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"I can't believe you thought this would be a good idea," Jimin yells over the loud music, trying (and failing) to loosen Taehyung's iron grip on his arm.
"Shut, Chim, I look hot as fuck, and so do you?"
His best friend pokes his cheek. "That sounded like a question. And you can't even see me."
Taehyung giggles, blinking against the silk of the black blindfold that is currently obstructing his vision. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a good idea to dress up as 9S to Hoseok's annual Halloween party, but then again, he has always dressed as his current favourite digital character. Besides, Jimin is dressed up as a fucking angel, and Taehyung had thought he should go all out for the sake of his best friend, who is currently clad in a plain white shirt and black leather pants, with feathery white wings and a halo on a headband as his costume.
("Jimbles, I thought angels wear dresses," Taehyung eyes Jimin's thighs, very noticeable in his leather pants.
"Yeah shut up you, I forgot about the party,"
"Because you were stalking Yoongi hyung's insta?"
"Ah shit, Tae! You made me like a post from 82 weeks ago!")
Jimin stops abruptly then, and Taehyung bumps into the other's fake wings.
"Jim, what's wrong?"
"Yoongi hyung is here!" Jimin hisses into Taehyung's ear.
"Yoongi hyung?" and Taehyung does the first thing that comes to mind; he waves wildly.
"Tae, holy shit, don't! Fuck, he saw us, he's coming this way,"
One moment, Taehyung is holding tightly onto Jimin's forearm, the next, he's grasping at thin air.
"The fuck?" he sputters, swinging his hand around until he finds an arm again. "Chim, where'd you go? You know I can't see," he yells, pouting for good measure.
No reply. Taehyung frowns, and squeezes the forearm. It's a bit more defined than Jimin's, and Taehyung realises, with growing horror, that he's holding on to a complete stranger.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Let me get this stupid thing off my face," he wrestles the blindfold off and (thankfully) meets the eyes of a boy around his age. A handsome boy around his age, whose mouth is currently agape.
"Wow, you're so hot, I mean, I'm so sorry?" Taehyung internally curses the absence of his brain-to-mouth filter.
"No problem? Thanks?" The black-haired boy looks confused now.
"Uh, nice to meet you! I'm Kim Taehyung."
The other smiles, showing bunny teeth. "I'm Jeon Jungkook."
Taehyung nods, then nods some more. The drinks from pres are settling in his stomach, and he sways a bit, in time to the thumping bass of the music. Jungkook stands there awkwardly, like he doesn't know if he should excuse himself or stay with the slightly tipsy Taehyung.
"Karasuno?" Taehyung asks, noticing that Jungkook is wearing the iconic volleyball uniform.
"Yeah, I like Haikyuu, and apparently I look like Kageyama."
Taehyung gasps and exclaims, "You do!"
"You're 9S, right? Do you play?"
"Finished it yesterday," Taehyung replies proudly. "I started playing Overwatch this morning."
"Add me, I'm on it 24/7," Jungkook smiles, and Taehyung tries not to stare at the crinkles that form around the other's eyes. "What's your number?"
As they exchange numbers, someone bumps into Taehyung, sending his phone flying. Jungkook catches it easily, and Taehyung manages to sneak a glance at the prominent veins on his arm.
"Wow, your reflexes," he diverts his eyes away from Jungkook's arms.
"I was born with good reflexes."
"Cocky, I see,"
Jungkook merely smirks.
The music is loud in Taehyung's ears; an echo of his racing heartbeat as he stares into Jungkook's eyes.
The smirk grows wider on Jungkook's face, and he says, "You think I'm hot, huh?"
Woah. He went from adorable bunny to sexy fuckboy real quick. Taehyung swears someone turned the heat up in here. "Y-yeah, I, yeah,"
"You sound unsure. I'm offended," the other looks nothing of the sort, the asshole. Taehyung huffs.
"You're hot. Sexy. My dick is throbbing."
The intensity in Jungkook's gaze almost makes Taehyung squirm. "You're literally my wet dream," he gestures at the blindfold in Taehyung's hand.
"Well, yeah, I guess," Taehyung quirks an eyebrow. "A bit kinky, are we?"
"You don’t want to know," Jungkook grins.
A beat passes, and Taehyung can't stand the sexual tension any longer. "Jungkook-sshi, please just fuck me already."
"Only if you wear the blindfold, baby," Jungkook's gaze darkens, and Taehyung is picked up in a fucking bridal carry, ignoring the knowing looks they get from passerby.
...
From: JEON is a fuccboi
hyung you're heavy
my arms hurt
To: JEON is a fuccboi
u know what
fuck u
From: JEON is a fuccboi
thats wat i plan on doing ;)
To: JEON is a fuccboi
…
i have no words