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College was the time to find an excuse to celebrate every day of the week. Or at least it was that way for most college kids. Jungkook wasn’t one of those kids but he was however always up for a good time as long as he had what he needed done completed. It helped that he was in the college of his choice with a scholarship for his passion. Core classes had never been his strong suit but he could get by just fine, mainly due to his competitiveness, he was competitive against himself and he hated to fail. Striving to be the best he could be really had him going the extra mile and he didn’t really have any plans to change that. Jeon Jungkook was happy being him at this current span of time.
The sophomore had his ups and down, like any person did but for the moment he was in a good place. He had good friends, school was going well,family was content and he may or may not spend a little too much time staring at the adorable curly brown puppy in the window of the petshop on his way home from dance practice.
Park Jimin though, that hyung of his was always trying to get him into trouble. He looked so small, innocent and cute with those mochi cheeks of his but the boy was anything but. If Jungkook actually listened to his best friend nearly as much as the elder wanted then he’d never get any of his school work done. It must have been the fact that Jimin had a whole year of schooling behind him that Jungkook didn’t. He must be itching for something more, extra tired of all of the classes, essays that always are ten pages or more long now and timed exams that were never multiple choice. Jimin must be stressed but even so how did he manage to know about every single party in town? How did he find something to celebrate every weekend without fail. By weekend, he meant Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention the other days during the week, he was dragging Jungkook off to the beach just because he could.
It wasn’t a surprise that tonight, Jimin was tapping his black converse clad foot on the linoleum bathroom floor, running his fingers through his hair for the hundredth time.
“Jungkook, come on, let’s gooo. Your ass looks great in those jeans, stop fussing.”
A scoff could be heard from the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom and a few sprays of the perfume of the week.
“Hyung, look at yourself right now and then tell me that again.”
The younger rolled his eyes, as he swiped his keys and wallet from his unmade bed, sticking them into his pocket. He walked over to his nightstand grabbing his iphone off of the charger and shoving it into his front pocket making his way over to his impatient currently faded orange haired friend. He wondered when Jimin had gotten so into trying all these crazy colors on his hair. He wasn’t sure if it was a phase, cry for help or attention or just something fun to do. Jungkook had never dyed his hair, no highlights, nothing. He was au naturale, black silky locks, fringe side swept across his forehead and he didn’t really plan on changing that. He knew what looked good and planned to keep it.
Rapping his knuckles on the white trim of the door frame, Jungkook popped his head in and full out chuckled, Jimin was still running his fingers through his hair but with black sunglasses on and some expression that he supposed was to be sexy but just looked ridiculous.Snapping out of it immediately, Jimin looked over at Jungkook to pierce him with his eyes that were still hidden behind his glasses. Anything he wanted to say died in his throat as he took in the sight of the younger, ripped black painted on jeans paired with a casual but practically translucent white button up, that was tucked in the front but hang out in the back. The kid looked good.
“Finally!”
Jungkook laughed again before turning from the bathroom and heading towards the front of his apartment. Jimin took his time walking behind Jungkook and noticed how when he turned the shirt lifted just enough to give you a peek of his pert ass, nope, he was right, Jungkook looked good in those jeans. Being stealthy, the elder picked up his pace, winded up and smacked the younger harder on the ass before sauntering in front of him and walking out the front door ahead of his friend. The howl of pain, made the sting of Jimin’s hand so much sweeter.
As Jungkook caught back up with Jimin who seemed to be speed walking, which he didn’t know why. The bar was only a couple blocks away and it wasn’t even 11pm yet. They had plenty of time. Hanging his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, Jungkook broke into stride next to the shorter man.
“So, what’s the excuse, I mean celebration this time?”
“Nailing that waltz jump at the rink earlier this week.”
“I was just messing around and that’s like one of the easiest jumps Jimin.”
Jungkook was looking at him with incredulous eyes, and slowly shaking his head as the shorter man just shrugged.
“You nailed it, time to celebrate. We’re getting shots tonight, can’t pussy out this time.”
