#doublejeon

“you know tomorrow’s still a school day, right?” 

jihyo stares at sana, who is tipping back a concerningly large amount of alcohol. sana, seated on the floor of her dorm, slams the empty cup onto the ground, grinning widely back. 

“i,” she throws her arm out in a grand sweeping gesture. “don’t have lecture tomorrow. professor canceled.” 

yerin leans close to you. “so what’s jeongyeon’s excuse?” 

jeongyeon is tipping back shots like she has a second liver. quite frankly you’re just impressed sana and jeongyeon managed to hide this much liquor in their dorm room without alerting the ra, but you make a couple of vague noises before looking back at your friend and shrugging. “beats me.” 

your phone alerts you with a text from jungkook signaling he’s outside, so you clamber up to open the door for him, only to be met with a faceful of his chest as he immediately swings his arm over you, tugging you back into the room. “hello,” he sings, as you stumble backwards, barely managing to shut the door and lock it before he’s dragging you further into sana and jeongyeon’s tiny little dorm. 

he smells like fresh laundry, with just a hint of peaches. the cotton of his hoodie feels incredibly soft against your cheek, and you shouldn’t lean into him, but you can’t help it. he smells good and he feels warm and you don’t want to pull away. 

“you guys started without me?” he laughs, when he sees the flush of pink across your friends’ faces, the way sana’s eyes are already starting to glaze over a little. you turn to look at him as he speaks. you should regret it immediately, but you don’t ever really think straight around jungkook, not when his weight is pressed comfortably against you like this. you forget how tired you are of him, how angry you are all the time, how you should throw his arm off your shoulder and remind him again that he has a girlfriend and that he can’t keep touching you like you’re his and he’s yours. 

but he’s smiling, bunny teeth poking out, doe eyes sparkling in amusement, and your whole world stops for just a moment, enchanted by the way he surrounds you wholly. 

the moment is interrupted violently by sana launching a pillow straight into jungkook’s face. 

sana, for the amount of alcohol she’s already consumed, has strikingly good aim. it’s kind of a running joke - a sober sana can’t aim to save her life, but a drunk one? astounding accuracy. 

jungkook, infuriatingly so, manages to swipe it out of his way before it can hit him square in the face. “hey,” he complains. “what was that for?” 

“you hey,” sana retorts childishly. “get your hands off y/n. you have a girlfriend now.”

jungkook shrugs. his palm brushes across the span of your shoulder before he fully lets you go. sana narrows her eyes but you pretend not to notice his lingering touch, moving to sit back down next to yerin. 

the group devolves into their usual nonsense - sana (very drunk) and jungkook (very sober) bicker over the superior shapes of pasta while jeongyeon falls asleep in yerin’s lap. jihyo sighs at the way jungkook purposefully prods at sana, who goes off on a tirade about how rotini is leagues better than farfalle (she’s right) but jungkook simply shrugs and says farfalle is shaped like cute little bows and therefore is better. 

you’re about ready to doze off yourself, idly watching whatever sana and jeongyeon have playing on their tv, when sana suddenly shouts. jeongyeon’s head shoots up and narrowly avoids smacking yerin in the face, shocked awake. 

“what, what?” yerin pingpongs between every person in the room, trying to figure out what the cause of the ruckus is. 

sana points at you. “who’s taehyung?” 

you feel every person in the room’s eyes land on you. but your eyes immediately snap to jungkook, while everyone else is shifting and waiting for your answer curiously. jungkook raises his eyebrows back at you. you look away first, eyes darting around the room. jeongyeon is wide awake now, jihyo straightened up from her place on sana’s bed. 

you groan, throwing yourself backwards onto the floor, sprawling out in the limited space. “he’s just a friend,” you drag out the syllables, voice raising louder to drown out the immediate overlapping shouting from your friends. you swear sana and jeongyeon are about to get a noise complaint down to the ra. 

“just a friend,” jungkook’s voice carries through the noise. “i’m surprised you never brought him up, though.” 

you lean up on your elbows. you wonder if you’re just imagining it - the jealous undertone, the way he stares back at you like he’s waiting for you to make your move. daring you to promise everyone that taehyung really is just a friend. 

you don’t want to play this game. you push up into a proper sitting position, leaning back a little to prop yourself up on your palms. “i forgot,” you shrug carelessly. the room is eerily quiet after all the hubbub from before. you match jungkook’s gaze levelly when you say, “i’ll admit he’s cute, though.” 

jungkook tenses, and you hate it. he brings out the worst in you when he’s like this, but all of it is instantly buried under the avalanche of questions your friends have for you after that particular confession. you so rarely have an interest in other people - people who aren’t jungkook - so everyone wants to know. what’s he look like? what’s his major? where’d you meet? 

