#bst drabble

happy belated new year. don’t trespass, kids.

“Where are we going?”

It didn’t take much convincing for you to spend New Year’s Eve with Taehyung. You didn’t have any grand plans in the first place and you always enjoyed your time with him. 

“You’ll see!” He laughs with glee, pulling you through another hole in another fence, and you can’t help but laugh with him.

In fact you had been spending more time with him recently, when Jeongguk was at school at couldn’t go on these excursions with him, he had begun bringing you instead.

“If we get caught,” you eye another sign threatening trespassers with electrocution. dogs, or legal action. “I’ll cry and say you kidnapped me.”

As soon as the words have left your mouth he drops your wrist and falters. You worry your bottom lip, fearing you had gone over the proverbial line with your little joke.

“Oh, no!” He tilts his head, frowning at the sky. “We’re late!”

Turns out he hadn’t even been listening. At least not to you, but rather the fireworks setting off in the distance. He squints down at his wristwatch in the dark, the one his father had given him.

“What time is it?”

Taehyung looks to you with an odd smile and answers your question by hurriedly leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Happy New Year!”

Before you can so much as blink he is dragging you by the wrist once again through the abandoned factory.

You are twenty minutes into the new year by the time you reach the rooftop, out of breath and laughing, just catching the tail end of the fireworks display.

“Wow,” you manage, when you’re not gasping for breath.

“I’m sorry we missed it.”

“No,” you shake your head. From this height, on the very outskirts of the city, you have the most breathtaking night view. “It’s beautiful.”

“You like it?” He smiles fully and you can’t help but do the same.

“I just wish I’d brought a jacket.”

The realisation transforms his face and he’s shrugged off his jacket in the time it takes you to blink at the change. “Take mine.”

The two of you sit in silence on the crates he had prepared for the two of you, a safe distance from the ledge. You sigh, wrapped in the warmth and the smell of him, and the slight flutter in your stomach as you consider his gesture makes you shiver.

“Still cold?” Without revealing that he too is an anxious mess about what has just transpired, Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls you close under the guise of warming you up, rubbing your arm for good measure. “I’m sorry I missed,” he mutters.

“Mh?” It’s the only sound you can manage with your vocals in nervous knots.

“When I kissed you.” You stop breathing. “I wanted it to be perfect, but then we missed it and then… Well, I missed.”

He planned this? 

“It’s okay,” you all but croak.

“Can–” He pulls away to look at you and you try to maintain eye-contact while he wets his lips. “Can I try again?”

You might still be a little out of breath. His lips are so soft against yours, he’s a little too eager and you’re a little nervous too, your mouth is dry but his is warm and the kiss is a mess, but it’s Taehyung.

He takes a moment to look at you after, and you laugh as he seems to consider the kiss, smacking his lips as though sampling a wine.

“Jeongguk, you’ll fall over!”

One of these days this dumb idiot is gonna break his neck, you just know it.

“Come on, you’ve seen me do this a bunch of times.”

He jumps from one bollard to another, the way he always has on your way home from school, while you complain and jog to keep up with his long legs.

“But it’s slippery, come down before you hurt yourse– Ah!”

As fate would have it you were the one to fall. In your rush to keep up with Jeongguk you forgot to watch your step, slipped, and before you know it were flat on your back.

“Shit! Are you okay?” In the time it takes you to blink he is standing above you.

“Ouch. Don’t swear.” You scowl, sniffle, but at least he’s not laughing.

“Are you hurt? Do you want me carry you the rest of the way?” He reaches out and you bat his hands away.

“No! Just stop jumping around, you big monkey!”

He laughs sheepishly and offers you a hand once more.

You let him help you up, and he sighs in relief, “I thought you were gonna cry for a moment.”

i’m sorry this is sickeningly self-indulgent and probably vague af there’s so little of this verse i’ve written outside of bst but i love these two a lot rip

You’ve never been to a Christmas party. 

In a way you’ve hosted many. This time of year there’s plenty of small groups and the odd straggler staggering in from an office party somewhere, eager to drink their Christmas bonuses. It’s a busy season for anyone in the service industry, really. But you’ve never been to a Christmas party.

Suffice it to say you were excited. As soon as word of it reached your ears you begged auntie for the day off, to entrust you with the boys for just one little party, you even knew which dress to wear: the strappy flowy thing in your favourite colour, the one too long to wear to work.

“Are you going?” You had entwined your arm with Jimin that night, as soon as you found him, a sure sign that you were buzzed on cheap bubbles and good news.

“Going where, princess?” He secretly loves you like this, when he gets away with staring at you a little longer. You’ve been told endlessly that you’re cute when you’re tipsy, irresistible when you’re drunk.

“Jin’s Christmas party!”

“Oh, yeah.” He smiles down at you, standing there, arms entwined, like a couple from decades past. “Are you?” 

“Yes,” you grin. “I mean, I hope so? No one has invited me yet.”

Jimin laughs then, that big belly laugh you love so much, where he throws his head back as his knees give in and the two of you almost topple when you refuse to let him go just yet.

“Will you invite me, Jimin?”

“We’re all invited, silly.”

Because you all work in the night, quite often until early morning, you get ready just as the sun casts pink and orange hues through your window. By the time you arrive at Seokjin’s bar it’s bright out, and those of the girls who came along are sobering up, either in jeans and sweats or their work clothes.

You shrug off your coat and unwind your scarf, smiling happily at the scene that plays in front of you. 

Atop Jin’s lap his girlfriend talks animatedly while he eats from the plate she holds for him, his other arm secured around her waist. Yoongi is bent over laughing, almost toppling out of his seat at something Hoseok has said. Your best friend is giving Namjoon another drunken lecture on Shakespeare through a mouthful of pizza, and he listens patiently as ever, knowing she just needs to get it out of her system. Jeongguk looks like he’s trying to disappear between the sofa cushions, wide eyed as two of the girls, one on either side, fuss over him in his disheveled uniform. Taehyung is arguing with Seokjin’s girlfriend when he notices the look on Jeongguk’s face, and knocks over about a dozen takeaway containers as he falls to the floor laughing.

You’re so enamoured with this scene you don’t notice Jimin approaching until he sweeps you up in a hug, momentarily taking you off your feet.

“You look lovely,” he mutters, face flushed and eyes bright.

“I’ve never been to a Christmas party,” you explain as he sets you down.

“You look really lovely.”

Your nose might be cold, and your toes might be numb from the walk here, but your cheeks are burning, “You like it?”