Zipping his mouth, Jungkook just nodded and went along with his hyung. It was always like this, he had some crazy idea for a celebration that really wasn’t a celebration but where was the younger. Right next to crazy Park Jimin and about to enjoy those shots he had completely evaded last time. Shots were… dangerous. They had knocked him on his ass before and he hadn’t wanted a repeat of that anytime soon.
Looks like he wasn’t going to escape tonight. The tone of voice in which his friend had said it made that more than clear. Jimin was not backing down, and he knew that his hyung didn’t like doing shots alone. He always whined that it wasn’t fun to be plastered if someone wasn’t just as plastered with him. It was only half the fun and there was no point. Jungkook couldn’t really disagree with that.
Jimin tucked his sunglasses into the front of his red button down with black futuristic machine parts littered among it as they approached the doors of the bar. It wasn’t anything special but it was a local spot that most of the college kids hung out in. An old faithful for Jimin and Jungkook. Oddly enough the two had found it when they were dating last year. Oh, the memories. Heh, they had gotten pretty familiar with the inside of that bathroom. The two had some good memories there, some pure and a many more that weren’t so pure.
The closeness and skinship that they had with each other was something leftover from their relationship. It wasn’t something they even thought about. Jimin had always been one to be a little touchy feely but now Jungkook reciprocated that on in a more frequent matter. If one wasn’t touching the other whether it was a hand on the shoulder, thigh or perhaps even playing with the others hair then they were at least standing close to each other. Neither could deny that they had a gravitational pull to the other. They also couldn’t deny that their relationship had turned into a giant flop, huge mess almost of the self-destructive kind.
Strolling in, they went straight to the bar, as if they would go anywhere else. Jungkook ordered two rum and coke’s to start but Jimin leaned over the bar and grinned at the pretty bartender who was showing way too much of her chest for extra tips,
“Two patron shots.”
The raven haired man’s head snapped so fast to the left he wasn’t sure how he was still standing there,
“Hyung, we just got here!”
Jimin just snickered and clapped a hand over Jungkook’s shoulder and squeezed.
“Exactly, go big or go home Jungkookie. You know all about that don’t you.” he licked his lips and the devilish gaze he gave the younger didn’t bypass the others notice. Fuck...he would have to mention that one time. Setting his jaw in a firm line, Jungkook nodded.
“Right, go big or go home. You enjoyed that.”
“Damn straight I did.”
Flustering Jimin failed, Jungkook was annoyed so he scoffed and looked away from his hyung who was chuckling once more. That was a secret between the two of them and one of their more rambunctious wild all consuming nights. Yep, Park Jimin knew much too much about Jungkook. He was stuck with him for life. Letting his eyes scan the crowd, he saw a few people from campus he knew of but weren’t really friends with, a couple trios of girls that were definitely on the prowl for free drinks and then a bunch of other unfamiliar faces. The music was loud, as it generally was but luckily this place was a no smoking establishment. God, Jungkook hated the smell of smoke. To the point that he refused to go into any bars that allowed it no matter how good the drinks were made.
Two shots and two glasses of rum and coke were sat down in front of the men. They reached for the patron at the same time. Raising their glasses up,
“This is only the beginning.”
Jungkook wanted to roll his eyes but he didn’t, he was in for a long night. Clinking the small shot glasses together they tapped them on the bartop and then downed the clear liquid. Setting them both on the bar, Jungkook tried not to grimace but Jimin pointed it out immediately. His hand was at the younger’s back rubbing comforting if not mocking circles. Jungkook jerked away from his hyung.
“Aww our Jungkookie hasn’t had patron in a while huh?” The sickeningly sweet tone only earned a glare from the younger.
“Shut up hyung, you know I’ve never cared for patron.” He waved the bartender over and pushed the glasses to her, raising two fingers indicating that they’d take two more. He may not care for patron but he wasn’t going to let Jimin mock him all night about it either.
“More? So soon? That’s my boy!” Raising a brow, Jungkook picked up his rum and cook and took a swig of it. He wasn’t sure that his best friend was going to survive the night if he continued to act this way.
