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The first party of Halloween week is at Jungkook and Taehyung’s apartment, and they’ve apparently invited every person they’ve ever met, because the party spills out into the hallway of their apartment building.
As Jimin approaches the door, he has to fight his way through the small groups of people mingling, and he rolls his eyes when he sees two spider-men pointing at each other in outrage about their identical costumes. He thinks about taking a picture, but his dress keeps riding up his thighs and he wants to get inside so he can put down the 2 wine bottles he’s holding and fix himself.
“Jiminie! My darling boy, come in, come in,” Taehyung says as soon as he enters the threshold. He’s holding a fake pipe, pretending to puff on it while he strolls forward in his 70s inspired smoking robe and fur mules.
“Take this wine from me, I can feel my ass hanging out.” Jimin shoves the bottles at him, and shimmies a little to get the dress back in place. It’s a short black dress with spaghetti straps that he found at a charity shop a while back, and he's glad to have finally found a reason to wear. He didn’t feel like wearing a wig, so it’s probably impossible to tell who he’s dressed up as, but he feels good in it and that’s all that matters on Halloween anyways.
“Alright, let me guess what you’re dressed as, give me a hint.” Taehyung taps his pipe against his bottom lip and shrieks when Jimin cocks his hip to the side and throws up an obnoxious peace sign. “Oh my god, as I live and breathe, Posh Spice is at my party.”
“Our party,” Jungkook interjects as he walks up behind him, smiling warmly at Jimin. “Looking good, hyung.”
“Thanks, Jungkookie. Now pop open this bottle of wine for me, I wanna get drunk.”
“Follow me to my lair,” Jungkook says, and follows it up with an evil laugh before he looks at Jimin with eager eyes. “Can you guess who I am?”
“Uh, an… evil dude?” Jimin guesses.
“Yeah, exactly! Well," Jungkook tilts his head in consideration and then shrugs. "I’m actually fire lord Ozai, but that’s close!” He pats Jimin’s shoulder and nudges him along into the kitchen.
“You’re too nice to him, Kook, when I guessed it wrong you threw a shoe at my head,” Taehyung complains from behind them.
“No, you guess that I was an angry man in clown pants, that’s why I threw a shoe,” Jungkook scoffs over his shoulder as they walk away.
“I don’t understand the difference in these situations,” Taehyung yells out before the swinging kitchen door closes between them.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “You’re so fucking in love with him, it’s sick.”
Jungkook yanks his arm off from around Jimin’s shoulders to punch him. “Shut up, no I’m not!” He peeks his head back out the kitchen door before he sees they’re in the all clear. "Don’t say it so loud, Jesus. He could have heard.”
“I literally whispered it, Jungkookie. You better do something about this crush before you go insane.” Jimin finds a corkscrew and tucks the bottle of wine between his legs to get the cork out.
“Hate you. I hate you.” Jungkook says, and then pushes out of the kitchen with a huff of breath.
Jimin twists the screw into the cork, but it takes a minute of mangling to finally get the cork to start slipping free. He hears the kitchen door open just as the cork gives a satisfying pop, and Jimin raises his hands in victory. “Huzzah! I am king of corks!”
His hands falter in the air though when he looks up to see that the person he’s speaking to isn’t Jungkook. Instead it’s a cute boy (Jesus, a very cute boy) in a tracksuit, holding a bottle of gin and staring at Jimin’s thighs like they've personally offended him.
“Oops. You’re not Jungkook.” Jimin says lamely, lowering his hands and pulling the bottle from between his legs.
“No. Yoongi. I’m Yoongi. Not Jungkook.” The man, Yoongi, says while still staring at Jimin’s thighs. Jimin shuffles back and forth on his feet, feeling hot under his gaze.
“I’m Jimin. Please stop staring at my thighs.” Jimin says, pointedly.
Yoongi’s eyes snap up and a blush takes over his face. “I wasn’t- I mean-” Yoongi shakes his head and hugs the bottle of gin to his chest. “Sorry.”
“That’s ok. I’ll just assume it’s because you’re amazed by how muscular they are. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Jimin says simply, and turns toward the counter to pour some wine into a plastic cup. When he turns back around, Yoongi is still standing there, staring at him.
Jimin quirks his eyebrow at him, and leans back against the counter because, sure this dude seems weird, but he’s cute, so Jimin’s intrigued enough to stay.
“Anything I can help you with?”
That startles Yoongi out of his trance, and his blush deepens. He walks forward to the counter space next to Jimin and starts unscrewing the top of his bottle. “Sorry, long day. Think I’ve gone a bit brain dead at the sudden flood of raucous youth.”
Jimin hums and turns to the side to appraise him. “So, what’s your costume? Or are you not dressed up, I can’t tell.”
Yoongi huffs out a laugh. “I am dressed up, though I guess the joke is that I already owned all of these clothes." He points to himself. "Sporty Spice.” He shrugs and holds up a dainty peace sign before he goes back to pouring his drink.
Jimin gasps. “Shut up!”
Yoongi frowns. "No?"
“Can you guess who I am?” Jimin says excitedly, opening his arms and wiggling his body a little.
