You shook your head, completely skeptical. “You must be out of your mind,” you breathed out, taking the remote control in your hands. Next to you, the girl watched with unshakable expectation as you jumped from channel to channel, avoiding to make eye contact. “Why would I even do something like that?”

“Because you’re his best friend?” She explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And it won’t be awkward?”

“That’s exactly why I won’t do it, Lisa, ” you rolled your eyes, unable to believe what she was presenting you. Amidst the ebony of the room, the cyan glow of the television dripped over her features as she accompanied a deep exhale leaving your lips. “God, you make me so mad sometimes. Why did you think this would be a good idea?”

“I didn’t think, sorry!” Lisa was quick to say, leaning back against the couch. Even though she knew you would most likely deny it at first, she did not foresee this petulant attitude of yours. “Why are you taking this so seriously?”

“Why aren’t you?” You threw back within a heartbeat. “Jimin is my best friend, everyone knows that. He knows that. Your friends know that. This stupid plan of yours would be a complete mess.”

“Only if you turn it into a mess,” she spoke underneath her breath, a part of her wishing you had not heard it — if you did so, you made no mention of it. “It’s one night. We would tell you just what you have to do.”

“No, Lisa,” you said firmly. “I'm not breaking Jimin’s heart.’

As those words left your lips, you had to fight back a humorless laugh from escaping your throat — that idea was far too absurd for you to even consider it properly, bordering on something that could come from a bad movie. Duly, Jimin was quite infamous for breaking an unfair share of hearts, but that did not justify such ridiculous plan and, furthermore, did not make it okay for you to do the same to him.

Next to you, Lisa took a deep breath, not giving up so fast. “Listen, I know he’s your friend, but you need to see my side too,” she pressed on, a bit desperate to get her point across. “Jimin broke the heart of at least half of the campus’ female population. He told them that he loved them and then cheated. Do you think that’s fair?”

Your lips fell shut at that, your brain working fast to say the correct words: Lisa had been in that position too, and the last thing you needed was to bring her spirit down. “Do you think revenge will change something?” Was what you chose to say. “I would never do that to him, that’s low.”

“Fine, don’t break his heart, then!” She groaned, throwing herself back to the couch in utter frustration. “Just give him blue balls or something. You know I love you, (y/n), but this is getting out of hand. Last week, Jennie—”

“—-Lisa, you listen to me,” you interrupted before she could go on about the other girl — Jennie was someone close to you as well, and you knew she was only mentioning her as a manipulation technique. “I’ll let this thing slide if you give me a break. I won’t join your plan to break my best friend’s heart, give him blue balls, or whatever you want. Not that it would work anyways.”

You glimpsed at your friend only to find her with a nebulous curtain of tears covering her dark irises. “Do you remember what he did to me?” She questioned, trying to keep her voice steady — Lisa was not sad, she was absolutely angry. “Or do I need to remind you? Do you think that’s not low? That it’s moral?”

“I don’t agree with what he does,” you made sure to tell her, pushing your pride aside to do so. “But that doesn’t mean revenge is the best way to go. Jimin will learn his lesson eventually.”

“Will he? Really?” She frowned, moving closer to you. “If no one stops him, you know he won’t hold even the tiniest of guilt.”

The worst part is that you knew it very well. You knew that, if Jimin did not have a taste of his own poison, he would not stop so soon. You had seen it countless of times already — your best friend treated girls as if they were part of royalty, only to crash their hopes the second he got what he wanted from them, whatever that would be. Every single time, you experienced him telling them they were different, that they were better; only to contradict his mellifluous words with calculated actions and little to no compassion.

No, it was not fair, and you could never act as if it was. Even if he was someone so close to you, there were some things you simply could not turn a blind eye to, aspects you had to call out once it would start to get out of hand — and you did. You had lost count of how many speeches you gave him, how many times you told Jimin that it was not respectful towards anyone to play such sick little game. Regardless, the boy would only laugh, disregarding your opinion as a mistake from your part.

Jimin would not change. And the chance to take care of that problem yourself was something, at least, tempting.

You shook your head, crossing your legs on top of the sofa. Before you, the TV was now mute, casting phantasmagorical shadows on both of you. “I can’t believe I’m considering it.” You sighed.

“You can’t pretend as if he’s not the bad guy on this entire situation,” Lisa spoke slowly, noticing the fragments of empathy within your eyes. “One night, (y/n). It’s enough.”

“You’re acting as if one night won’t have consequences,” you told her, but was not sure of your own words. Jimin had played this card so many times in the past, why wouldn't you do the same? If anything, you could always come clean to him later on. “I still value our friendship.”

“Don't hate me for what I'm about to ask, but does he?” She questioned, making your mouth close at the inquiry. “You said it yourself earlier: he called off your night to hang out with his friends. Doesn’t seem like you’re a huge priority.”

You despised how right she was, and hated yourself even more for sharing that information with her a few hours ago. “Wow, great convincing skills.” Sarcasm was clear in your tone, but so was disappointment.

She elevated one eyebrow. “Did I lie?”

You exhaled, thinking about what she had said — there was no way you could contradict her words, for you were too profoundly frustrated over that occurrence. “No, I don’t think so.”

“So…” Lisa trailed off, unable to hide the hope lingering in her voice. “Is that a yes?”

You bit down on your lower lip, pondering for a second. Maybe it was the way Jimin had called off your night so suddenly, perhaps it was the way he had ignored your numerous advices or the instances that he had broken your friend’s hearts — whatever it was, you found yourself accepting that idea a little bit better now, even finding some sense of entertainment within it.

In a way, the boy deserved a small payback. One night couldn't be so bad, could it?

The answer left your mouth slowly, almost as if the reasonable part of your mind was pulling you back. “Yes…?”

“Fantastic!” Lisa cheered, jumping out of the couch before you could even understand what was going on. As a big smile sprouted on her face, you knew you had committed a grave mistake. “I’ll call the girls over.”

