He was a gruesome, tired looking boy and he was Jimin’s first love. Yoongi was 353 years old when they met but looked like he was 25 or so. No wonder he was so tired. His hair was a darkening and pleasant gray tone, a little dry and fading but it still felt impossibly soft in between Jimin’s fingers. His body was littered with scars he obtained from his reckless and hot tempered tendencies, but Jimin still was attracted to Yoongi the way the earth is to the sun. Still gorgeous and beautiful and everything Jimin had been waiting for in his long, miserable life, no matter how terribly broken Yoongi was.

Yoongi loved Jimin like nobody ever did. Yoongi didn’t mind Jimin’s chubby cheeks, he thought they were cute and enduring; he eased Jimin into being comfortable with his body. Yoongi didn’t mind Jimin’s scars, he wanted to help the younger love himself than be disgusted that Jimin wore the evidence that he didn’t on his skin. Yoongi didn’t even mind Jimin himself, as a whole. He loved all of Jimin, Yoongi did. And Jimin has never been able to say that about anyone else before.

And of course, Jimin loved Yoongi; how could he not? Yoongi made the most alluring and beautiful of music, he had nearly 400 years of time to travel the world, to study all sorts of noises and melodies– of course Min Yoongi’s was completely unique. He knew everything that had already been done.

Even better, Yoongi gifted Jimin with a song every year on his birthday for the 37 years they were together. Those were the best 37 years of Jimin’s life. He suddenly didn’t hate living so much, he suddenly loved himself as well as Yoongi. He found himself discovering more and more about himself as he melted and drowned under Yoongi’s pretty piano fingers and low, raspy voice. Jimin told Yoongi he’d do anything for him and he meant it.

Those 37 years were also the last of Yoongi’s life.

When you’ve lived as long as Yoongi, you’re bound to make some enemies, deadly and dangerous ones if one lived like Yoongi did. He burned brightly but that just meant he was quicker to go out.

It was people Yoongi had known in Japan, decades ago. They kidnapped the both of them.

Yoongi had been the subject of affection of a young girl, who had fallen in love with him. But Yoongi only stayed in Japan for several months and studied piano music with the girl. Little did he know, the girl’s brother was a leader of a powerful gang.

How could he have known?

It’s ridiculously rare, but sometimes, nearly never, when one falls in love with another and they disappear, not die but disappear, one falls to insanity. It’s a harsh loss, rejection. In a world of living forever, the only thing worse than life was being crazy and alive.

And that’s what happened to the girl and her brother was out for revenge.

“Leave us alone.” Yoongi had said, holding a gun (that Jimin didn’t know they had) in his hand. “Get out of our fucking apartment.”

The man grinned. “No.”

Jimin lost track of the conversation when Yoongi and the boy began rapid firing Japanese. He could pick up small words he learned from watching animes like “baka”.

And then everything went black.

When Jimin woke up, there was a gun placed nicely in his hands.

Everything was fuzzy, like static screens and dark, like night. Jimin’s hair felt wet and he realized it was from his own blood. Jimin’s immediate thought wasn’t the fact that he couldn’t seem to move his legs or that the gun was bitterly cold against his skin, it was Yoongi.

“Jiminie.” A familiar voice said.

No, it wasn’t just a familiar voice, for Jimin didn’t need to hear it to recognize it. Jimin would know that noise anywhere. Underneath the sounds of screaming waves, over the highest mountain on earth; it didn’t matter. Jimin would swim to the bottom of the ocean, would climb every mountain on earth to find it. He had all the time in the world, after all. It was the love of his life. It was Yoongi. It was always Yoongi.

“Jiminie.” Yoongi said again. “You’re awake.”

“Yes.” Jimin whimpered. He did not hurt from his head or his legs, he hurt from the shakiness and choking in Yoongi’s words. “Are you alright?”

“Fine.” Yoongi said. Lies. “Shoot me.”

“W–what?” Jimin stuttered. “What? No!”

The thing with soulmates and immortality is this: the person you love holds more than just your heart, they hold your life in their hands. If one wishes for the nothingness known as dying, only their true love can gift them with it.

