elsewhere.”
Jihye’s brows knitted together, a look of anger filled her face. She nudged Jimin’s shoulder harder, trying once more so wedge herself between the two of them. Gritting his teeth, he leaned in harder, pushing back against her. Jihye let out a bratty whine, eyeing Jimin darkly before she turned her attentions to Yoongi.
“Oppa.” Jihye lifted his arm and sat herself on his lap. “I’ve been looking for you all over.”
“Get up,” Yoongi spoke evenly.
“Let’s go somewhere else hm,” Jihye smiled. “This room smells like chlorine and cleaning products.”
Yoongi pulled his arm from Jihye’s grasp when she tried to drape it around her waist.
“I’m busy.”
“With what? It can’t possibly be him.”
“Jihye,” Yoongi warned her as his lowered his voice.
“Seriously? Oppa, It’s nice that you want to help out those who are less fortunate but really? I’m worried that their bad habits will rub off on you. Especially this one.”
“Excuse me,” Jimin said.
Jihye looked at Jimin. “I’m surprised you were still able to keep your job after the way you humiliated me at the Rec pool. A suspension was too good for you.”
“What suspension?” Yongi asked.
Jihye traced her finger down his cheek with a smile. “Remember, I told you about it in my car. You probably don’t remember it since we were having too much fun before-”
Jimin rose to his feet as his heart drop into his stomach.
“I’ll see you later Yoongi-hyung.” Jimin muttered.
A sour tang filled his mouth, his stomach ready to empty itself all over the girl’s perfect white shoes. Jimin wrinkled his nose, not wanting to look Yoongi in the eye as took a step forward.
“Jimin.” Yoongi called after him.
“Oppa, don’t waste your time with a little bitch when you have a real woman right here on your lap.”
“Fuck you and that high horse you rode your little princess ass on,” Jimin snapped.
Jimin felt the eyes of the nearby partygoers looking in their direction. He clenched his fist and his nails sank deeply into his palms.
“You’re so busy trying to suck his dick that you look desperate as fuck.” Jimin continued.
“You- You! How dare you.”
“Get a fucking clue you crazy bitch.”
The people crowded together in groups, whispering to each other like hyenas waiting to see what would happen next. Jimin ignored the eyes that fell on him, itching to get away as quickly as possible. He avoided Yoongi’s gaze as he turned and immediately froze. Taehyung and Jungkook stood in front of him, staring at him with a look of confusion on their face.
It was then that he felt it, an ice cold liquid running over his head and down his neck and shoulders. Jimin turned around, nails digging into his skin as his anger rose. Jihye continued to dump what remained of the cup on his shirt before she tossed the cup at his feet. Jimin could sense the dull roar of laughter from the crowd. From the corner of his eyes, strangers either covered their hands over their faces phones already in their hands.
“Bitch what the fuck is wrong with you?” Taehyung shouted as he stepped in between them.
Jihye pushed her chin out with an air of arrogance and rejoined Yoongi’s side. She snaked her arm around his with a triumphant smile. “Let’s go baby.”
Having enough turned on his heel and stormed off. Jimin shoved his way through the crowd, not caring who he pushed or the looks he got as he passed. He made his way through the room and turned at a somewhat empty hallway.
“Hyung wait up!” Jungkook shouted from behind him.
“Kook I’m good.”
“Just wait a minute.”
“Damn it Jungkook, I said I’m good. Let me find a bathroom in peace!”
Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s shoulder and whipped him around, forcing the older man to look at him. Taehyung flanked the other side with a look of concern on his face.
“You just walked past it two doors ago.” Jungkook answered softly. “You forget that I know you. I can out run you even on a bad day.”
“He’s right you know,” Taehyung added. “We can leave right now and go to the nearest all night diner. I’ll even swing back to the apartment if you want to change into something that’s yours.”
Jimin sighed in defeat as he dropped his shoulders.
“How much did you hear?” Jimin asked softly.
“Jimin!” Another voice called out.
The trio turned their heads as Yoongi shuffled in a light jog towards them.
“Hey Jimin, look-”
Jungkook stepped between them with a snarl and shoved Yoongi away. “You’ve done enough, like always.”
“The fuck Kook?” Jimin snapped.
“Jungkook. Chill.” Taehyung warned.
“I just came to apologize to Jimin. That’s all.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes and scowled. “You’ve done that, so go.”