“Girls?” You frowned, a bit panicky. That was something she oh so conveniently failed to mention before. “What girls?”

Your roommate chuckled, hints of malice gleaming inside her gaze. “You didn’t think we would do this alone, did you?”

Jimin was one of those people that seemed to have always been in your life. As far as your memories could take you, the boy had always been present in your daily adventures, going as far as frivolous afternoons on playgrounds; merely two kids imagining their own word. However, as the years passed, you could not deny the way he had changed. Jimin, who used to be such a kind and altruistic kid, morphed into a cloud of egotism, holding little to no empathy towards the people he used — most of them being just like the four girls that were now in front of you.

Jennie was the first one to arrive, for her dorm was in the same floor as your own. You knew her from the few classes you shared, and you were the first person who told her that, perhaps, getting closer to your best friend was not the wisest of ideas. Of course, she was no fool — Jennie, just like the rest of campus, was terribly aware of Jimin’s toxic reputation.

The only issue started when she thought it could be different with her. Something that, as you came to realize, was the common pattern in the boy’s tactics: Jimin would transform himself to fit every girl’s type, acting in a way they simply could not resist after some time. He would tell them, over and over, how he would not treat them like all the others.

Though, he always did.

“You must be kidding me.” You breathed out, unable to find the correct words to express your surprise. “An earpiece?”

Sitting on the floor across from you, Jennie smiled. “It’s super small, no one will notice,” she said, handing you the small object. You watched as it fell on the palm of your open hand, utterly speechless before it. “Your hair will cover it too.”

“This is so extreme,” you exclaimed, rolling it around on your hand — it was discrete enough to be easily hidden, but an earpiece? If there was a limit, that just crossed it. “It’s Jimin, everyone, not a James Bond villain. Besides, how did you even get one?”

“Majoring in computer science has its perks.” Jennie smiled, pride translucent through her every word. That girl was something else. “This way we can give you instructions in real time. Besides, it’s fun to pretend as if this a spy movie, don’t you guys think?”

“Say that for yourself,” Jisoo scoffed, running a hand through her raven hair. She was sitting on the couch by your side, still using the clothes you saw her in that day. “Really, I’m surprised that you accepted our invitation. We all told Lisa it would be far too risky to call you in.”

Jisoo was the second one to arrive, and the one you least expected to. In fact, as you opened the door, all you could think was how deep you had screwed up that time — she was not someone you were close to, but her reputation had gotten to you. From her beauty to her alluring personality, she was someone who received a lot of attention from the male population, and the fact that she was so hurt about Jimin was not something you could ignore so easily.

“I’m surprised too.” You agreed, ignoring the growing discomfort inside your chest.

Next to you, Lisa smiled pridefully. “What can I say? I’m on top of my game,” she teased, pausing for a second as another idea emerged in her mind. “Okay, everyone, let’s remember that we’re here for business. What about you, (y/n), ready for the basics?”

You laughed, humorless. “Not at all.”

“Great!” She exclaimed, moving closer to you in sheer excitement. Somewhere inside your mind, you thought about how you had surrounded yourself with emotional sadists. “The party will be tomorrow, but I think you already know that. We will be there too, you know, backing you up and all that.”

As much as you were paying attention to what she was saying, you still could not permit yourself to present it. In a way, you had grown interested to that entire situation, and could not help but allow for your curiosity — and even a certain feeling of… retribution  — to take the best of you. “I can’t believe this.”

Chaeyoung, who was sitting with her legs crossed on the sofa, attempted to reassure you once again. “You don’t have to think, we’ll do all the actual work,” the girl spoke with tranquility, fingers playing with her pajamas’ pants. According to Lisa, she came in a rush, and didn’t even bother changing. “All you have left is to follow our lead. And don’t complain when you're using the earpiece, especially out loud. You’ll just look crazy.”

Finally, Chaeyoung was the last one to get to your dorm. Unlike the three other girls, she was the one who seemed to be grasping to her rational side, watching that entire plan unfold with even a bit of coldness. Yes, you had seen her around a couple of times — she was truly close to Lisa, and became quite a constant persona on your daily routine — but, other than that, you two never really held a conversation.

The fact that you were in a position like that, especially with people you barely knew, only served to increase the sense of nervousness pulsating inside your chest; insecurity blossoming on your lips on the form of a hidden inquiry. “Wait, but what will I do?” You finally asked, shaking your head as if to scare that hesitation away. “He’s still my best friend, I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Whatever you say, sweetie,” Jisoo waved her hand, disregarding your complaints. All that she wanted were simple and objective results, really; she did not understand why it had to be so overly complicated in your mind. “You won’t have to hop on his dick if you don’t want to, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Even though it would help the plan,” Lisa trailed off, not paying much attention to the way your expression had melted into utter disbelief. “And, just between us, not that big of a sacrifice.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and leaning against the couch. “Moving on…”

“Be prepared to kiss him, though,” Jennie advised, meeting your incredulous gaze. “What? It’s kind of the minimum.”

“Jennie is right, that will happen,” Chaeyoung complied, then paused for a second. When she spoke again, her voice was much lower, almost as if she was sharing a deep secret with you. “Hey, wait a second. You don’t… have feelings for him, do you?”

“Me? No! That’s ridiculous,” you laughed, nervous. He was your best friend, how could you hold those sentiments within you? More than that, if you did, why would you even accept that offer? “I can do this, don’t worry.”

“Okay, if you say so…” she raised her eyebrows, but did not seem convinced. “It’ll be alright, we have faith in you.”

To your luck, Jisoo interrupted the subject before it could unfold into an even bigger mess. “What are you wearing, by the way?”

“I have absolutely no clue,” you were honest, mentally going over your wardrobe — even if you had seen that party coming, nothing really stood out in your mind as worth wearing. “I wasn’t even planning to go tomorrow.”

