resolutely, yours. | kth
summary: When your best-friend slash pain-in-your-ass, Kim Seokjin, drags you to a New Yearâs Eve party that you didnât want to go to in the first place, what better way is there to pass the time than to stay sober and watch all your classmates go berserk? Well, that is until Kim Taehyung steps into the picture, of course.
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 2.7k+
warnings: profanity, slight alcohol consumption, implied drug usage (two words only, i swear), college party antics should say enough
A/N: first fic of the year! W O O! this was supposed to be for taeâs birthday but i guess itâs fitting since it is the new year. a special thanks to miss mei @sugacouture for her likeness and @koushiningg aka the eternal hypewoman. this fic (drabble) is rly short but i do have a lot coming up in store! for now, hope u enjoy and happy new year everyone!
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You are going to murder Kim Seokjin.
The spiked punch that fills your red solo cup up to its brim has been waiting to be quaffed down for thirty-seven minutes now. Roughly five minutes before that, Seokjin had somehow managed to drag you through the front doors of the fraternity party heâs been wanting you to accompany him to for weeks now.
And it only takes ten minutes for the proclaimed party animal and people-person, Kim Seokjin, to vanish from your side. He leaves you to fend for yourself in a jungle full of plastered college studentsâpriorities at the moment are to either drink so much liquid regret that they canât even remember their own names, or to find someone to make out with when the clock strikes at midnight. From simple observation, you notice that most, if not everyone here, fall under both categories.
Well, the exception being you, of course.
One thing to note is that you actually do have a decent tolerance for alcohol. You were no stranger to it, and it would serve as a dutiful companion to you when times called for it. Like last week after your last final that you knew you fucking bombed.
However, the humidity of the room due to the accumulation of bodies that left little to no room for fresh air, in addition to the strong stench of alcohol mixed with sweat mixed with God knows what, just was not the ideal place for you to get wasted. It didnât stand close in comparison to drinking with a solid group of close friends, or by yourself in the comfort of your bed while a shitty rom-com plays in the background on your laptop.
The atmosphere is suffocating all of your sensesâ tears pricking at the corners of your eyes due to the strong odor of the room, the curled front pieces of your hair dampening and sticking to your temples, your mouth and throat dry as the Sahara Desert because, of fucking course, there is absolutely no water to be seen.
The small black dress and heels that Seokjin forced you to wear was worsening the situation greatlyâyour legs practically glued stuck to the stool you were sitting on, leading to ugly red marks and stinging skin if you tried to stand up.
You could not take being inside any longer. Instead of passing out from being piss drunk, you were almost adamant that you were going to pass out from the grueling mix of heat exhaustion and secondhand high.
Your grip on the solo cup significantly tightens, nearly crushing the plastic in half. You quickly stand up from the stool you were sitting in, the sensation akin to getting your legs waxed as you take a deep inhale through your nose, mentally preparing yourself to dive into this sea of financially obligated, depressed monsters.
Peculiarly, you manage to shove your way through a good chunk of the mass, your eyes set on the door that leads towards the balcony. Your ankles almost completely give into your weight a concerning number of times, and if it wasnât for all of the arms of oblivious partygoers that you had clung onto for dear life, you probably wouldnât be able to stand on your own two feet by now.
Solely occupied with trying to navigate your way through the crowd, you donât even realize that someone bumped into you and spilled your drink all over your dress until you reach the balcony. The cold, night breeze passes over your body, leaving chills on the huge wet patch on your dress. The one goddamn time your dress sees the light of day, you just so happen to find a way to ruin it.
âFucking hell!â You holler into the vacant balcony, your hands coming up to carefully poke at the wet patch on your dress. You wince as the soaked, freezing fabric comes in contact with your bare stomach. Angry, you chug down the rest of the drink inside your cup and chuck it off the balcony, too enraged to even react to its strong taste.