“Jimin, please.” Yoongi’s voice was shaking. “Please do it. For me.”

“For you?” Jimin stuttered. He felt his heart slow down, nearly to nothing. There was nothing before Min Yoongi and there certainly would be nothing after. “How could that possibly be for you? I’m not hurting you, Yoongi-hyung! I love you– I owe you everything! I can’t just–”

“Turn the lights on, you bastards. Let me see him.” Yoongi was–

The lights turned on.

Yoongi was crying.

The room was filled with men, beady eyes and cruel grins. All Jimin wanted was Yoongi.

“Yoongi, please, whatever they want–”

“They want one of us to die, Jiminie.” Yoongi whispered.

Tears were streaming down his face shamelessly. That was the most beautiful thing about Yoongi: his shamelessness. He loved things shamelessly, even if he loved few things. He loved photography shamelessly, he took a picture everywhere they went. He loved their dog, Holly, shamelessly and would cuddle with him often. He loved music shamelessly, not afraid to admit it’s one of the few things he’ll always have.

And Jimin. He loves Jimin shamelessly, pridefully, like it was an honor to have Jimin with him. Jimin was suppose to be like music, Yoongi was suppose to have Jimin forever.

“We have guns! We can–”

“There’s only one bullet in there kid.” Someone said. “You’re outnumbered.”

“Please.” Yoongi whimpered. “I–if you don’t, they–they’ll force you anyways. A–and if I’m gonna die, I want you to kill me.”

“I’m the only one who can kill you, idiot!” Jimin found his voice raising as tears began to roll down his face. “They can’t make me do anything!”

“Jiminie, they’ll force your hand. Please.”

“Why can’t I die then?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Because I can’t.”

“What? Kill me? And you think I can do that to you?”

“I can’t.” Yoongi repeated.

“I fucking can’t either!”

“Look kid–” A man started moving toward Jimin, a gun in hand.

“Step the fuck away from him!” Yoongi screeched, the first time he’s raised his voice. “Get the fuck away! I said let me do it!”

The man backed away.

“I said I can’t okay?” Yoongi repeated, glaring but Jimin saw through it. Underneath his cold, malicious eyes, Jimin knew Yoongi loved Jimin.

“What do you even–”

“I can’t!” Yoongi screamed again. “I can’t live without you, alright?”

“Yoongi–” Jimin choked his screaming back. He was still dizzy from the blood loss and fuck he still couldn’t feel his legs.

“No! I can’t okay? You say I’m the stronger one, but I’m not. You are! I won’t last without you! I can’t spend another four hundred years fucking miserable out of my mind! I can’t spend the rest of eternity without you! Get that through your idiotic, thick, brain!”

“I–” Jimin gasped for air, unable to breathe. “I can’t live without you either, Yoongi. Don’t do this to me, I can’t–”

“You’re beautiful.” Yoongi whispered. “And you’ll fall for someone else soon. There’s going to be someone without me.”

“There’s nothing without you, Yoongi!”

“As much as I hate it.” Yoongi shivered, stepping closer to Jimin. There seemed to be an unknown electricity surrounding them and the closer Yoongi came, the more Jimin seemed to die himself. “I want you to find someone after me. Make sure he’ll hold you like I did, make sure he’ll sing you songs and have a dog as nice as Holly with you and let you cook him shitty eggs. Make sure he’ll love you as good as I did. Please.”

“Yoongi–”

“I don’t care. You aren’t dying. You once told me you’d do anything for me. Do this. Kill me and keep living. And then move on.”

“I– please Yoonie…” Jimin whimpered helplessly, calling him a name that Yoongi despised. “D–don’t make me.”

“Kill me.” Yoongi says. “If I die in your arms I’ll die happy.”

Yoongi was all of a sudden in front of Jimin without the younger noticing. He was smiling a gentle smile, the one he reserved just for Jimin, the one that made Jimin feel like the most beautiful boy in the world, the one that made Jimin want to live.

Shameless. Yoongi was so shamelessly in love with Jimin.

Jimin crumpled to the floor, sobbing and sobbing and sobbing. He was so fucking angry. Angry at the Japanese girl and her brother. Angry at Yoongi. Angry at the world. Angry at himself.

