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The sun beat down on the boys as they finished their laps around the track. It was obnoxiously hot, despite the fall season promising that temperatures would cool down to a comfortable chill breeze, which only added to their frustration about running extra punishment laps after already sprinting around the field all of practice.
They were all sitting under the tree outside the track field now, cooling down from practice and engaging in their daily routine of ranking the cheer girls. One would think it'd get old after a while, but somehow the rankings changed daily depending on what the girl was wearing, how she'd done her hair, how much she'd shown off her flexibility in a routine, and it was a bummer to miss a session in case one of the girls showed up to practice looking exceptionally hot.
The older football players were a bit more picky about ranking them, but for Jungkook, one of them even glancing in his direction easily made her a ten in his book. Jin and Yoongi had already made their rounds through sorority girls, and now they were working on getting with grad school girls. Jungkook acted like he wasn't jealous, but Jimin could see him glowering when all the boys compared the quality of sex they'd had while he only had a couple drunk makeouts at parties to share.
"f*ck, the things I'd do to her." Jungkook muttered, his eyes glued on the blonde girl he’d developed quite the interest in lately during their ranking sessions.
Jimin was still regaining his breath along with the other team members after their punishment mile. Stupid f*cking Jungkook was never phased by these extra workouts, and it pissed them off because he and his loud loud mouth were always the reason they had to run after practice. The damn kid was dumb enough to ask Jin where they were going when they would “ditch practice next week,” not bothering to check his surroundings and see their lacrosse coach standing right above them.
He not only exposed them for their annual “ditch day,” but he’d also asked what lie they should tell the coach and started spouting off suggestions until the coach finally interjected. Running a mile was getting off easy in actuality, but the fact of the matter was that they wouldn’t have had to run at all had Jungkook just kept his mouth shut.
"Like sh*t you would. She doesn't even know you exist." Hoseok sneered, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"f*ck you, she knows me." Jungkook snapped back at the older boy.
"Jungkook, you're all talk and no walk. You say you'd f*ck a girl sh*tless, but once we bring them around you recoil behind your phone doing god-knows-what." Namjoon responded.
"Probably dm-ing sophom*ores he'll never actually meetup with." Yoongi chimed in, and Jungkook shoved them both.
"Like any of them would want you." The youngest pathetically tried to get back at them for wounding his pride.
"The cheer squad? They wouldn’t get with any of us.” Jin said. “The sorority girls did just fine. We're seniors, we’ve messed around with all the girls worth f*cking. Your little freshman ass is still sprouting your first chest hair."
The boys got into a useless banter, and Jimin laughed along. No matter how frustrated he was with the youngest, he couldn’t help but adore him. Jungkook reminded him too much of his little brother for Jimin to be a dick to him for prolonged periods of time.
"Cheer up, buddy. You'll get your turn." Jimin patted Jungkook’s shoulder.
"Oh yeah? And who have you f*cked on the squad?" Jungkook turned to the older boy and asked him bluntly.
Jimin's light hearted smile slowly fell, and his forehead grew sweaty for a different reason now. He wished he hadn't comforted the younger teammate.
"You never talk about your sex life lately. What's going on? Are you going soft for someone?" Hoseok nudged him.
Jimin laughed nervously, and started to quickly fabricate a story when a loud squeal cut him off.
"Tae!" The flier screeched.
The boys all looked over and saw the only male cheerleader on the squad spinning the blonde that Jungkook liked around in a back hug while she giggled uncontrollably. A certain rage fired up within Jimin—one that only Kim Taehyung could light. He was the reason none of the cheer girls on the squad would f*ck him or his friends, and he was the absolute bane of Jimin’s existence.
"Ugh, nothing could turn me off faster than that kid." Jimin spat, and the rest of the boys all scowled while taking in the scene.
"It's like he makes every day a new mission on how loudly he can remind us that he’s gay." Jungkook said.
“And he succeeds." Hoseok added. "He wears those tight ass cheer shirts and those gross short shorts proudly to practice everyday. I don’t know how it doesn’t freak the girls out.”
Jungkook just scoffed. “They’re hanging on his dick while he laughs at us."
“I bet they’d all f*ck him too if he asked.” Namjoon said.
"He's f*cking vile." Jimin said, practically radiating steam.
There was no particular reason that Jimin could think of as to why he hated Kim Taehyung so much. He assumed it was because all the cheer girls—along with practically every girl on campus—loved him so much. They all giggled at his stupid jokes and leaned on his stupid broad shoulders and hugged his stupid tonef waist while he would just smile with his stupid perfect teeth.
Jimin wanted to believe he was jealous of Taehyung, but he wasn’t quite sure it was due to the reasons all the other boys were jealous of him. He didn’t particularly care about Taehyung being close with the girls, it wasn’t like Jimin was really f*cking them anyway. But something about him and his unshakable confidence just rubbed Jimin the wrong way, and every time he looked in the boy’s direction he couldn’t help but glare at him until one of the boys pulled him away.
“Jimin!” Hoseok waved his hand in the younger’s face, and Jimin realized he’d been staring for too long again.
“What?” Jimin asked, a little too aggressively.
“Are you coming out with us tonight? I asked you like three times.” Hoseok said, clearly annoyed at the efforts it took to get the junior’s attention.
“Yeah.” Jimin said, trying to regain his composure.
“Damn, you really hate that kid.” Namjoon said. “I mean, yeah he’s gross, but don’t let him eat away at you like that. He doesn’t deserve to have enough hold on you to ruin your day.”
“I wasn’t thinking about him.” Jimin lied, though not very convincingly, then shoved Jungkook. “Let’s just shower and go home. I’m about to pass out from practically running a f*cking marathon because of this kid.”
The comment succeeded in averting the boys’ attention, and they all eventually got up and headed to the showers. Unfortunately, as they were leaving, the cheer squad was finishing up their practice, and hanging around on the benches while giggling and all leaning on Taehyung. God, did he have a hold on them.
Jimin couldn’t help the death stare aimed in Taehyung’s direction. The girls all started gathering their things as Taehyung sat stretching his legs on the ground, and before Jimin could even register what he was doing, he called out to him.
"Hey pretty boy, got a little pep left in you to handle my squad?"
Jimin’s friends snickered, pushing him and telling him to shut up and leave it. Taehyung looked up, eyeing Jimin rather slowly head to toe from under his sandy blonde bangs, causing an unexpected nervous sweat to break on the football player’s forehead. When the tan boy’s eyes reached back up to connect with Jimin’s, he smirked.
"Sorry princess, I only go for 10’s, and you and your freakshow are collectively a rough 6. I’m good."
His cheer friends looked over at the scene and a couple of them snorted at Taehyung’s rapid fire response. All the boys collectively narrowed their eyes and set their jaws at the insult.
"Like any of us would want you." Jungkook fired back.