Shivering, you walk deeper onto the balcony, cradling yourself and staring at your shoes, a string of curses spewing from your lips. You scold yourself for not bringing a jacket while simultaneously plotting your revenge against Seokjin. A pair of black loafers intrude your vision, accompanied by a husky voice that calls out to you,
âOh shit, are you okay?â
Your head shoots up, your eyes meeting the ones of the man standing in front of you. He towers above you significantly despite you wearing heels. His eyes are only a tad obscured by the soft, brown curls of his hair, perfectly styled and gelled to have that âpurposefully messyâ look. The only difference being that models stood no chance against him when he was the blueprint himself. The black button up heâs clad in exquisitely accentuates every crevice of his lean, chiseled body. And his eyes that were already alluring on their own, were adorn with hazel-colored contacts that you swear you could stare at for hours upon hours. He is so otherworldly beautiful, you temporarily forget to breathe.
And you also forget that you are just staring at him, and he is staring back at you with a smile.
Times like this is when you wish you were at least a little buzzed. Sober âyouâ is way too socially inept to fend for themself sadly. âO-oh iâm fine, someone just spilled their drink on me.â
Maybe itâs the way the moon sits behind him and casts a halo-like glow around his figure or how heâs just been staring straight into your eyes this whole time, like itâs second nature whilst you can only hold eye contact with him for two seconds before instinctively shying away. To say that his presence frightened you was an understatement. You were about to take cover and hide under the patio table like a five-year-old if he kept looking at you like that.
He blinks, his mouth stretching into a wide grin, rectangular-shaped and having the ability to ease your nerves. He places his drink on a patio table, dusting his hands on his pants, âHere, Iâll get you some napkins, just stay here.â
Stunned, it isnât until he leaves that you yell out to him as he steps back inside the chaos, âThank you!â
You carefully sit down on a patio chair, your arms still wrapped around your shivering torso while you try to breathe warm air into your cupped hands.
The man steps out onto the balcony minutes later, his fists full of paper towels as he hands them to you. âHere you go.â
You graciously take them, blotting your dress with the paper towels, your nose scrunching at the scent of alcohol that you had no choice but to inhale. âThank you so much, really.â You sayâ still very much shocked to know that chivalry isn't quite dead yet. âItâs Taehyung, right?â
He nods, âYeah, and youâre Y/N?
Your pause, your hand hovering over your dress as you look up and nod with a forced smile, âNo but really, thank you. You didnât have to.â
âDonât worry about it, Iâm sorry that it happened in the first place,â he says apologetically, as if it was his fault, âit seems like everyoneâs already out of their minds, and it isnât even midnight yet.â
âHey, donât apologize,â you assure him, which seems to work because his eyes soften a bit, âbesides, I guess itâs my fault for coming here in the first place. I knew something like this was gonna happen and now here I am, smelling like cheap, convenience store vodka.â
He chuckles, and you swear youâve never been so elated to make someone laugh until now, âI somehow managed to beat the crowd. Iâve literally just been standing out here by myself for a good hour now.â
You sigh in envy, âMust be nice.â
âToo bad you couldnât make it, itâs been awfully quiet up here.â He says, pivoting on his heel to look at the rest of the empty balcony.
Your eyes trail to the commotion inside the house, the crowd still going strong, âAre we really the only sober ones here?â
He shakes his head, âNah, weâre just the only ones stupid enough to show up at a college party on New Yearâs Eve, expecting to have a good time sober while everyoneâs getting plastered.â
The unexpected truth pill causes you to enter a fit of laughter, small clouds of air leaving your mouth every time you exhale. He laughs along with you. âYeah we are pretty stupid, I do admit.â You concur, while rubbing at your arms that were covered in goosebumps.
âDo you want my jacket?â He asks you while pointing to the black blazer thatâs slung on top of the chair next to you.
You wrinkle your nose, âAre you sure?â
âYes, before I put it on you myself,â he giggles with a roll of his eyes.
Shaking your head, you grab the blazer and wrap it around your shoulders. You stand up from your seat and turn towards him, brow quirked. âA-are you not cold? Itâs fucking freezing out here.â
âIâm fine, I swear,â he counters, reaching out to help you slip your arms into his huge jacket sleeves, âIâm also not wearing a sleeveless dress.â He teases, eyeing you up and down as he takes in how oversized his jacket is on you. He thinks it looks much better when youâre wearing it, but he wonât tell you that.
âRightâŚâ you drag out, following his footsteps as he motions you to follow him towards the edge of the balcony.
