"That's a bigger anticlimax than when Taehyung showed me his cock!" Jungkook protested at Yoongi's news that there was no official winner of the competition.

"Hey!" Taehyung replied, slapping the younger playfully as he lined his eyes for the tenth time that night to really make them pop.

You guessed it - another frat party. And this time, everyone wanted to get laid. Which meant one thing and one thing only - the thongs, tight jeans, and dangerously low cut t-shirts were out. Well, for everyone except Yoongi who refused to wear anything but his normal black T-shirt.

Hoseok was busy applying blue eyeshadow and gems to his eyes, Jungkook was curling his hair, and Taehyung was covering his whole body in baby oil. Namjoon watched on, the harness and cockring under his clothes starting to feel a little uncomfortable. He hadn't quite recovered from his date with Jin, and every time he saw the elder he just blushed and then went in the complete opposite direction.

The music was pumping loudly from the house when the group arrived, and they all piled in to grab the free alcohol and scout out who was there. It was a big night. There were people of all ages, all social groups, and all sexualities mingling in such a confined area. Without realising it, Yoongi's eyes scanned the room for one person. And when they landed on him, he didn't quite know how to feel.

Seeing Jimin existing outside of the stupid competition was a bit like seeing a teacher outside school. It just felt weird. What felt even weirder was the way Jimin beckoned him over, disregarding the boy he was speaking to so that Yoongi would have his full attention.

"Yoongi! Fancy seeing you here!" Jimin said, his words slurring subtly, "Look at us being all buddy-buddy."

Yoongi nodded unsurely, wondering what was the best excuse to get away from Jimin. He hated the way he responded to Jimin's presence; there was a part of him which longed for some kind of validation from the younger which was simply ridiculous because he was...well he was Min Yoongi. And Min Yoongi didn't need anyone to tell him he was a bad bitch.

"Thought about your cock last night," Jimin whispered to Yoongi, and the elder hated the fact that those simple words made him shiver with excitement, "Thought about how pretty it was."

Exhaling a shaky breath, Yoongi found the mental strength to push the drunk younger away and walk away. However, he was stopped by the desperate grabbing motion of the younger.

"NO! Don't leave me," Jimin whined, clinging onto Yoongi's jacket.

This some sub shit, Yoongi thought to himself but moved back towards Jimin. He told himself that he was just being a decent human being by not leaving a drunk person alone, but he knew that there was some other mysterious reason holding him there - he kind of enjoyed Jimin's company.

Smirking at his work, Jimin played with the collar of Yoongi's t-shirt while the elder coughed awkwardly and downed the drink in his hand. Jimin began speaking about stupid things, and Yoongi nodded along despite the fact that he wasn't really listening.

"Want to go have some fun?" Jimin whispered out of the blue which made Yoongi choke on his own spit, but he was now slightly too drunk to know what was the right thing to do.

The pair stumbled upstairs to the nearest free bedroom, and Jimin made sure to lock the door before climbing on the bed in front of them. Unsure of what to do, Yoongi stood in the corner and watched as Jimin laid out like a starfish on the bed. Yoongi hated the way that Jimin managed to make him feel like the awkward fifteen year old version of himself.

"You want to watch a show from the corner of the room or are you going to join me on the bed?" Jimin mocked, and Yoongi reluctantly walked over to the bed where he lay next to the younger who automatically placed a leg over Yoongi.

"Let's kiss," Jimin mumbled, lifting his head so that it was now in line with the elder's face.

"I don't think that's the best idea-"

"No one needs to know," Jimin giggled, and the sound alone made Yoongi's stomach do a thing.

It wasn't necessarily like when you get butterflies for someone, but it was more like nerves building inside him.

Nodding despite the alarm bells going on in his head, Yoongi felt the breath knocked out of him as Jimin moved his head closer to his own. Lips touching, it was like Yoongi forgot how to kiss for a minute, and he paused as his brain felt foggy and lethargic.

He was awoken from his own thoughts by the movements of Jimin; the younger was grinding on him as the pair locked lips, his actions more needy and desperate by the second.

"Are you prepped?" Jimin whispered which made Yoongi pull away from the boy in confusion.

"I'm not bottoming," Yoongi retorted back harshly, looking at Jimin incredulously for even suggesting such a thing.

"Well I'm not either," Jimin replied back, the alcohol haze worn off as anger took form.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

The pair both sat back up, their lips still swollen but their eyes were shooting daggers at each other. This is never going to work, Yoongi thought to himself as he flattened down his own hair before exiting the room, not giving Jimin another look. He knew it was a dangerous idea to get anywhere close to the blonde anyway. He should have trusted his judgement more.

But despite his best intentions, he couldn't quite keep away from Park Jimin.

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yo, why can't they see that they're made for each other?

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