“Something hot, that’s for sure,” Jennie told you, her eyes gleaming in wickedness. “Jimin has to drool just at the image of you.”

“God, this is cringeworthy,” you groaned, massaging your temples. Over and over again, the absurd characteristic of your situation crashed down on you in merciless waves of guilt and remorse. “I could go using lingerie and it wouldn’t change the fact that I can’t act… hot or whatever.”

“Don’t be stupid! We all have it within ourselves,” Lisa’s voice was swimming in confidence as she told you so, patting your shoulder for a silent form of reassurance. “Just pretend as if you’re acting a part. You used to be on theater club back in high school, right?”

Your face contorted in sheer embarrassment. “I have no idea how you know that, but please, leave it in the past,” you were quick to say, forcing your own brain to leave those shameful memories in the shadows of your perception. “This is not theater club, it’s my b—”

“—Best friend, we know.” Jisoo rolled her eyes. Looking up at her, the girl’s aura seemed to be much more massive, eyes lit up in hidden fury. “And your best friend just happens to be Jimin, the guy that broke us apart. What’s your point?”

“I feel bad doing this, that’s my point,” you spoke, that mere sentence causing for your heart to grow heavy. “I feel like I’m betraying his trust.”

“Oh, just like he did with all of us?” Jennie was the one who threw back, her own voice growing harsher. “Raise your hand if Park Jimin is an asshole that cheated on you, please?”

All the others did as she said, sarcasm plastered across their features as their hands pointed towards the alabaster ceiling. You were in a very delicate position, feeling as if they stared at you under a microscope.

“Okay, I understand,” you sighed as they lowered their arms. “But it’s still fucked up to do the same. It doesn't make us any better.”

“Karma will take care of our asses later, if that’s the case,” Lisa rejected your sentence, throwing it aside as a mere image of your internal self-doubt — she already knew you would try to find excuses. “But, as for right now, I want to see Jimin paying for what he did to us and to so many others. I want him to learn a lesson that is not okay to do what he’s doing.”

“Agreed,” Jisoo said, staring deep inside your irises as she did so — it was very sudden, but her image reminded you of a hungry lion, and perhaps you were the deer in those preposterous circumstances. “You can step out if you want, but someone else will get your part.”

That you could not take. Even against your best judgement, being the “bait” in that situation would at least allow you to have some sort of damage control, and you could tell when it was time to back out. If it was any other person, however, you could not be so sure your friend would not get out extremely hurt. “Whatever, okay. I’m still in,” you breathed out. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“The list is enormous,” Jennie mumbled, slightly wide-eyed at the hypotheses that sprouted in her head. Her words died in her throat as she met the fulminating gazes of the other girls. “What? It is.”

“Just don’t fall for him and we’re good,” Chaeyoung said, ignoring her friend’s unnecessary comment. Suddenly, the reality of her position came back to her, and the late hours made her remember what was waiting the next day. “Now, I think we should get going. Tomorrow is Friday, but the classes are still there.”

Jennie agreed, placing her hand on the couch for support. “Yeah, but we’ll come back before the party,” she said, moving to get the earpiece back, which you handed to her gladly. “Be ready for an extreme makeover. Jimin won’t know what hit him.”

You laughed, skeptical. “You guys calm my spirit down, really.”

“Thank you! We try.” Chaeyoung smiled fondly as Lisa opened the door for them. For a mere instant, you and your roommate held a gaze that was full of electricity, and you could almost feel as her heart beated in excitement. “See you tomorrow, no excuses!”

“Sleep well, sweetie,” Jisoo purred, looking at your from the passageway. “Tomorrow we start breaking Jimin’s heart.”

Slowly and invitingly, the night morphed into a pale pink skyline, greeting you in a brand new day. Your morning classes passed in hidden, euphoric thoughts; the most overwhelming of possibilities running through your mind in a never ending tornado of self-condemnation and stigmas. You swore you were going to get yourself out of that pathetic position, that you would come contact your best friend about the maleficent ideas that had sprouted against him. And you meant it.

However, a quick talk with Jimin was enough to change your mind once and for all.

The sun was dripping down on the open soccer field with delicacy, casting its golden lights on the millimetrically cut grass when the whistle finally sounded, followed by the relieved sighs of the exhausted players. Right at the middle, the captain let out a long exhale, taking the hem of his shirt to dry the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.

Next to him, his colleague touched his shoulder lightly, greeting him with a smile.  “Park Jimin, your girlfriend is here for your break.” Jungkook teased, pointing at the figure standing before the cyan bleachers.

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Jimin cursed, noticing instantly in the harshness in your posture — crossed arms and a frown on your face — that there was something wrong. With a gorgeous smile, he signaled that you could enter the field, and so you did. “By the way,” he murmured, glancing at Jungkook, who already had his stare locked on you. “Hands off.”

“You’re so overprotective.” His friend grinned, entertained — though, he did not deny the thoughts that had crossed his mind. “Don’t act as if you don’t—”

“—Thank you, Jungkook, that’s all for now,” he cut his sentence short, giving him no mind. As you finally arrived in front of him, Jimin silently thanked the fact that Jungkook had noticed his cue to leave. “How you doing, babe?” He greeted, walking in your direction.

“Told you not to call me that, Park,” you spat, pushing something against his chest. As Jimin looked down, he recognized at being a pair of used socks. “Next time you stop by my dorm, don’t leave your smelly socks behind. I was turning into a post-nuclear warfare in there.”

“Always the gentle soul.” Jimin pouted as he placed one arm around your shoulders, touching his body against your own. “Oh, since you're here, could I ask you something?” He almost whispered.

That could not be good.

You groaned, removing his arm from around you. “Get away, you're all sweaty. Besides, you'll ask it either way,” you told him. “But sure, whatever, go ahead.”

“You're roommates with…” he paused at that, looking down at the dirty socks in his hands as if they held the answer he needed.

Of course he could not even remember that. “Lisa,” you told him, poison dripping from your tongue.