It wasn’t long before the two had a couple shots in them, two full drinks and were on the dance floor killing it. By killing it, Jungkook meant that all eyes were on Jimin and himself as they grinded to some R&B song that his hyung had requested like an hour ago and were only just now hearing. Dancing with Jimin, well in this case he wasn’t sure just how much dancing they were doing but dancing with Jimin had always been one of his favorite things to do. The other knew how to match his movements, when to pull him closer, when to move away and he definitely knew how to let Jungkook grip his hips just so. Did he mention that Jimin was a good kisser? Because he was. Those plump lips of his just knew the right way to work and it wasn’t any surprise that they were working Jungkook’s lips right now. Tugging none to gently on Jimin’s bottom lip, he let go of it to take another sip of his rum and coke.
“Jimin-aahh, my drink’s almost empty, wha’s the next s-shot?” Jungkook’s words were beginning to slur but neither of them noticed and even if had they wouldn’t have cared. The warmth that spread throughout them from the alcohol felt just right and amount of laughter they had tonight topped all previous nights. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to go crazy with the shots every so often. Jungkook would need to rethink on this matter.
Patting Jungkook on the ass, he grabbed the younger's wrist and dragged him stumbling up to the bar for the next round. Neither had noticed that eyes had been following them for a good portion of the night. Neither had noticed that two people had made space for them at the bar.
“What’s next Jimin-ssi” They were becoming very friendly with the bartender who was still popping out of her top and if possible maybe even a bit more now than before.
“How about body shots?”
The suggestion came from a voice that was much deeper than either of the two but Jimin didn’t even blink an eye,
“Fuck yes! Tequila. Kookie, get on the bar.” Jungkook was still swaying to the music and had zoned out so when he heard his name he grew confused.
“What?”
“Ugh, I’ll do it.” Jimin immediately began unbuttoning his shirt, taking his sunglasses and placing them on the head of the person on the other side of him without even asking. It was an understatement to say that Park Jimin wasn’t intoxicated right now. Hopping up onto the bar, the voice that suggested body shots belonged to the person who helped clear the bar space for Jimin. Swinging his legs up onto the bar, Jimin laid down and the bartender was already preparing the tequila, salt and lime.
Coming back over, she placed the lim between Jimin’s teeth, sprinkled some salt around his belly button and placed the shot glass on top. All the while, Jungkook’s eyes just grew wider at his hyung.
“Shit…”
Was he doing this? Right now? Damn… the bartender was waiting, the man next to him with Jimin’s glasses and the shorter guy with him were looking. Shrugging more to himself than anyone else, Jungkook stepped up, leaning over he picked up the shot glass with his mouth and downed it, licked the salt around Jimin’s navel and then sucked on the lime from Jimin’s mouth.
Smiling as he pulled the lime out of his mouth, Jungkook grinned even wider. That was fun. Smacking Jimin’s thick thigh, he looked over at his hyung.
“My turn. Get up.”
Jimin giggled and did as he was told. Sliding off the bar, he grabbed his shirt from oddly the stranger to his left that was also wearing his sunglasses. He handed Jimin the shirt which he took and started to slip his arms into.
“Uh, thanks.”
“Taehyung.”
“Huh?”
“The names Taehyung. You’re welcome for holding your shit.”
Jimin’s cheeks always became pink much easier when he was drinking and now that he felt a little embarrassed over just dropping his clothes on some random person they were most definitely dusted pink. A boxy grin formed on the taller male’s face and it made Jimin relax. At least the guy wasn’t annoyed with him.
“Sorry, I didn’t even realize-”
“It’s alright, I just wish I had been the one to do take that shot instead of your b-”
“Best friend.” When did he become so quick? It must be the alcohol. Surely, that was the case and make complete sense in his mind right now. Jimin didn’t notice but this had the man sitting next to Taehyung raise a brow, intrigued by that statement. He even decided to speak,
“Friends grind on each other and make out on the dance floor?” The deep timbre of this new voice sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine. Turning his dark brown eyes onto the man sitting on the barstool, Jimin took in the sight of a face he felt was familiar but couldn’t quite place it. His brow furrowed as he tried to recall but nothing about this leather jacket clad man with black locks and an actually adorable button nose could jog his memory. The voice and his face didn’t seem to match. If Jimin just looked at his facial features he’d consider the man to be cute but when he took in the man’s overall look, well, he was kind of hot. Not as much as Taehyung but definitely attractive. Getting back to his sassy side, he nodded firmly,
“Best friends do.”
