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Namjoon cringed as yet another person barely squeezed passed him without spilling their drinks but with his toes definitely stepped on.
“Why are we even here, hyung? This isn’t our usual scene. Definitely too many people here for your antisocial ass,” he whines as he travels with his best friend Yoongi through the loud and entirely too crowded frat house. (Although, that title was up for debate after tonight.
“I promised Taehyung we’d be here,” the smaller man says with a shrug, his hand gripping the back of Namjoon’s shirt as he used him like a shield to get through the crowd.
“Are you telling me you dragged me here to get laid? What the fuck?”
Yoongi snorts and pokes his back. “No. Tae wanted us here because it’s some charity thing tonight. All the entry fees go towards...I dunno. Sick kids or something. I don’t remember, but he looked cute when he asked.”
“Fuck, I hate you so much.”
Namjoon pouted as he helped lead them to what seemed like a living room. All the electronics were blocked off, but there were a shitload of chairs and a few couches. Thankfully, one of the loveseats was empty, so he headed towards it. Yoongi finally detached himself once they were safe and they both took up the entire thing. He sighed as he was finally somewhat safe from harming himself or others and took to observing the room.
“Where is your...whatever he is. Boyfriend-even-though-you-won’t-admit-it?” he asks.
Yoongi rolled his eyes and nodded towards the kitchen where everyone seemed to be gathered around a table filled with drinks and food. Taehyung had obviously been waiting for him to make eye-contact, because as soon as he did he was met with a boxy grin and a happy wave.
He notices the person standing next to Taehyung too, although he couldn’t be blamed for that. Everyone noticed that one.
“Oh yeah,” Yoongi begins with a loud clearing of his throat. He suspiciously stared at the other side of the room despite the fact that he was clearly talking to Namjoon. “Tae wanted us to meet his best friend tonight, too.”
Namjoon really didn’t like the tone of his friend’s voice.
“Did he. His best friend Park Jimin, the ridiculously popular cheerleader who everyone already knows?”
Yoongi shrugged. “Well, it’s different knowing of him and actually knowing him, right?” He had a point, but something still felt off. Yoongi was being shifty, and that was never a good thing.
While he had been trying to puzzle it out, the two men in question were suddenly before him. Tae spared him a quick grin before dropping to the floor in front of the couch, Yoongi’s hand quick to lace itself into the other’s hair like he was petting a puppy. They both were smiling enough to make Namjoon roll his eyes. A slight throat clearing brought his attention back to the other guy, and his head shot back around to look up at Park Jimin. He’d seen him quite often, as the other was in a few of his classes. He thinks he had even been a part of one of his group projects last year, but he’d never been this close to him before. He had to admit that he was...beautiful. His fluffy black hair had an almost windblown look to it from his habit of running his hands through it. He was tiny but obviously strong thanks to his athleticism.
“Cute,” Namjoon said unthinkingly, blinking as he came back to himself. He blushed and clamored for something to say as Jimin’s smile turned to a cocky smirk.
“Is this seat taken?” Jimin asked as he came closer to the couch.
Namjoon scrunched his brow as he tried to figure out what seat before...ohhhh.
His lap was suddenly filled with a plump ass that felt surprisingly firm against his thighs. Up close, he notices that Jimin smells like oranges. His hands instinctively go towards the other’s thighs to balance him. When Jimin’s hands simply lay over the top of his instead of removing them, he decides to just try to be chill and pretend he didn’t notice. He feels something shaking to the left of him, and turns to stare stupidly at his best friend who is silently laughing at him.
I hate you, he mouthed at him.
“Namjoon,” Jimin whined cutely to draw his attention back to him. He was pouting even as his eyes were clearly laughing at his pain. “You never come to these. I’ve been waiting forever.”
“Uh, I’m sorry? I just...hyung and I usually drink at home when we need to. Uh. Parties are...not our thing.”
“But this one is okay, right? I’ll keep you company,” Jimin smiled cutely, his eyelashes fluttering.
Was he? He couldn’t be flirting with Namjoon, of all people? No.
“Thanks, I guess. Uh, should we get drinks?”
“I got it!” Taehyung yells and jumps up. “You just keep Jiminie safe there. Whiskey, babe?” he asks Yoongi, leaning over to kiss him.
“Yup. Plain beer for Joon,” he presses a quick kiss to Tae’s lips and swats his ass as he walks away laughing.
Jimin sighs and looks back at Namjoon. “They’re cute, right?”
“Yeah, pretty cute. Still weird seeing Yoongi with someone so outgoing, but I guess they balance each other well.”
Jimin nods. “I think so. What about you?”
“Me?”
“Are you...seeing anyone?”
Namjoon chuckles awkwardly. “No. Too shy and too busy.”
“Hmmm,” Jimin hums, leaning his body further into Namjoon’s chest. “Good for me, then.”
“What?”
“Imagine my surprise when I learn that Taehyung’s boyfriend’s best friend is none other than the guy I’ve had a fat crush on since last year.”
Namjoon feels like his brain has fried.
“What?”
Jimin giggles and peeks up at Namjoon through his lashes.
“I was thinking we could go to that festival at school tomorrow. Just the two of us.”
“Like a date?” Namjoon gawks with wide eyes as he tries to make sense of what’s happening.
Park Jimin, sex on legs, the man that literally everyone on campus would sell their left nut to sleep with was asking him out?
“Yeah, like a date.”
“Okay,” because really, what else can you say to that?
Jimin smiles like he’d just offered him the sun. Taehyung wanders back with their drinks and winks at Namjoon’s stupefied expression.
“All good, guys?”
“Perfect, Tae Tae. Namjoonie is my boyfriend now,” Jimin declared.
Yoongi’s laughter was suddenly loud and cackling. “Welcome to the club, my friend,” he smacks Namjoon’s shoulder. “Taehyung bulldozed his way towards me too. It’s their gift.”
“Shut up. You were totally coming onto me first,” Taehyung whined, taking up a similar spot in Yoongi’s lap. He looked like a Great Dane sitting in the lap of a terrier.
“Wait, was this a setup?” Namjoon asks as his brain seems to finally restart.
Jimin blushes and chews his bottom lip. “Maybe.”
“Oh my God,” Namjoon exclaims. “Park Jimin has a crush on me.”
The other two laugh as Namjoon stares down at Jimin’s sheepish grin, his hands tightening around Jimin’s tiny ones.
“Oh my God,” his voice laced with awe. “I’m dating Park Jimin.”
“And,” Jimin begins, his tongue flicking out to wet his marshmallow lips. “You could make out with him too if you want.”
“Oh my God,” Namjoon whispers.