“Lisa, right, yeah,” Jimin confirmed, nodding his head in acknowledgement. “Is she… okay with, you know, everything?”

You crossed your arms, defensive. “Do you actually care?”

“Yes, I mean... no,” Jimin bit down on his lower lip, taking an instant to formulate his sentence. Against the bright effulgence of the sun, the boy looked simply ethereal — sand-colored hair gleaming under the light, drops of sweat contouring his celestial features. Even after a hard day at training, the captain still bordered on perfection. “Jungkook told me she's kinda the… revengeful type. To spread rumors.”

“I can't believe you,” you scoffed, taking a step back. Unaffected by your reaction, Jimin looked at you in empty, almost confused expectation. “You cheated on her and now you're worried that she'll spread the word that you have what? A small dick or something?”

“I mean, not that.” He chuckled. His superior posture was getting on your nerves and, even more, his lack of basic common sense and compassion was bordering on the unbearable. “But I don't know, rumors about me is the last thing I need right now.”

“You disgust me sometimes, Jimin,” you rolled your eyes, bitterness taking over your tone. “Lisa is okay, thank you very much. But yeah, she's pissed. Who wouldn’t be?”

His eyes shone in apprehension. “Fuck, so do you think—”

“—She won't say that you have a small dick, if that’s what you want to know,” you cut his sentence short, holding back from implying that there was an even bigger storm coming — and, after that venovenous presentation of his inner insensibility, you had took that situation personally. Duly, Jimin was your friend, but so was Lisa.  “Rest assured, your secret is safe.”

“You wish, but are—” he was interrupted when, from behind him, one of the players called for his captain’s assistance. Jimin told them he would be there in a second, and turned back to you. “Thank you, anyways. And I got the part about the socks. Is that all, babe?”

“Fuck you, stop calling me that,” you grunted, annoyed. However, something sprouted amidst your irritated thoughts. “Actually, I was thinking… are you going tonight? To the frat party?”

“Couldn’t miss that one,” Jimin answered straight away. “Why?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t want to be there alone, that’s all.”

“Wait, stop there,” the boy blinked, raising his hands in front of his chest as if you had just slapped him. “You’re going?”

You frowned, leaning your head to the side. “Why the surprise?”

“Do you have a fever?” Your friend chuckled, trying you place the back of his hand against your forehead. Annoyed, you slapped it away as you took a step back. “Is everything okay?”

“Very funny,” you were sarcastic, ignoring the way some of the other players had stopped, curious, to watch your interaction. “It’s the end of the semester, my finals are over. What’s the problem with me wanting to unwind a little bit?”

Jimin laughed in pure disbelief, shaking his head. “Who are you?”

“Your worst nightmare, for now,” you said with a smirk, taking a couple steps back. Once again, his team members called for him. “See you tonight, Park.”

“I don’t know which demon possessed you, but I’m not calling an exorcist.” Jimin laughed as you moved away from the open field. “See ya, babe.”

“Fuck you and your socks, babe.” You threw back, turning around.

Jimin smiled as you walked away, his eyes falling to the hypnotizing way your body moved against the radiant daylight. This night will be interesting, he thought, absentminded.

He had no idea how interesting, though.

The second your heels clicked against the cold asphalt, you swore you were about to faint under the overwhelming weight of your nervousness. As you got out of the passenger seat, you fought to keep your short red dress in place, cursing at every aspect around you for being thrown in something as preposterous at that situation.

“Won't you look at that.” Lisa smiled, placing her arms over the wheel as she stared up and down your figure, taking in the progress that they had made in just a few hours. “Park Jimin is a dead man.”

“If I don’t die first because of this dress,” you threw back, fingers clinging to its hem in a faithless attempt to keep it in place. It was tighter than you could bear; but, then again, you had been outnumbered countless times that night. “How can you wear this?”

Chaeyoung pouted, her voice coming from the backseat. “What’s the problem? It’s my favorite dress.”

You shook your head in denial, ignoring the iciness of night. “It’s barely a skirt.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jisoo rolled her eyes, leaning against the open car window. “That’s the intention, anyways. You need to get his attention.”

“Besides, kinda late to back out now,” Jennie completed from her side, the pale glow of her laptop casting phantasmagorical shadows on her attentive eyes — eyes that, within a heartbeat, traveled to something behind you. “Look, that guy is already checking you o—”

“Okay, everyone, let the girl breathe,” Lisa interrupted, actually feeling sorry for the way your aura withered in tension. “We’ll be right here for the good and for the bad parts, okay? If something goes wrong, just inflate his ego.”

You frowned. “Does that even work?”

“Well, knowing you can’t inflate something e—“ she paused, meeting your perplexed irises. “Okay, sorry. It does, though. You’d be impressed.”

You shook your head in silent denial, taking a couple steps back. “I will come drag you all to hell later,” you told them. “Have fun watching my torture.”

“You know we will.” Jisoo smiled, waving as you walked towards the effervescent mansion. “Good luck, sweetie!”

With a deep, shaky exhale, you started walking towards the frat house.

The night had passed in a calamity of preparation and the exhaustive repetition of what would unfold during such event. You had survived Jisoo’s merciless makeup session, Chaeyoung’s unusable attire choice and, finally, the constant bickering coming from Jennie about not damaging such delicate equipment. Then again, it wasn’t as if you had chosen the idea of using an earpiece in the first place. Or that you had any space for choice whatsoever — revenge plans were not synonymous with democracy.

Booming in flashing lights and a low, electronic beat; the mansion stood out like a storm cloud amidst the clean skies of tranquility, its massiveness embracing your body as your shoes clicked against the concrete floor. As you moved towards the front door, thoughts as cloudy as the overcast horizon, you permitted yourself to look back at the silver vehicle, a bit despondent as you noticed that the girls had already rolled up their windows. For you, that only meant one thing: the plan had truly started.