This drew out a warm chuckle from the man that didn’t have a name but soon those eyes were distracted, looking towards the bar. Jimin followed and saw the source, Jungkook had shed his own shirt and was sitting on the bar, looking at all of them expectantly. It always took Jimin a minute to appreciate his friends physique because while they both worked out and Jimin was quite ripped, very defined six pack, biceps, triceps, Jungkook was more toned. He had a tall, thin but not lanky build and he had abs, oh boy did he have abs and while they were defined it was more like sculpted artwork, not chiseled like Jimin. It was beautiful, they also happened to feel really nice underneath his fingertips. There were just some things, Jimin couldn’t forget from their semi-short relationship.
“Not waiting all night,” the one on the bar huffed, slightly annoyed that he wasn’t getting paid any attention especially by the one who had dragged him here in the first place. Before Jimin could speak, Taehyung piped up.
“Why don’t we let the one who suggested it go.” There was a gleam in his eye, that all three gentlemen noticed as well as the bartender who already had the next set of shots ready and waiting. Jimin felt a flare shoot up of annoyance, he didn’t want Taehyung taking a body shot off of his best friend. As for if that was due to him being protective or something else, it wasn’t something he could determine in his current cloudy state. Jungkook looked intrigued by the prospect and cocked his head to the side, at this point he just wanted someone over him. A dull sound of clapped leather in the loud room could barely be heard but the other man felt his friend’s hand on his shoulder.
“Go on.”
“Uh, Tae, you suggested this not me.” The dark haired man on the bar stool waved his hand around. Winking at his friend, Taehyung nudged him forward, somehow he was following and was standing.
“Nah, hyung.” Their eyes were having a private conversation right now and Jimin and Jungkook just looked on in fascination wondering if this was how the two of them appeared to others at times. The man licked his lips almost nervously and stepped forward,
“Well, uh, if you don’t mind?” Jungkook held his gaze
“Only if you’re willing to switch.” It was a challenge, how much of a challenge? That was up to your own opinion but there might have been a subtle undertone hiding in those words as well. Losing the awkwardness that Taehyung had spiraled the man into, he smirked.
“I’m always up for it.”
Taehyung could be heard giggling in the background and Jimin just watched with his mouth slightly ajar at the exchange, only to have a drink shoved into his hand a moment later. Looking down, he saw it was some sort of mixed concoction, bring his eyes back up he nodded at Taehyung as it was clear he had given it to him.
“I’m Jimin, thanks.” He raised his glass before taking a sip, he wasn’t sure what was in it but damn it tasted good. He’d have to be careful with this one. Who was he kidding? There was no being careful tonight. Taehyung moved closer to Jimin if only under the pretense that it was hard to hear in the loud bar and he needed to either talk louder or more closer.
“So, do you only dance like that with your best friend?”
The pink dusted Jimin’s cheeks once more, biting his lips, he weighed the pros and cons for about half a second. Grabbing the other’s hand he pulled him back to the makeshift dance floor and may have wiggled his ass just a few more times than he normally would. It never hurt to get free drinks and be hit on by handsome men. At least he didn’t think so.
The rest of the night was going by in a blur,
Shot.
Shot.
Shot.
Shot.
Shot.
And did we say, shot? They had so many that they couldn’t even count anymore. Jimin became a professional at Pool and he’d never even played before. Definitely was the master. Jungkook finally lost at something and oooh boy did he gloat and he would definitely gloat the next morning. The four of them ended up closing down the bar. The female bartender, Sheila, had to walk them outside and warned them multiple times to be careful. Even she had to admit that she needed to cut them off much sooner but it was a little hard because they were overall just having a good time. Maybe a little wild here and there but hey, sometimes the bartenders needed some good entertainment and they always enjoyed free shots as well.
Stumbling home, sliding along walls, stuffing their faces with ramen in a single pot and passing out probably wasn’t something they would remember the next morning.
Who was stupid?
Jeon Jungkook was stupid.