“A walking wet dream?” Yoongi blurts, face coloring again as he brings a cup up to his lips and tosses back its contents.
“Funny,” Jimin rolls his eyes, and then puts up a peace sign. “Use your brain, funny boy.”
“Ah, Posh. Sorry, couldn’t tell at first. Very good.” Yoongi keeps looking him up and down and Jimin tugs at the velvet choker on his neck.
“I wonder if the rest of the girls are here, we could have a little reunion.” Jimin says, walking forward to leave the kitchen, and tosses a look over his shoulder to indicate Yoongi should follow him.
Yoongi pushes off the counter, but turns back and grabs the bottle of gin before he follows Jimin into the crowded living room.
“So how do you know Jungkook and Tae?” Jimin shouts over the music, finding a place on the wall to lean up against while they talk.
“I was Jungkook's mentor when I was in university. Taught him the ropes when he was a freshman, and introduced him to my friend Seokjin, who decided to basically adopt him. They’re closer than me and Jungkook are nowadays, but we still keep in touch.”
“Oh yeah, I know Seokjin hyung. He takes Jungkook out for food once a month and makes Jungkook bring home all the leftovers. To be honest, when I first heard about it I thought it was some kind of sugar daddy arrangement, but once I met hyung I realized they were just two toddlers who love meat.”
Yoongi grins into his cup, and Jimin smiles in return.
“Yeah, toddlers is definitely the best word to describe them.”
“So, why just a solo act tonight? Couldn’t get any of your friends to dress up with you?” Jimin asks, and tilts his head back to lean against the wall, exposing his neck in a way he has heard is devastating, at least according to Taehyung.
“No, actually I told Seokjin to dress as a Spice Girl but he purposefully misinterpreted it and showed up to my apartment with a spice rack hanging from his neck.” Yoongi points across the room to where Seokjin is sitting on the arm of the couch with a row of shelves hanging from a string around his neck. From what Jimin can see, it appears that half of the spice bottles have now been replaced with shot glasses.
“Iconic.” Jimin hums in appreciation.
“Chaotic,” Yoongi corrects.
“Both. Equally both.”
Yoongi turns back to smile at him, and his eyes catch at Jimin’s throat. Jimin just smiles brighter.
Yoongi clears his throat and looks away, only to bring his eyes back a moment later. “What about you? Didn’t want to share the stage with anyone else?”
“I had a premonition there would be a cute boy copying my idea, and lo and behold.” Jimin waves his hand up and down at Yoongi.
At that, Yoongi brings his eyes back to Jimin's face. “You’re quite the sweet talker,” he says, grinning.
Jimin feels his body thrum at the attention. “Glad you’re catching on.”
In the next moment, Taehyung is stumbling over and falls into the space between them. He's wobbly on his feet, which means he's been drinking, and Jimin knows that even one drink is one too many for Taehyung's stomach.
“Hiya, who’s the guy you’re talking to?” Taehyung asks Jimin loudly, jerking his head toward Yoongi. He belatedly brings his hand up to his mouth as if it has occurred to him to be subtle.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself, ya big dummy?” Jimin shoves at Taehyung's shoulder to get him to face Yoongi.
“Oh my god, you’re Sporty Spice.” Taehyung claps his hands and turns back around to face Jimin. “Jiminie, there’s a guy here dressed as a Spice Girl too, I really want you to meet him.”
“Alright, that’s my queue to find Tae here a toilet to throw up in.” Jimin says, poking his head around Taehyung to give Yoongi a wink. “Maybe I’ll see you around?”
Yoongi gives him one last once over and his face is so passive that Jimin feels goosebumps spring up down his spine. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Oh my god, Jimin did you see how he just looked at you, I think I felt my dick twitch,” Taehyung gapes, and Jimin just grabs his arm and starts pushing him towards the bathroom, waving goodbye to Yoongi as seductively as possible. He thinks he’s about 30% successful because halfway to the bathroom Taehyung stops walking to point at a man dressed as Frankenstein and starts shrieking in fear. Jimin widens his eyes and turns to shove him further down the hallway, but before he turns away, he sees Yoongi break out in laughter, and Jimin sends up a silent prayer that he’ll be able to see it again sometime.
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The next morning, Jimin makes Taehyung and Jungkook a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs and tater tots. Once it's all ready, he calls out loudly to rouse them from their beds, and Taehyung walks into the kitchen, smiles brightly at the spread of food and then promptly runs into the bathroom to clear out the contents of his stomach.
“Why would you let Tae drink last night, you usually snatch away alcohol from him before he gets the chance to consume it.” Jimin observes, sipping at his coffee.
“Well if you hadn’t sent me into a panic last night, I would have," Jungkook mutters angrily, before he lets his shoulders drop in defeat. "But instead, I avoided him and I think he noticed and now here we are. With vomit on my bathroom floor and a bunch of single people eating tater tots at 9am.”
“Hey, don’t blame your inability to make a move on me. It’s been like 3 years, get over yourself and ask him out.” Jimin rolls his eyes, but removes any sting from his words by scooping more tater tots onto Jungkook’s plate.
