Taehyung nods his head to the beat of the loud music playing as he leans back on the kitchen counter, his eyes surveying the attendees. He spots a few possible candidates for a rendezvous later in the night, but no one in particular who intrigues him. His bored expression soon morphs into an interested one when she spots his friend escorting a thick woman in an orange jumpsuit to the makeshift dance floor they had made in the middle of living room.

He smirks as he watches the woman frown as he approaches the two, making sure to push his fingers slowly through his chestnut mullet in the way he knows irks her.

"Hello Uma," he takes her hand in his and smiles. She wastes no time in yanking it back and hooking her arm around Hoseok's.

"Taehyung," she says monotonously.

"Glad you could come, I know Hobi is," he wraps an arm around Hoseok's neck and playfully ruffles his hair.

"Yeah, yeah, hey can you watch the door for her friend Y/N, she-" Uma claps a hand over Hoseok's lips and hastily shushes him but it's too late. Taehyung loosens his grip on the man and his eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Y/N, like um...like the waitress?" Uma narrows her eyes at the man's sudden change in demeanor, her hazel eyes assessing how he begins to fidget with the sleeves of his black turtleneck at the mention of your name.

"Yes," she slowly says, "my friend, who should be back any second. You should go wait by the door for her."

Taehyung licks his lips and nods, fixing his hair a little before making his way to the front door.

Uma's eyes follow him, her brow still furrowed but is interrupted when she feels a light slap at her hand. She looks at Hoseok whose mouth is still enveloped in her palm and she quickly apologizes before dropping it back to her side and nervously chuckles.

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You make your way back up the porch steps, the heavy bottle of tequila sloshing in one hand and Yoongi's car keys jangling in the other. The music is now loud enough to drown out your thoughts and you worry that your knock will not be sufficient to alert the people inside of your arrival. You raise your fist to knock on the wood but pull back when you see it already opening. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of Taehyung leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, almost as if he was waiting for you.

"Hi," you smile politely and Taehyung feels his heart stop. His smirk falls and the cool facade he was trying to convey crumbles as soon as you curl your lips into the shape he has grown to adore over the last few days.

"H-hi. Hello. How are you doing? Do you remember me?" He cannot seem to stop the jumble of words from spilling out in your presence.

You giggle and he sheepishly smiles, "yes, I do. Tango, right?"

His soft smile falters a bit. Not having the heart to correct you, he contemplates whether he should just allow you to call him Tango for the rest of his life.

He slowly blinks at you and you can't suppress your laughter, "I'm just kidding, Taehyung."

You watch relief engross his features and he chuckles, "yeah, it's Y/N right?"

"I didn't think you would remember considering your state Friday night."

"I could never forget that smile." Your cheeks flush and he purses his lips, internally cursing himself for allowing the blatant flirt from escaping. In an effort to change the subject his eyes dance around your form. What a mistake. Now he's staring at your smooth legs and enticing hips wrapped in the flattering purple skirt. His friend downstairs agrees with his thoughts as he feels his blue jeans tightening around his crotch area and he panics. He cannot even remember the last time he got hard at just the sight of a woman.

"SO," he claps to divert your attention and you jump, "why don't you come inside." His warm touch on your shoulder moves to your back as he guides you inside.

Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.

He warns himself but his curiosity gets the best of him. His eyes drop to your ass and he winces. It's just as perfect and perky as he remembers. Fighting the urge to grab a handful of it, he guides you over to the table where the other guests had left their gifts and you place the bottle down.

You should be a nervous wreck around this handsome man yet you could not find anything to be nervous about. The "asshole" part of him that Uma mentioned you believe, considering the first thing he said to you at the restaurant, yet you didn't believe that was all there was to him. His hasty apologies and cute giggles are all you can seem to remember every time you see his face, and how could you possibly be intimidated by that?

He clears his throat and you blink up at him. "Oh, um I was saying since you came with Uma you must go to our school right?"

You nod your head, "yes, I'm studying education, you?"

Surprised you weren't trying to drag him off and make out with him already, he answers, "oh, um business."

"Really," you're genuinely taken aback.

"Yes," he arches a brow and faces you, "why, do I not look like a businessman?" He flips his hair and you giggle.

"Well I don't know too many businessmen who get shitfaced and let a stranger drive them home on a Friday night." You gravitate towards him as your voice is gradually losing in a competition with the blaring music.

He lets out a dry chuckle, "you should meet some of the businessmen I know."

"What?" You yell out, cupping your ear as you didn't catch what he said.