Jimin loves Yoongi so much, so much that he’d do anything for the boy.

Even this.

He would bare the burden of loneliness for all of eternity, because it’s what Yoongi wanted. 

“Shh.” Yoongi said, petting Jimin’s hair back the way he liked and Jimin savored his touches because hell, when will anyone ever touch him again like this? With Yoongi’s piano fingers? “Baby, please don’t cry.”

“I love you.” Jimin said into Yoongi’s chest. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I know.”

“Let me see you one more time, Yoonie.” Jimin requested.

Yoongi tugged Jimin away.

And he was so beautiful it hurt to look at him.

His hair was no longer a fading gray but a deep black, slightly curly just the way Jimin liked it. His skin was still pale but softer. He was still as glorious and gorgeous and perfect as the first day Jimin saw him. He was still everything Jimin ever wanted, everything Jimin could ever want.

“I love you.” Yoongi smiled, pressing his forehead against Jimin’s. “I love you and these past 37 years has been the best of my life and I’m so incredibly happy. Thank you, you’ve made me so happy. The fact that– that you’ll do this for me. The fact that you’re willing to suffer for an unknown amount of time for me makes me so incredibly happy. Thank you so much for loving me Park Jimin. I’m so sorry.”

“I love you.” Jimin whispered. “I love you. Anything for you.”

“W–will you sing for me? As you do... it?”

“Yes.”

“Here.” Yoongi moved the gun over his chest, right at his heart. “It’s perfect. This beating box in my chest isn’t mine anyways. It’s your’s. My heart– it’s always been your’s Park Jimin. Take it. Please sing to me. Sing the first song I gave to you.”

“Ojik neo hanaman boyeo/na ojik neo bakken anboyeo.”

“Your voice has always been so beautiful.” Yoongi smiled against Jimin’s lips and breathed their song in.

“Bwa gongjeonghaji gongpyeonghaji neohante bbaegon da/ijen dan harudo neo eobsineun please.”

“Please sing more, when I’m gone.”

“Kkwak jabajwo nal anajwo/can you trust me, can you trust me, can you trust me/kkwak kkeureoanajwo”

“Take care of Holly, he always loved you more than me.”

“Kkwak jabajwo, nal anajwo/can you trust me, can you trust me/jebal jebal jebal kkeureoanajwo.”

“And don’t forget to eat every meal, Park Jimin. You don’t need to lose any weight. You’re perfect.”

“Yeojeonhi neoegeseon bichina/yeojeonhi hyanggi naneun kkot gata.”

“Or I’ll come back as a ghost to haunt you.”

“Ije nareul midojwo dasi nareul jabajwo/neoreul neuggil su ittge nareul kkeureoanajwo.”

“Don’t forget what I said.”

“Neo eobsin sumeul swil su eobseo nan/neo eobsin amugeotdo anya nan.”

“That there will be someone after me. Make sure they love you like I love you.”

“Dachil mameul yeoreojwo nae simjangeul jeoksyeojwo/neoreul neuggil su ittge nareul kkeureoanajwo.”

“I love you. Please do it.”

Jimin pressed his lips against Yoongi’s once more.

“I love you too.”

And with his hands in his first love’s, in his arms, Park Jimin pulled the trigger.

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Taehyung is standing in front of the slightly dirty mirror in his and Guk’s apartment, trying to determine if he looked good. 

Tae had curled his hair slightly, the color was red and fading, he had to dye it again soon. He decided to wear a simple crism v-neck, a leather jacket over it to hide how plain the shirt was. His neck was adorned with a thin chocker and he wore his small black stud earrings. His legs were tightly dressed with tight black pants, some part spandex and other faux leather; it made his ass look good, almost as good as Jimin’s.

Still, he was critical. It’s rare that Jeongguk would ever want to go out to a party but it’s New Years and nobody could ever resist Hoseok. 

Taehyung had to look good, he was not gonna go into the new year looking like a fucking trash can. Obviously. 

Unsure and anxious, Tae sent a quick picture to Jimin. 

you: not sure if this looks good. help. 

chim: fuck. you do. 

chim: dude ur ass looks hUGE

you: idk feels like something is missing... 

you: :”( help me jiminie

chim: jiminie HYUNG

chim: and eyeliner. 