"You're right, you're not ready for everything I’d do to you. Call me when you have your first kiss.”
The girls were always thoroughly amused whenever someone tried to go up to bat against Taehyung's unshakable confidence and wit, and Jungkook lost his temper immediately at feeling ridiculed.
"Suck my dick!" He yelled after the cheerleader.
Taehyung gave over dramatic bedroom eyes that shifted to Jimin, causing the football player to blush unexpectedly.
"I might consider it if you suck me off first and finally put that loud mouth of yours to good use." Taehyung said while standing and pulling his cheer bag up onto his shoulder.
Some of the girls broke into giggles as Taehyung blew a kiss to the boys, his eyes locked on Jimin and giving a small wink before being led away by his female teammates.
Jungkook was fuming mad, fists clenched and trembling in humiliation, and Jungkook couldn’t leave the scene without delivering his final blow.
"You f*ckin' fa-"
Before the slur left his lips, Yoongi clamped his hand over Jungkook's mouth just in time.
"If you call him that in front of those girls, they'll maul you." Yoongi whispered harshly at him.
Jungkook tore Yoongi’s hand off his mouth and glared back at Taehyung as he was walking away.
“Well he is one! He just insulted all of us, I don’t see why I can’t dish it back.”
“I’m looking out for your virginity, Jungkook. And if you ever want to lose it, do not call Kim Taehyung that word in front of them. I’m telling you, they’ll all make a formation and collectively destroy you. Physically and socially.” Yoongi warned him, and Jungkook burned in embarrassment at the older boy exposing his sexual history—or lack thereof.
“Whatever.” Jungkook grumbled as he stormed off.
“Well, I’m his ride, so I guess I’ll see you guys later.” Hoseok waved them off, following after the youngest.
“Wait to go, why’d you have to start sh*t with him?” Namjoon shoved Jimin.
“Hey! You guys were laughing too.” Jimin shoved the older boy back.
“Yeah but you know that kid will win. He has his hot girl cult by his side at all times, and no offense, but your comeback game is pathetic. You knew you weren’t gonna win that.” Yoongi said.
“I just–”
“Can you just cool it with him? Make a Taehyung voodoo doll and stab pins in it on your own time. I really don’t want to spend my last year here getting flamed by a junior.” Jin finished.
Jimin could tell he’d pushed them to their limit, and let out a frustrated breath.
“Fine. Sorry.” He said with no sincerity, and followed Jin to his car so the senior could give him a ride. Try as he might, Jimin couldn’t clear his mind of the f*cking male cheerleader.
He hated that stupid kid. That kid that had transferred to their university as a sophom*ore and immediately become all the professor’s favorite, who’d gotten bids for every sorority just based off all the girls drooling over him every year, who’d been on the dean’s list from his first semester despite acting like an airhead most the time and cackled whenever Jimin said something wrong in their Japanese class.
As Jin was driving away and talking about some assignment, Jimin saw Taehyung carrying one of the girls over his shoulder to her car as she laughed and smacked his back playfully, and Jimin decided he had to do something about this boiling hatred he possessed for the kid sooner or later.
Was it logical? No. Did Taehyung ever personally start anything for Jimin to hate him this much? No. Was Taehyung any actual threat to anything Jimin wanted? No. Was Jimin still going to confront the kid at some point to finally put this flaming animosity at ease? Yes, absolutely.
***
A few weeks went by, and Jimin hadn’t stopped thinking of all the different ways to get Taehyung alone. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d do once they were one on one, but at least then he knew he’d have Taehyung without his cheerleading squad to back him up on everything. He imagined he might rough the fellow junior up a bit, or perhaps just threaten him to make him know his place. But Jimin wasn’t the best when it came to situations where he’d most likely freeze up, so he just practiced over and over the different ways the conversation would lead.
Jimin had gone through multiple trials and errors to single out Taehyung, none of which proving fruitful, when finally, the opportunity presented itself on a silver platter.
The football player had stayed after practice in the locker room to stretch out his sore muscles, when the cheerleader entered. Naturally, his girl squad couldn’t follow him in, so it left him utterly defenseless and alone, and an evil smile curled onto Jimin’s face as he stood up to face the other boy.
"Well, well, well. Looks like I finally caught you without your little bitch squad." Jimin grinned, blocking the door that the cheerleader was going to go out through.
Taehyung stared him down a second, shamelessly checking him out, then smirked while crossing his arms. "I could say the same to you."
Jimin's grin turned into a scowl at the jab. His plan of keeping his composure and simply demeaning the cheerleader fizzled away at Taehyung’s first response.
"How do you live with yourself? How are you okay with doing what you do?" Jimin deadpanned.
"And what exactly is it that I do? Be gay?" Taehyung asked, smugly.
"I don't see how you could accept what you are. It’s disgusting."
"And taking turns with my sorority sisters, exploiting them and passing around STD's is any less disgusting?" Taehyung scoffed. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to drive them to the clinic to get tested because your boyfriends don’t know how a f*cking condom works?”
Jimin flinched at that comment.
“They’re not my boyfriends.” He said. "At least I'm not taking it up the ass like you."
Taehyung laughed out loud, his annoyingly perfect teeth glimmering.
"You talk about taking it up the ass like it isn’t your deepest, darkest fantasy, sweetheart." He cooed, making Jimin's clench his jaw as well as his fists.
"That’s f*cking sick. I’ve never, nor could I ever have that fantasy. It’s gross.” He snapped. “And don't f*ckin' call me that."
Taehyung’s got an amused grin tugging at the left side of his mouth.
"Oh? Call you what? Sweetheart?"
Jimin was fuming and began trembling slightly at the adrenaline rushing through his veins. This was not going the way he’d expected it to.
"I'll f*ck you up, Taehyung. You don’t have an ounce of masculinity. I could knock you out in a second."
"Yeah, shortstop? I'd like to see you try and reach from down there."
The comment cut deep and made Jimin freeze. Taehyung read Jimin like a book, picked out his deepest insecurity, and threw it in his face.
Jimin hated his height. He hated being the shortest of all his friends. He tried to make up for it in strength, but at the end of the day, no matter how strong he got, he’d never be able to grow. He’d never be as tall as Namjoon, or Jin, or Jungkook, or his little brother...or Taehyung.
To his defense, he’d never gotten close enough to the cheerleader to fully assess just how much taller he was. Had he known, he might have made a different approach.
"You call me a weakling, but I'd like to see you lift up girl after girl like I do.” Taehyung retorted. “You and your sensitive boyfriends toss a ball around a field and lay in bed while the girl does all the work. But when it comes to real strength you don't stand a chance."
“They’re not my boyfriends! And like f*cking sh*t, you’re f*ckin’ scrawny. You have the most sissy figure I've ever seen." Jimin lied through his teeth.