Yoongi stepped to the side only for Jungkook to block him once again and push him away at arm’s length. Yoongi rolled his eyes and smacked away Jungkook’s hand. Angrily, Jungkook shoved the older man harder into a wall.
“I’m going to give you to the count of ten to get your hands off of me Jeon Jungkook.”
“Yeah? Say ten right now and see what happens.” Jungkook snarled. “Go ahead.”
“Jungkook stop it,” Jimin said through his clenched teeth. He pulled the younger man back, slipping between the two of them as he glared at his friend. “Calm the fuck down.”
Yoongi adjusted the beanie on his head and brushed off his sleeves. “I think we’ve all had a bit too much to drink tonight.”
“Fuck you Min Yoongi.”
Jungkook lunged at Yoongi, his fingers curled into a fist. Taehyung and Jimin pushed him back, holding him against the wall.
“Kook,” Jimin yelled.
Taehyung touched Jungkook’s arm. “Come on, let’s take a walk.”
Jungkook pulled his arm away and re-adjusted his clothes. He glanced at his friends before shifting his gaze to Yoongi. Jungkook glared venomously at the man before turning on his heel and walking off.
“Jungkook!” Taehyung called as the Jungkook walked faster.
Jimin hesitated looking back at where his friends had gone. He turned slowly to Yoongi who stared back at him.
“Jimin...” Yoongi started.
“I’m… I just can’t right now.”
The words fell from Jimin’s lips as he cast his eyes downward and turned away. He followed after Taehyung, disappearing into the crowd as the pair rushed after Jungkook. With each step, Jimin’s anger bubbled like boiling water threatening to spill out of a pot. Jimin caught up to the two as Jungkook walked out the door and sprinted down the steps. Jaw clenched in fury, Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s arm and spun him around.
“What the fuck is your problem Kook?”
“I’m going to get the car.” Taehyung announced before leaving the two on their own.
Jimin forced Jungkook to look at him when the younger man turned away.
“You want to tell me what the fuck that was all that about just now?” Jimin asked once again.
Jungkook shrugged and looked away. Jimin waited, staring at his friend until he realized that the younger man wasn’t going to give him an answer. Jimin released Jungkook with a snort before shaking his head in disbelief.
“Fuck it. Do you Jungkook.”
Annoyed, Jimin left Jungkook where he stood and walked up to Taehyung.
Jimin said. “Just drop me back home Tae. I’m not all that hungry.”
“You sure?” Taehyung asked.
“Yep.” Jimin answered in a clipped tone.
Taehyung opened his mouth, then closed it just as Jungkook joined them. Without another word the brunette passed the car attendant their ticket and the three of them waited for their car to come around.
Jungkook stood on one side while Jimin moved to stand on the opposite side of Taehyung. As their car pulled around and then attended handed off the keys to Taehyung, Jimin climbed into the backseat without a word.
The car ride home seemed longer on the way back to the house. Even the music playing in the background couldn’t lessen the tension that filled the car like a thick fog.
Taehyung sighed to himself the moment he pulled his car in front of their apartment building. Jimin waited until the car rolled to a stop before opening the door.
“Hyung,” Taehyung called. “You want anything? I can bring you back something.”
“Don’t matter Tae.” Jimin replied to no one in particular.
Taehyung had been far better picking up the subtle undertones of Jimin’s words. Jungkook had a largest appetite between the three of them and Taehyung knew Jimin would eat anything he brought back, if he decided to eat. It was Taehyung’s decision if he wanted to spend the extra money. The food would eventually be eaten as leftovers by either Taehyung or Jungkook if Jimin didn’t touch it.
“See you when you get back,” Jimin continued.
Jimin closed the door behind him and made his way through the front doors and inside the elevator. After pushing the button for their floor, Jimin crossed his arms in front of him and leaned against the nearest wall. The metallic surface wall felt cold beneath his warm skin and he found it a welcome reprieve from the anger still swelling inside him. He rubbed his palm over his forehead, trying to push away tonight’s events from the forefront of his mind. A soft ding sounded above his head and Jimin straightened up as the elevator doors flew open.