“Whatever. Moving on. I saw you talking to Yoongi hyung last night. You think he’s cute?” Jungkook asks, cupping his chin in his hands and waggling his eyebrows at Jimin, albeit sleepily.
“Of course I think he’s cute. How come I’ve never met this mystery cute boy that you’ve apparently known since you were a freshman?”
“I don’t see him much, I mostly just annoy him at his studio every once in a while, try to get him to teach me his ways. He offered to get me a starting position next year at the label he works at. You know, once I graduate. Could be cool.” Jungkook shrugs and takes a sip of his orange juice.
“Huh. Cute and charitable. Duly noted.”
“I wouldn’t say offering me a job is charitable-” Jungkook says, with a frown, but he's cut off when Taehyung finally reemerges from the bathroom.
“Alright, I am absolutely certain there is nothing left in my stomach to throw up, so pass me those deep fried pillows of grease and tell me about the cutie from last night,” Taehyung says as he plops down in a chair.
“The cutie that you cockblocked me from? Or a different cutie? Remind me which cutie, Taehyung.” Jimin leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.
Taehyung eats one of the tater tots, lips pouting out as he munches it, and Jimin swears he can hear Jungkook sigh dreamily. He tilts his head to the side while he considers Jimin’s question. “The one I cockblocked. Definitely that cutie. Did you get his number?”
“No, because 30 seconds later you were crying into the toilet asking me why I would let so many monsters into your home.”
Taehyung’s face lights up in memory. “Oh my god, right, I totally thought everyone’s costumes were real at one point. Woah, that was trippy. Remind me to never accept drinks from Seokjin again. That dude is an animal. He had like 3 joints tucked behind his ear.”
Jimin just shakes his head and moves on. “Anyways, are either of you going to Jisoo’s party tonight? It’s all the old dance majors, so I know Hoseok will be there.”
“No, I’m going to go see a scary movie with Jin hyung tonight,” Jungkook mumbles, mouth full of eggs.
Taehyung narrows his eyes, and tears a tater tot in half. “But you just saw Seokjin last night.”
“Yeah, but he thought I looked stressed about midterms so now he’s forcing me to go see a new zombie movie. Apparently screaming relieves stress or something, I don’t know. I feel like that doesn’t include screaming out of fear of zombies, but-” Jungkook just shrugs to end his thought.
Taehyung hums and smashes the tater tot until it’s just a pile of crusty mash. He lifts his head up at Jimin and smiles. “I’ll go with you.”
“I wasn’t inviting you to come, I was just asking if you were going.”
“Well then, I’m inviting myself. I’ve got a backup Bob Ross costume I’ve been wanting to break out.” Taehyung gets up from the table and starts clearing the dishes, even as Jungkook complains that he wasn't finished yet.
“Alright loser, but if you pick up a single alcoholic beverage I’m blacklisting you from parties for a year.” Jimin gets up and ruffles Jungkook’s hair, because even though he’s a dumb boy who doesn’t know how to express emotions, Jimin still doesn’t like seeing him pout so sadly. Next, he goes over and flicks the back of Taehyung’s ear before he heads to the front door.
“Ow, what was that for?” Taehyung mumbles, rubbing the back of his ear.
“For being dumb.” Jimin calls out before the kitchen door swings shut.
“How am I dumb?” Jimin can hear Taehyung ask.
“Just trust him on this one,” Jungkook sighs.
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Jimin is running late. He ended up spending all day in his dance studio, practicing a new choreography to teach his students for their winter recital. By the time he gets back to his apartment, Hoseok is already dressed in a vampire costume, so he just grabs the first costume out of his closet that he sees. After 4 years of college, countless Halloween parties and several silly Halloween dance practices, he’s racked up an impressive amount of costumes. His hands reach for a cop costume first, except instead of pants, it’s booty shorts, and the badge says “Horny Police”.
“Wow, that is one slutty costume,” Hoseok says approvingly as they hustle out the door a few minutes later.
Jimin clips a set of handcuffs onto his belt loops and shakes his hips back and forth. “Yeah, well a dude last night was ogling me so I guess it boosted my confidence.”
“What dude, did you talk to him?” Hoseok asks as they slip into their taxi.
Jimin thinks about telling Hoseok about Yoongi, but he doesn’t want to send them on a tangent of pining for this stranger when he’ll probably never even see him again.
“Nope, not really.” Jimin chirps, and distracts Hoseok by taking out his phone so they can take selfies.
Once they arrive, they split off in different directions; Jimin going to find Jisoo and the table of booze, and Hoseok going to find his boyfriend, Namjoon. Taehyung arrives after a little bit, and Jimin decisively sticks a soda in his hand. Taehyung shrugs and takes a sip, and then says he’s gonna go find Hoseok to complain about him not coming to his party last night.
Jimin is pouring himself a drink when he feels a presence looming behind him.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer-” He starts to remark, but he stops when he turns around to find Yoongi staring at him. It's déjà vu of last night, except this time he’s in a striped shirt with ski mask lifted up over his face and a hemp bag slung over his shoulder with what looks like a hastily drawn money symbol.
“Are you always this cocky, or is just with me?” Yoongi asks, tilting his head to the side to grin at him.