Taehyung had broad shoulders to match the large expanse of his chest. Even though he wasn’t completely jacked, he certainly had a very masculine body and muscle definition.
"At least I reach the height requirements for all the roller coasters, little man."
He could tell Taehyung was having a field day just messing around with him, and Jimin knew his comebacks weren't strong enough to win this battle, so the football player changed his approach at the last minute and acted like he didn't care.
"Whatever. I don't have time to deal with your fruity ass." Jimin said while pulling his sports bag onto his shoulder and Taehyung let down his position of indifference.
"If you're so f*ckin strong, then lift me up right now." Taehyung challenged.
Jimin raised his eyebrows and stared at him in surprise for a second, then scowled.
"You're not gonna get me to f*ckin touch you, perv."
"What's the matter? Your masculinity is so fragile that touching a gay man once will turn you?" Taehyung jeered, causing Jimin's jaw to clench.
"No. I just don't want to be near you. I don’t know where the f*ck your hands have been."
"Sounds like you're really intimidated by me." Taehyung mocked him, grabbing his own cheer bag now and beginning to walk out the back entrance.
"Yeah f*cking right." Jimin dropped his bag. "Fine, I'll lift you."
Taehyung turned and grinned with a devious expression, setting his bag back down and walking over.
"Alright. Go." He commanded.
Jimin stared him down a second, before grumbling and walking towards him. He grabbed Taehyung's arm and bent down to pick him up over his shoulder, until a firm hand on his neck stopped him.
"What are you doing?" Taehyung asked.
"I'm lifting you, dumbass. We just went over this." Jimin snapped at him.
Taehyung chuckled. "Nuh-uh, not pick me up. Lift me. As in just using the strength of your arms. Put your hands here and lift me off the ground and into the air."
Taehyung grabbed Jimin's hands and placed them on his waist. Jimin's throat went dry at the close proximity and Taehyung smirked.
"Alright. Use those biceps, shortstop. Lift me up."
Jimin swallowed his saliva and used all his strength to lift up the taller boy. His face was nearly turning red by the end from the exertion and he faintly made out Taehyung laughing, then opened his eyes to see that his toes hadn't even left the ground.
"That's it? That's all your testosterone-fired, meathead strength can do?"
Jimin snarled and pushed Taehyung away, and grew angrier when the boy caught his balance easily.
"Well maybe you're heavy as f*ck." Jimin said defensively, both of them knowing that was a damn lie.
"Yeah, it really shows." Taehyung said sarcastically.
It was a pathetic attempt at justifying his inability to life the taller up. Though fit with decent muscle definition, Taehyung did not at all appear to be heavy. If anything, Jimin's stocky figure might have one assume he were the heavier between the two.
"Whatever, this doesn't prove anything." Jimin glowered.
"Oh yeah?" Taehyung said, and suddenly he was coming toward Jimin.
Jimin charged too, preparing to block a punch from Taehyung, when suddenly he was up in the air. High up in the air.
His eyes bulged as he looked down at Taehyung, who was smiling maliciously up at him. His arms were fully extended, his hands under Jimin’s armpits, and he held the lacrosse player a few feet off the ground with ease, arms not even trembling.
"Think it doesn't matter now, Jimin?"
Jimin couldn't even retort with something before suddenly he was falling. Fast.
Taehyung didn't set him down, he threw him.
Jimin hit the ground hard, grunting on impact, and once he turned onto his back, his air cut off and he looked up to Taehyung with wild eyes. The taller boy was completely composed as his large hand wrapped around Jimin's throat, squeezing hard enough to restrict his breathing.
"Threaten me one more time, Park, and next time I’ll throw you in the dumpster. Understand?" He said in a terrifying, gravely voice even deeper of a register than his already low one.
Jimin was nearly convulsing now, his face turning purple from how hard he was choking. Taehyung kept staring at him as Jimin clawed at his arm, and he realized the cheerleader was waiting for an answer. Jimin couldn't even think about holding onto his pride before nodding vigorously, desperate for air.
He was seeing black dots when Taehyung finally released, and he gulped in huge breaths of air as he frantically tried to regain full consciousness.
"See ya later, Jimin." Taehyung said with that satisfied look, pulling his cheer bag onto his shoulder and waltzing out completely unphased by the entire interaction.
Jimin remained on the floor a second, heaving in gasps of air and cradling his neck with shaky hands, until his heart rate finally went back to normal. Tears streamed down his face from the adrenaline, and he glared at the empty doorway in which Taehyung exited through.
"f*ck you, Taehyung." He said hoarsely, wincing at the pain.
The following day, Jimin was downing cold water and sucking on menthol lozenges to try and ease the piercing pain in his throat. No matter how numbed or lubricated his esophagus was, he couldn't stop the stinging discomfort he felt every time he swallowed or tried to talk.
"Jimin, what's wrong with your voice?" The coach asked when Jimin couldn’t respond to his command.
"Lost it." He croaked out.
Every time he used his vocal chords, it hurt.
"How much did you smoke?" Jungkook teased under his breath as he stole the ball from Jimin.
Jimin gave a half-assed smile, which quickly turned into a look of pseudo-concentration. His vision slowly shifted over to Taehyung, who was currently lifting a girl into the air, just as he had Jimin the night before.
Taehyung felt Jimin’s eyes burning into the back of his skull, and finally looked behind him. He smirked at Jimin and gave a seductive wink before returning to his task just like the day prior, and the football player hated that he blushed.
***
Jimin should have considered himself lucky to heal from the throbbing pain in his throat as quickly as he did, because that meant he could go to the overhyped party everyone was bugging him about. He struggled to enjoy himself at parties lately, since he’d stopped knowing what to do after about the thirtieth one.
But it’s what everyone in their suffocatingly small college town did, and not attending wasn’t really an option for him. Jimin didn’t even know the guy whose house this was. He vaguely remembered Hoseok mentioning the name Jackson, but he couldn’t remember whether that was the guy’s first or last name.
Either way, it didn’t even matter. If Jimin didn’t go, he’d be getting drunk calls from his teammates and classmates all night demanding he come out. So here he was.
He hardly sipped his cup of cheap beer, eyes scanning over the crowd of college students all doing the same thing they did every single party. They’d get drunk, grind up on each other, f*ck upstairs or go home with someone, then on Monday it’s like nothing ever happened and they’d repeat it again in a week or so. Jimin lazily bobbed his head to the music, trying to figure out whether to get up and dance with some girl or not, when his eyes landed on something new for once. Taehyung, with not one of his cheer friends, but a boy. A very attractive boy. And it lit a fire in Jimin.
He glared at the guy Taehyung was talking to. Taehyung leaning against the wall on his forearm, the unknown guy’s back was pressed against the plaster, peering up at him. Taehyung looked powerful, daunting, and f*cking good, and the boy was positively swooning. A co*cky grin danced on Taehyung's lips before he leaned down to whisper something in the boy’s ear, and it was then that Jimin decided he’d had enough, standing and storming over to the kitchen.