Why the fuck were his blinds raised? Bright sunlight was streaming through the entire window down upon him and it was relentless. Stuffing his pillow over his head did nothing, it also didn’t help that his bladder was so full that it actually hurt right now. The only thing he didn’t want to get rid of was this warmth that was all around him. Groaning as he threw the pillow onto the floor, he slowly cracked open an eye only to shut it right away. Moving his leg, he felt it tangled with another. Slowly his sleepy, muddled mind was catching up with him and he realized that his arm was thrown over a rather firm chest and he was nuzzled into,
“what the fuck?”
Jimin’s armpit. Ew, no wonder his body was ready to wake up. Jimin was great and all but last night was wild and he did not smell the greatest right now. Letting out a sigh, Jungkook removed himself from Jimin and rolled onto his back. It was then that he also realized, he felt very, very free right now. Nothing was restricting him, not even loosely. Sliding a hand under his covers he placed his hand over this thigh, hipbone and oh, yep, yes, he was completely nude. Opening his eyes again he looked over at Jimin and underneath the covers.
Aw, shit. Shit. Shit.
What did they even do last night? He was groaning louder and this time roused his bedmate from his sleep. Rolling over onto this side, orange hair invaded Jungkook’s space and nostrils, tickling him. An arm wrapped around him,
“Mm, yo’rwarm.” The words mumbled together and Jungkook just through an arm over his eyes.
“Jimin, you’re naked getoff me.”
“Like we haven’t been b’fore” Jimin squeezed Jungkook tighter only to giggle when he received a smack to thigh. How in the world could Jimin still be a morning person after last night. God, Jungkook felt like shit. Just rolling over had caused him to feel like the room was spinning, this mouth was so dry that it was legit cotton balls and he was sure that his lips might even be cracked. His stomach was rolling in ways that he really didn’t want to think about because that only meant something was going to come out from one end and neither seemed appealing.
“Hyung!” He whined, and Jimin only laughed some more before pressing his lips against the other's neck.
“Shh, I’m not your lover boy. He’d love to hear you whine.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened and he raised his head in a poor attempt to look at Jimin. There was no way to see the man who was nuzzled into his neck from this angle. He poked the elder.
“Lover..boy?”
He couldn’t hear the giggles but he could feel Jimin’s body shaking against his. This only made him even more curious. What the hell did he do last night. He tried to think about everything that had occurred and he remembered what he thought was a good portion of the night. He remembered getting ready, Jimin playing with his hair five million times, getting to the bar and starting with shots, never a good idea, though it was in the moment. He remembered dancing, oh… making out with Jimin while dancing. Good job Jeon Jungkook. He didn’t really care that much but it was a path they both decided not to take so, oops. Still, Jimin was a good kisser. Can’t be too mad about having a good time. Body shots, yeah those were fun. Who was that guy? He was hot as fuck. More shaking and giggling broke him out of his reverie. Poking the elder harder,
“What Jimin? What happened?!” There was a bit of desperation in his voice because he was tired of the secret that was apparently present as well as the fact that his memory was splotchy. He remembered the walk home but he was having trouble with in between that, even getting into bed he actually didn’t remember.
“Oh come on, you can’t tell me you don’t remember sucking face on the pool table right? Jesus, Jungkook, Taehyung and I thought you were both just going to fuck right there.”
Jimin had propped up on one of his elbows now and was staring down at the younger male. His hair was like a birds nest but so was Jungkook’s, their locks turned up every which way and might actually hurt a little when they run a comb through it. Jimin’s makeup was smudged, he always wore eyeliner when they went out. The seriousness and incredulous gaze Jungkook was receiving scared him a little. Did he really do that?
“M-me?”
It had actually always been one of his fantasies but he never would… In public… No, no way. A chubby finger jabbed into his chest three times.
“Yes, you. Jeon Jungkook.”
“Shit…Fuck, fuck…W-why did you let me do that?!”
That tinkling laughter was back and Jimin curled up into his side once more. Jungkook was able to adjust his arm this time and now it wasn’t pressed to his side but wrapped around the older male. So much for not wanting to cuddle naked with Jimin. He couldn’t even be bothered to deal with that now. A lazy finger ran the line of his abs and he was glad he wasn’t ticklish or he’d be in a laughing fit right about now.
“I’m not your mom dumbass. You were having fun. It was harmless and maybe I was a wee bit distracted myself.”
