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Jeon Jungkook doesn’t let any bullshit pass. So, of course he’s pissed when there’s a lit party on campus and it’s not his.
All he’s been hearing since the crack of dawn is “see you at Kim’s party” or “Are you going to Kim’s party?” and he can’t fucking stand it. So, of course it’s natural for him to go check it out, maybe fuck it up a bit.
“Damn, Jeon. I didn’t believe you’d come.” Namjoon yells over the music, a drink in hand before he inches closer, to Jungkook’s ear-
“Just a heads up, you’ve probably fucked more than half of the population of this party”
He says before patting him on the back and going his own way.
Jungkook scoffs, scanning the house and seeing his rival's name written all over it. It was a luxurious villa, probably his parents house, where everything looked liked it cost over a thousand bucks.
All eyes fell on him, just as he knew they would. He basically runs the party life out here. Jungkook walks through the staring throng, finds a shot of liquor and throws it back, finally loosening up after the sting burns its way down his throat.
After a second shot, the familiar numbness returns and he actually starts enjoying for fucks sake. He spots someone who he thinks is Lily Austin, who’s in his English lesson, he doesn’t remember much before he has her against a wall, kissing her guts out.
“Fuck you got really good at that.” She mutters, already breathless.
Jungkook just leans in, nodding to that.”
He’s already leading her to the bathroom, picking up a bigger drink on the way.
He looks both ways, one hand gripping onto his glass and the other tugging at the lady who’s name was…wait. What was her name? Damn.. Oh well- he’s looking for the bathroom when he stumbles, his drink flies out of the cup and sloshes onto-
“WATCH IT!”
Jungkook looks up, his dazed expression quickly replaced with disgust when he sees who he’s stumbled into.
Kim Taehyung is staring him down, his now-brown tank top dripping liquor.
Jungkook can’t fucking take him, his smuggish eyes and his chatty mouth, he wants to punch him out of the way or something.
“Erm, it’s your fault, you were in my way” Jungkook retorts, proceeding to lead the girl to the bathroom when he feels a tug on his hoodie, which makes him trip backwards.
“What the fuc-”
“You can’t get away with that like you get away with everything else, Jeon,” Taehyung grits, stepping into his space.
“Oh yeah? Well fuck you, for thinking everything’s about you, Kim-”
Kim’s hand shoots out, gripping his collar, ready to shove, but Jungkook doesn’t flinch. He just inches closer and says,
“Well, God forbid that I wanted to get some action, you pissant. Now go fuck off and be a good little host for this party.”
Taehyung looks surprisingly calm and Jungkook fucking hates it, but it seems to work as he lets go of his collar and gives him a look so vitriolic that Jungkook thinks he might start a fight, right here;
But Kim shrugs, “‘Gave me a reason to take off my shirt.”
He peels his shirt off, and ties it around his head like a bandana. Leaving the crowd gawking.
Jungkook scoffs “Let’s fucking go, now” he's so insufferable
But when he looked around, the girl he was with disappeared.
He grunts in frustration “Hell nah.” Then sets out to grab another girl to make-out with.
He finds a blonde who was eyeing him down, he kisses his anger into her, bruising and fierce, she seems to be into it. Perfect.
*
Taehyung finds another shot and downs the liquid in one go. He’s so fucking angry and he needs to let it out, but he doesn’t know how;
So, he takes another shot while walking outside, the cool air hitting his bare torso. He even finding a vape on his way to the pool. He should be worried about how he’ll get this place clean tomorrow but, he’s too high for that.
He jumps into the pool, turning down four girls who want to hook up.
Instead, he takes another shot. He’s riding the wave of the music and alcohol, the party moving in flashes and cuts, all he can perceive is the fact that he’s having fun. And that’s enough.
For now.
He views the party from the outside, needing to join a group as his thoughts threaten to overwhelm him.
From the pool, he can see every glass room and corner of the house, mapping out who’s where. He spots that foreign student—Jackson Wang, or something like that—alone in the guest room. Then he sees—
Oh shit, he sees Jeon making out with someone in a room upstairs. For some messed up reason, Taehyung cannot take his eyes off of them. Maybe he’s still angry at that ignorant bastard.
He pulls himself together and spots Jimin, Yoongi, who are his classmates, and some other girls talking at the bar. He decides to join them, hoisting himself out of the pool as water drips off of him and he enters inside again.
*
Jungkook can’t feel anything but pleasure.
It’s all he seeks to feel as he pushes his hips out again, chasing the feeling. All he can hear is the music pounding around him, the sound of his breaths and of course, the girl’s sighs as he grinds against her.
He turns them around, pins her to the glass window as he deepens the kiss, she moves from his mouth to his neck. Fuck, he takes support of the glass, too drunk to balance, when he spots a lone figure in the pool.
He groans when the girl nips at his jaw, but finds himself looking at the figure again, his vision is hazy but he can tell that the person is sitting alone. He finds himself feeling a weird sense of curiosity- Wait, he has to finish this. He’s way too drunk to think this much, so he just drops to his knees and gets the job done.
*
“Taeeeee, you made it!” Jimin drunkenly remarks, waving his cup of beer at him.
“Yup, I decided to catch the fun gang,” Taehyung slurs, grabbing two shots and downing them like it’s nothing. Yoongi gives him a strange look. Taehyung raises an eyebrow and, without missing a beat, grabs two more.
Lacy, one of the girls behind the bar, makes her way to the group, “Who wants to dance?”
Taehyung can’t remember what happens next. All he knows is that he’s dancing. He’s dancing and of course, drinking. One shot, and then a whole cup of something he can’t even name
Before he knows it, his vision blurs, and the disco lights smear into a rainbow. He decides to close his eyes for just a second, but when he opens them again, Jimin and Yoongi are pulling him out of the dance circle and towards the stairs.
“Hey hey heyyy, where ‘dya think you’re taking me?” he hears himself mumble.
“Shit, Tae, you’re more than fucking wasted!
Jimin looks concerned,
If you don’t get your ass to your bedroom this instant,I will call this party quits and your reputation would be tainted-”
“But-”
“Buh Buh Buh, go on, I'll handle the party.” Yoongi says firmly, serious about it.
Taehyung can barely tell who’s talking to him, so he caves. “Alright, Alright, but I can take care of myself.”
He pushed up from where he was sagging and used every ounce of his strength to haul himself up the stairs.
“That’s bullshit,” He mumbles to himself and scoffs, “Like I can’t handle myself at a party. Too drunk? I'm not too drunk” Taehyung stumbles into the first room he comes across, flopping onto the bed, before passing out.
*
The sharp rays of the sun jolt Jungkook awake. His eyes squint against the brightness, and fuck- he can’t feel his arm. Where is he? This isn’t his bed…..- Some girl’s house, probably.- Fuck-he can’t even MOVE his arm.
Jungkook tries to pull his numb arm towards him-
It didn’t move.
Because it wasn’t numb.
It wasn’t broken,
His breath catches, and he turns towards his side,
His hand wouldn’t budge
Not because it couldn’t, But-
Because something was on top of it.
Warm. Solid and Breathing.
He was in bed with Kim Taehyung.