“just bring him to the festival next weekend,” jungkook chimes in casually. “i’ll bring jisoo. you can all meet her.” 

just like that, jungkook knocks you back into place, reminding you of where you stand. there’s no way jungkook could ever be jealous of taehyung - jungkook has a girlfriend, for god’s sake. you must’ve imagined it all - the careful way he framed his words, the edge to his voice, the flash of displeasure when you called taehyung cute. 

taehyung, who by all means, genuinely is just a friend, even if he is unbearably hot and oddly attentive. 

a friend, also, that you now have to find a way to invite to meet all of your other friends without sounding weird about it. fuck. 

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you’ll chalk this one up to taehyung’s friendly nature. he agrees readily to joining you at the festival - doesn’t even bat an eye at the question, even suggests going together with his friends instead of struggling to find each other there somehow. which would explain why you’re treading across the grass now with four boys in tow, trying not to reveal how painfully awkward you actually are. curse taehyung and his ever-charming grin, he’s the one who got you into this shit. can’t he tell by now how generally averse you are to social situations? 

to make matters worse, his friends are just as devastatingly handsome as he is. jimin had greeted you with a sweet smile (then promptly enveloped you in a hug, and yeah, okay, he smells really good) and hoseok had simply not stopped talking since you met him. only yoongi is relatively quiet, looking just as aggrieved to be here as you feel. 

“yoongi lost a bet,” taehyung whispers in your ear, while hoseok is still telling an extravagant story about… well, you’re actually not sure what about. “we had to force him to come here this early.” 

“i’m a senior,” yoongi gripes, having overheard him. “what could they possibly do that is new this year?” 

“come on now,” hoseok pauses mid-story to enter this conversation with ease. “this is to celebrate our pride and joy for the university, yoongi.” 

you’re not really sure if he means it or if he’s being sarcastic. but the glare yoongi gives him makes you snicker, while jimin throws an arm around both of them. “this is to prepare to get wasted later,” he declares, and jimin looks like the kind of guy who would pass out after approximately two drinks but you get the feeling he can really tank them. you haven’t decided yet whether or not that’s concerning. 

“besides,” hoseok prods yoongi with a finger. “you have to come watch me dance.” 

taehyung had informed you earlier that hoseok is apparently a part of the dance crew performing later, and yoongi is apparently a very good friend, or at least good enough to haul himself out of bed just in time to watch hoseok perform with his crew every year before ambling back home. so it’s just in line with what you know about his friends when yoongi looks like he’s about to acquiesce, only for jimin to give him a wicked grin. “and you lost the bet.” 

yoongi lets out the longest, most tired sigh you’ve ever heard a person make, and you decide you and him are gonna get along quite well. 

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jimin drags yoongi off in the direction of soft pretzels while hoseok heads off to join his dance crew, leaving you and taehyung to wander around for a bit, searching for your friends. you get distracted along the way - since it’s your freshman year, it’s the first time you’ve attended the festival. taehyung attended last year, so he grins widely when your eyes light up at the sight of puppies, a surprised laugh escaping you. 

“so cute,” you scratch the back of one puppy’s ear, a delighted giggle slipping out when the puppy tries to jump into your lap. 

“not as cute as yeontan,” taehyung sniffs, and you arch an eyebrow at him. he whips out his phone immediately, pulling up photos of an adorable pomeranian, pleased when you coo at the photos too. 

the two of you walk around aimlessly. at one point you get two things of cotton candy - taehyung’s eyes go wide when you inform him that yes, you will be eating both of them (which you do, eventually) - while taehyung gets his face painted, an adorable little bear on his left cheek. 

“cute,” you compliment offhandedly. 

“me? i know,” taehyung grins when you roll your eyes. you reach out to shove his face away playfully, but he catches your hand before you can make contact. “careful,” he teases. “you’re gonna get paint everywhere and ruin my beautiful face.” 

“beautiful? where?” you pretend to search him, moving your head left and right and laughing when taehyung releases your hand in a light shoving motion. 

“i’m flawless,” taehyung asserts, straightening his back and flipping invisible hair over his shoulder. you suck in a breath, tilting your head. 