“I’m always this cocky. Sorry. Booty shorts make me feel powerful.” Jimin shrugs, but his eyes are lighting up as he takes in Yoongi’s costume. “Oh my god, are you supposed to be like a criminal or something?”
Yoongi dips his head in a nod. “And you’re a cop.”
Jimin barks out a laugh. “Wow. This is kismet.”
“We’re really on the same wavelength this holiday season.” Yoongi agrees, walking up to Jimin and reaching around him to get a cup. Jimin feels the heat of his body against him and feels his heart stutter at the proximity.
Instead of giving Yoongi room, Jimin just hums and shifts his body closer.
Yoongi smirks down at him and his eyes zero in on his badge. “Does that say ‘horny police’?”
“Yeah, I got it at the dollar store, in the bachelorette party section.” Jimin says proudly, taking off the badge and pining it to Yoongi’s shirt.
“In this world where Horny Police exist, do they police people’s horniness or are they just a bunch of horny people with guns?” Yoongi asks, leaning back now with a drink in hand.
Jimin considers this as seriously as he can. “I’m not happy with either of those options, so let’s just say it’s police that show up whenever someone is horny, and all they do is like, give you a high five and a condom and then leave.” Jimin tilts his head over to the couch where there’s enough space for both of them.
“I wish that existed in this world, instead of, you know, the rampant police brutality that affects our entire nation.” Yoongi says offhand as they sit down.
“Oof, getting real.”
“Sorry, I do that. Back to horny talk.”
Jimin knocks his shoulder against Yoongi’s. “No, it’s good. Talk about how damaged society is to me. I like when my crushes aren't ignorant assholes.”
Yoongi twists in his seat to face Jimin, raising an eyebrow. “I’m your crush?”
Jimin just hums and takes another sip of his drink. “Not quite yet, but you may be heading in that direction.”
“Good to know.” Yoongi nods, smile on his lips as he leans back in his seat.
“Well since we clearly have a similar group of friends, are you going to Namjoon’s party on Thursday night?” Jimin asks casually, hoping it doesn’t sound like he’s asking him to come, but also fully prepared to go over to Namjoon and beg him to invite Yoongi.
Yoongi looks up from his drink and squints his eyes. “You know Namjoon?”
“Yeah, he’s dating my friend Hoseok. You know him, too?”
“Yeah. A bit.” Yoongi shifts in his seat, and when he does his thigh presses up against Jimin’s own. Jimin stares down at it and feels like any upper hand he had earlier in the conversation has slipped away from him completely.
“Oh, yeah cool. Awesome.” Jimin takes another swig of his drink, trying to get his hands back on the reins. It isn't working though, because he keeps looking at where the handcuffs attached to his belt are now laying partially on Yoongi’s thigh, and for some reason it’s the most erotic thing he’s ever seen.
“So you’re coming? I mean going, to Namjoon’s party.” Yoongi shifts again, and the handcuffs fall off his thigh. Jimin feels a rush of air in his lungs when he finally starts breathing again.
“Yes! Yes, I’m going. Are you?” Jimin tucks his hair behind his ear, feeling suddenly debauched after the thoughts he’s just been having about Yoongi and handcuffs and a bed, and even though he knew he could be kinky, he’s startled by how vivid his imagination just managed to get.
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Yoongi nods.
“Good.” Jimin sees that his cup is empty from all the nervous sipping he’s been doing and he tugs on Yoongi’s arm to pull him off the couch. “Come on, I need another drink. Make me something sweet.”
Yoongi smiles sideways at him and pushes through the group of people clustered in the living room. “You mean gross and unrecognizable as alcohol?”
“Yes, please.” When they get back to the table covered in alcohol, Jimin holds his cup up to Yoongi’s face and bats his eyelashes.
“Only because you’ll arrest me if I don’t.” Yoongi jokes, and takes his cup to start making him a drink.
While he does, Jimin looks around the rest of the party, and his eyes catch Taehyung and Hoseok giggling as they watch him from the other side of the room. He swats his hand at them, motioning for them to stop, but Taehyung just pulls out his phone to take a picture of him, presumably for a photo album he’ll say he wants to show to Jimin and Yoongi’s future kids. He should never have let Taehyung come to this party, Jimin thinks bitterly to himself, he should have known he would go straight to Hoseok to gossip about last night.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks, turning away from the table to hand him his drink, and Jimin whips his hands down from the violent gestures he was directing toward his friends.
“Nothing,” Jimin says quickly, taking the drink and sipping immediately. “Ooh, pineapple, yum.”
“Well, you know what they say.” Yoongi says offhand, taking a sip of what Jimin assumes is just straight gin like he had last night.
“No, what do they say?” Jimin asks, tilting his head in curiosity.
Yoongi chokes on his drink and sputters as he tries to swallow what’s in his mouth. Jimin pats his back as he regains his breath. “Oh, um what? Never mind.”
Jimin's eyebrows furrow, though mostly in amusement. “What do they say? You need to tell me now.”
“I honestly didn’t even mean to say that, it just slipped out, it’s a joke my friends and I make to each other.”
“I’m your friend, you made the joke to me, that means I’m your official friend now.”
Yoongi wets his lips and looks down at Jimin in a distinctly non-platonic manner. “Yeah. Friends.”
