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Taehyung should really know better by now. He really, really should.
After all rule #32 on Taehyung’s list of what to do and what not to do at college is to never ever, under any circumstances, go to a party with Park Jimin when Min Yoongi would also be there.
“I can’t believe he abandoned me,” Taehyung whines, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “This is the third time this semester!”
“You wouldn’t leave me, right?” Taehyung asks the passed out guy who is drooling on the couch. Taehyung has been ranting to him for the past five minutes. It definitely wasn't his proudest moment.
He sighs when the guy obviously doesn't answer, “I need some air.”
Taehyung stands, pointing to the passed out dude, “Don't let anyone steal my spot, yeah? Yeah.”
He makes his way upstairs, already having the layout of Hoseok’s house memorized. Technically party goers aren't supposed to go upstairs, Hobi put out a doggy gate and everything, but Taehyung thinks he would make an exception for his favorite dongsaeng. Because he is Hoseok’s favorite, no matter what Jimin says.
Taehyung has to stand up on his tippy toes to reach the key that Hoseok has stored on the top of his door frame, quickly unlocking the door and relocking it behind him.
Taehyung has been in Hoseok’s room multiple times, it’s usually where he ends up after he gets shitfaced drunk or when he stays up for days at a time working on a painting and can’t remember the code to his apartment.
He makes his way to the balcony overlooking the backyard and the pool. Hoseok is still in his senior year of college, but he’s rich as fuck. He has traveled all around the world for his dancing, going places like France and America. He’s regarded as one of the best dancers of the modern world so his house is huge. It practically screams money and the best parties in Korea are thrown here.
Right now Taehyung has never been more grateful for his huge ass house. He can practically see all the tension leaving his body when he steps outside onto the, rather large, balcony.
Taehyung places his elbows on the shiny white railing as he watches some girl in a miniskirt, a foreign exchange student with curly blonde hair, attempt to walk across the bridge of rafts she made in the pool. He giggles to himself when she falls in.
His moment of tranquility is ruined seconds later by a shout from below.
“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet!”
Taehyung freezes for a second, “What the fuck?”
He looks down from his place on the balcony to see some guy in the ugliest shirt he has ever seen dramatically clutching his chest and grinning up at him. He seemed to have gathered an audience with his dramatic reenactment of the famous balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet.
He is pretty cute though, ugly shirt aside.
Perhaps Taehyung should entertain cute ugly shirt man.
“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” Taehyung yells back. He didn't know it was possible, but ugly shirt man’s smile grows even wider.
“'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor uh something else...blah blah blah.” Ugly shirt guy stumbles over the next lines, not having them memorized and obviously not expecting Taehyung to play along. He mumbles under his breath before giving up and skipping to the part he remembers. “What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd...uhhhh. Fuck.”
Taehyung snorts unattractively before continuing on where cute ugly shirt guy left off, “Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee. Take all myself.”
“Right that…” he grins up at Taehyung for a couple of seconds before loudly declaring, “Stay there I'm coming up!”
“Wait, what, no,” Taehyung’s protests go unheard as ugly shirt guy rushes inside the house.
Shit, no. Taehyung can’t meet cute ugly shirt guy like this, when he’s all sweaty from the crowd downstairs and he’s 98% sure that the passed out guy on the couch drooled on his pants.
Taehyung rushes into the bathroom that is connected to Hoseok’s bedroom and looks in the mirror, making a desperate last minute attempt to fix his hair before he hears rapid knocking at the door.
“Shit,” He curses as he rushes over to the door, pulling on the handle for a good two seconds before remembering he locked it. Taehyung unlocks it and throws open the door to be met with a out of breath, hot, ugly shirt guy on the other side. Who is still stupidly grinning.
Hot ugly shirt guy looks him up and down, the alcohol that was undoubtedly flowing through his veins diminishing whatever morals that would have once held him back from unabashedly checking Taehyung out.
“Does thou know how hot thou looks in those leather pants?” He says with a smirk, attempting to lean against the doorway. He misses said doorway and falls on his ass.
Taehyung rushes forward to help him, “Oh my god, you're drunk aren't you? Of course you are, no one would willingly reenact Romeo and Juliet sober.”
Ugly shirt guy groans, accepting the hand Taehyung holds out for him, “You willingly reenacted Romeo and Juliet sober.”
“I’m a double theater major, I don’t count.” Taehyung says laughing, because this whole situation is a million different kinds of ridiculous and for some reason despite the horrible week he's had and Jimin abandoning him, Taehyung feels oddly at peace with this drunk stranger who has a tendency to yell up at random people on balconies.
“Double theater major? Sounds interesting, why don’t you tell me more. Preferably over coffee later this week. What do you say, Romeo?” He asks, leaning into Taehyung’s personal space.
Taehyung pushes him back, “Woah there ugly shirt guy, you're drunk. I’m pretty sure you wouldn't be asking me out right now if you were sober.”
He frowns, “My name is Jeongguk. And hey! Ugly shirt guy? I happen to like this shirt!” Jeongguk exclaims, once again dramatically clutching at his chest.
