PARTY & PUNCHES

- in which an out of hand party leads to you finding out more about the man who you always saw cloaked in darkness underneath the twinkling lights of the stars; requested by @guccilulz

You cover your mouth with your hand, stifling a hearty laugh as Jungkook urgently presses a finger to his lips, his eyes glistening with a mischievous youth that hasn't died since the day you met him. Nodding quickly, he silently sinks his hand into a bag of snacks, pulling one out to aim it at Taehyung's head, launching it before either of you can burst out into a fit of giggles.

It falls onto the table with a soft clatter as Taehyung turns to pout angrily at the younger, his whines echoing around the small cafe as Jimin tries to hush the commotion, embarrassingly flashing those around them an apologetic smile.

"Why are we here again?" he huffs angrily, sliding down against the seat in an attempt to hide his face from those that still continue to look over in annoyance of the noise.

"Y/N said it was for cake!" Taehyung accuses, pointing his finger at you with his eyes narrowed suspiciously. Sighing with a roll of your eyes, you lift yourself off of Jungkook's shoulder and bat your eyelashes at them with a cheeky grin.

"Namjoonie asked me to get you all in one place so he could talk about his party," you rush to explain, sucking in a deep breath before going to continue, "because he knew you wouldn't come unless I asked you to."

Immediately, the boys stand with an uproar of complaints, grabbing their belongings from the table before squishing themselves past you to escape the booth and make a run for it before Namjoon arrives. You panic, throwing yourself over the edge of the booth to latch onto Jimin and Jungkook's forearm desperately, Taehyung and Hoseok stopping only when Jungkook pulls him back by his collar.

"Please stay," you beg, pouting to add effect to your pleads. "Joonie is so excited for it and I don't want to disappoint him."

Gradually, their expressions soften as they groan, reluctantly walking back around to take their seats, unable to feign anger when you giggle and clap your hands together.

It's not long before the doorbell above the door rings, signalling the arrival of the older boys. You step over Jungkook and skip around to the other side, embracing Jin in a surprise hug, laughing when he gasps but circles his arms around your waist anyway.

You are then gathered into Namjoon's arms as he gives you a quick squeeze before letting go to follow Jin to the table but you remain with your arms stretched out habitually as the third of the trio walks into your line of view, his eyebrow arched in mild shock.

Min Yoongi, you realise with a sudden jolt, your lips curling up into a scowl as you scoff and drop your arms to your sides, sashaying away as he laughs mockingly at you from behind.

You had completely forgotten that Namjoon had mentioned that Yoongi would be joining but it honestly doesn't come as a complete surprise to you. Those guys have been friends with each other for a long time so who are you to come in and separate them because of your hatred for him?

You also hate making group hangouts—like today's one—awkward because of the tension between the two of you but, no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to get along with him and his intimidatingly cocky nature.

Finally, all eight of you are crammed together at one table, ready to hear about Joon's party.

"I'm going to start with the guest list," he smiles, ignoring the deadpanned looks most of the boys give him. "Obviously, you guys are invited and the majority of those I asked at school are coming over too but my brother told some friends about it and the news went around so we may have some crashers."

You flick your eyes up to him, sure that they're lined with worry because he dismisses your concern with a reassuring grin. "As long as we manage the drinks, we'll be fine, don't worry."

You nod hesitantly, zoning out as he goes on to drone about the many things that need to be prepared before the actual event before Yoongi interrupts with a groan. "Joon, we're not on the freaking prom committee. Why are you planning things out so much?"

He then pauses before breaking out into a sheepish grin. "Sorry. I've never had a party before so I want to make sure that everything is okay and enjoyable for us all."

"Is it still tomorrow?" you pipe up, tilting your head to the side as his eyes slowly begin to look like they're dripping with honey, not even registering the fact that you had begun to speak over the top of Yoongi.

"Yeah, tomorrow at seven."

"Aw, Y/N," Yoongi coos, propping his head up with his hand as a teasingly boyish smirk grows onto his face. "Did you need to find a ride for tomorrow night? You can always ask me!"

You roll your eyes as you stand, flipping him off with a sweet smile before grabbing your bag and blowing a kiss to the other boys as you head off to take your leave. "No, thanks, I'll walk. See you tomorrow night."

*

Namjoon's house is a lot bigger than you remember it to be, you realise as the cab behind you speeds off down the road, leaving you to stand staring up at it with furrowed brows. Figuring that you'd freeze if you stand out there to keep ogling at it, you drag your gaze down to the gravel pathway as you walk towards the front door, stepping distastefully over the discarded beer bottles that block your path.

Finally, your knuckles make contact with the wood of the door, your smile feeling surprisingly forced as it opens to reveal a widely grinning Namjoon, his cheeks flushed a pale pink.

"You made it," he yells over the music that vibrates through the floor and rings in your ears, quickly ushering you out of the cold and into the warmth of his arms. You immediately pick up on the bitter scent of alcohol clinging to the collar of his shirt.

"Great party, Joon," you compliment with a giggle, allowing him to ghost his fingers down your arm before they clasp onto your hand so he can lead you through the crowd, a quick peek over his shoulder telling you that he's walking you towards his makeshift drinks station in the kitchen.

By the time you get there, his smile inviting as if he's about to start up a conversation, there is a crash from the top of the stairs, the both of you jumping out of your skin at the sound.