Taehyung smirked down at his phone, diving for the drawers to find his tube. Carefully, he drew a thin line over each lid, slowly extending it to create a small wing. Slowly, Taehyung made the black line thicker and thicker, until his eyes seemingly popped off his face. 

chim: get out taetae

chim: i’m outside ur place 

Taehyung quickly fluffed up his hair once more and slipped his shoes on before tucking the apartment key safely into the pocket of his pants and leaving his home. 

Jimin’s car is an old, slightly broken down American model. The back was open and the windows were rarely rolled up. Taehyung always felt oddly fond when he saw the car. Them and their friends have had so many good memories in the ancient automobile. 

 Immediately when Tae stepped out, Jimin started howling and whistling, quite over dramatically but Taehyung appreciated his best friend’s efforts to boost his confidence. 

“Oh my god Taehyung.” Jimin said when Taehyung stepped in the car. “You look so good.” 

“Thanks.” Taehyung smiles easily, as he always did around Jimin. “It’s the pants.” 

“Your welcome.” Jimin grinned, speeding off to Hoseok’s house. “Best christmas present ever right?” 

“Totally.” Taehyung agreed. 

Tae’s phone dinged, signaling a new text. 

Gukie my baby♡ : i’m here and waiting at the front for you baby 

Gukie my baby♡ :  i’m excited to see you taehyungie

you: i’ll be there soon, gukie. love you. 

Gukie my baby♡ : love you too. 

“Guk still hasn’t seen them, ya’ know.” Taehyung said after turning his phone off. 

“Fuck, Tae.” Jimin laughed. “You’re trying to give the boy a heart attack.”

“Always.” 

“Well?” Jimin turned to face Taehyung as the reached a red light. His voice was coming out higher than usual, an easy sign of his nervousness. “Me? How do I look?”

Taehyung studied his friend carefully. Jimin’s hair is a dark black, always pushed back but strands still manage to hit his forehead, making him look that much more attractive. Tae always teased Jimin about how he was always pushing his hair back now a days, but Tae was slightly jealous. Jimin didn’t really need to do anything to look hot, he just was.

That night he was sporting a pair of tightly fitted denim blue jeans, his favorite jeans, with a black shirt tucked into it, a bomber jacket lazily thrown over it. 

Rather than complimenting Jimin first, Taehyung said knowingly, “That’s Yoongi-hyung’s favorite jacket on you.” 

Jimin blushed as red as the stop lights, trying to shrug off his sheepishness. 

“Shut up.” Jimin said, turning to the road again to drive. “Don’t.” 

“It’ll be a lot easier if you just say something to him, ya’ know.” Taehyung urged. “You look hot as hell though, Jiminie. Yoongi-hyung isn’t stupid.” 

“Whatever.” Jimin replied but Taehyung could swear he was sitting up a little straighter.  

When they reached the party, Jeongguk really was waiting outside. In the freezing cold Seoul air. Like the idiot he was.

“Hey.” He said, smirking deviously. 

“It’s fucking cold out, Jeon Jeongguk.” Taehyung scolded. “Why the hell don’t you have a coat on?” 

Jeongguk shrugged, smiling. He slowly trailed his eyes down Taehyung’s body, reaching out to hold his boyfriend’s hand. Tae squirmed and burned under his intense stare, biting his lip. Jeongguk was so hot when he focused solely on something, especially if it’s Taehyung.

“You look... um, good.” 

“Just good?” Jimin smirked, pushing dragging the two into Hoseok and Yoongi’s hectic house. Music was already booming in it, the smell of people and beer fresh in the air. “He looks just good?” 

“Shut up, Jimin.” Jeongguk groaned, though there is a fond expression on his face. 

“Jimin hyung to you, brat.” 

“You’re shorter, I’m not calling you hyung.” Jeongguk said, making Tae snort at their dumb antics. “Just go fuck Yoongi-hyung already, won’t you? He’s in the living room.” 