“well, at least you have confidence,” you joke, and he bumps shoulders with you, unashamed. 

you jump when you hear someone yelling your name, hand instinctively coming up to grab taehyung’s arm. he startles at the motion but looks more amused than surprised, while you whip your head around trying to find the source. it doesn’t take long, considering you probably could’ve heard sana from the other side of campus from the way she hollers your name, waving her arms excitedly in tandem with jeongyeon. 

there’s a lot of hugging and greetings and introductions as taehyung gets bombarded on all sides by your friends who are excited and curious to meet him. he takes it all in stride, doesn’t even notice when sana yanks you to the side to hiss what the fuck, he’s gorgeous into your ear. 

(it’s a high compliment from sana, considering her general distaste for men.) 

it’s only when jungkook shows up that things start to unravel, everything falling apart so suddenly and so rapidly you hardly have time to realize it’s happened. 

it starts with seeing his girlfriend on his arm, pretty, dainty fingers wrapped around his bicep as he introduces her. she’s dazzling, ridiculously so. they make a magazine cover-worthy couple; if it didn’t feel like such a punch to the gut you’d be offended by it all. she looks at jungkook like he holds the world in his hands - and the worst part is he looks back at her the same way. 

you barely register the hand she holds out to you - the way jungkook introduces you as one of his closest friends - forcing a smile to your face as you shake her hand before pulling away as fast as you can without being obvious. 

taehyung watches quietly, the way you slowly draw into yourself, one hand crossed over your midsection to hold your other arm. if he had an inkling of what jungkook meant to you before, it’s clear as day now, cemented by the way you refuse to look directly at jungkook. the deep heartache in your eyes betrays the shy smile on your face; even when your eyes crinkle in the corners he can see how sad you are. 

he’s watching your heart splinter right in front of him, and there’s little he can do about it. 

you make the mistake of looking up just as jungkook presses a kiss to jisoo’s cheek. your chest tightens and you swallow hard. it shouldn’t still be this difficult. years of jungkook filtering through girls should have trained you for this - but you’d spent almost just as many years in denial, pretending like his hand wrapped around someone else’s wasn’t driving a stake through your heart every time. 

it’s impossible to pretend anymore, not when you still have the feel of jungkook’s palm against yours memorized. not when you can still recall the way his hands ruffle your hair or the way he looks at you, head tilted, pretty eyes twinkling like you’re special to him. he always looked at you differently. always. 

but never quite the way he does when he looks at his girlfriend. 

you startle when you feel taehyung shuffle in close to you, leaning down and so close that you can feel his breath against your ear. “hey,” he murmurs. “wanna go watch hoseok dance with me? he should be just about ready to go on now.” 

you turn to face him. he’s centimeters away from you but he doesn’t back away, gentle smile curving his lips. his eyebrows raise questioningly, patiently awaiting your answer. 

you don’t notice jungkook watching when taehyung has your attention. you don’t catch the way jungkook frowns, seeing taehyung so close to you, eyebrows furrowing when you offer taehyung a small smile and nod. his expression is cleared by the time you turn back, announcing that you’re off to watch the dance performance, your friends not so subtly shifting their eyes between you and taehyung. 

taehyung nods his head politely at your friends, smile growing tight when he lands on jungkook, before turning away. he rests a hand on your back, guiding you towards the dance stage, and you let him. you don’t see the way jungkook’s jaw clenches slightly, annoyance flashing through his eyes at the sight of taehyung’s hands on you. you’re too focused on trying to leave, put as much distance as you can between him and his brand new girlfriend. 

taehyung drops his hand when you’re out of sight of your friends, though he’s fairly certain he can hear them giggling faintly in the distance, maybe even his name and your name flitting through the conversation. he puts his attention on you instead, trying to gauge whether he should ask about jungkook or not. 

you should be too much trouble. having your heart so blatantly belong to someone else should have alarms ringing wildly in taehyung’s ears, but instead he’d whisked you away, wanting so much to wipe that heartbroken look off your face, to see you smile and ramble and do all the things you do when it’s just you and him. you’re so quiet now, walking silently beside him, atmosphere changed drastically from when he’d taken you around the festival to see all the things the university had to offer today. 

your head jerks up suddenly to look at him, and he flinches out of sheer shock. “how long has hoseok been dancing?” you ask, and he stares blankly at you, astounded by the 180 degree change. 

you’ve wiped all traces of sadness from your expression. curious eyes waiting for his answer, and taehyung has to collect his thoughts before he can answer. “like, i think since he was in elementary school, or something,” he responds. you hum, turning away and nodding. 

“he must be really good at it,” you muse. 

“he is,” taehyung confirms absently, eyes trailing over you. he spots it then, the way your hands are held together as you walk, your right thumb digging hard across the width of your palm, hands twisting together. it’s the only thing betraying the emotions you’re hiding underneath aimless questions about hoseok and the dance performance, which taehyung answers systematically back. 