He quickly poured himself a cup of slightly colder beer, then paused halfway before switching to the nearest bottle of tequila he could find. He filled the rest of his cup with multiple different types of hard liquors before chugging it down in one go. He winced and shivers ran through his body as the burning aftertaste traveled from his throat to his stomach. He wasn’t someone who typically struggled with the taste of alcohol, but whatever concoction he’s just made was absolutely vile, and he washed it down with another cup of beer.
"Damn, you drink like you haven’t had a sip in years." Jimin heard a female voice behind him.
He turned and saw the girl smiling with a suggestive glint in her eyes and alluring body language. She had on a tight tank top with ripped denim shorts that left a wide strip of her toned stomach showing, specifically her belly button ring. Once he pieced it together, he realized exactly who she was.
Leah, the cheerleader. The blonde that Jungkook had a crush on, and coincidentally, Taehyung's close friend.
It was quite a rare occurrence for any of the cheer girls to spare even a pinch of attention to Jimin or his friends. They all hated the football guys on Taehyung’s behalf, so it was rather shocking to see one of the cheer squad members show signs of interest for him. An evil grin grew on his face at the thought of revenge that he could exact on Taehyung if he got with her, as well as the bragging rights amongst Jimin's friends for finally landing a cheer girl.
"I've been thirsty for a lot, it seems." He said, scanning his eyes over her body shamelessly, putting on a show about it.
"Oh yeah? What else are you craving?" She asked, eating the attention up.
"After another cup, I'll show you."
With a suggestive smile, she plucked the cup out of his hand. She poured it half with beer then went straight for the tequila to fill the rest. Jimin took it greedily and chugged it down. He would need it for tonight.
"One more for the road?"
Jimin laughed and handed her his cup yet again. She filled half of it with straight vodka this time, which was absolutely the worst vodka he had ever had, but he finished it and didn't chase it with anything because he wasn't a little bitch.
"Good boy." She said, grabbing his hand. "How about you show me what that sexy body of yours can do?"
She brought him to the dance floor and immediately her back was pressed up against his chest, her ass grinding into his groin. He grunted and gripped her hips, trying to steady her movements. He wasn't hard—not even a little, but he hoped the alcohol would help him with his lack of attraction to this girl and go on with his plan for vengeance.
He danced with her for a long while as the alcohol slowly kicked in. He was feeling looser, and smiling a bit more genuinely now, flowing with the rhythm, until he glanced up and saw Taehyung with the boy. They were pressed up against each other on the dance floor, grinding provocatively and clearly having much more actual fun than he was.
Jimin let out a growly breath and started back for the kitchen.
"I need another drink." He shouted to Leah over the music.
She didn't seem to have any problem, following him out as he deadpanned for the bar. She then held him close with her arms around his waist as he chugged down more beer, giggling at him as he continued. Suddenly his previous drinks started hitting him all at once, and he felt his knees grow weak.
"Baby, are you gonna be able to keep it up tonight after all this?" Leah asked.
Jimin made an attempt to respond, but it was heavily slurred now. He could hardly keep his eyes open, and one glance at his reflection from the kitchen window told him that his face was glowing red from the effects of the alcohol.
"Let’s get home before you're too drunk to f*ck me." She said with that seductive tone, pulling his arm around her shoulders.
Jimin wasn't quite sure if he was trying to protest or not, due to how far gone he was at this point, but he had the feeling that he was no longer in the mood for revenge. Just for sleep.
He was dragging his feet and heavily weighing on her. He faintly heard himself saying "wait" along with other hesitations, but everything was blurry and he couldn't even hear himself. They made it out the front door and started down the steps, before a loud voice caught their attention, along with a grasp on Jimin's arm.
"What the f*ck do you think you're doing?!" The powerful, deep voice demanded.
"Tae, f*ck off.” She glared at him. “You're getting laid tonight and so am I."
"He's not sober, you psycho." Taehyung said angrily, yanking Jimin from her hold with ease. “He can’t even stand up.”
"He’s f*cking fine. We're having fun."
"Leah, you're clearly sober and he's clearly wasted."
"He came up to me! He told me he wanted to f*ck before he even started drinking."
"That doesn't mean he doesn't need to give consent now." Taehyung said, raising his voice in frustration.
"He told me he wanted to take me back to his place!" She said, her volume rising as well.
"At this rate I don't even think he can find his place." Taehyung snapped back, hiking Jimin's arm around his shoulder and hobbling off with him. "I really didn't take you as the type to take advantage of someone while they're drunk. Go back to your f*ckin’ party, Leah."
"Just because you have some stupid drama with him doesn’t mean you can project it onto me.” She yelled at him. “You're a sh*t friend, Taehyung!"
She turned back to stomp into the house. Taehyung grit his teeth to try and regain his temper, hiking Jimin up against himself as he dragged him away.
"You had to get sh*t faced tonight, didn't you?" Taehyung grumbled. Having Jimin's body weight dragging at his side was not an easy way to walk. "I had a hot guy damn near ready to come home with me, and yet here I am, taking care of your sorry ass instead."
"We…f-fine." Jimin said, slurring beyond comprehension. He was so gone Taehyung could hardly make out anything else he was saying.
Jimin became almost absolutely limp at a certain point where his blood alcohol level hit its peak, and he was slobbering and spewing nonsense. Taehyung got fed up and slung the boy over his shoulder, carrying him to his apartment. By the time they got there, Jimin was knocked out.
Taehyung groaned as he removed Jimin's shoes and jacket which reeked of cheap booze, then tucked him into his bed. The cheerleader slept on the futon couch in his room, blocking out Jimin's heavy snoring and trying to calm down from the fury he felt knowing that someone he’d considered a best friend would take advantage of someone who was drunk.
That, and the fact that Jimin was definitely going to be throwing up in his toilet soon.
Sure enough, Taehyung woke to the sound of aggressive hacking up coming from his bathroom in the middle of the night. He sighed as he sat up, going to the kitchen to retrieve a cup of water for the drunk football player. He returned to see Jimin clutching onto the toilet bowl for dear life as he barfed up every ounce of alcohol in his system along with his last three meals. As much as it hurt his pride to break his vow of maintaining enemy status, Taehyung went a step further and got a wet washcloth, brushing Jimin’s hair from his face and dabbing the sweat from his forehead.
He wiped the remains on Jimin’s chin away with tissues and got cap full after cap full of mouthwash for Jimin to rinse and spit out after puking again. Eventually Jimin had used up the last of his expensive mouthwash, so Taehyung just refilled the cap with tap water.