"Go crazy," he sighs exhaustedly, motioning towards the rather impressive display of drinks set out before you, muttering under his breath about coming back in a few minutes as he stomps up the stairs with a new bottle of beer swinging in his hand.

You chuckle fondly with a shake of your head, turning to instinctively grimace at the alcohol as you maneuver yourself around the island with an empty glass in your hand, desperate for some of the juice he stocks up on.

You don't plan on drinking tonight if you're going to have to get yourself home.

Sipping idly on the sugary concoction, you stretch onto the tips of your toes to search the crowd for any head of hair that looks familiar, certain that most, if not all, of your friend group are scattered throughout the house. However, instead of focusing on locating them, your attention is drawn to a man stumbling towards you like a newborn giraffe, his legs buckling beneath him with every step.

But it's the suggestively idiotic smirk plastered onto his face that makes your blood boil.

You disgustedly take several steps to the side, just managing to lock eyes on Jungkook's form slipping behind a wall but before you can chase after him, a limp hand falls around your waist.

Scoffing, you pull away from him as if his touch alone may riddle you with disease.

"Don't fucking touch me," you spit with a scowl, feeling your rage begin to bubble up to an uncontrollable amount when his slimy fingers wrap around your wrist instead.

"Oh, come on," he whines with an evident slur in his voice, "don't be like that. I just wanted to say hi."

You pull away yet again and take a few more steps back. "Then say hi and fuck off."

He lunges for you once more but you beat him to it, your fist making contact with his cheek before you can even register your actions. He grunts with a curse as he cups his face, the sight of red dripping to the floor making you gasp in between heavy breaths.

You make a run for it before he has the chance to catch up to you, the ringing in your ears deafening as the sound around your blurs together, disorientating you.

But a single voice yelling out your name cuts through the static, becoming more and more persistent until you've had enough, turning around to find a way to silence it but you don't expect a body to run into yours, your back hitting the dry grass as you and the person you ran into fall to the ground.

Warm breath smelling sweetly of wine fans over your upper lip as your eyes slowly flutter open to be met with the sight of pink lips hovering just millimeters above your own. You part your lips in surprise as a fleeting gasp escapes from them, mingling in with his shallow breaths.

You then flick your gaze up to stare into two endless pits of darkness surrounded by a ring of glittering stars with the scent of berries and vanilla wafting over you in heated waves of a strange desire that could only belong to one man.

"Yoongi," you breathe out.

He blinks numbly before nodding slowly, pushing himself off the grass with the faintest of huffs. You follow suit a few moments after, noticing that he didn't move to sit beside you and instead remained crouched in front of you, a gesture that forces you to forget just how much you hate him.

"You okay?" he asks when you make no move to speak. You look up to him with a soft laugh, nodding slowly before hissing at the slow throb of your hand, both your wrist and knuckles burning red.

He notices it with a frown, looking towards you for permission before guiding it up to his face to study it in the poor light of the night, his thumb ever so gently caressing your skin. "Did that prick do this to you?"

You nod, only chuckling when his cold fingertips ghost over the bruising of your knuckles. "I hit him too hard though."

"I'm sorry," he blurts as if the words were just begging to be let out. "I should've come quicker but I was out the back when I heard and it was almost impossible to push through everyone."

You let the surprise sink in. Why would he out of everyone in there think about rushing to your aid and why would he apologise to you for not being quick enough? All this is completely out of his character, or maybe, just maybe, you don't know Min Yoongi as well as you think you do.

"Don't be sorry," you manage through the shock, "I should be sorry. I think I just ruined Joon's party."

"No, you didn't," he reassures with the faintest of whines. "I'll talk to him, he'll understand."

Only a few lingering heartbeats pass before you speak up again, unsure of why you feel butterflies crawling up your throat. "You can go back in. I'll be fine out here."

He shakes his head, shuffling unsteadily closer towards you with a childish smile. "Don't wanna leave you."

"Wow," you sigh with an almost fond roll of your eyes, starting to feel yourself get intoxicated over the heady scent of wine that now rolls off him seductively, his cheeks flushed a grape red while his eyes glass over with every second that passes, "you are so drunk."

"I might be," he realises with a hum, staring at you with a goofy grin that has you fidgeting with your hands, wondering why you find yourself feeling timid in front of him, why you have nothing sarcastic to say to him and why you want nothing more than to...kiss him.

The fact that you're even admitting it to yourself leaves you breathless.

He then stands with a little hop, swinging his arms down to latch onto your hands, pulling you up with a grunt as you yelp in surprise. Before you can even think to ask him what he was thinking, he pulls your arms to wrap around his shoulders, very quickly managing to hooks his own arms around your waist, pressing you flush against his chest with his lips just touching the base of your neck.

"You were shaking that whole time," he mumbles, the feeling somewhat comforting against your skin. "Thought you could use a hug."

"Thank you," you whimper, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes as you relish in how perfect it feels to be in Yoongi's hold, "and thank you for proving to me that you're not that bad."

He laughs heartily, seeming to hesitate for a few seconds before giving in to the power of alcohol to press a tender kiss to the side of your head, a wordless promise to continue proving to you that he's someone you want to keep by your side.

But that's something you've known for years.