He shakes his head dismissively. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear he leans down, "let's go somewhere quieter."  The feeling of his warm breath against your ear gives your body tingles and you can feel your cheeks heat up. You give a small nod and he grabs your wrist, leading you towards the backyard. Completely entranced by the man before you, you fail to notice the pair of girls coming up to you two.

"Taetae, so this is your latest victim," a redhead tuts as her brunette friend snickers. "I hope you're just looking for a one nighter, girl, because trust me he'll waste no time in forgetting about you once he gets what he wants," she faces you and you look at the irritated man, his grip tightening on your wrist.

"So what's her name in your phone, Taehyung? Big tits, like mine," the brunette glances at you and she snorts, "never mind."

Oh fuck no.

"Fuck off," you let out and the three stare at you wide eyed.

"Excuse you," the brunette scoffs, "we just came over to warn you but if you're looking for a problem then you're gonna fucking find one."

Her dreadful breath is evidence enough that she is extremely intoxicated and you know better than to get into any altercation with someone so drunk.

But was it enough to stop you?

As if sensing the conflict in your mind, Taehyung squeezes your wrist and you meet his eyes. He sends you a reassuring smile before looking back at the two. "I'm sorry your face was so forgetful that I only remember your tits," he turns to the redhead, "and I actually have no idea who you are."

Okay, not what you were expecting. You see the two girls frown and your eyes soften. They awkwardly leave and you stare at Taehyung in astonishment. Sure, what they said was rude and his comment was funny but he did not need to be so demeaning towards them. His expression is unreadable, as if what he had just said came as naturally as breathing. You wonder what he could possibly say to you if you irritated him at all during the night.

He tugs on your wrist and you hesitantly follow, now worried about what he might say if you don't.

"Don't you think you were a bit harsh?" You call out and he shakes his head. He opens the sliding glass door and steps out into the large backyard.

"They were asking for it, it was rude of them to make comments about your body like that." A chuckle escapes your lips at the irony and he eyes you questionably.

"Sorry, it's just you did the same thing. You objectified them," you state, "two wrongs don't make a right."

He stops, you stumble a bit to keep yourself from crashing into his broad back. His gaze darkens as he cocks a brow, "I defended you."

"Thank you but I didn't need you to defend me," you cross your arms now pissed off, "I'm perfectly capable of walking away from situations like that and not letting them get the best of me."

Taehyung stiffens at the sentence, feeling like he just took a punch to the stomach. "What's that supposed to mean? You think you know me?" He says in condescending tone.

He was so defensive. His actions repulsed you, how he talked to those drunk girls and belittled them into nothing but objects repulsed you. Maybe you were too quick to judge, but you couldn't care less. Uma was right. This is not a man you wanted to get involved with.

"Asshole," you mutter lowly, his ears failing to catch it. "You're right, I don't know you," you slowly retreat back into the house, "sorry I said anything."

"Yeah whatever," he waves you off, his back now turned to you once again.

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"Don't you think we should do the cake now?" Jimin yells in Jungkook's ear as both jump up and down to the beat of the song. Jungkook nods before snaking through the guests to the kitchen. Still bobbing his head and singing along, he opens the refrigerator door and balances the large ice cream cake in his arms. He sets it on the counter by the sink and opens a cabinet to fetch the candles, taking a glance through the window into the backyard. The familiar shade of purple catches his eye and he smiles when he sees you. Noticing you talking to Taehyung, he purses his lips and shakes his head dismissively.

Taehyung always gets what he wants.

He watches you both exchange words and narrows his eyes when he sees you crossing your arms. Taehyung faces the pool and Jungkook watches him wave you off. You storm back towards the glass door making his doe eyes widen. Quickly, he goes back to setting up the candles in an effort to pretend he wasn't watching you two.

You enter the kitchen and let out a sigh of annoyance. Despite what you had just experienced, the atmosphere of the party was still lively. You debate whether to call Yoongi or Uma but the sound of a lighter flickering distracts you.

Finally noticing Jungkook, you watch him struggle to ignite the flame with both his hands. He flicks it, his eyes filled with hope that it will comply, then he groans when it doesn't, calling it stupid. The action is too cute not to smile at and you catch yourself giggling at the stubborn man. You walk over to his spot by the sink. The yellow cake in the shape of a smiley face stares back at you, the sides beginning to drip a bit.

"I think this cake will melt before you even get to light it," you smile fondly at the man who continues to stare at the lighter intensely.