Indeed, it hurt Taehyung’s pride, but he couldn’t help it. Looking after his younger siblings is what he’d always done, and seeing Jimin like this just reminded him of all those nights his parents were working late and he had to take care of his little sister or brother when they got a stomach bug.
By the end, Taehyung gathered Jimin up in his arms and carried him rather inelegantly to bed again, tucking him in and setting a trash can next to the mattress along with a fresh glass of water on the bedside table
“Lightweight little brat.” He muttered to himself, attempting to get comfortable on the couch again once he was finally granted the chance to sleep again.
The next morning, Jimin woke up groaning. The room was spinning, his head was absolutely pounding, and every noise felt like someone blasting their speakers directly into his ears. It took him a good ten minutes of self-pep talking to summon his strength and stand up, or at least attempt to before falling back on the bed. His stomach hurt beyond words, but any time he tried to throw up there was nothing left and he was just dry heaving.
“f*ck.” He rubbed his eyes.
This was his worst hangover he’d ever experienced, and with how much his stomach hurt, he should consider himself lucky for dodging alcohol poisoning. It was only then that he took in his surroundings, and realized he wasn’t familiar with any of them. The colors of the walls, the placement of furniture, the posters and pictures taped up.
“Where the hell…” He mumbled to himself, trying to piece the tiny fragments of memory from the previous night together.
Everything was a blur. He’d gotten to the party with Hoseok and Namjoon then lost them in the crowd immediately, he’d hung out with some friends in the kitchen, he’d drank with some girl and she’d tried to take him home despite his protests, but something stopped him-
“Oh f*ck.” Jimin slapped his palm to his face, wanting to cry on immediate impact at how much it intensified his headache.
He lied on the bed and debated crawling out the window rather than facing the boy who’d taken care of his drunk ass after he’d treated him like absolute sh*t, then groaned and sat up, deciding to meet his fate. He stumbled out the door and held onto the wall as he slowly emerged into the kitchen. Taehyung was leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in his one hand and his phone in the other as he scrolled.
"Hey..." Jimin said, walking in quietly.
"Sup." Taehyung responded, not sparing Jimin a glance.
"Thanks for, uh, last night." Jimin said sheepishly. This was painful.
"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna let someone get raped." Taehyung shrugged, finally giving Jimin a tired look.
Jimin came to him slowly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Tae–"
"It's fine, Jimin. You don't have to say anything." He said, looking up fully. "Are you ready? I'll give you a ride home."
"No no, it's okay. I can uber."
"Yeah? Where's your phone?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin realized he had no idea where that was. He prayed Hoseok had retrieved it like he always does.
"I can walk..." Jimin said with zero confidence.
"Jimin, I know for a fact you do not know how to get back home from my apartment." Taehyung said, standing and grabbing his keys.
"And you do?" Jimin asked.
"I can map it?" Taehyung held up his phone, making Jimin feel stupid.
"Oh, right.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, thanks."
"C'mon, you should go home and sleep." Taehyung said, his tone softening a tad.
Jimin followed him to the driveway, gasping when his eyes hit the light.
"Here." Taehyung handed him the spare sunglasses he kept in his car.
Jimin took them immediately and sighed in semi relief. The drive home might have been more tense had Jimin not been nodding off for most of it. Taehyung played the radio at low volume, and Jimin struggled to recollect the events of last night. It wasn’t until the car stopped in front of his house that Jimin fully came to his senses.
“We’re here.” Taehyung announced, bringing Jimin into focus.
The older looked down at his fingers, fiddling with them. He didn’t quite want to leave the car, but he had no idea what else to say.
"Thanks for driving me." Jimin said, looking down at his knees.
He knew he owed so much more than a “thank you” to Taehyung, but he couldn’t find his words, nor the courage to do so.
"You're welcome, Jimin." Taehyung said.
Jimin waited for a second. "I-I won't talk bad about you anymore. Or let the guys either." He promised.
"Thanks but I never gave a sh*t what you guys said anyway." Taehyung retorted bluntly, and Jimin knew he meant it.
"Right, I know. But still." Jimin kept stalling, and Taehyung gave him a look of confusion.
"You good, Ji–"
He cut his question off when Jimin suddenly leaned over and kissed his cheek. Taehyung couldn't even respond before Jimin was out the door and in his house, sprinting like his life depended on it. Taehyung hated that his cheek was tingly and the feeling of Jimin's plump lips against his skin lingered. He hated that his stomach was doing little somersaults and his heart rate had picked up rapidly at the kiss.
He put the car in drive and reached for his sunglasses, realizing Jimin hadn’t put them back before bolting out the door in embarrassment. Taehyung groaned and began driving off.
“Stupid kid.”
***
As promised, the football team didn’t prove to be a problem for Taehyung anymore after that night. Any time one of the guys looked over at the team, Jimin would find a way to divert their attention from Taehyung back onto one of the girls. It wasn’t that hard to keep them from talking about Taehyung, since Jimin had always been the one bringing the male cheerleader up. Now he no longer did, but still he made extra efforts to make sure Taehyung’s name stayed off their tongues.
Leah was kicked off the team immediately. Once multiple of the girls told their captain about Leah trying to take advantage of someone while they were intoxicated, she was booted. It wasn’t even Taehyung who was the first to tell on her, but he sure as hell didn’t keep his mouth shut when the captain asked if he’d seen anything.
Leah left in a fit, going off about how it wasn’t rape and how guys always want sex or some sh*t. Taehyung had already blocked her from his mind, so he remembered nothing of what she said.
It was a few days later when Taehyung was walking to his car after class, that Jimin came up to him, looking rather uncomfortable. Taehyung wasn’t sure if Jimin had meant to talk to him or was simply just in the way, but after processing the shorter boy’s awkward stance, he decided Jimin was probably trying to initiate conversation.
"Hey." Jimin said, looking at Taehyung.
The taller boy arched an eyebrow. "Hey?"
"Uh...do you wanna smoke?" Jimin asked. "I don't know if you smoke, but if you do, we can sesh if you want."
Though Taehyung knew Jimin didn’t possess as much confidence as he tried to let on, he never expected to ever see him as this much of a stuttering, visibly uneasy mess. It was almost cute, but it didn’t help with Taehyung’s confusion at the sudden turn of events with the football player.
"You want to smoke it with me?" Taehyung asked, his eyes squinting cynically.
"Well yeah, I figured I owe you." Jimin said.
Taehyung rolled his eyes. "It's okay, you don't owe me anything."
Jimin was shifting his weight from foot to foot, and Taehyung could tell he was only getting more nervous, completely out of his element. When he couldn’t watch Jimin like this anymore, he took pity and gave in.
"Alright. Your place open?"
Jimin perked up in relief and nodded. "My roommates are on some camping trip."
There was a small moment of hesitation. Did he really want to be alone with Jimin for a prolonged period of time? He wasn’t even sure what they would talk about. Was Jimin going to become a mess when smoking like he’d become when drinking? Finally, he analyzed the sincerity of Jimin’s invitation, and decided, f*ck it.