‘Can you hear me? Touch your arm if you can.’ Jennie’s voice sounded firm on your ear, sounding as if to confirm your preoccupations. You did as she said, hearing as she hummed in content. ‘Great. Lisa said that Jimin is probably in the backyard by the pool, but it's too risky because of the equipment. Now, as much as we don’t know about that, it’s better to stay— What?’

She paused, and you could hear the vague, indistinguishable mumbling of someone else’s tone as you walked past the front door. Now, you were out of their field of vision and, as you mingled with the ocean of intoxicated guests, the turbulence in your thoughts only increased.

‘Okay, Chaeyoung said that you should drink a bit to get confident. No need to get drunk, just ease out a little bit,’ the girl advised, no need for further convincing. You were so anxious that you felt as if your heart could burst into flames, and nothing like the good old liquid courage to push you through yet another impulsive decision. ‘We can’t see the kitchen from where we are, so don’t stay too far away from him, otherwise we won’t have any idea of what is going on.’

You hummed, but was not sure if they could hear it over the loud music. To your private bliss, the kitchen was deserted, swimming in empty pizza boxes and a pile of used red cups. It took you some time to find a clean one and, when you did, you were glad that the alcohol was quicker to find.

‘Lisa is asking me to remind you of theater club. Don’t be nervous, just play your part,’ Jennie said, but failed to calm your nerves down. You had no idea how bringing up such tragic part of your past could potentially change something, but it was not working at all. ‘Dammit, we can see him. He's going to the kitchen. Get ready.’

You almost choked on your drink as your heard that, pulse losing its calm rhythm as you chugged down the liquid. It burned your throat slightly, though not enough that it would prevent you from running your hands through your dress, attempting to fix mistakes only you could see.

And that was when he walked in.

Park Jimin was your best friend — but, hell, did he look good. So good, in fact that you could not help the way your eyes trailed down the path from his leather jacket to his black pants, then back at the fascinating way his sandy hair runned down his face like a delicate waterfall, casting a mystical cascade over his dark obsidian eyes.

Perhaps that mission would not be so terrible, after all.

Just like his presence had crashed down on you, the concupiscent vision of your figure shot through his chest. For a second of utter confusion, Jimin simply stared you up and down, stopping dead on his tracks and letting his mouth fall open in a silent exclamation. “Wait, (y/n)?” He spoke, voice coming out slow — as if he was doubtful of the image he had been presented with. “What the fuck happened to you?”

You rolled your eyes, placing your elbow on the marble surface. You needed to keep your composure, that was all. You could do that. “Delicate as a flower, Jimin.”

“You look… fuck, you look amazing,” he found himself utterly breathless under your gaze, mind working on overdrive to find the correct words. “I almost didn't recognize you.”

You raised one eyebrow, interested. “Are you implying I don't always look amazing?”

“No! No, it's just...” Jimin cleared his throat, his eyes still locked on your figure as he started to move towards you. Whatever he was going to do there, it was long forgotten by that point. “Damn, you look hot.”

“Once again, that happens on a daily basis,” you said, sarcastic. Before he could verbalize anything else, you chose to change the subject to a more mundane idea. “Have you been here for long?”

“Um, about an hour?” The boy pondered, leaning against the marble surface. Finally his stare met your own, and you could not identify the sentiment that sparked inside his profound pupils. “I didn't think you were actually coming, though.”

You chuckled, running one hand through your hair. “Why would I lie about that?”

“I have no idea, but I’m so damn glad that you didn’t.” Jimin smirked, allowing for his attention to return to your figure. He was truly shameless. “Do you… wanna get something to drink?”

You pointed at the half empty red cup resting besides you. “Already did, thank you.”

‘What a gentleman, but I’m not buying it,’ Jennie said, sarcasm clear within her every syllable. ‘Ask him to show you around. Get some alone time.’

“What about you show me around?” You voiced, attempting to remain composed. Receiving frequent instructions like that was something you had to grow used to, especially if you wished for that plan to work. “This place feels like a labyrinth.”

“Sure,” Jimin agreed a bit faster than you expected. “What do you wanna see?”

‘It doesn't really matter, I just wanted to spend time with you.’

“It doesn't really matter,” you repeated, lowering your voice just enough for him to notice the subtle change in your posture. “Honestly, I just wanted to spend time with you.”

Jimin’s eyes lit up in understanding as he nodded in agreement. “Oh, of course, yeah,” he told you, stepping aside and pointing at the booming living room. “Come with me, then.”

Enwrapped by the faint illumination of that crowded residence, Jimin swore he was about to lose himself in your presence. Your friend found himself oddly drawn by your proximity, his gaze adventuring from the marvelous contours of your body — pausing at the outline of your hips or the alluring contours of your breasts. It was hell masked by a vision of paradise; the crimson hue of your dress oh so perfectly combining with the profoundness of your gaze.

As he guided you around the fraternity, you could not help but notice those small deviations in his actions, as if he was holding back a strong sentiment within his chest. It was almost comical to think that you would be the one who trigger such uncharacteristic attraction — but, at the same time, you were not complaining.

Just as you were about to forget the reason why you had gone there, Jennie’s voice broke your reveries. ‘Ask him about his game next week.’

“How are you doing? You know, for your game next week,” you pushed your shoulder against his own, playful. Your friend found your gentleness a bit odd, but chose not to comment on it — if anything, your presence itself seemed to have shifted completely within a day, and Jimin simply adored it. “You've been practicing a lot.”

“Yeah, I'm a bit nervous about it,” Jimin admitted, eyes lost in the frenzy of guests. You could not help but notice the way the lights of the party — a marvelous magenta hue — dripped over his features with utter delicacy, causing for his inky eyes to stand out, attentive and deep as ever. “Big team, you know?”

“Nothing you can't go against,” you told him, sure of your claims. You could almost visualize Lisa smiling as you did that, his inflated ego being something she commented tirelessly. “You're the team captain for a reason.”