It takes all of Jimin’s willpower not to audibly gulp. “Friend, tell me what they say about pineapple.”
Yoongi’s ears are still bright red, but his cheeks have gone back to a soft pink. He clears his throat one last time before he continues. “Pineapple makes your cum taste good.”
He says it so bluntly that Jimin starts choking, and instead of helping him, Yoongi just starts laughing in response. Jimin thinks to himself that they must have this weird power dynamic going on where only one of them can feel confident at a time, while the other fumbles with words or, in this case, literally chokes.
When Jimin stops coughing, he smacks Yoongi’s chest, but it feels warm under his fingertips and he coughs once more to stop himself from swaying forward into the inviting heat.
“Jesus, I can’t believe you said that.”
“You asked!” Yoongi raises a hand in innocence.
“So dirty, hyung, wow.” Jimin shakes his head, but he’s smiling.
“Ok, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, no. That’s fine.” And then Jimin decides to take the upper hand again, so he makes direct eye contact while he chugs the rest of his drink.
“Uh.” Yoongi watches him whiles he tosses the drink back, and his eyes are wider than Jimin has seen them before.
“Mm, very sweet. Thank you, hyung.” Jimin licks his lips when he finishes. He thinks he can feel himself glowing with strength.
“Right.” Yoongi stares at his lips, and Jimin decides to forge ahead, having fun now that he’s found his confidence again. He bites his bottom lip, and watches as Yoongi’s lips part while he stares. Jimin can’t help but break out into a smirk, and Yoongi’s eyes dart back up from his mouth, his neck flushing bright.
Yoongi shakes his head a little bit and relaxes his face back into a passive stare. “So what were you gonna wear to Namjoon’s party?”
Jimin bats his eyelashes once again. “I can’t tell you.”
“Why not? I wanna make sure we aren’t matching again, we can’t do this 3 parties in a row.”
“We have to see if it’s fate. If we’re matching again that means this is beyond a coincidence, the heavens are pushing us together.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes but smirks. “Or it means we’re getting the same search results when we look up cute gay costume ideas.”
Jimin breaks out into a smile. “Yeah, or that.”
“Fine, we’ll leave it up to fate.” Yoongi shrugs.
“I think we should place a bet on whether we end up matching.”
Yoongi quirks a brow. “Doesn’t placing a bet on fate kinda go against the whole serendipity thing?”
“Play with me,” Jimin pouts, pushing against Yoongi’s chest, and leaves his hand there.
Yoongi shakes his head but there’s still a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Fine, what’s the bet?”
Jimin licks his lips, and gets one last kick of courage from the way Yoongi’s eyes instantly follow the swipe of his tongue. “If we end up matching, or coordinating, or are just generally in the same universe of costumes, then you have to go on a date with me.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up, and Jimin can feel his heart beat faster in his chest from where his hand still lays.
“A date.” Yoongi repeats, eyes still wide.
“Yeah, I mean unless you find the idea abhorrent, but I promise I’m super good at choosing restaurants, and I’ve been told I’m a very good kisser.” Jimin flutters his lashes even though his confidence is waning at Yoongi’s flat stare.
“No! I mean, no I don’t find the idea abhorrent. I find it- I’m-” Yoongi cuts himself off and shakes his head, seeming annoyed at himself for floundering so hard. Instead he sticks his hand out and looks Jimin in his eye. “Deal.”
Jimin smiles and reaches out to take Yoongi’s hand, shaking it once and then leaving his hand there. “Deal.”
“What’s the deal?” Hoseok asks, coming up to them, dimpling his cheeks in innocence while Namjoon has his arm slung around his hips.
“Nothing,” Jimin says breezily, slipping his hand out of Yoongi’s grip, but giving it one last squeeze before he lets his arm fall to his side.
“Nothing,” Yoongi repeats, a small smirk still on his lips.
“Hey Jimin, how have you been? You coming to the party on Thursday?” Namjoon asks, smiling warmly.
Jimin has always loved Namjoon, ever since Hoseok introduced them last year after they just started dating. When he comes home late at night from practice sometimes, he'll find Namjoon working on the couch while Hoseok sleeps with his head in his lap, and he and Jimin will have a whispered conversation about where they want to be in 10 years, or maybe whether they think their parents are proud of the people they’ve become. It’s nice to have someone to chat to about stuff like that with, especially since he and Hoseok can’t seem to look at each other for more than 20 seconds without breaking out in hysterics. Or in this case, stare at each other violently while they have a silent conversation that goes something like ‘ooh you too look cozy’ - ‘hobi fuck off’ - ‘don’t talk to your hyung that way’ - ‘i swear to god if you don’t let me flirt in peace i’ll-’
Jimin smiles calmly at Namjoon despite what Hoseok is doing with his eyebrows. “Yeah, for sure. Yoongi hyung was just telling me he’d be there too.”
“Of course he will, it’s-” Namjoon starts, but Hoseok is talking over him, a glint in his eye.
“I didn’t know you knew Yoongi hyung, what a small world.”