"Let’s do it then."
As it turns out, Jimin didn't know how to smoke as well as he played on earlier, so Taehyung had to help him. Jimin might have been embarrassed if Taehyung were to make a scene of it, but instead he just rolled the blunt for the older while they talked casually. Jimin felt nervous at first, but Taehyung was shockingly easy to talk to, despite the fact that they had a toxic and hate filled history, mainly on Jimin’s part.
Jimin once had this idea in his mind that Taehyung was only into what he considered to be “girly things,” like shopping and makeup or some sh*t. On the contrary, he was into a lot of similar things Jimin was. They talked about winter sports, and Jimin found out Taehyung was a snowboarder as a kid and had won competitions for it. They talked about cars which Taehyung knew more about than Jimin, and they talked about food, which Jimin was better at making than Taehyung.
By the time they were both decently stoned, they were sitting on the kitchen floor chatting with ease about whatever came up. They talked about their futures, their childhood memories, significant life lessons they’d learned in their short time on earth, everything. At one point Taehyung leaned back against the cabinet and just breathed in the second hand smoke. Jimin's eyes followed the line of his jaw, which was extremely sharp and defined.
His eyebrows were full and his cheekbones were high. Jimin analyzed his body. His toned torso underneath his cheer t-shirt which was bunching up as he slouched against the cabinet door, his long legs and arms, his smooth, tan neck...his jeans. They weren't tight, but Jimin could see the bulge in his crotch area. He gulped and tried to avert his eyes away, but it was so big, it was hard not to stare.
"What are you so deep in thought with?" Taehyung chuckled, snapping Jimin out of his daze. The boy cleared his throat.
"Have you ever tried to suck your own dick?" Jimin asked abruptly.
Taehyung broke into laughter a second at the sudden, blunt question, and answered just as frankly. "Hasn't every guy?"
"Yes." Jimin sighed sadly. "I thought maybe since I'm flexible I could do it. But my rib cage gets in the way."
Taehyung made a mental note of Jimin mentioning his flexibility before he moved forward.
"Well then you have two options. Get your last two ribs surgically removed, or get one of the sorority girls that kiss the ground you walk on to suck you off. I'm sure any of them would drop to their knees at the snap of your fingers." Taehyung said. Jimin blushed a bit and shook his head.
"That's not what I wanted." He responded.
It was silent for a moment, and soon Jimin’s face burned with regret of what he’d just implied.
"What is it you wanted then, Jimin?" Taehyung asked, giving him an amused look.
"N-nothing...it was nothing." Jimin cleared his throat.
"Are you curious what sucking a dick feels like?" Taehyung asked, then grinned. "Because if that's the case, you can feel free to practice on me anytime."
Jimin felt his stomach flip as he took a nervous gulp, the fantasy playing out in his mind. Taehyung’s dick out in front of Jimin’s face...what it would feel like...the sounds Taehyung would make and how he would taste. Jimin looked up to see Taehyung was staring seductively at him for a second, before he broke and began laughing again, relieving a pinch of Jimin’s embarrassment, though the boy was still a bit shaken at the conversation he was having.
"Oh f*ck off." Jimin shoved Taehyung's chest lightly.
"Alright, I'll ignore your raging hard-on and drop it. But just know, the offer always stands." He said.
Jimin went crimson red as he glanced down. Sure enough, there was his dick pressing against his jeans. His head shot back up to see Taehyung leaning his head back against the cabinets again, his eyes closed but a smirk at his lips.
"Maybe I wanted to see what a blowj*b felt like from a guy?" Jimin suggested, trying to backtrack, although he didn’t sound much more straight than before, once thinking it over.
"Well I could have done that." Taehyung said. "But I figured you've gotten a lot of blow j*bs, so I was thinking I would eat you out instead once you finally asked."
Jimin's eyes went wide as the words casually left Taehyung's mouth. "W-what?"
"You have a really nice ass. I'll suck you off if you want, but since you've already received the suck I'd rather give you something you've never gotten. And I doubt any of those girls you f*ck around with would offer to rim you."
Jimin was a bit speechless. Taehyung burst out laughing once again and a red hot blush spread across Jimins cheeks.
"Damn, you really act overwhelmingly panicked gay at times, bro. You’ve been blushing for like five minutes straight. I’m just f*cking with you, don’t get so flustered.”
“f*ck you, I just get red faced when I smoke.” Jimin bluffed, and Taehyung chuckled.
“Okay, whatever you say.”
Taehyung helped Jimin clean up, and he was back to normal annoyingly faster than Jimin.
“Are you sure you’ve smoked before? You look kind of greened out.” Taehyung said with a bit of concern.
To be honest, Jimin hadn’t really smoked before. He’d taken hits at parties, but he hadn’t gotten through a full session with his friends, and he certainly hadn’t expected Taehyung to have as much experience as he did. He’d hoped he could play it off in front of the cheerleader, but here Taehyung was, looking after him yet again.
“I’m fine....just kind of hungry but also kind of sleepy.”
Taehyung helped Jimin off the ground. “How about you try and nap it off first, and once you’ve calmed down you can cook something while completely coherent so you don’t burn yourself on the stove.”
Jimin nodded as Taehyung gave the hobbling boy assistance to his room. The realization that the taller boy was going to leave hit Jimin at the same time as the realization that he didn’t want him to.
“Are you okay to drive?” Jimin asked as Taehyung got him onto his bed.
“Yeah, I’m good. I come down pretty quick.”
Jimin bit his lip, and Taehyung was mesmerized by it for a second before Jimin’s voice snapped him out of it.
“You could wait a bit to make sure.” Jimin offered. “Just to be safe.”
Taehyung hated to admit it, but Jimin acting like this, all shy and sleepy, was obnoxiously cute.
“Are you afraid to be alone, Jimin?” Taehyung asked.
“I didn’t say that!” Jimin jumped to his own defense, and it evoked a fond smile on Taehyung’s face.
“I know, I’m just teasing you. I can wait to make sure I’m good.” Taehyung said, looking around. “Got a couch I could nap on?”
“Well, you gave me your bed last time, so you can sleep here.” Jimin said, getting to his wobbly legs. “I’ll take the floor.”
“I’m not kicking you out of your bed, Jimin.” Taehyung guided Jimin back to his bed.
There was a pause, and then Jimin looked up through his lashes.
“We could both sleep here, if you’re okay with that.” Jimin nearly whispered.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow at Jimin, exceptionally surprised at the suggestion. Jimin, the kid who’d called him hom*ophobic and derogatory names, sh*t talked him to his friends and threatened to beat him up, was sitting in bed looking like a lost puppy asking if they could nap together. Taehyung might have laughed at the turn of events if Jimin didn’t look so soft and fragile at the moment.
