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Park Jimin has a strong dislike for parties.
Kim Taehyung has a strong liking of dragging Park Jimin to parties.
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"Where're those black skinny jeans I bought you?"
"No."
"And that thigh length pullover sweater, where's that?"
"Choke on a brick Tae Tae."
A loud dramatic gasp spikes the air. "Who do you think you are?! Ooh, these boots are perfect for your outfit."
A squishy small ball curled up on the queen bed wearing grey sweat pants and an over sized black shirt that slipped off delectable shoulders goes by the name Park Jimin. Jimin's dark doe eyes are set in a glare on the other in the bedroom while his pouty soft pink lips frown deeply. "I'm not going to the stupid party!"
A tall adorable dolled up giant known as Taehyung (or V and Tae Tae courtesy of Jimin) has his ass in the air while the rest of his body is head first in an open messy closet with clothes spilling out by his feet and various shoes knocked upside down split away from their significant other. "Yes you are Chim Chim." the giant sets aside a pair of black laced up combat boots and dives back in his search for the specific skinny jeans and sweater.
Jimin huffs cutely. "It's cold, parties suck, and I refuse to leave this bed damn it."
Taehyung throws a blank look over his shoulder at his best friend.
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"What kind of friend are you? Ugh I hate you so much right now." Jimin informs Tae who's all smiles and sunshine beside him. They're both standing outside of Jimin's house and the crisp winter air of November is brittle against their tangled bodies. Jimin would love nothing more than to throw his best friend's arm off of his but he's cold despite how warm and fluffy Tae dressed him, so he settles for verbal attacks instead. "You're a butt face. A traitor butt face. I don't like you anymore. Quit moving and bring your arm back here damn it, I'm fucking cold. Who the hell are we waiting out here for anyway? Ugh. I can't stand you Tae. I hate parties."
Taehyung ignores Jimin's rattling and quickly sends a flurry of texts to someone on his phone. Jimin whines again when he pulls his arm away to shove his phone back in his pocket and then growls like a puppy when he fishes it back out after it vibrates and dings.
"Staaaaaay still Tae Tae." Jimin whines.
"Jiminieeeeeee they're almost here. You excited?"
"Who is they? and no." Jimin deadpans just as a flash of headlights scour their shadowed bodies. The black Jeep pulls up to the curb seconds later and loud music blasts out the tinted windows. Jimin recognizes the car immediately and groans. "I'm going home." Jimin turns to march right back up his driveway but in the span of five seconds he hears the car door open, the loud music intensifies in volume, Taehyung giggles and Jimin has strong arms laced in a vice like grip around his waist before he's being tugged backwards into the warm stuffy car and placed on a comfortable lap. He's not surprised that the rest of the occupants are lapped up because the owner of the car never fails to breach the maximum of passengers.
"Hoseokey!" Jimin doesn't know what irritates him more; Tae's chirpy voice that unsurprisingly overlaps the music or the arms that belong to none other than Jeon Jeongguk, the stupid jock who won't leave him alone and is also said owner of car. He's going to kill Taehyung.
"It's not always that I get to see you dress up so sexily," Jeongguk purrs against the outer shell of Jimin's right ear. "You look very nice." Jimin knows better than this, he knows that right after Jeongguk is done with his compliments, he'll throw in something sexual. "Your clothes would look nicer on my bedroom floor."
WHOOP there it is. Jimin growls and turns to glare at his captive. "I will end you."
Jeongguk smirks. "I'm all yours baby doll."
Jimin sputters before grasping enough words to form an eligible sentence. "Jaebum-hyung I want to sit on your lap." Jimin demands as he tries to lift himself up from Jeongguk‘s. He misses the way Jaebum shakes his head with amusement because Jungkook's arms tighten ten fold across his waist and he squeaks at the sudden pressure before falling back against a broad warm chest.
"You wound me." the jock nips Jimin's tiny ear. Before Jimin can react, the Jeep suddenly tumbles over a series of bumps which causes loud yelps to fill the car. "Oi Yugyeom! Don't rough ride my angel!"
The driver cackles out an apology and then someone shrieks, "Those were fucking speed bumps Yugyeom!"
Jimin groans defeated and deflates against Jeongguk who noses the soft visible skin against Jimin's neck. "You smell good too." Jeongguk murmures throatily and presses one of his hands down the thick roves of Jimin's left thigh. "And I wouldn't mind having these," here, Jeongguk grabs a handful of both of Jimin's thighs, "wrapped around me. You wore these jeans to distract me?"
Jimin tips his head to the side and ignores the thundering of his heart in favor of giving Jungkook a side glare. "Nothing I do is for you nor will I do anything ever for you. Kiss my ass. Wait fuck, shit, don't say a damn-"
"Is that an invite Park Jimin?" Jeongguk purrs teasingly and yeah, Jimin is definitely killing Taehyung.