requested by @minijx

top!jungkook
bottom!jimin

"what?"

jimin stares up indignantly at his two best friends as they shove the lacy white dress into his face. "taehyung no!"

"it's a dare! you got us to make out," taehyung shoots seokjin a disgusted look, "and namjoon beat my ass for that. c'mon, i didn't get this nasty bruise for nothing." taehyung gestures to the black spot on his cheek from where namjoon punched him. the elder male was quite the protective type.

seokjin grinned. "that's what you get for trying to follow the dare and go overboard." he looks away and mutters under his breath, "ass-toucher."

jimin groans and runs a hair through his pink hair, eyes scrunching up in distaste. "taehyung. the entire country is gonna be there; i'm not willing to embarrass myself in front of the king and queen of that ball."

"prince," seokjin corrects. "and he hasn't found a princess yet," the elder shakes the dress and he sings the last statement.

heaving a sigh, jimin snatches the dress from both of them. "fine. but fuck you two."

both of the boys grin widely. "can't wait to see you friday." taehyung says.

-

"i'm gonna regret this."

jimin stares down at himself, seeing the ends of the dress stop over his knees. he doesn't want to look in the mirror: he's afraid he might look like an idiot.

it wasn't a secret that jimin was gay, but he was never one for cross dressing. his cheeks flare up in embarrassment as he looks up and stares defiantly up into the mirror, puffing out his cheeks as he studies himself.

he blinks. i don't look that bad.

the boy ruffles his pink hair and hums, staring oddly satisfied at his reflection before looking up at the clock.

"i've still got...three hours," he murmurs to himself. he twirls around and giggles to himself, lifting the sides of the dress around him happily. "well. maybe this won't be as bad as i thought."

-

"he's late."

seokjin's tone is flat as he loops arms with namjoon next to him. both men were wearing dashing suits as taehyung trails boredly behind, waiting for his boyfriend hoseok to catch up. the orange haired male was being obnoxiously loud on purpose whilst tying his shoes just to piss taehyung off, and he rather accomplished that.

"he probably chickened out. wanna call him?" taehyung asks, hissing as hoseok squealed loudly into his ear about how cute jimin must look if he did arrive.

namjoon looks longingly at the lit up building in front of him. it was a huge, fancy white building that had hundreds of people filing into, with two gigantic fountains outside that some couples were throwing coins into. "seokjin, can't we go in early? jimin can catch up..."

"he doesn't have a date," seokjin replies, leaning his head against the blonde's shoulder, "and we can't make him look like a lost little boy in a dress—"

"holy shit there he is."

taehyung's voice cuts him off. the four look up expectantly, and they're completely shocked at what they see. hoseok nudges taehyung's side. "told you he'd look cute."

taehyung gapes, shaking his head. "he doesn't look cute at all. he looks stunning."

jimin steps out of the taxi and waves flirtatiously at the four boys, posing to them in his flowing dress. his hair is styled up to look soft and silky, there's eyeshadow and liptint on his face and he's wearing matching sandals with flat bottoms. he laughs and runs over to them, his hands by his sides and the soft-lipped smile plastered on his face.

"how do i look?" jimin asks, nudging them forward, motioning them to start walking.

taehyung is still gaping so hoseok replies. "you look amazing!"

"good," jimin stretches out his hands and grins happily. "thought i looked a bit weird."

looks of all shock, disgust and envy are all thrown at jimin as he enters the building. he smiles but clings to taehyung's side, nervousness building up inside of him.
(gotta keep it real. not everyone's gonna like a handsome ass boy in a dress even tho they're probably just jealous that jimin looks better in a dress than they ever would.)

"are we on time?" jimin asks, looking around as the lights started to dim.

taehyung and hoseok nod. seokjin and namjoon had walked off somewhere, probably to get drinks and snacks, knowing seokjin.

"the dance has started." taehyung looks awkwardly around. "erm, we can just dance as a group if you'd like."

jimin shakes his head, panicking as he realized just then that he had just arrived at a dance without a date. "o-oh, no it's fine! i'm gonna go and get some drinks, you guys have some fun."

they exchange uneasy looks but are left to dance anyways as jimin quickly leaves, sifting through the crowds, heart heavy. he gets a drink from the table of snacks, sipping at the sweet alcoholic liquid as he makes his way outside and sits down on the fountains, trying his best not to cry. he wasn't about to mess up the makeup he had spent an hour doing.

"this was supposed to be a special night for them, obviously not me." jimin mumbles, downing his glass and crunching the paper cup up in his hand. he glowers at the people that send him dirty looks. "yeah, and i'm wearing a dress and makeup. just great. all by myself. outside."

he kicks at the air and sighs, biting his lip and tasting the sweet lip tint against his tongue. "this is pitiful."