“Are you comfortable with that?” Taehyung asked.
Jimin nodded quickly. “Yeah, it’s fine. I have a big bed.”
Taehyung eyed the very cozy looking, perfectly made bed, and fell into a bit of a sedated phase, thinking of how soft those pillows probably were.
“Alright, move over.”
The boys passed out on their respective sides of the bed rather quickly and succumbed to a nap much longer than intended. Taehyung woke up first, a bit sweaty from the lack of air conditioning, the ceiling fan doing little to nothing in keeping the room cool.
He yawned and began to stretch, when a certain weight on him caused him to freeze. His eyes scanned down to his chest, where there laid the head of none other than Park Jimin himself.
Taehyung nearly gasped at how adorable the older boy looked. His head was nuzzled into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, his full lips puffing out even more from his face being squished into Taehyung’s chest. His leg was curled up onto Taehyung as well, and Jimin’s noticeably small hand was lightly gripping his shirt when the taller boy moved a bit. Taehyung covered his mouth to keep from cooing, and just stared down in awe.
Jimin had been the bane of Taehyung’s existence since the moment he stepped foot on campus. Everyday the shorter boy would taunt and tease him, and every day Taehyung had to play it cool to keep from socking the little brat in the face. Now here he was, being snuggled up to by the boy he’d almost choked out in the locker room less than a month ago.
Taehyung was biting his lip to restrain himself from poking Jimin’s soft cheek, when suddenly his phone alarm went off, reminding him that he had to pick up his friend for a review session.
“f*ck.” He whispered to himself, frantically reaching over and shutting it off before it woke Jimin.
Jimin stirred a bit, snuggling deeper into Taehyung and the taller boy internally groaned at having to leave the precious site.
“Jimin, I gotta go.” Taehyung whispered, shaking the boy slightly.
Jimin whined sleepily and Taehyung slowly peeled himself away.
“See you tomorrow.” Taehyung said softly, unable to hold himself back from brushing the older boy’s bangs out of his face to catch one last glimpse of his dangerously adorable smushed face, then rushed out.
***
The two slowly began mending their past animosity and morphing into friends. Of course, Jimin kept it from his team just as Taehyung kept it from his squad, but they would meet up after practice almost every day and either smoke or play video games or watch movies or do homework. If one of them couldn’t hang out in the evening, it was hard for the other to brush it off like it didn’t bum them out as much as it did.
For as lean as Taehyung was, he liked to eat a lot, even more than Jimin. So they often were stuffing their faces with snacks, and Jimin realized that he hadn’t been able to fully let loose and eat like this in front of any of his team members due to his suppressed body insecurities. He hadn’t talked about them since middle school, but Jimin had always struggled with his body image, and he was never freed of those insecurities until Taehyung randomly showed up with all his self esteem and huge appetite.
The two grew close unexpectedly fast, and Jimin didn’t realize how fun it was to have a friend his age. Jimin got along great with the guys on his team, but there was just a certain level of comfort that came with Taehyung being in the same two month birthday span as him. He’d always only had friends of different ages, so it didn’t quite come across his mind until he was speaking to Taehyung informally and Taehyung was speaking to him informally right back. It was just comfortable.
Taehyung drove an hour to visit Jimin over winter break and Jimin drove the same to be with Taehyung for New Year’s Eve. When the ball dropped they looked at each other for just a moment while all the couples shared their New Year’s kiss, then Jimin turned his head away and Taehyung just grinned and hugged the shorter boy into his side, clinking their glasses to cheer for the new year.
Jimin had stayed for the rest of winter break, and they’d talked on the phone as they drove back to school separately in their cars. Neither of them would admit to the fact that they were slowly growing dependent on each other, though it was obvious that they both felt it.
***
It had been a couple months into the new semester when the two were lounging in Jimin’s apartment. The football player had been fishing around in the pantry when he emerged from his kitchen, triumphantly holding up a bottle of whiskey that his housemates had left behind on another one of their camping trips.
“Wanna down this?” Jimin asked Taehyung, plopping down next to him on the floor.
The cheerleader was sitting against the couch, stuffing nachos into his mouth as he impatiently waited for Jimin to join him and start up their game. However, once the Jimin placed the bottle in Taehyung’s lap, the cheerleader put his controller down and wiped his mouth of nacho crumbs.
“Damn, how’d they get their hands on this?” Taehyung asked. “It’s actually expensive stuff.”
“I think it was one of their birthday gifts?” Jimin said. “But they throw so many parties here, they’ll just assume someone poured it into the jungle juice one night. It’s all ours.”
Taehyung was never one to pass up a good, classy alcoholic beverage since it happened so rarely at college parties. He got up and the boys made due with the ingredients in Jimin’s busted fridge to concoct some fancy looking co*cktails. They attempted to keep it classy the first few drinks, then grew tired of the effort it took and ended up just taking swigs of it at the counter while they shared dumb party stories.
“They were what? ” Jimin asked in disbelief of Taehyung’s tale.
“f*cking using the juice from Gushers as lube.” Taehyung said through his cackling. “I literally could not believe it with my own eyes. My favorite childhood snack defiled for straight people sex.”
He pretended to gag, making Jimin laugh.
“It is kinda gross, huh?” Jimin agreed, taking a swig of the now nearly empty whiskey bottle.
It caused Taehyung to pause. The comment might have flown under the radar at a college party, but Taehyung knew better.
“What is? The Gushers? Or the straight sex?” Taehyung asked.
Jimin didn’t register the corner he’d backed himself up into until it was too late, but he decided to continue with the help of liquid courage.
“Both, I guess.” He said with a nervous laugh.
“You find straight sex gross? I thought it’s what you lived for.” Taehyung said, knowing damn well that was a lie.
“I mean…I don’t know. It’s just sex. It gets old after a while.” Jimin shrugged.
“I don’t know what kind of sex you’re having, but it never gets old for me.” Taehyung laughed. “Even if it’s a five minute quickie, I have a blast every time.”
Jimin peeked up from under his bangs, still clutching the bottle. “Every time?”
“Yup. Never had to fake it once.” Taehyung said.
Jimin was glad that alcohol made his face red, because if it didn’t Taehyung would’ve been able to tell he was blushing.
“Oh. I guess I can’t say the same.” Jimin laughed pitifully.
“You’ve had to fake it?”
“Yeah.” Jimin shrugged again. “I was just wearing a condom so I said I came.”
“Damn. You’ve done this a lot?” Taehyung asked, retrieving the bottle from Jimin to take a gulp.
“I guess. I don’t know, maybe it’s because we’re usually drunk. Dick doesn’t work as good, you know?” Jimin said, and Taehyung scoffed.
“I can tell you honestly, I definitely do not know. Alcohol makes it sloppier but still just as horny.” Taehyung ventured into some iffy territory. “Maybe you’re just not having sex with the right people?”