Jimin fished out his keys, entered the apartment and got straight into his bathroom. He pulled his shirt up and over his head and hurled the crumpled shirt into his room like a used abandoned rag. Jimin placed his hands on the sink and leaned forward as he dropped his head. He then turned on the faucet and splashed his face with water. Droplets of water dripped off his chin as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Jimin stripped and showered before entering his room and locking the door behind him. He turned on the closest desk lamp, wanting the others to believe that he had merely fallen asleep with his light on. Jimin placed his headphones in his ear as he grabbed his phone. He stretched out on his bed, his back against the headboard.
He opened up his phone, thumbing through his playlist of songs, trying to find something to lift his mood. Hours passed as Jimin jumped app to app, trying to keep himself distracted as long as possible. An alert sounded in his ears and a message appeared on his screen. Hesitantly, he swiped left and pressed open, bringing up the text messenger.
Yoongi-hyung: Call me or text
Yoongi-hyung: please
Jimin chewed the bottom of his lip and thought back to when the two of them were on the balcony. He remembered the feeling of the other’s lips brushing against his own, the heat and excitement that filled his chest as Yoongi’s drew closer. Jihye quickly came to the forefront of his mind. He could still hear her snide comments whispering in his ear.
A low growl from his stomach broke his thoughts. Jimin mulled over rolling over and going to bed. Another growl rumbled followed by a small pain. Jimin pulled out his headphones and looked at the crack beneath his door. He could see no light from the other side. He closed his eyes, ignoring the hunger pains calling out for his attention and listened for any sounds of life coming throughout the house. Not wanting to ignore his stomach any longer, Jimin tossed his headphones onto the bed and exited his room.
The overhead light above the stove was on, barely illuminating the room as he drew closer. He stopped at the edge of the hallway as he looked into the kitchen. Jungkook sat on the island, arms propped up on the table and his head on his hand. A cereal box beside him as he pushed food around with his spoon.
Jimin steeled himself as he entered the kitchen. Jungkook sat up straighter, dropping his spoon in his bowl. The clock ticked quietly in the background, the seconds passing in a rhythmic beat. Jimin turned his attention back to the fridge, making his way over and grabbing one of the yogurt drinks from off the shelves.
He kept his eyes on the container in his hand, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s wrist, stopping him from going any further. Jimin looked up at the sky and fought the urge to look at his friend.
“Say something,” Jungkook begged, his voice barely reaching above a whisper.
“You’re the one that doesn’t want to talk to me Kook.”
“I’m sorry about tonight. Really, I mean it.”
Jimin placed the yogurt down on the counter. He crossed his arms and leaned against the island counter.
“What happened tonight Kook? This wasn’t like you.”
“I know. I know. Tae-hyung already gave me an earful in the car. I tried knocking on your door to apologize.
“I didn’t hear.”
“Yeah, figured as much.”
Jungkook dropped his head as he scratched the back of his neck. Jimin placed his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and rubbed it gently.
“Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?”
“I don’t think… you should get too close to him.”
“You don’t think I should get close to him.” Jimin repeated then sighed when he didn’t get a reply. “What do you mean?”
Jungkook turned to him. Jimin could see the gears in Jungkook’s head turning, trying to figure out what to say next.
“He’s not the best guy to hang around with. He’s got a reputation of playing people.”
“I can take care of myself,” Jimin retorted.
“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying this as a friend, be careful around him. He leaves nothing but trouble with people he’s involved with.”
“Kook, I think you’re putting meaning behind something that isn’t there. Yoongi… he’s just a really good hyung. That’s it.”
“I hope so,” Jungkook said as he pushed himself off the wall. “People get hurt when they’re around him too long.”
***
Jimin shifted in his seat as he eyed the time on this phone. He had long since put up his laptop, counting down the seconds until the professor released the class. Jimin had intentionally arrived late that morning to class, opting to wait until the last second and being forced to sit closer to the front. Despite his assurances to Jungkook, Jimin couldn’t bring himself to reply to the older man all weekend. A pang of guilt hit him every time he glanced at the unanswered message. Jimin stopped himself from looking back, not wanting to meet Yoongi’s gaze and felt that guilt once more.
The sound of desks being pushed to the side brought Jimin’s attention back to the room and quickly he rose from his seat and shuffled down the steps.
“Jimin,” Yoongi called putting behind him.
No sooner had Jimin walked out the door, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Unable to ignore him any longer, Jimin turned around and faced the man.
“I texted you over the weekend,” Yoongi started.
“Sorry. Got busy with stuff.”