You two stand next to each other, leaning against the edge, arms nearly brushing against one another.
âSo Taehyung, what brings you here in the first place?â You ask, knowing that he seems just as displeased to be here as much as you are.
âI got dragged here by a friend, Park Jimin, in particular.â He responds with a frown, âI have no idea where the fuck he is now, he literally left me as soon as we got here.â
Turning towards him incredulously, your brows raise and the corner of your lip curls into a smirk, âYou donât say.â
Confused, but also curious about the expression painted across your face, he quirks a brow, âHm?â
You close your mouth, crossing your arms tighter around yourself, âI got dragged here by a friend too. Kim Seokjin. That asshole left me as soon as we got here too.â
He steps back, scoffing in disbelief, âWow, we really just got stood up by our own friends.â Taehyung proclaims into the vacant balcony, for both him and youâ the thought of it sounding even more pathetic after being said out loud.
âTheyâre pretty goddamn close to losing that title now.â You quip, shaking your head in dismay.
His head rocks back, a lively laugh leaving his lips due to your comment which makes you smile at the fact that you are even able to make him laugh like this.
âDamn it Y/N, you shouldâve came out sooner, we couldâve been having a good time out here.â He tells you with a pout as his laughter starts to dwindle.
Sighing heavily, you too, feel regretful about the missed opportunity, âI really should have.â
He nudges you with his elbow, âAt least youâre here now.â
The bass-boosted music from inside the house ceases, the room becoming momentarily quieter while someone bellows out, âHey look, itâs the countdown!â
Everyoneâs focus shifts towards the gigantic flat screen TV that hung above the fireplace, making you realize where the fraternity funds truly go to. You and Taehyung exchange glances before shrugging and moving closer to all the commotion since it was New Yearâs Eve, above all.
He leans against the doorframe and you stay close to his side, the number ten flashing brightly on the screenâthe crowdâs shouts getting louder as it reaches the final ten seconds of the year.
Instead of shouting out the numbers with the rest of the mass, you and Taehyung are simply witnessing it all fold out in silence.
âEIGHT!â
âYou got any New Yearâs resolutions?!â You nudge him while attempting to yell over the noise.
His head whips towards you, âMe?!â
âSEVEN!â
Your brows furrow, âDoes it look like Iâm talking to anyone else?!â
His mouth splits into a grin once more, folding over in laughter just enough to meet eye-to-eye with you.
âSIX!â
âI mean! I didnât have one originally!â
The crease in your brows dissipate, âWell, what changed?!â
âFIVE!â
His head tilts to the side, âI came here!â
You mirror his head tilt, confused as ever, âUm, so you wanna go to more parties next year?!â
âFOUR!â
He slaps a palm against his forehead, âFrom what you know about me, does it look like I like parties?!â
âHow the hell would I know?!â
His jaw drops, âY/Nâ!â
âTHREE!â
ââI wanna get to know you better Y/N!â
Your jaw drops as well, âWhat?! Me?!â
âTWO!â
âIs there any other Y/N standing in front of me?!â
âIâ oh...â
âONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!â The crowd shouts together in unison despite all being under the influence. A confetti cannon erupts, flying around the room and falling into peopleâs hair as the mass starts to split into pairs, all partaking in the traditional New Yearâs kiss that you personally havenât had much luck in participating in yourself.
You rip your gaze away to look at Taehyung. He smiles, pulling a piece of confetti out of hair, making your cheeks flush. âHappy New Year, Y/N.â
âHappy New Year, Taehyung.â
The small amount of alcohol you consumed when you first stepped foot onto the balcony leaves you slightly buzzed. Just enough to leave you with the right amount of courage to vouch for the nickname.