Jimin blushed once more, muttering something about how Yoongi is also shorter than Jeongguk before disappearing into the crowd of people in search of one of the owners of the house.

“Kitchen?” Jeongguk asked, his voice low and hanging over the music. “Wanna drink?” 

“Yeah.” Taehyung said, dragging his brooding boyfriend to the kitchen. “Let’s go.” 

Taehyung pushed through the crowd of people, scrunching his nose at the smell of drunk twenty-somethings. He tried to ignore the way everyone was staring, not at him, surely, at Jeongguk. Taehyung didn’t blame them. His boyfriend was looking especially beautiful that night. 

Guk’s hair was not flopping in his hair like a hot mess (not that it’s a bad thing) for once, parted slightly to the side. It showed off his confident eyebrows and made his large eyes that much more endearing. The plain, white button down that covered his chest wasn’t doing it’s job properly, for it was peaking open at his collar and even lower. The fabric stretched across Jeongguk’s skin tightly, barely reaching over his broad shoulders. The shirt was tucked into a pair of tight ass skinny jeans, a belt extenuating Jeongguk’s dainty waist. He had his sleeves rolled up, his thighs hardly covered by anything. 

And by the snide smile that covered Jeongguk’s face, the one that made his dark chocolate brown eyes that much darker, the one that came with his confidence stance– Jeongguk knew he looked fucking good. More than good. 

Taehyung puffed his cheeks out in annoyance. He resisted the urge to be as petty and possessive as possible and drag Jeongguk down his his collar and push him against the wall of Yoongi and Hoseok’s stair case, to kiss him right there in front of all these thirsty ass strangers who were undressing his sweet but dangerously hot boyfriend with their eyes. 

Taehyung didn’t, sadly. 

“Taehyungie!” Hoseok said, standing at the fridge. “Gukie! You guys actually came!”

“Of course.” Taehyung said. 

“You throw the best parties hyung.” Jeongguk smiled, wrapping his arm around Taehyung’s shoulder. 

“Haha.” Hobi laughed sarcastically. “You wouldn’t know, now would you Gukie?” 

Jeongguk blushed sheepishly, something few people are able to make him do. 

“Whatever.” Hobi said, dismissing it quickly. “Drinks?” 

“Drinks.” 

Hoseok got them each a cup, a concoction that tasted like straight up vodka with the aftertaste of cherries. Taehyung steadied himself, he’s a mess when he’s drunk. 

It’s not like Jeongguk is a lightweight, it’s just that he has no self control. 

Jeongguk downs alcohol like it’s fucking tap water, sipping three cups in less than ten minutes. 

Not that Taehyung minded. That just meant that Taehyung didn’t need whatever the hell was in his cup to make him drunk, not tonight, not when Jeongguk got touchy when he’s drunk. 

They talked with Hoseok for ten minutes. Taehyung got bored, for the two were just talking about dance and the new routine Hoseok had planned and fuck, he  wanted to dance. 

“Guys.” Taehyung downed his drink, flinching at the bitter taste. “I’m gonna go dance with Jiminie.” 

Jeongguk didn’t even look up before nodding. 

Whatever. Tae thought. He’ll come find me later. It’s only nine. We have three hours before midnight.

Taehyung found Jimin on the sofa with Yoongi. Seokjin and Namjoon sat around them, along with half a dozen other people. 

It was sweet and maybe even a little innocent, the way Jimin looked at the older. He smiled brightly, so bright his eyes sparkled at whatever lame joke Yoongi was saying. Jimin blushed whenever Yoongi could touch him. 

“Jiminie-hyung!” Taehyung sang, his voice light and airy. “Yoongi-hyung!”

“Oh.” Jimin looked up smiling. He patted the seat next to him. “Hey Tae. Sit down.” 

“Uh-uh.” Taehyung shook his head, offering his hand out. “Dance with me.” 

“Um, I’m sorta–” Jimin shot a nervous look at Yoongi, who shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. 

“Alright.” Jimin smiled once more. “See you later hyung.” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi said, his voice was low and gruff. “Defiantly.” 

Jimin grinned at Taehyung deviously and grabbed the younger’s hand, dragging him to the dance floor. Taehyung knew Jimin didn’t mind him asking for a dance, even if he was talking to Yoongi. Jimin loved to dance, nothing would stop that. 