“hey,” taehyung stops you abruptly, steadying you when you nearly trip from trying to stop so fast. “woops. sorry. can you check if the paint is dry?” 

you look a little confused as he points to his cheek, but don’t question it much when he leans down, close enough to you that you can see his individual eyelashes and the pretty specks in his eyes. you draw back on instinct, putting space between you and him even as your hands detangle to come up and brush your fingers faintly against his skin around the edges of the bear painting on his cheek. 

“i think it’s dry,” you comment, head tilting while your fingers press lightly against his cheek. taehyung tries not to shiver at the feeling of your breath against his skin, or think about how close you are to him, your concentration making you forget how little distance there is between the two of you. one finger slides against the edges of the outline of the bear’s face and you hum, nodding, satisfied with your prodding. “yeah. it’s dry.” 

you turn to look at him, heart jumping at the small quirk in his lips that he does when he recognizes the flustered look on your face at the realization of how far into his space you’d gotten. you back out immediately, taehyung taking his sweet time to rise back up to his full height. 

“thanks,” he smiles, drawing out the ‘s’ a little longer at the end. you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion but let him go back to leading the way to the stage, finding yoongi and jimin and joining them towards the front of the stage. 

while jimin is explaining why he never joined the school dance team to you, taehyung smiles secretively to himself. your hands are no longer worriedly pulling at each other, instead loosely laced together as you listen to jimin’s story, laughing at yoongi’s intermittent interjections. 

when your jaw drops at the sight of hoseok taking over the stage, taehyung feels a warmth in his chest that shows itself in the form of a wide grin that he doesn’t bother to hide. 

other drabbles in the series: like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen || the worst

series masterlist: till the night is over

taehyung, you’re starting to realize, is incredibly persuasive. it would certainly explain how you’ve managed to find yourself in the midst of a party, with what feels like every student on campus packed into a single sweaty, loud house. everyone is celebrating the end of finals, jump-starting the summer with the bass as high up as it can go and as much alcohol as one’s body can possibly consume. 

you watch sana go wild dancing in the center of the room. sana had somehow managed to drag jihyo to the party, sana’s energy so contagious that even jihyo, who distinctly prefers being anywhere but here, looks like she’s having a fun time, laughing as sana twirls jihyo between her and jeongyeon. 

“found you,” you hear taehyung’s familiar voice slur in your ear, startling you as you begin to turn to see him. an arm comes to swing around your waist; whether he’s stabilizing himself or just trying to pull you closer, you’re not really sure. he’s tipsy, you notice - especially when he faceplants into your shoulder, dark curls brushing your cheek as he rubs his face into your neck. “y’smell good. look so pretty too.” 

maybe he’s a little more than just tipsy. 

you gently push his head off you, chuckling at the endearing smile he gives you, his eyes turned into little crescents. “hi,” you greet, amused. “nice to see you too.” 

“pretty girl,” he croons, hands coming up to squish your cheeks using the flat of his palms. you stare wide-eyed up at him, letting him back you against the counter. he doesn’t lean in, just looks rather pleased with the expression you’re making. you’ve never seen taehyung fully drunk before, and judging by the way his hands leave your face just to yank you close to him, your hands instinctively bracing against his chest, he’s the clingy kind of drunk. 

“taehyung,” you laugh, squirming to get out of his arms. he shakes his head childishly and doesn’t let you go, grip firm around you. “you’re so annoying,” you tease. “you convinced me to come to this party and now you’re drunk and i’m the one sober as shit? something’s not lining up here.” 

taehyung huffs. “s’not your fault i don’t drink,” he complains. “pooper party.” 

you lift your head to look at him properly, about to correct him but the words never quite make it out of your mouth. you forget much too frequently for someone who hangs around taehyung so often exactly how handsome he is, tanned skin, defined jawline, eyes that glitter mischievously whether or not he’s actually up to no good. he’s breathtaking, constantly, and you’re suddenly very aware of how firm his chest feels underneath your hands. 

“well,” you clear your throat. “let’s go find your friends. did jimin come with you, tae?” 

“mhm,” taehyung hums, leaning towards you. “yoongs and hobi too.” 

“yoongi willingly crawled out of a bed?” 