You take a daring step towards the man in front of you, âI also have a resolution of my own, Taehyung.â
He takes an even more daring step towards you, having the audacity to lean downâ your faces only inches apart. âAnd what is that, may I ask?â
Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, you close the gap in between the two of you, locking your lips with his. The kiss isnât short enough to be a peck but isnât long enough to be considered making out. You pull away enough to be able to see his face, âIs to get to know you better too.â
He chuckles, âY/N, your lips taste like spiked punch.â
Pouting, you bump your forehead into his, âAll I drank was whatever you saw me have at the balcony, I swear.â
He pecks your nose, your frown immediately wiping away as he does so, âI trust you.â
You smile, giving him a peck on the mouth, âAs you should.â
âIâd kiss you again, but you probably canât stand being here any longer. Letâs get out of here.â He tells you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You slide your arm onto his, interlocking his fingers with your own, âI think youâve already completed your resolution Taehyung. You seem to know me so well already.â
Pushing through the crowd, he hooks an arm onto your waist while he shoves a path for you two to get through, âToo bad I donât know where you wanna go though.â
You hum, thinking for a moment before your grumbling stomach answers for you, âIâm hungry, letâs go grab burgers or something.â
You donât see the way Taehyung is fondly staring at you because youâre too busy trying to open the front door. At last, you manage to pry it open, stepping back outside while Taehyungâs holding you in his arms. Itâs not that cold this time.
Taehyungâs hands land on both of your shouldersâ turning you around to face him as he swiftly latches his lips onto yours. You stumble back, but his hand is quick to support you as he kisses you deeply. You kiss him back, letting your fingers curl around the curls of his hair.
He pulls back this time, letting his forehead rest on yours, âY/N, I think you are the one thatâs completed your resolution. How the hell did you know that I fucking love burgers?â
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MASTERLIST
JUMI THIS FIC !! ARE U KIDDING ME !!
And it only takes ten minutes for the proclaimed party animal and people-person, Kim Seokjin, to vanish from your side.
ah yes the friend who dips on oc to party on their own, you love to see it!! really do hope that oc yells at seokjin and makes him regret leaving her because ?? what kind of friend is he???
You were no stranger to it, and it would serve as a dutiful companion to you when times called for it. Like last week after your last final that you knew you fucking bombed.
i love healthy coping mechanisms <3
It didnât stand close in comparison to drinking with a solid group of close friends, or by yourself in the comfort of your bed while a shitty rom-com plays in the background on your laptop.
agreed but actually this applies to everything in life!! id rather be on my own or with my close friends than doing anything else with strangers lmao
The atmosphere is suffocating all of your sensesâ tears pricking at the corners of your eyes due to the strong odor of the room, the curled front pieces of your hair dampening and sticking to your temples, your mouth and throat dry as the Sahara Desert because, of fucking course, there is absolutely no water to be seen.
this paragraph !! the amount of detail youve put in jumi!! i absolutely love it!! and the way you express ocâs frustration when you say of fucking course !! its chefs kiss
Your grip on the solo cup significantly tightens, nearly crushing the plastic in half. You quickly stand up from the stool you were sitting in, the sensation akin to getting your legs waxed as you take a deep inhale through your nose, mentally preparing yourself to dive into this sea of financially obligated, depressed monsters.
again !! i love this paragraph! especially the last sentence and to dive into this sea of financially obligated, depressed monsters!! it made me laugh! also im truly amazed by your ability to include so many little details and things into one paragraph, miss jumi!! please just teach me your ways!!
He towers above you significantly despite you wearing heels. His eyes are only a tad obscured by the soft, brown curls of his hair, perfectly styled and gelled to have that âpurposefully messyâ look. The only difference being that models stood no chance against him when he was the blueprint himself. The black button up heâs clad in exquisitely accentuates every crevice of his lean, chiseled body. And his eyes that were already alluring on their own, were adorn with hazel-colored contacts that you swear you could stare at for hours upon hours. He is so otherworldly beautiful, you temporarily forget to breathe.
JUMI !! the way you describe taehyung here, its just so good !! i can totally picture him and the scene--how oc looks up and just sees him in front of her, all pretty and shit!! also in general, i feel the description fits tae perfectly,, the purposefully messy look, thats literally him lmaoÂ
He places his drink on a patio table, dusting his hands on his pants, âHere, Iâll get you some napkins, just stay here.â
Stunned, it isnât until he leaves that you yell out to him as he steps back inside the chaos, âThank you!â
okay but taehyung being the definition of a gentleman?? i literally can not. im already falling in love with him fgfssdf
âThank you so much, really.â You sayâ still very much shocked to know that chivalry isnât quite dead yet.
i see what you did there miss jumi and yes, i do very much approve and like
âItâs Taehyung, right?â
He nods, âYeah, and youâre Y/N?