That caught Jimin’s attention immediately, and he tried not to look as struck as he felt.
“What do you mean?” He asked timidly.
“I mean, if you feel like you’re faking it all the time and you’re not really into it, maybe you should reevaluate who you’re f*cking?” Taehyung said. “Maybe you’re demisexual? Or ace…or gay?”
Jimin felt the world stop turning when Taehyung finally went there. Taehyung could see it on his face, and he wondered if he would’ve had the nerve to joke about that without the alcohol in his system.
It took Jimin a long while to respond, taking the bottle from Taehyung to swig.
“I don’t know.” He said, wiping his mouth.
Taehyung just stared at the football player for a long moment as he nearly finished the whiskey. “Well, if you recall our first smoke sesh, I offered you a chance to suck my dick. As a huge fellati* fan, the opportunity always stands if it were to help you sort some things out.”
Jimin gnawed on his lip, looking into the distance with glazed over eyes, deep in thought.
“Or, you know, I could always follow up on my offer to suck you off or eat you out, as again, I am a big fan of oral sex. And all sex in general.” Taehyung said, with hardly a trace of humor. “Just in case you ever want to get some of those internal questions answered.”
Jimin continued to stare off, putting the bottle to his lips and gulping down the last drop. He wiped his mouth, tossed the empty bottle in the trash, then looked at Taehyung with lustful eyes. Within seconds, his hands were cupping Taehyung’s face, his liquor-tainted lips pressed against the cheerleader’s. It took Taehyung by surprise for just a moment before he reciprocated, pulling Jimin close and deepening the kiss.
The tension that had been building up for months finally exploded within minutes, as the two were shedding each other's jackets and clumsily making their way to the living room, never once breaking the kiss. It was a pretty sloppy makeout session, but neither of them cared. Taehyung preferred it that way, if he were being honest. It just meant that Jimin had been yearning for him just as much as he had been for the jock.
Jimin pushed Taehyung onto the couch, straddling him and pinning down his wrists. He went in for Taehyung’s neck, kissing and sucking around the most sensitive areas, and Taehyung let out a soft moan as he arched into him. Jimin’s ridiculously plump lips and glorious tongue felt heavenly on Taehyung’s hot skin, and this is what the cheerleader had dreamt about since he’d first laid eyes on the boy.
He peeked open his eyes to look at the older, when suddenly he realized he was having trouble focusing his vision. He frowned and took a deep breath, closing his eyes and opening them again, finding the same problem. He then smelt the potent scent of alcohol on both of them and groaned, cursing himself.
They were drunk.
“Jimin,” Taehyung sighed, “We can’t do it like this.”
“Like what?” Jimin asked, still ravishing Taehyung’s neck, going for the buttons on his flannel.
“We’re drunk.” Taehyung pointed out.
“I don’t care.” He said, now spreading kisses over Taehyung’s exposed chest.
“You will tomorrow. C’mon, let’s go drink some water so we don’t hate ourselves in the morning.” Taehyung said, making a move to get up just to find Jimin staying exactly where he was.
“I don’t care that we are. I want you so bad.” Jimin said, his face still buried in Taehyung’s neck, and the taller boy frowned.
“Jimin, that’s enough. Let’s go.”
“Who cares? We’re both drunk, it’s fine.” Jimin said, and Taehyung was now noticing the slight slurring in his voice.
Though a bit dizzy, Taehyung was able to speak relatively clearly, and after recounting the amount of sips he’d taken of the liquor versus the older, he deduced that Jimin was certainly far more drunk than he was.
“Get off.” Taehyung said sternly, stiffening his body.
“Taehyung, just let loose.” Jimin urged, and Taehyung finally snapped.
He flipped them over, consequently knocking them to the ground, and pinned Jimin down by the wrists.
“That’s enough, Jimin.” The cheerleader said firmly, very much aware that Jimin had even less of a ground for consent than Taehyung did.
He cursed himself for not picking up on how intoxicated Jimin had become compared to his functionally drunken state.
“Ugh, it’s fine! Come on, don’t you want me?” Jimin protested.
“Not like this.” Taehyung said definitively. “I’m not letting your first time with a guy happen while you’re wasted.”
He got off and sat against the couch, running his hands through his hair. Seeing this side of Jimin scared him. The older was so pushy, he wasn’t taking “no” for an answer, and he wasn’t thinking about the consequences of his actions. It sent chills down Taehyung’s spine, and suddenly he felt sick.
“I’m gonna call an uber.” Taehyung said, standing up and pulling out his phone with trembling hands.
“Wait, Taehyung don’t go.” Jimin stumbled to his feet.
“You need to sleep, Jimin. We both do.”
“You can sleep here.” Jimin grabbed his arm, trying to tug him back.
“No. I’m going home.” Taehyung reiterated, almost out the door when Jimin pulled him back with force, wrapping his arms around the younger boy’s waist.
“Taehyung, just stay.”
A rage Taehyung hardly ever unleashed overcame him, and before he could stop himself he pushed Jimin off with so much force that the boy stumbled and fell on his ass.
“Damnit, Jimin, I said no!” Taehyung said much louder than Jimin had ever heard him speak.
Jimin looked at him in shock. He had never seen Taehyung that angry before, and didn’t even think he had it in him. The cheerleader was always so relaxed and quick witted, Jimin didn’t think Taehyung was able to lose his temper this bad. Even when he was choking Jimin out on the floor, he was completely calm, which had made it even more intimidating.
“You and your standards of consent really worry me, Jimin.” Taehyung said, feeling a lot more sober now that his adrenaline was pumping, and then he was out the door.
He skipped the uber and chose to walk home. Spring had made the nights more bearable, and he needed to attempt to clear his thoughts. Even if he was cold, the mixture of alcohol and rage warmed Taehyung up just fine.
Jimin swayed a bit as he got to his feet before the closed door behind Taehyung, unsure of whether to run after him or not. With how the cheerleader had reacted, thankfully Jimin concluded that pushing further wouldn’t be a good call even in his drunken state. He simply gathered himself, went to the kitchen to chug some water, and headed to bed. He held his pillow to his chest to try and ease the hollow feeling there. He hated being alone when he was drunk. Something about it just made him even lonelier than when his housemates left him for a trip.
He debated calling one of his teammates to join him, but it was a Saturday night. Jimin knew they’d all either still be at a party or taking a girl home from one right about now. He groaned and hugged the pillow tighter, replaying what had just happened over and over. If he hadn’t gotten so drunk and advanced so hard, not only would he not be alone but he’d possibly even be cuddling with Taehyung in his bed right now.
He’d really f*cked up the chance he’d been waiting for, and with how Taehyung had left, Jimin wouldn't be surprised if the cheerleader never spoke to him again.