Jimin squints at his friend, wishing the world weren’t quite so small, so that he could just flirt with someone without one of his friends coming along to tease him about it. “We met at Jungkook and Taehyung’s party last night. Do you two know each other?”
Hoseok grins in a way that he probably means to look normal, but Jimin knows Hoseok is the worst liar in the world, so it comes across as scheming. “Oh, just through Joonie. Anyways, we’re heading out. Joonie’s been away on business all week and I’m going to that choreography workshop in Daegu for a few days starting tomorrow, so we’ve gotta go have sex before we’re torn apart again.”
“Gross.” Yoongi and Jimin say at the same time, and turn to smile at each other.
“Right back at ya. Jimin sleep at Taehyung’s tonight.” His eyes dart toward Yoongi. “Or wherever. Just not our place. And don’t forget to feed yourself while I’m gone.” Hoseok pinches both of Jimin’s cheeks and Jimin swats at his hands. He squints his eyes to silently converse with him once more.
‘Don’t embarrass me in front of Yoongi, mom’
‘I’m not embarrassing you, he’s looking at you so fondly oh my god’
‘Shut up, no he’s not’
‘He is, do you think he has a cop kink?’
‘SHUT UP SHUT UP’
Hoseok ruffles his hair, and steps back.
“Ah, to be young again.” Hoseok clasps his hands and looks up at Namjoon.
“Babe, we’re 25.” Namjoon rolls his eyes and then kisses his forehead.
“Don’t remind me. So old," he sighs dramatically. "Alrighty lovebirds, I’ll see you at Joonie’s party. By the way, loving the matching costumes, so fun, so cute.” Hoseok pulls Namjoon toward the door, and waggles his fingers over his shoulders.
“Sorry about him, his highest priority in life is trying to embarrass me.” Jimin says, affectionately, turning back towards Yoongi.
“I think it’s sweet. Nice having a friend who checks in on you. Seokjin calls me once a day to ask if I’ve gone outside. And if I haven’t then he makes me stay on the phone until I have.” Yoongi rubs at the back of his neck, and Jimin can only stare back at him softly.
The teasing energy from before has left them, but Jimin feels an even greater desire to take Yoongi home. But more in a, keep him in my pocket forever kinda way, rather than a, handcuff him to my bed kinda way. Or actually, maybe both. Yeah, a weird mixture of both.
Hoseok must have told Taehyung that he’d have to let Jimin crash at his place again because he’s hovering by the door, blatantly avoiding eye contact with Jimin.
“I think my friend wants to leave.” Jimin tilts his head regretfully towards Taehyung. “I’d stay if I didn’t have to sleep at his place but apparently the hyungs are planning on demolishing my place with their gross sex.”
“Yeah, I’ll probably leave soon, too. Two parties in a row is a bit much for me.” Yoongi shifts forward into Jimin’s space a little bit, and Jimin feels like he’s soaking up their last moments together. “I’ll see you on Thursday, though.”
“Yeah. I’ll be the one in the matching costume.” Jimin smirks, touches Yoongi’s chest one last time before he backs away towards the door. “Don’t forget our bet.”
“I won’t,” Yoongi mirrors his smirk, and Jimin takes one last look before he pushes out the front door with Taehyung.
“Wow, that was some tension. I’m all horny just from watching.” Taehyung slings his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, and Jimin just pinches his side as harshly as he can.
“Fucking perv, stop saying that. I can’t believe you told Hoseok, he totally interrupted when I was in the middle of asking him out.” Jimin pushes Taehyung’s hip away, but grips onto his arm so he'll stay by his side.
“Oh my god! You asked him out! Not just to fuck, but to actually date? Oh my god!” Taehyung is hugging him and making them jump up and down while they ride the elevator down to street level, and Jimin has to stop them when the elevator starts making a troubling groaning noise.
“Stop it, idiot. I didn’t technically ask him out, I just made a bet with him and if I win then he has to go out with me.” Jimin shrugs and Taehyung tilts his head in confusion for a second, before he accepts this premise and hugs Jimin again.
“I hope you win the bet, then.” Taehyung rubs his cheek against Jimin’s before they detach and walk toward the bus stop.
“Oh, I will. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
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The trick Jimin has up his sleeve turns out to be just packing 20 costumes into a huge duffle bag and lugging them over to Hoseok’s bedroom an hour before the party begins.
“Hey, hyung. I need a favor.”
“Please tell me there isn’t a body in that bag.” Hoseok says from in front of his mirror, where he’s clipping on earrings to complete his pirate costume.
“There are 20 bodies in this bag and one of them is my ticket to a date with the cutest man alive.”
Hoseok looks down at the bag and then back up at Jimin and then back down at the bag again. He shakes his head. “You know, I wanna ask but I told Namjoon I’d help set up and I really need to leave.”
“About that. Can you bring this bag with you? I need to have outfit changes ready in case Yoongi is wearing something different from me.” Jimin smiles charmingly, and Hoseok just furrows his brows.
“Does this have anything to do with the bet you made the other night?”
“Maybe.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes, but picks up the bag anyways. “I’m doing this for you only because I think I’m gonna get a big kick out of how this all plays out.”
“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, but Hoseok is already rushing out the door.
“See you in an hour!”