“Mine is Taehyung and you have shitty taste, Jeongguk,” Taehyung briefly thinks that he likes the way Jeongguk’s name feels rolling off of his tongue.
Jeongguk pouts at him, “Whatever, I still want that coffee date.”
How does Taehyung even manage to get himself into these types of situations? He really does try to live out his life as peacefully as possible, despite his Gucci addiction and tendency to lose valuable hours of sleep painting or running over lines for the millionth time that day. Yet somehow here he is. With his own real life, drunk, Romeo asking him out on a coffee date.
However, despite everything that has happened in the past 15 minutes, Taehyung really wants to go on a date with this guy.
“Ask me when you're sober, and I just might say yes,” Taehyung says quietly.
It's actually quite comically, just how fast Jeongguk’s face brightens up.
“Deal! I should sleep then, I shouldn’t keep my Romeo waiting for longer than he needs to.” Jeongguk throws a overly cheesy wink at Taehyung before walking (read: stumbling) over to Hoseok’s bed, and promptly passing out.
Taehyung sighs to himself for what must be the 50th time that night. He drags himself over to where Jeongguk lays on the bed, the eventful night he just had finally catching up to him. He lays down next to Jeongguk and is asleep before his head even hits the pillow.
***
Jeongguk wakes up slightly confused and very warm.
The heater in his apartment broke months ago? It was October? Why was he warm?
The events of the night before come rushing back to him and he lets out a horrified gasp, sitting up straight and already beginning to panic. He panics even more when Taehyung lets out a groan, rolling over in his sleep and lacing his arms around Jeongguk’s waist, but thankfully not waking up.
Jeongguk whips his phone out of his pocket as fast as he can without waking up Taehyung and immediately goes to Yoongi’s contact. Yoongi picks up right before it was about to go to voicemail, answering the phone with an affectionate, “What do you want asshole? I was sleeping.”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines into the phone, “you were supposed to watch me. You know how I get when I’m drunk, why didn’t you watch me?”
There is a moment of silence on the other line before Yoongi speaks up, “How bad was it this time?”
“I reenacted Romeo and Juliet with some pretty guy on a balcony and then proceeded to run up to said balcony and ask him out on a date.”
Yoongi hums on the end of the line, “Embarrassing, but not as bad as the time you put Jin’s sugar gliders in the Christmas tree.”
“Taehyung is still asleep, Hyung, and he’s still holding onto me. What do I do?” Jeongguk whines some more.
“Did you just say Taehyung? As in Kim Taehyung double theater and art major Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, sounding increasingly more amused as they continue their conversation.
“Um, yes, why?”
Yoongi laughs over the phone, yelling to someone in the room with him, “Jimin, Jimin, wake up. You gotta hear this.”
“Hm, what is it baby?” Jeongguk hears Jimin ask, he fights the urge to gag at the pet name. Just fuck buddies my ass, everyone knows that they’re gay for each other.
“Jeongguk reenacted Romeo and Juliet with Taehyung while drunk at the party last night,” Yoongi manages to tell him between bursts of laughter.
“Shit, really? That’s almost as embarrassing as the time he turned his phone on airplane mode, threw it off the roof, and then cried because it didn’t turn into an airplane.”
“You guys suck,” Jeongguk complains, pouting even though they can’t see him.
“Awe, don’t be mad Jeonggukie, I’m sure he won’t judge you that much. Tae once bought a shit ton of pineapples and cut them open screaming ‘spongebob I know you’re in there!’ when he was drunk.”
Jeongguk hears a gasp from beside him, “Park Jimin, you traitor! You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”
Jeongguk drops his phone in surprise, he didn’t even feel Taehyung waking and sitting up beside him.
Taehyung snatches his phone off of the bed where it landed, “I swear to god Chim, you better watch your fucking back because next time I see you I won’t hesitate to punch you in the dick. You abandoned me! Again! Min Yoongi’s ass better be real fucking good or else you’ve got another thing coming. Goodbye.”
Taehyung promptly hangs up the phone, muttering about the “fucking audacity” of Park Jimin.
Jeongguk watches the affair in one part amusement, two parts fear.
Taehyung seems to finally notice him after a few seconds, “Good morning, Romeo,” he says with a smirk.
Jeongguk face heats up and he know he’s blushing up to his ears even before Taehyung coos at him, pinching at his cheek and muttering, “Cute.”
“What are you blushing for, Romeo, it’s not like half of Seoul was at the party and saw you confessing your love to a random man on a balcony or anything.”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk whines, “I’m embarrassed enough as it is.”
“You sure do whine a lot, don’t you Romeo?” Taehyung asks with a grin. Jeongguk finds the square shape of it way too endearing considering he has only known him for all of 12 hours. It gets worse when the sun filtering through the floor to ceiling windows on the one wall hits Taehyung just right, making his blonde hair shine as though he’s glowing.
Jeongguk is already so, so whipped.
Somehow through his embarrassment Jeongguk finds the clarity of mind to say, “I hope that won’t be a problem when I take you out for coffee later.”
It’s Taehyung’s turn to be flustered, wringing his hands in an unusually act of shyness before answering, “No, I don’t think it will be a problem at all.”