Jimin is one of Tae’s favorite people to dance with. He’s flexible and sensual, as a contemporary dancer should be. He boosted Taehyung’s confidence instantly.

As the music played, Taehyung swayed his hips and tossed his head back, loosing himself in the crowd of people and heavy music as he let the alcohol seep into his system until he was a little dazed. 

About half way through, Taehyung felt a heavy pair of eyes on him and Jimin and he tilted his head, surprised to find Yoongi shamelessly staring at them.

“Hey, Jiminie.” 

“Hm?” Jimin asked, his voice half between a moan and a sigh. 

“I told you that you looked hot. Yoongi-hyung is staring at you right now.” 

Jimin’s eyes grew wide, his pink cheeks turning red. 

“R–really?” 

“Duh.” Taehyung smiled, “Go to him. Ask him to dance. I’m gonna find Guk.” 

“But–”

“It’s fine, if he denies you, which he won’t, just tell him tomorrow you were too drunk to remember anything.” 

After another thirty seconds of convincing, Taehyung saw Jimin nervously go up to Yoongi, offering the older his hand. Yoongi nodded quickly, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s waist and guiding him to the crowd. 

When Taehyung came back through the hall that led to the kitchen, he was shocked to find Jeongguk. 

The younger looked astonishingly stunning, his cheeks flushed and his hair a little messy and yet another button had popped off of the shirt he wore.

The shocking part was that there was another boy pressed up against Jeongguk, a lazy arm wrapped around Taehyung’s boyfriend’s waist. 

The boy is taller than Taehyung and a muscle pig, just like Jeongguk. He wasn’t ugly (which fueled Taehyung’s anger that much further), actually, rather pretty. Sharp eyes and a sharper jawline, light brown hair. He wore a short sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans. 

“Um.” Taehyung stepped in front of the two. “Jeon Jeongguk what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

“Oh.” Jeongguk’s eyes widened and any other time it would have been comical but it wasn’t, not when Jeongguk had his fucking arm against the wall, his legs crossed, the position he used to seduce someone. He had used it on Taehyung enough times for Tae to know. 

“Yeah, oh.” Taehyung growled, crossing his arms.

“Who are you?” The boy asked, tugged Jeongguk closer until their chests and crotches were pressed together. Greedy, as if Jeongguk was his. 

“His boyfriend.” Taehyung said, “And who are you?” 

“Someone he prefers obviously, if you guys are at a party and he’s with me.” 

Taehyung bit his tongue. He wasn’t sure if it was the drink Hoseok had given him or the tiring dancing with Jimin or how Jeongguk didn’t seem too phased but suddenly Tae’s knees felt weak and he needed to get the fuck out of the house; he wanted to go home.

“Fine.” Taehyung nodded slowly. 

Taehyung turned and ran out the house, ignoring Jeongguk’s low curse.

Tae stood on the front porch, looking around in the cold. He found a new bottle of water, nearly frozen by the the weather. Taehyung took sips of it, dangling his legs over the railing of Hoseok and Yoongi’s house. 

He felt tears push up in his throat. 

Am I being overdramatic? Taehyung thought. Is this the alcohol talking or me?

you: can you drive me home?

you: i found jeon with some random stranger and they were nearly grinding against the fucking wall i swear

chim: i’m on my way bby.

Taehyung let out a satisfied breathe of air. 

Something must have happened, right? There had to be a reason that Jeongguk was acting so irrationally. How could he just throw away their two year relationship over a random boy at some party? It must be something Taehyung did, maybe he wasn’t–

“Taetae.” Jimin’s soft voice called from behind him. Tae turned around. “Oh Taehyungie, you’re crying.” 

“I–I am?” 

Jimin wrapped his arms around Taehyung, surrounding him in a warm hug. They sat on the railing together, Tae’s head on Jimin’s shoulder.

“Why are you crying?” Jimin asked gently. “Tell me what happened?”

“I was on my way to find him and there they were. This tall and hot ass boy had his hands all over my boyfriend.” 

“And?” 