“I guess, but the responsibility still falls on my shoulders,” he responded, but his tone did seem a bit lighter after your subtle compliment. “Didn’t know you actually cared about it, though. You never seemed to be big on sports.”

You hummed, taking a moment before responding. “I've been… quite interested lately.”

‘That's good. Keep that confidence on,’ Jennie said, her voice making your heart skip a beat. You had almost forgotten they were there, and it made you feel horribly vulnerable. ‘Ask if he can show you the second floor as you're still in front of the stairs.’

“Hey, can you show me the second floor?” You asked, using a slow tone to mask the abruptness of your request. Jimin raised an eyebrow in confusion, watching as you had stopped walking right in front of the endless marble steps. “I'm curious about what goes on up there.”

“It's impossible you don't have an idea already,” he chuckled, but could not bring himself to turn down such tempting proposal. “Alright, okay. Just don't blame me if all doors are locked, or if you see something you don't want to.”

‘Shit, we can see you two now from the window. Oh my god, he can't stop staring at your tits,’ Jennie giggled at that, her sentence causing for you to notice something you had been ignoring for all that time — truly, Jimin could not take his eyes off the curvature of your breasts, and it was starting to make you uncomfortable. ‘Jisoo says for you to tease him about it.’

“I won't,” you responded, placing two of your fingers on his chin, forcing him to look back at you. “Really, Park? It's rude not to hold eye contact.”

“Sorry,” Jimin said, his voice coming out an octave lower. As if it was a natural reaction, he took a step towards you; tension pulsating between your bodies. “You just look… very fucking good.”

‘Show me the second floor, then.’

You chuckled, taking the hand that was on his face and allowing for it to run towards his shoulder. “Why don't you show me the second floor, then?” You asked slowly, taking your time to dwell into the sheer desire that coruscated inside his ebony irises.

Jimin licked his lips, his gaze lost in your own. “Yeah, I could… I could do that,” he trailed off, meeting your eyes as he took a step back, signaling to the stairs besides you. “Ladies first.”

You nodded, satisfied with his posture. “Thank you.”

‘He's totally staring at your ass right now,’ she chuckled, entertained. ‘This is incredible, my dreams are coming true— Yes, Lisa, I have very strange dreams.’

Guilty as charged. You could practically feel as his eyes burned down your back, his aura growing thicker by every step. Neither of you were stupid, you knew perfectly well what those bedrooms offered; and were both fine with it.

That, however, made you realize something else — not even you, as his friend, was safe. Jimin clearly did not mind your friendship that much, seeing as he was oh so quick to throw it aside just to satiate his lustful, ephemeral thoughts. In the end, he saw you like any other girl he had used; and that realization enraged you as much as it pained your soul.

“This is the second floor, in all its glory,” he told you, guiding you to the end of the hall. He pointed at a wooden door by the corner, and you understood that that was the place that you were heading. “Sometimes I crash here after a game. Hope no one is using my bed for, you know, something.”

“As if you wouldn't do that yourself.” You laughed, waiting a bit before you continued. You almost wished that corridor could be a little longer, so you could actually think better about your words. “Don’t pretend as if I’m the first person you bring up here, Park.”

“Excuse you?” He spoke, but did not seem truly offended. It was almost unfair how good he looked under those warm damascus lights, but not even that would drag you away from your purpose for that night. “When did we start pointing fingers?”

You smiled, leaning against the alabaster walls, eyes falling to his digits as they curled around the silver handle. “You didn't deny, though.”

“No reason to,” Jimin was quick to say as he opened the door, his shoulders falling as he found his private place still untouched. “God exists. We're cool.”

He turned on the lights, signaling for you to enter. You crossed your arms in interest as your eyes visited the most peculiar aspects of that room; from the countless soccer-related posters that encrusted the walls from the several, golden trophies that were decorated the shelves. Next to an open window, a queen-sized bed awaited for you two, sheets meticulously placed on it.

“Impressive,” you commented, gaze traveling around the posters on the walls. The door clicked shut behind you, and the boy walked towards the bed. “You managed to become the stereotype of a college soccer player within two seconds.”

“Hey, the decoration wasn't on me,” Jimin defended himself, throwing his body on the mattress so he could sit down. “Blame Taehyung for that.”

You chuckled, mind already somewhere else. “I'll make sure to.”

‘Good, don't let the conversation die. I don't know how close you two are right now, but take a few steps towards him,’ Jennie told you, taking a second before adding another advice. ‘Ask him how’s the party going, we need that opening.’

You moved slowly towards him, but kept your eyes lost somewhere else. “So, how's the party so far?” You questioned, glimpsing at his focused gaze for a mere instant before leaving it — Jimin was used to receiving all the attention in the world, and you were not about to give him that just yet. “I got here a bit later than I expected, maybe I lost all the fun parts.”

He thought for a second, but did not actually care about the event since you had arrived. “The usual, I guess,” he merely replied, running one hand through his sand-colored hair. “Don't worry, you haven't lost much.”

‘I'm sorry that I dragged you away from your friends.’

“I hope I didn't drag you away from your friends,” you trailed off, your heels clicking against the polished wooden floor as you moved towards the bed. “Sorry if that happened.”

“There's no problem here, babe,” Jimin guaranteed, leaning back a little. Shame forgotten, his eyes followed the alluring swinging of your hips as you approached him, his mind focused on the overwhelming curves of your body. “The party got a thousand times better since you came over.”

‘What a loser.’ Jennie scoffed. ‘Say: Did you wait for me?’

“I'm glad to hear that.” You chuckled lightly. “Did you wait for me?”

Jimin sighed, dreamy. “I was praying you'd come, really,” he trailed off, focused on the way you looked so good on that scarlet dress. “And I wasn't disappointed.”

‘Tell me something so we can know your positions.’

You hummed, both directed at Jennie and the boy in front of you. “Is this okay?” You questioned, placing your hands on his shoulders. Jimin felt his heartbeat increasing at the mere contact, your eyes dripping the lust he never thought he needed. “I mean, you're sitting on the bed, and I'm standing up so close to you… I can step back if you want.”