He presses the button again, and his eyes meet yours as a small orange flame protrudes from the stick. His lips part in awe and excitement, forming a triangle smile and you pretend to applaud him. He motions with his head towards the candles he had sprawled out and you quickly begin to place them on the outer edge of the smiley face. Jungkook carefully lights two, and you use them to simultaneously light the rest.

"Cute cake," you comment as you near the last candle on your side.

"Yeah, Taehyung picked it out," he adds.

You hum disinterestedly and Jungkook notices.

"Erm, I saw you guys outside," his voice lowers, "is everything all right?"

"Yup," you pipe, overly perky, "he was just being kind of an asshole and I called him out on it and it hurt his feelings."

Your brow furrows when you hear Jungkook laugh. "Yeah, I was wondering when you were going to figure that out." He gives your shoulder a squeeze, "don't worry about it, just be grateful it didn't escalate."

"Yeah," you let out a breathy laugh, "how are you even roommates with someone so egotistical and defensive?"

"Damn girl, you got all that from one conversation with him?" You both laugh genuinely, his hand still lingering on your shoulder, "he's not so bad, just doesn't know how to play nice with the ladies." His touch turns into a caress and he leans in closer to you. "I play very nice, though."

You watch him slowly swipe his tongue across his pink lips. His finger lightly traces your jaw, leaving a trail of heat wherever his skin meets yours. He leans in closer and your heart threatens to explode any minute.

Is he about to kiss you? You haven't kissed someone in ages, and now this sex bomb is so close you can feel his warm breath on the tip of your nose. Taehyung's face flashes in your mind, not the arrogant one from moments before but the cute drunk one from the night you met. Learning he was going to be hosting this party is what excited you, and getting to know him intrigued you.

Everyone tells you you care too much about people, and maybe you do. Your gut tells you he is not truly like how he was tonight, and you want to pursue that feeling and break down those walls to find the sweet boy.

But, fuck caring. Like Jungkook said, maybe it is for the best that it did not escalate.

Your lips part in awe and Jungkook wastes no time to admire how your gloss makes them twinkle each time they catch the light. His hand drops to your waist, just when you thought your heart rate could not accelerate any more.

"Is this okay," he asks, licking his lips once again.

You nod, unable to form words in the moment. Jungkook closes the distance between the two of you and you feel your legs turn to goo. His lips sweetly press against yours and your eyes flutter shut. He pulls you in closer, your bodies molding together perfectly and you wrap your arm around his neck.

Taehyung opens the sliding door and walks in, stumbling back a bit when he sees you and his roommate exchanging saliva. A wave of emotions roll over him; anger, disgust, jealousy, guilt?

Guilt. Guilty because he failed to control his mouth around you yet again, this time driving you away completely. Guilty because he knows he should not even be jealous of someone else kissing you, especially when you were never his. But most of all, guilty because he knows you will be much happier with Jungkook.

Jimin, whose sight is too blurry without his glasses or sobriety, manages to spot the flickering candles on top of the cake by your two bodies. On instinct he begins to belt out Happy Birthday, cueing Hoseok and Uma and everyone else to direct their attention to you two.

Startled, you both pull away, a bunny smile plastered on Jungkook's face and you playfully slap his chest. Jungkook grabs the cake and sets it on the opposite side of the kitchen where everyone can gather around. Hoseok and Uma come to the front and you see Yoongi drunkenly waving his bottle to the melody from his comfortable spot on the couch.

You feel an arm wrap around your shoulders and you look up to see Jungkook's smiling face as he begins to rock you back and forth to the song. You hear Uma giggling at Hoseok pretending to be the conductor of a choir as he waves his fingers. Once you all sing the last Happy Birthday, he closes his hand to signal you all to stop and Jungkook pushes him back playfully.

"Make a wish!" Jimin yells.

Hoseok squeezes his eyes shut and Uma shakes her head.

"Come on, hurry up," you hear a velvety voice boom behind you. You turn your head to meet Taehyung's bored expression as he leans back on the wall by the sliding glass door.

Your eyes lock, yours narrowing, his softening. It's impossible to figure this man out, one minute he is waving you off and the next he's making googly eyes at you. You roll your eyes, the sight making him smirk, which angers you even more. He shrugs, putting his hands up, as if surrendering to your judgement. You hear the roar of applause and turn your head back to see the remaining smoke fog up the room a bit. Clapping for the man who begins to thank everyone for coming, you look back for the confusing one.

But he's nowhere in sight.