-

"jungkook, you're the prince of his dance. you have to go and find a girl to be your princess! it's just for tonight!"

"why did dad have to make such a stupid dance?" jungkook whines, looking up at his servant stubbornly. "i don't want to go and date a girl!"

the brunette stands up as his servant tries to calm him down. there were a line of girls on a list willing to be jungkook's 'princess' but he's too exhausted. he doesn't want a princess. he wants sleep. and some cake.

it was obvious he'd attract anyone's desperate eye; he was very handsome and his father was a ceo. he's rich, handsome and has an amazing personality, according to his past girlfriends. he's the perfect mixture for gold diggers and single, horny girls to run after. he was this country's role model of a boyfriend, after all.

he leaves the building, his suit hanging from
his arm as he boredly walks to the front, watching the fountain waters change colors, leaning against the wall and hiding in the shadows. he doesn't want to be seen; not when half the entire country had came to have a single date night out with him. he obviously took his wealth and looks for granted sometimes, but honestly, he just wishes he could live a normal life sometimes.

he's about to walk away when he spots a small, lone figure by one of the fountains. he frowns: whoever it was, the dress was really pretty. jungkook straightened himself up and narrowed his eyes. is she single? why would a single girl be sitting all lonely by the fountain? especially at this dance.

his eyes round and widen as it hits him.

it's not a girl.

it's a boy in a dress.

and he's crying into his hands, all by himself.

instantly he's interested. maybe he got dumped? maybe he's been humiliated by a group of bastards? whatever the case was, jungkook was curious, and when he's curious, he doesn't stop until he gets an answer.

he walks up casually to the boy, sitting down next to him. he lets out a tired sigh and waits for him to look up like they do in the kdramas and movies, where they'll suddenly make eye contact and fall in love instantly, but he doesn't. he continues to sniffle into his hands.

jungkook clicks his tongue and moves closer so that their hips were nearly touching.

he doesn't respond.

jungkook casually drapes his back with his suit and that's when the boy looks up.

not sadly, not sorrowfully but angrily.

"fuck off, pervert!" he snaps, slapping jungkook's hand away irritably. "i don't want your pity!"

jungkook blinks, too surprised to care that his 800 dollar suit had just fallen into the fountain water. "pity?"

"just leave me alone." he sniffs, looking away and pulling his legs close to his chest.

jungkook stares at him, admiring his pink hair that ruffled gently in the wind, his flushed cheeks and tear-stained eyes.

i bet i could make you cry from something other than sadness.

"well, i don't think i can."

the boy looks up angrily. "you see, i'm the prince of this ball that my father has organized and i'm still looking for a princess."

jungkook hums as he waits for it to seep into the boy's mind.

"shit," he mumbles and jungkook smirks.

"and i think i may have found one." his hands tip up the boy's chin and jungkook can't help but lick his lips at how perfect and round and pink that the other's lips were. "stunning," he breathes, and the boy's breath hitches in his throat.

"wait, y-you're jeon jungkook?" he squeaks, and jungkook nods.

"and you are?"

the boy pauses, hesitating. "park jimin."

"what a beautiful name for a beautiful boy." jungkook sings, leaning in to capture his lips in his. jimin gasps, shocked but jungkook doesn't pull away. he deepens the kiss, pulling him towards him until their chests are touching. a smug smile forms on his lips against the kiss as jimin moans, and jungkook pulls away after a while.

jimin's face is flushed red and he's panting for breath, a bit of drool dripping down the side of his lips. he licks it away and looks away, embarrassed. jungkook tips his head.

i bet you can lick something else for me.

"so? do you want to be my princess?"

jimin hesitates, opening his mouth to reply. jungkook sees his mouth form into a 'no' shape and he quickly stands, grabs jimin and hoists him up into his arms bridal style. he yelps and flays in his grip, shocked. "jungkook, i-i can't!"

"i've got my mind set, princess, and you're coming whether you like it or not."

jimin's chest tightens as jungkook carries him away. he stares wistfully back at his spot on the fountain. a certain part of him is screaming in happiness, but the other is begging him to turn back.

however, it's too late as jungkook sets him down into a velvet colored chair and lock the door behind him, advancing towards jimin with an aura of want and lust that he can't help but yearn for.

"what's this?" jungkook's breath is hot against his neck and jimin wriggles around, mouth open. "you're a bit impatient?"

jimin mewls in reply and jungkook's hand grip jimin's petite sides, growling hungrily as his gaze darkens. "god, whatever happened to you," jungkook bites down on jimin's neck and he moans, flinching. "i like it."

-

lmao i'm having fun with this one. part two is next and that's where the smutty smut is :3