OH so they know each other huh?
He chuckles, and you swear youâve never been so elated to make someone laugh until now, âI somehow managed to beat the crowd. Iâve literally just been standing out here by myself for a good hour now.â
You sigh in envy, âMust be nice.â
âToo bad you couldnât make it, itâs been awfully quiet up here.âÂ
how do they have so much chemistry already?? literally what!! the flirting? please just get out,, my heart cant take it
âDo you want my jacket?â He asks you while pointing to the black blazer thatâs slung on top of the chair next to you.
You wrinkle your nose, âAre you sure?â
âYes, before I put it on you myself,â he giggles with a roll of his eyes.
STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP this is too much and too cute-Â
âIâm fine, I swear,â he counters, reaching out to help you slip your arms into his huge jacket sleeves, âIâm also not wearing a sleeveless dress.â He teases, eyeing you up and down as he takes in how oversized his jacket is on you. He thinks it looks much better when youâre wearing it, but he wonât tell you that.
im not- what is this miss jumi !! the fuck are these two so cute for???Â
âDamn it Y/N, you shouldâve came out sooner, we couldâve been having a good time out here.â He tells you with a pout as his laughter starts to dwindle.
Sighing heavily, you too, feel regretful about the missed opportunity, âI really should have.â
He nudges you with his elbow, âAt least youâre here now.â
i have absolutely no words. truly. what. my heart cant take this.Â
âYou got any New Yearâs resolutions?!â You nudge him while attempting to yell over the noise.
His head whips towards you, âMe?!â
âSEVEN!â
Your brows furrow, âDoes it look like Iâm talking to anyone else?!â
His mouth splits into a grin once more, folding over in laughter just enough to meet eye-to-eye with you.
the way they tease each other oh my god are you kidding me?? i really adore both oc and tae so much, especially together!!
You mirror his head tilt, confused as ever, âUm, so you wanna go to more parties next year?!â
âFOUR!â
He slaps a palm against his forehead, âFrom what you know about me, does it look like I like parties?!â
âHow the hell would I know?!â
His jaw drops, âY/Nâ!â
âTHREE!â
ââI wanna get to know you better Y/N!â
Your jaw drops as well, âWhat?! Me?!â
âTWO!â
âIs there any other Y/N standing in front of me?!â
âIâ ohâŚâ
oc is kinda dense LMAO but honestly cant blame her for assuming things, i wouldnt either if im talking to the kim taehyung. but also god again, these two are so goddamn cute!! the way they tease each other just- chefs kiss!! the banter is truly to die for!
âI also have a resolution of my own, Taehyung.â
He takes an even more daring step towards you, having the audacity to lean downâ your faces only inches apart. âAnd what is that, may I ask?â
Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, you close the gap in between the two of you, locking your lips with his. The kiss isnât short enough to be a peck but isnât long enough to be considered making out. You pull away enough to be able to see his face, âIs to get to know you better too.â
SDFGSF good for oc honestly you just love to see the bravery and courage !! the fact that she grabbed his collar and made the first move- not gonna get over it thank you very much
âIâd kiss you again, but you probably canât stand being here any longer. Letâs get out of here.â He tells you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
i- i dont even know what to say oh god this is all so cute i can barely take it
Taehyungâs hands land on both of your shouldersâ turning you around to face him as he swiftly latches his lips onto yours. You stumble back, but his hand is quick to support you as he kisses you deeply. You kiss him back, letting your fingers curl around the curls of his hair.
He pulls back this time, letting his forehead rest on yours, âY/N, I think you are the one thatâs completed your resolution. How the hell did you know that I fucking love burgers?â
JUMI literally stop please because dfgss this is truly the cutest thing ive ever read !! i just really love the entire thing with the new yearâs resolution and how you bring it up until the very end!! its just so great and cute :( actually everything abt this fic is just so great!! like truly, my hearts melted into a puddle at this point and im just sad because theres no kim taehyung in my life,,, truly, your ability to make me fall in love with every version of kim taehyung youve written its unmatched


