“Did you just say a wee bit?”
Jimin’s shoulders shrugged,
“So you just let me make out with a random guy?”
“Stop being such a girl, it wasn’t like you hadn’t already let him lick up your entire chest with that body shot.”
He could feel the heat fill his cheeks and ears. This was too much. He didn’t want to know anymore. He had way too much to drink last night, that was for sure. Shoving Jimin off of him, he scrambled out of the bed and almost tripped over his own pants from last night that were crumpled on the floor. If he could go an hour without hearing his best friend’s laughter that would be music to his ears right now.
“Where are you going Kookie? I need my heater, it’s cold.”
“Shut the fuck up Jimin, use the blanket.” More laughter rang through the air, this time it was more of a snicker. A small cold hand gripped his wrist and pulled him back into the bed. With his back to his hyung, Jimin set his chin on the other’s shoulder tilting his lips towards Jungkook’s jaw.
“Aww, we can always have a go to makeup for how unfortunate last night ended?” Warm breath trailed along his jaw as Jimin spoke seductively to Jungkook. They didn’t really talk with each other like this anymore but it also wasn’t like them to wind up in bed naked together anymore either. Even if their relationship had changed the two still crossed subtle lines here and there and they probably always would to an extent.
Gripping the sheet beside him tighter, Jungkook’s teeth bit down onto his bottom lip and he closed his eyes before shaking his head and standing up again, rushing to escape.
“You’re such a dick.”
“Hey, you love my dick.” More of that incessant laughter. Jimin rolled over onto his back in the bed and watched as Jungkook made his way over to his dresser for a shirt and boxers, then made his way to the bathroom that was joined to his bedroom. It was obvious that now he was being annoyed but he could still appreciate the other. Jungkook had always been very attractive, clothes, no clothes it didn’t make a difference.
“Aw, com’ on Kookie, I’m just teasing you. Wellyouknowyoudo but…” He mumbled and trailed off but Jungkook was still ignoring him. Picking up a pillow, Jimin threw it and hit the other on the hip. Jungkook looked over at him and Jimin could see that the tips of his ears were red. Poor thing was actually embarrassed.
“You didn’t deny it.”
“Ugh! Hyung, you’re insufferable!”
“Dude, such big words in the morning?!” Shaking his head, Jungkook pushed the bathroom door shut with his foot but it didn’t close all the way. Turning on the water, he let it heat up some before stepping in. All was quiet and he hoped that it would stay that way. God, Jimin could be such a jerk sometimes. When he got riled like that it was hard to get him to stop. Jungkook knew that Jimin loved about him, probably more that almost anyone he knew besides his older brother and parents and he loved Jimin too. There was no question about that. He couldn’t image a life without him in it and he was pretty sure that his hyung felt the same way. That however didn’t mean that Jimin didn’t get to him. He could get to him better than anyone else since he knew all the right buttons to push.
Right now, he just wanted to forget about last night. Nothing good could come from it besides him becoming more embarrassed about whatever public indecency he caused. Standing in front of the toilet, he finally let his bladder feel some relief, his mouth hung open slightly, head tilted back, eyes closed enjoying not only the momentary warmth because his apartment was fucking freezing for some reason. This was one of the best feelings.
“Jungkook-ah, lover boy just text you.”
His eyes snapped open and he looked towards the door that was almost closed.
“You’re fucking shitting me.”
Tinkling laughter, Jungkook was going to kill him later.
“Cross my heart, Kookie.”
Finishing up as fast as he could, Jungkook ran back out into his room dived on the bed and snatched his phone out of Jimin’s hand.
“Oh my god! You were going to reply to him!” He stared daggers at his best friend who was pretending to be innocent with the blankets all tucked around him and his chin resting on his knees, an angel’s smile on his lips.
Jungkook stood up turning on his heel and stomped into the bathroom this time, shutting and locking the door. Setting the phone on the counter of the sink, he left the message open on the screen and finally got into the shower so he could plot all the ways he was going to kill Park Jimin.
Hottie at 9oclock:
12:47 pm: Hey, how are ya feeling?
12:48 pm: Oh, yeah, um this is Yoongi from last night.