“With stuff. Okay Jimin.” Yoongi replied and adjusted the backpack on his shoulder. “I came to apologize but I guess that was wishful thinking on my part and I shouldn’t have bothered.”
“I’m sorry… what?”
“I can’t talk to someone who doesn’t want to talk to me, Jimin. I’m sorry about what Jihye did to you at the party.”
Jimin lifted his head and looked in Yoongi’s eyes. He mulled over his own words, wondering, pushing back the anxiety that started to plague him.
“Alright,” Jimin said ending the silence between them.
“Nothing else to say?” Yoongi looked at him skeptically. “That’s it? Just an alright?”
Jimin sighed as dug his hands into his pockets. “What do you want me to say?”
“If you got something on your chest, then just say it.”
“What am I supposed to say hyung? Your girlfriend got me suspended from my job.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Yoongi hissed.
Jimin flinched at the dark look on Yoongi’s face.
“This is why you asked if you could pay me back later, isn’t it? ‘Cause of whatever she did?”
“…Yeah” Jimin shifted from one foot to the next. “She and whatever little friend of hers went above my boss.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Seriously. She tried to get me fired with some bullshit story about shit I didn’t even do. I mean she told you all about it right so you probably know all this anyway.”
“I don’t listen to half the shit she says. I really didn’t know she was talking about you.”
“It’s cool.” Jimin shrugged. “Whatever.”
“Look, you don’t have to pay me back Jimin.” Yoongi looked at the younger man. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
Jimin nodded as he rubbed the back of his head as his eyes drifted downward.
“Do you want to stop being study partners?” Yoongi asked suddenly as he looked into the younger man’s eyes.
Jimin jerked his head up and stared at the older man. He couldn’t hide how taken aback he was at Yoongi’s words.
“Oppa!”
The familiar shrilled voice made Jimin’s muscles tense. He stood still peering over the older man’s shoulder. Jihye strutted down the hall and over to them. Jimin took a step back when she stepped in front of him and turned to Yoongi.
“I need to talk to you.”
Jimin kept his mouth shut as he watched the other two. Jihye narrowed her eyes and grabbed the platinum blonde’s arm. Yoongi whipped his head to the side as Jihye pulled the older man to face her.
“Yoongi oppa.” Jihye tucked her hair behind her ear.
Yoongi gritted his teeth and eyed her. “Do you not see me having a conversation with someone.”
“That requires two people’s lips to be moving,” Jihye gave Jimin a once over then turned her attention back to Yoongi, “not one.”
“You know, I think maybe we shouldn’t,” Jimin said in a low tone as he tore his eyes away.
Yoongi’s eyes followed the younger man’s as he adjusted his backpack and walked away.
“Jimin.”
Jimin kept his eyes in front of him as he continued down the hallway and out the door. His eyes quickly adjusted to the piercing gleam of the sun’s rays and he shuffled down the steps of the building. Jimin stuffed his hands in his pockets as he made his way down to the curb.
“Jimin! Jimin wait!”
Jimin turned around to find Yoongi jogging over to him. He stared at the older man in confusion and leaned back on his heel in wariness. The blonde stopped and folded his arms across his chest as the older man approached him.
“Jimin just finish hearing me out.”
“Min Yoongi-ssi I don’t think-”
Yoongi face hardened at the way the younger man said his name. He and held up his hand before Jimin could finish his sentence.
“I meant what I said, all of it.” Yoongi sighed. “But I would be lying if I didn’t admit that Jihye and I have history.”
Jimin dropped his shoulders and pressed his lips together. “So she is your girlfriend.”
“No.” Yoongi said sternly. “No she’s not my girlfriend. Wasn’t even dating.”
“You were still fucking around with her,” Jimin said more soft spoken than he would have liked.
“I was still fucking around with her.” Yoongi nodded. “I’m done with her and her crazy ass.”
Jimin fell silent at Yoongi’s words. There was still a sense of doubt poking at him, trying to find fault in the sincerity of Yoongi’s words. Jimin wasn’t sure who needed more convincing though, Yoongi or himself.
“Alright.” Jimin replied slowly. “Alright Yoongi-hyung.”
“I meant what I said earlier too.”
“I believe you hyung.” Jimin smiled a little, releasing the tension in his body. “We’re cool.”
“Cool. How about we get lunch,” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile as he threw an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, “I’ll pay.”