‘Fuck, okay. Girls, we’re going in. Ready for impact.’

“Fuck no.” Jimin breathed out, eyes falling to the curves of your breasts. His hands landed on your waist, lightly pulling you towards his figure. “In fact, you can… come closer.”

‘How close?’

“That's nice,” you commented, allowing for your knees to meet the mattress. Now, your voice was much lower, driven by desire — were you acting it out? At that point, you were not so sure. “How close?”

Jimin groaned, applying more pressure on your flesh. “Closer.”

‘Straddle his lap,’ Jennie’s voice sounded on your ear, dragging you back to reality. Somewhere inside your mind, you perceived the way you were getting carried away. ‘Let your foreheads touch, but he should be the one to kiss you.’

You did as she requested, placing your center against his own. The hem of your dress runned up your thighs as you did so, exposing more of your skin. “Is this okay?” You purred, leaning your forehead against his own ― nothing more than a mere centimeter, but enough that he flinched at the premise of a contact. You were so incredibly, dangerously close to him that he felt as if he was dreaming, marveling on the ethereal contours of your face as your eyes shone amidst the darkness of the room.

“More than okay,” he almost moaned out, shaky. His eyes fell from your plump lips to the curves of your body as he savored on every small detail, wondering how mesmerizing you looked under all those clothes. More than that, Jimin caught himself delving into the carnal images of your body under his own, all open for him to have a taste of. “Fuck, babe. You're killing me here. You're my friend, I can't—”

“—You can, Jimin,” you interrupted, taking one hand to cup the soft skin of his cheek. The mere touch was enough to send an electric pulse through his body, making him lick his lips in expectation. Neither of you believed that was happening, but delighted in every second of it. “I want you to.”

‘Jisoo says take his hand and place it on your breasts— Yeah, stop showing off, we know he loved that, we've all been there—’

God, Jimin needed you so bad it almost hurt him. “Babe...” He started to say, but his sentence got lost in the way you moved.

You took one of his hands, guiding his touch from your waist to your stomach, and then up your chest. Placing it over one of your breasts, you forced out a light moan as he squeezed the place; causing for his eyes to light up in sheer desire. “Jimin,” you called out, needy. “I want you.”

“Shit,” he cursed, sanity hanging by a thread.  Your lips were so close that they touched as he spoke, his heavy breathing hitting your face as he ever so faithlessly attempted to hold back to the remnants of his reason. “You're so fucking hot.”

From the other side of the connection, Jennie sighed. ‘Why is the boy so slow? Jesus. Ask him to kiss you already.’

Somewhere along that interaction, all fragments of hesitation had left your body. The girls could call it whatever they wanted — alcohol, confidence or even revenge —, but you were gradually coming to terms with your current position: you were feeling attraction towards your best friend. More than you ever should, more than you could ever admit to.

But, shit, you were not lying when you said you wanted him.

Your eyelashes fluttered as your eyes closed with delicacy, voice no more than a seductive whisper as you repeated those words. “Can you kiss me, Jimin?”

For him, that was enough.

Faster than he could understand, his lips were crashing against yours as you moved up his lap; hands holding to his shoulders as a moan dripped from his plump lips. Jimin kissed you with fervor and desire, delighting in the honey of your tongue and running his hands through your body like he wanted to to explore it whole. You melted under his touch, sighing against his mouth as his digits found the flesh of your ass; pulling you down against his center.

He grunted and moaned against your mouth, biting your lips as he felt the amazing pressure of your body on top of his. The boy thought you looked utterly aphrodisiac, capable to drive him towards madness with a simple kiss.

‘Damn, by the sounds of it, he's liking whatever you're doing,’ Jennie commented, sounding surprised. ‘Sorry, I'm making this awkward. Lisa says for you to roll your hips against him.’

Fuck it.

Jimin whimpered at the contact, a sound so harmonic you simply needed to hear again. You pulled your hips back just so you could push them back down, the outline of his hard cock running straight through your clothes’ folds and to your clit. It did not take long for you to set a pace — kissing and biting his swollen lips as you rolled your core against his own, earning countless groans from your friend.

The boy separated the kiss to work on your neck as you kept grinding against him, the tingling on your stomach pushing you to add even more pressure. You were already soaked, fighting back your own moans and he sucked on your soft skin, grunting against your flesh as his fingers dug deep to your sides. “That feels so fucking good,” Jimin moaned out, licking the place he had just savored. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum on my pants like this.”

‘Don't let him take control, okay? He's not getting anything tonight,’ she paused for a second, thinking about what your next moves would be. ‘Ask him what he wants.’

“What do you want, Jimin?” You voiced, dangerously slow. Jimin followed the movements of your lips with endless fascination, and you wondered if perhaps he was picturing something else.

He groaned, closing his eyes in bliss. “Shit, I want you, babe.”

‘Good. Now we know what we won't give,’ she said, a sense of victory lingering on her words. Those girls were emotional sadists, but were you any better? In that instant, you did not think so. ‘Tease him a bit more, but no undressing. He doesn't even get to see.’

“What do you want me to do?” You provoked, voice coming out as a whisper.

“Faster, please,” was all the he said before you attended his request, eager to do so. Pleasure was becoming more predominant by every move, and moans started to drip from your own lips as it did so. Jimin only grunted at the melodious sound, raising his own hips to meet your dry thrusts. “God, you must be so fucking wet right now.”

‘All for you.’

“All for you,” you told him, trying your best to control the desire in your own tone. Jimin whimpered as you moved the angle a bit, hitting a more sensible place. “You like this, Jimin?”