“And Jeongguk didn’t even seem phased. All he said was oh. L–like what the hell?” 

“What the hell.” Jimin agreed. “Don’t cry over it, Taehyungie.” 

“I don’t even know why I’m crying, fuck.” Taehyung whimpered weakly. “It’s just, I don’t know. Maybe some part of me knew Jeongguk wouldn’t love me forever. And the boy was so attractive, like all tall and muscular and–” 

“Taehyung,”Jimin cut him off. “You’re attractive too, obviously. And Jeongguk is drunk, don’t you think that means something?” 

"Yeah, baby.” The devil spoke. “Doesn’t that mean something?” 

Jeongguk was behind them, his hands lazily and shyly tucked into his pockets, his cheeks still pink and his lips bitten. 

“Jeongguk.” Jimin said. He looked at Taehyung briefly. “I don’t think you should be here.”

“Just let me talk to you, Taehyungie.” Jeongguk begged. “Please?” 

Taehyung just fiddled with the water bottle in his hands. 

“Tae.” Jimin said, stroking his cheek. “Just talk to him. Text me if you need anything.” 

Tae nodded.

And Jimin left. 

Jeongguk just stared at Taehyung for a little, his eyes heavy but Tae couldn’t bring himself to look at the boy. All he could see was the stranger’s arms around him and it hurt. 

“You look beautiful tonight. You always do.” 

“Say what you want to say, Jeon.” Taehyung said. “Complimenting me isn’t going to get you anywhere.” 

“Did you dress up for me?” Jeongguk continued, ignoring Taehyung. His voice was small, as if he were shy. 

“Yeah, dumbass.” Taehyung said. “Not that you care.” 

“I do care, I’m just drunk.” 

“Is that your idea of an apology?” 

“I’m sorry, Tae.” Jeongguk said, taking a couple steps closer until he was close enough where if Taehyung reached his arms out, he’d be able to grab the boy. 

“I’m drunk and I’m stupid and please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

Taehyung finally looked up at the boy. 

He looked stunning, shy and begging. Taehyung wanted nothing more than to kiss him, to give into whatever lies he was saying. But he couldn’t, his pride was suffocated his need for Jeongguk.

So Taehyung tossed his water bottle at Jeongguk instead, spraying the water all over the younger.

It didn’t help with his frustration, in fact, made it billions worse. 

Jeongguk’s white button down was suddenly completely see through, showing off his chest completely. No, it did not help at all. 

“Okay.” Jeongguk said, wiping the water out of his eyes. “Do you feel better?” 

“Maybe.” Taehyung tilted his head, sniffling. “A little, maybe.” 

“How do I make you feel completely better?” 

Taehyung’s brain was short circuiting, staring at Jeongguk’s broad chest. 

“I think you know.” 

Jeongguk dove, pressing Taehyung against the railing like he was starving for it. His hands were quick but gentle, easing the back of Taehyung’s head, patiently relaxing Tae’s loose muscles. As if under a trance, Taehyung found himself weak and submissive, melting under Jeongguk’s touch and opening his mouth wider and wider under Jeongguk’s tongue. 

Jeongguk dipped his tongue into Taehyung’s mouth, sliding it against Tae. But he tasted like cherries. 

Like the drink they drunk all night. Drunk. They’re both drunk.

“I love you so fucking much baby.” Jeongguk moaned against Tae’s mouth. “So much.” 

Tae sighed, letting Jeongguk have his way with his mouth.

No. He thought suddenly. This isn’t right. 

Instead of letting it go on, Tae pushed Jeongguk away. 

“I’m sorry.” He panted, out of breathe. “I can’t do this.” 

“But you said–” 

“I know what I said.” Taehyung shook his head, ready to cry all over again. “But I didn’t mean it. Please... take me home. Can we talk about it tomorrow?” 

“Okay.” Jeongguk said, sighing. He sounded frustrated as hell. “Anything you want.” 

“Thank you.” 

Well, that’s it lovelies. I hope it was good, I might be a little rusty. I wanted to continue this (like the morning after) but it was getting fucking long yo, this is almost 3000 words. Maybe I’ll do a part two, tell me if you want one ;)