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Jimin shows up 40 minutes late so that there will be enough people there to block his entrance so Yoongi won’t see him right away. That way Jimin can see what he’s wearing and sneak into Namjoon’s room to do a quick change to the most appropriate outfit. He’s wearing a Superman t-shirt and cape right now, mostly just to blend in, but he’s got everything in the duffle bag from a cowboy costume to mermaid fins to an alien antenna headband. He’s hoping at least one of the costumes falls in the same ballpark of whatever Yoongi’s wearing. If all else fails, maybe he’ll just take his shirt off and try to distract Yoongi with his bare torso.
When he sneaks in the front door, the living room is already packed, and he dodges behind people’s backs, trying to peek over shoulders in search of Yoongi. He sees him in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink while he chats with Seokjin, and Jimin realizes in delight that he’s wearing little devil horns with a red t-shirt tucked into black jeans. Jimin thinks about the angel wings he folded up into the duffle bag at the last second, and winds his way quickly through the living room towards the bedrooms to get changed.
He’s never been to Namjoon’s place before, so he isn’t sure which of the two bedroom’s is his, so Jimin tries the first door he gets to. It’s dark inside, but Jimin can see the big lump of his bag sitting on the bed, so he closes the door behind him and turns on the lights so he can transform himself into an angel as quickly as possible.
He forgot to bring a white shirt to change into, so he goes through Namjoon’s drawers to find one, assuming he would be fine with it. He finds one that looks like it would be way too small on Namjoon, thinks maybe it’s Hoseok’s shirt, and he shrugs before he pulls it on over his head. Just as he’s tightening the strap of the wings over his shoulder, the bedroom door opens up and Yoongi pokes his head in, a confused look on his face.
“Oh. Jimin.” Yoongi raises his eyebrows, and comes all the way into the room, clicking the door closed behind him. “I saw the lights on and was worried people were making out on my bed.”
“Your bed?” Jimin asks, turning around and looking at the bed in confusion. “That’s Namjoon’s bed.”
“It’s mine. I’m Namjoon’s roommate.” Yoongi says distantly, but he’s raking his eyes up and down Jimin’s body. “You’re an angel.”
“You’re Namjoon’s roommate? This is your room?” Jimin asks, eyes wide, trying to figure out why Hoseok had put his bag in here. He squints his eyes at the wall like he can see Hoseok on the other side of it, laughing maniacally.
“We’re coordinated again.” Yoongi says faintly, stepping forward and softly touches the feathers on Jimin’s wings.
Jimin looks down at himself and then up at Yoongi like he’s noticing it for the first time. “Huh, look at that, I guess we are.” Jimin takes another step forward and pokes at on the the horns clipped into Yoongi’s hair. “Cute.”
“I guess you won the bet then.” Yoongi murmurs, shifting forward another inch.
“I guess I did," Jimin says, as demurely as he can manage. "Guess that means you have to go out with me.”
Yoongi breaks out into a smile. “Guess so.”
“Wanna pour me a drink, Mr. Devil, sir?” Jimin asks, batting his eyelashes up at Yoongi.
“Yeah, sure. Come on.” Yoongi takes Jimin’s hand and pulls him toward the door. Jimin feels his palm go sweaty from the sudden contact, and his heart leaps in excitement. He squeezes Yoongi’s hand, and Yoongi looks over his shoulder to grin at him.
When he looks back though, his eyes flicker to something behind Jimin’s head and a frown starts forming on his lips. “What’s that huge bag doing on my bed?”
He drops Jimin’s hand to start walking toward it, but Jimin panics, and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s middle and pushes him up against the closet door.
“Nothing! It’s nothing.” Jimin looks over at the bag and then back at Yoongi’s face, where he’s looking at Jimin with his eyebrows furrowed.
“What are you doing? I just wanna see who left something on my bed.” Yoongi pushes forward to get out of Jimin’s hold, but Jimin just grips tighter.
“There’s spiders on the bag, I saw them when I came in, you really shouldn’t go over there,” Jimin blurts out, unable to come up with a bonafide excuse.
“I don’t mind spiders, they’re cute sometimes.” Yoongi shrugs, but lets himself be held by Jimin.
Jimin shudders. “What the fuck, no they’re not, what’s wrong with you?”
“How can you ask me what’s wrong with me when you’ve got me pressed up against a wall because you saw a spider?” Yoongi reaches between them and tickles Jimin’s stomach until he squirms away, using the opportunity to go to the bed.
“Ok, but I can explain-” Jimin starts.
“What the fuck, is this a bag full of costumes?”
“Yes, well you see, the thing is-”
“Did you bring a bag full of costumes? So that we would match?” Yoongi asks, holding up a skimpy nurse costume and looking at Jimin with his mouth gaping open.
“No! Well, yes, I maybe did do that-” Jimin rubs at the back of his neck, and toes at the ground in both a genuine show of timidness, but also in a way he hopes Yoongi finds extremely adorable.
“You fucking weirdo.” Yoongi picks up another costume, and squawks in surprise. “Did you really think it was possible that you might need a dominatrix outfit?”