“S-shit yes,” Jimin whined and begged for you to keep moving, overtook by the incredible way you grinded against the bulge on his pants. The pressure was making him see stars, but still far from what he wanted the most. “F-Fuck, (y/n), I can’t—“

“What’s the problem, Jimin?” You teased, your mellifluous voice dancin in his ears. Even that seemed to push him towards his edge, and he caught himself wondering how fantastic you would sound calling out his name as he pounded mercilessly in and out of you, feeling as your walls clenched around him and your juices ran down his length. “Are you gonna cum on your pants?”

The boy whimpered, mindlessly raising his hips to meet your actions. Soon, the erotic way you moved against him would be his downfall, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if he wasn’t even able to remove his pants before he came undone underneath your poisonous touch. “It feels amazing, baby girl. Fuck—”

‘He called you baby girl. How romantic,’ Jennie scoffed, clearly annoyed. ‘Jisoo says we stop for tonight. Lisa says we make him beg… I think I'll side with Lisa for this one. Stop whatever you're doing. Let's see how he reacts.’

Every nerve or you body screamed for you to keep moving, but the neediness plastered across his face gave you strength to do as you were requested. Denying Jimin of his release would not be any close to what he did with your other friends, and you should keep that in mind for as long as you could.

More than that, you should keep in mind that he was still your friend, and that was still a plan.

Jimin cried out as your actions suddenly morphed into nothingness, swollen lips redeemed by the way he had bitten them. “Babe, please,” the boy attempted to bargain, thrusting up in a frivolous try to get some sort of fiction. “Please, baby girl, that felt so good, why did you stop?”

‘I don't think you really want me.’

You took two of your fingers, your nails delicately scratching the soft skin of his lips as you spoke softly. “I don't think you really want me, Jimin.”

Jimin licked his lips, quick to shake his head in denial. His cock was throbbing in his pants, the need inside him causing for him to almost whine out in frustration. “No, baby girl, I need you so fucking bad, please.”

‘Stand up. Say that you don’t believe in him, say that you need proof.’

You chuckled, standing back on your feet — the tingling on your lower abdomen was gradually subsiding, but was still present enough for you to feel the annoyance of your separation, the absence of his heat feeling like torture. “I don't believe you,” you cut his foolish bargains, taking your hands to the hem of your dress. You pulled it down, adjusting it as if nothing had happened. “I need more proof than that, so why don't you show me?”

His face was contoured by submission, eyebrows raised in a mixture of need and slight desperation. “What can I do?” He reached his hands out, placing them on the curvature of your waist. Jimin pulled you towards him once again; but, instead of falling back on his lap, you placed one of your knees on the mattress and kept staying up. “Anything for you, babe.”

‘What a player. No, Chaeyoung, we’re not telling him to fuck off,’ her voice paused for a second, turning into static. Soon, it returned as abruptly as it left. ‘Okay, just be like: if I don't give myself to you tonight, will you still want me this bad tomorrow?’

A light laugh left your lips as you removed his hands from your body, taking a step away from the bed. Lust was plastered all over his features, coruscating inside his eyes as you did so. “I don't know… If I don't give myself to you tonight,” you purred, eyes falling to the bulge on his dark pants. “Will you still want me this bad tomorrow?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jimin groaned, moving his body closer to your own. Once again, you took a step back, acting oblivious to his needs. “I've wanted this for so long now.”

‘Of course would say that. He told me the same thing,’ Jennie spat, and you swore you could see her eyes rolling as she said so. ‘What a hypocrite. You know what? Get out of there, leave him the way he is.’

“Let's see if you're a man of your word, Park,” you provoked, running a hand through your hair. In your lips, the vague impression of his kiss still lingered, but you were forcing yourself to keep strong. In a way, you were actually surprised about the way your voice was coming out steady and confident; aspects that were slowly dissolving as you understood what had just happened. “I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night.”

Jimin opened his mouth to argue, but his throat felt dry as you moved towards the passage; opening it with no hesitation. “(Y/n), wait, I'm—”

Before he could finish, the door was already closing again.

All you wanted was to have a normal, tranquil night. Where had it gone so wrong?

Walk of shame had nothing on you. As you moved quickly downstairs, the paranoia inside your head made you think that every breathing being in that house was staring at you, accompanying the rapid movement of your legs while you went straight to the front door. Perhaps it was your own guilt weighing down on you, but suddenly you were not so sure about that entire plan anymore.

To be quite honest, there were some other parts of that night that you did not know how to feel about.

It was quick, almost instantaneous the way your previous confidence had morphed into a profound sense of regret, causing for you to feel your heart growing heavy. Yes, perhaps you were blowing it out of proportion, but the reality of your position crashed on top of you like a huge wave, the undertow dragging you back to the consequences of your impulsive decisions — Jimin was your friend; even if he was a douchebag, he was still your companion.

What have you done?

The cool night air embraced your body the second you stepped out the front door. You crossed your arms in a natural reaction to prevent the icy breeze from reaching you, but soon noticed it was a frivolous act. As the stars flickered beyond the opaque clouds, you removed the earbud, walking towards the dark vehicle like a tornado; ignoring the drunken guests that stumbled around the dew-covered grass.

Almost as if waiting for a cue, the car’s windows lowered, presenting you with four content faces. “Fuck, girl, I knew you had it in you!” Jisoo cheered from the backseat, a big smile shining on her face. “That was great. I felt it in my bones.”

“That was a tragedy,” you groaned, throwing the earpiece through the half open window. From inside the vehicle, you heard Jennie cursing out, complaining how it was an expensive material. “I can't believe this actually happened. My friendship is pretty much over with.”

Lisa chuckled as you sat next to her on the passenger seat, closing the door soon after. “Nothing you can’t fix it later. Besides, don't act as if you didn't like it a tiny bit,” she teased, not actually expecting a response from your part. “Jimin does that. But let's remember that you're in control, all right?”

“Whatever,” you groaned, putting on your seatbelt with more force than necessary. A feeling you could not identify lingered inside your chest as you stared at the booming mansion, an odd part of you wishing you were still in there. “We're done anyways. It was only one night.”