“he’s hiiigh,” taehyung sings, swinging the two of you in a circle, making you giggle. you cling to him to avoid tripping and falling over the tangle of your feet, but taehyung stops abruptly. his hands are locked safely around your waist but your arms still fly up to wrap around his neck, searching for stability. taehyung doesn’t seem to mind. he doesn’t even seem to notice. instead he’s peering at you, head tilted adorably. “say it again.” 

you stare at him, confused. you’re a little embarrassed by how close you are to him like this, but you’re not really seeing any other options for where your arms can rest, and taehyung definitely isn’t releasing you anytime soon. he’s warm, sturdy, and admittedly comfortable to lean on. you wonder what it’d be like to rest your head against his chest, curled up against him. 

you quickly shake the thought. “say what again, tae?” 

taehyung brightens. “that.” 

the gears in your brain turn a few times. “tae?” 

taehyung makes a pleased noise. “s’cute when you say it.” 

you snort. “everyone calls you that,” you flick his forehead, earning a scrunch to his nose. “you’re just drunk.” 

“like the way you say it,” he insists, words jumbling together a little when he says it. “like it when you call me pretty boy too.” your cheeks heat but you ignore the light stutter in your chest, chalking it up to taehyung’s good looks and his proximity to you. 

“whatever,” you mumble, finally managing to wriggle your way out of his arms. “come on. let’s go find the boys.” 

“i’m the boy,” taehyung says smartly and you roll your eyes, grabbing him by the wrist. he follows obediently, but not without finding a way to slide his hand into yours, so your fingers are tangled with his instead of wrapped around his wrist. you let him, tugging him through the crowds of people dancing and drinking, waving at sana, jihyo, and jeongyeon when you pass them, pointedly ignoring the look sana gives you when she sees you holding taehyung’s hand. 

taehyung stays close to you, stumbling only a little as you navigate through the crowd, searching for his friends. he would help you look, except his brain is preoccupied with the feeling of your hand in his. he can’t take his eyes off you. you’re so pretty, all dressed up because sana and jeongyeon managed to get to you before you left for the party. it’s taehyung’s fault you’re even here to begin with, so he’s sure you blame him too for having to get all dressed up when you would’ve gladly showed up in a t-shirt and shorts. 

you’re so distracting. he can’t think straight, especially not with this much alcohol muddling his brain. all he knows is that he wants to wrap himself around you and stay there, breathing you in and enjoying the feel of you close to him. he just wants to be near you all the time, listen to anything you say, make you laugh whenever he can. 

it’s a familiar feeling, yet different, because it’s you. one he hasn’t quite placed yet, at least, not until the moment you spot jimin and start dragging taehyung with you excitedly, tossing a glance over your shoulder with your hand still in his. that grin you wear is what makes his whole world stop. 

he halts in place. the suddenness jerks you backwards, and you turn to stare at your entwined hands in confusion. you’re about to tilt your head up to ask why he’d stopped you, lips forming an adorable pout, when he pulls on your arm again, bringing you back to him. 

“oh-” you stumble into his chest, one hand falling to his waist while the other finds purchase on his bicep. “tae?” 

he’s not ready to share you with someone else just yet. he wants to keep this moment, where it’s just you and him. even in a room full of people it feels like he can only see you. 

you blink up at him, momentarily breathless. taehyung stares down at you with the most clarity you’ve seen in his eyes all night. he holds your gaze, but you can’t really read him. you never can. you just know that you can’t look away, either. 

you’re gorgeous, he thinks. not just when you’re all dressed up for a party. you glow wherever he sees you, whether in sweatpants, or even slouched in the most godawful position during lecture. he adores the faces you make at him whenever he says something stupid - he’ll say a million more stupid things if you keep making faces at him, and keep bursting into laughter right after, too. 

“tae?” you tug on his shirt. “you good?” his heart warms at how cute you are. 

he likes it when you say his name. likes it when you call for him. he likes being on your mind, likes the way your cheeks flush when he leans too close, or stares too long. you always take a bit of time to look away, as if you’re unwilling to admit that he flusters you. 

“tae,” you prompt again, but he shakes his head, smiling. 

“nothing,” he murmurs. he curls himself around your smaller frame, burying his head into your neck. “just like holding you.” 

he’ll write it off as being drunk. the way he clings to you, arms winding tight around your waist. your hands slide hesitantly to rest on his back, but he snuggles in more, unashamedly. he feels the puff of laughter you let out against him and smiles against your skin when your body relaxes and leans into him, fingers curling into his shirt. 

“such a clingy drunk,” you whisper teasingly, but he doesn’t let go. maybe he is still drunk. tipsy, at least. but he doesn’t care, because he wants to spend as much time as he can wrapped in you, while you’re still letting him get away with it. he’d stay like this forever if he could, shrouded in this little world where there’s no one else, the warmth starting with you, and ending with him. 

other drabbles in the series: see you with her || way too much emotion

series masterlist: till the night is over