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The problem is, Yoongi is not a college house party kind of person.
It’s not like he actually dislikes parties. He doesn’t. He loves little parties (gatherings) with his friends. He likes to drink with them, to eat trashy wood, play silly games, and sing bad karaoke with them.
Surrounded by his friends, Yoongi is by no means a quiet or shy person.
But right now, in this very instance, he really wishes he wasn’t here.
There are at least over a billion people in this one apartment, someone threw 50% of the alcohol in all of South Korea in one bowl with some orange juice and called ‘special sangria’, and he’s pretty sure someone just vomited out of the window.
Yoongi hoped that Namjoon would at least suffer along with him, but his best friend turned out to be a backstabbing son of a Judas because he took off as soon a certain person from the school’s fencing team (Jackson fucking Wang) waltzed along. Namjoon is a weak person. He’s weak and a horrible friend who would leave Yoongi alone, leaning by a wall in the big living room.
At least he has beer, Yoongi muses, and the music isn’t half bad. Small victories.
He’s already debating just how angry Hoseok would be with him for secretly taking off, when there’s suddenly a guy right in his space and Yoongi tries to lean further back, but he’s already standing by a damn wall, the is no further back and the dude is Right There.
“Dude,” the stranger says and Yoongi crosses his eyes and reaches out to push him back just a little bit.
Yoongi shouldn’t have done that. Before he wasn’t able to really take a good look at him, but now he can see him in all his glory.
And glorious he is, if Yoongi’s extraordinary gay opinion is anything to go by.
He’s literally the personification of the annoying Tall and Handsome trope you’d see as the second lead in dramas that Yoongi definitely doesn’t binge watch. His face is a little too perfect, his eyes big, just like his neck (which is a weird thing to notice but okay) and he is literally decked in way too expensive clothes. Too expensive for a college student anyway.
He’s literally wearing Gucci. What the fuck.
“Dude,” he repeats and Yoongi frowns. His dick may say yes, but his brain does not.
“Can you like? Get out of my space?” Yoongi says loud enough over the music, trying to let his eyebrows show just how annoyed he is by this whole interaction.
“You have to kiss me,” Gucci Stranger says and okay. Okay what.
“What.”
“You have to kiss me right now immediately. This is death or life. Please.”
Yoongi stares at him and he wonders just how much this guy had to drink. He doesn’t look that drunk, but that means nothing.
“No.”
Gucci Stranger, however, seems determined to sexually harass him. “Please. Dude-“
“Okay, this is definitely not happening if you keep calling me ‘dude’ just saying.”
“Sunshine, please kiss me.”
“Sunshine-“
“My ex just walked in. My ex that blew me off on my birthday in front of my friends and he tried to ask me out again and I made a big show about how I have this new guy, who had a gigantic cock and worships the ground I walk on. I don’t have a guy. He is here. Please kiss me.”
Yoongi stares at him, his head not quite catching up onto the load of information he just received from a fucking stranger. But he did catch one thing.
“He broke up with you on your birthday?”
Gucci nods and even – of all things – pouts. Yoongi’s stone cold heart is a bit moved. He’s kind of cute. Yoongi likes cute things. Shit.
“Yeah, on my birthday party.”
“What the fuck—“
“I know!”
Yoongi hesitates, glancing around the masses of people as if he could instinctively pick out that douchebag who would ever do something like. Especially to someone who looks like that. Yoongi fully expects to find nothing, but there really is a guy staring right at them.
Yoongi looks back to Gucci who is still half pouting, half throwing award-winning puppy eyes.
“What’s your name?”
Gucci looks confused for a second. “I, uh, Taehyung. Why?”
“Hi, Taehyung. I’m Yoongi and I don’t kiss nameless people,” Yoongi answers and he is shocked by how smooth that sounded. He usually is not that smooth. He is usually socially awkward and drops a word fart and escapes the situation, determined to never see that person again.
But Taehyung is so pretty, Yoongi was bored anyway, and Taehyung’s ex is an asshole.
So he uses the hand he still has on Taehyung’s chest to keep him at bay before to instead grab him by his fancyass expensive shirt and Yoongi pulls him down and smashes their lips together.
The first thing he thinks is that Taehyung even smells expensive. The second thing this is how much Yoongi loves it to be caged by big boys against walls.
Yoongi likes his men big. Sue him.
Taehyung is very enthusiastic, right of the get-go. He moves his lips gently over Yoongi’s (and his lip taste like strawberry and Yoongi is pretty sure Taehyung is wearing some kind of lip balm or gloss which tastes really good), lightly sucking onto Yoongi’s lower lip before even nibbling at it and Yoongi wonders if they should have set some kind of boundaries. Like, how much tongue? Any touching? How long are they going to do this?
Because right now there definitely is a tongue in his mouth and Yoongi is most definitely squeezing Taehyung’s chest (because, not only does Yoongi like big boys, he likes tits too) and he isn’t entirely sure how long they have been doing this, but Yoongi feels a bit dizzy and he thinks that’s due to the lack of oxygen.
They part and both breathe heavily, still staying close, and Taehyung presses his forehead against Yoongi’s, his arms still caging Yoongi between himself and the wall.
Yoongi stares up at him and this is most definitely the wildest thing Yoongi has done yet. (Which just shows how boring his life actually is. Rest in pieces.)
Taehyung moves one arm down and pulls at his collar and the trademark red snake catches Yoongi’s attention again.
“Why the hell are you wearing Gucci at a college party,” he blurts out and it seems to have pulled Taehyung out of some kind of trance, who blinks several time in confusion before answering.
“I, uh, love Gucci?”
Yoongi stares at him. “Yeah, and I like Rolex, but that doesn’t mean I can afford to like it.”
Taehyung suddenly grins and he leans down for a moment to peck Yoongi’s lips and Yoongi pretends he didn’t wine a bit when Taehyung pulled back right away. He hovers close and moves his head to Yoongi’s ear. “My parents have so much money, I can afford to like anything I want.”
He pulls back to grin down at Yoongi and fuck. Yoongi is a little hard and he hates it.
“That has got to be the most obnoxious and also hottest thing I have ever heard.”
Taehyung’s grin widens and he looks so unbelievably cute, Yoongi wants to punch something. Maybe himself. Most likely himself.
“Wanna make out more?” Taehyung proposes and Yoongi rolls his eyes before pulling Taehyung back against him.
He’s a bit angry, but mainly turned on. It’s a confusing boner. Yoongi wonders for a moment where his beer went, but does it really matter when he is kissing a rich, gorgeous boy with an adorable smile? No, it doesn’t.
Yoongi does secretly leave the party early, but he leaves it in a fucking black Maserati, so who’s the real winner here?