“It’s catwoman, you freak. I wasn’t sure if you were a batman kinda guy. Plus, I wanted an excuse to wear a latex bodysuit.” Jimin crosses his arms to look put out, and Yoongi grips the latex tighter, eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs.
“I don’t think I would object to that.” Yoongi gulps and then looks back down at the bag, his look of amused annoyance returning to his face. “What the fuck, so you cheated fate? You saw me and then put on this angel costume? Wait, is that my shirt?”
“Maybe," Jimin mumbles.
Yoongi drags a hand over his face and groans softly. “Why am I always attracted to the weird ones?” He mutters to himself. “Alright, I need another drink. We can discuss whether you actually won the bet or not once I’ve got some more alcohol in me.”
“But either way, you’ll go on a date with me right? And maybe make out with me later? I can change into the catwoman suit if you think it’ll sway your mind any more.” Jimin grabs onto Yoongi’s hand as they make their way back towards the door.
Yoongi stops short in his tracks and looks back towards the bed where the latex lays limp. He shakes his head to get rid of what Jimin can assume are truly tormented thoughts. “Later,” Yoongi murmurs and a shit-eating grin breaks out over Jimin’s face.
When they go to the kitchen, Hoseok is sitting on the counter with Namjoon between his thighs, sticking a lime in his mouth while Namjoon loudly complains. “But babe, I don’t want lime.”
“But I wanna do a tequila shot and suck it out of your mouth like they do in movies,” Hoseok argues, reaching to the side and picking up a shotglass.
“What movies are you watching?” Jimin asks, propping his hip up against the counter next to them.
“Mostly porn.” Hoseok says simply, smiling sincerely while Namjoon chokes in front of him.
“Hey so, you big asshat, why didn’t you tell me Yoongi hyung lived with your boyfriend?” Jimin asks, taking the shot glass from Hoseok’s hand and downing it before he can protest.
“Because I wanted to see you make a fool of yourself. Did you? Suga hyung, did Jiminie make a fool of himself?” Hoseok peeks his head around Namjoon to look at Yoongi, where he’s making a drink for Jimin one handed while he sips at his beer.
“Oh yeah, for sure he did.” Yoongi says dryly, but he winks at Jimin when he starts to object. “But he was cute about it, so I still wanna date him or whatever.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Jimin grins at him, and then turns back to Hoseok. “Wait, Yoongi is Suga?”
“Yeah, I’m a producer," Yoongi interjects over his shoulder. "It’s my professional moniker. Hoseok refuses to call me anything else.” Yoongi pushes the drink he’s made into Jimin’s hand, and settles at his side.
“So you’re the infamous Suga who walked in on the hyungs doing nasty stuff in the shower and got concussed when you slipped running out of the room?” Jimin is delighted by this realization and keels over laughing, gripping onto Yoongi’s arm to hold himself up from falling to the ground.
Yoongi’s face is passive as he glares at Namjoon. “You told me you weren’t gonna tell anyone about that.”
“Hobi did, not me, I swear,” Namjoon yelps at Hoseok smacks his chest.
“Don’t throw me under the bus, where do your loyalties lie?” Hoseok asks, affronted.
“I’m not answering that question.” Namjoon tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling.
Yoongi scoffs in offense. “Woah, hey, clearly with me. What the fuck Namjoon, we’ve been friends for 8 years, how are you gonna choose Hoseok over me?”
“Would you choose hanging out with me tomorrow night or with Jimin when he’s wearing the nurse outfit I saw hanging out of his duffle bag before.” Namjoon asks, lolling his head to the side to peer at Yoongi.
“Fair point.” Yoongi nods, taking another sip of his beer.
Outrage erupts in the kitchen.
“What are we, just pieces of meat to you?”
“That’s an invasion of privacy, what the fuck!”
“Why were you looking in his bag for, what am I not adventurous for you that you're peeping in Jimin’s weird fetish bag?”
“It’s not a fetish bag, Hoseok, god, shut up.”
Namjoon and Yoongi have started backing up out of the room, but Seokjin comes up behind them, looping his arms over their shoulders. He's wearing a black latex bodysuit that’s too small on his shoulders, so it’s unzipped to his navel to allow for room.
“Yoongi, I found this weird fetish bag in your room, but look how nice this costume is, can I keep it? I promise to not reveal that you apparently have a mermaid kink.” Seokjin runs his hand up and down his arms, reveling in how shiny his body is.
"Oh Jesus, Seokjin." Yoongi groans, covering his eyes from certain areas of the costume where it's extremely tight. Jimin just nods in appreciation.
"Hey, also, wild shit but I think I just saw my darling child Jungkook sit in Taehyung's lap and ask him if he wanted a lap dance." Seokjin shakes his head like he isn't sure if he was hallucinating.
Jimin and Hoseok turn to each other, eyes wide as they both shout, "Finally!"
They grab each other to start creeping their way out into the living room to watch their two friends finally make a move on each other, but before they leave, Yoongi tugs on Jimin's arm.
“Please burn that catwoman suit.”
“Buy me a steak dinner and we can talk about it.” Jimin winks, backing up to follow Hoseok.
“Deal.” Yoongi’s eyes flash with warmth, and Jimin returns his look with a smile.
“Deal.”