Work Text:
“Jimin, let’s play a game.”
Jimin turns his head slightly to look at Taehyung. They’re both slumped on the couch, taking a break from the chaos of the party. Both of their cups idle in their hands, but they’ve already drank enough for the rest of the night and the next night.
“What game?” Jimin sucks on his bottom lip for the hundredth time that night because his lips were dry as fuck and he forgot lip balm.
“I’ll show you,” Taehyung drawls, a small smile already playing on his lips. Jimin knew just from seeing that smile that he was about to make him laugh.
Taehyung pushes his body up so he’s facing Jimin more. It takes too much effort to hold himself up, so Jimin props his head up with his arm leaning on the couch. When that extent of exertion causes his head to spin and his vision to double, it hits him: I’m drunk as fuck.
“Okay, let’s play rock paper scissors.”
Jimin wrinkles his nose. “That’s it?”
“Except there will be punishments.” Taehyung tries to look devilish, but his eyes are half lidded from being crossed so he just looks funny. Jimin giggles.
“Hell no. What kind of punishment?”
“Winner gets to do whatever they want the loser to do.”
“That’s wack as fuck.”
“No, it’ll be fun! Just play, Jimin. Ready? Rock, paper,” and even though Jimin knows he’ll probably regret it, he pulls out rock. Luckily, Taehyung shoots scissors. “Fuck,” he deflates.
Jimin laughs. “So I can make you do anything?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Taehyung tries to sound pissed, but this is the exact kind of thing that he finds fun.
“Then… Take 2 shots.”
“Bro.” Taehyung makes a face of disgust. “I’m already so fucked.”
“That sucks. Drink up!” Jimin shoots his best innocent smile, the one that he knows Taehyung has a weakness to.
Taehyung whines loudly before he pours himself a shot. After downing two, he takes a solid 10 seconds to stop cringing.
“Fuck,” he says afterwards. Jimin laughs again. “Alright, let’s go again. It’s over for you when I win, Jimin.” Taehyung shifts his position as though it’ll help him concentrate better in a game of luck.
“Sure,” Jimin says nonchalantly. At this point, he’s too drunk to care. “Rock, paper, scissors!” And Jimin wins with scissors.
“Are you kidding.” Taehyung pouts.
“Hey, I actually kind of like this game,” Jimin teases. “2 more shots.”
“What? No. No repeats.” Taehyung crosses his arms.
“Fine. Then make that 3 shots.”
Taehyung sits there for a moment before failing to stay pouty. He laughs, trying to hold back by biting his lip. Jimin likes seeing Taehyung laugh because it always makes him laugh.
“Fine, bitch.” Taehyung pours another 3 shots, along with the last of the random bottle they picked up. “Now you can’t say that shit again. Ha.” Taehyung tries to say it threateningly, but his words end up slurring.
He downs one cup. “You know, you’re kinda making it worse.”
“What do you mean?”
He downs the second. “Nothing.” He gives Jimin a look that drunk Jimin can’t process. He downs the third. He sticks his tongue out and wrinkles his whole face. “That is actual poison. Ew.” He wipes his face of alcohol that dribbled down his mouth while Jimin zones out, eyes on Taehyung’s wet lips. “Okay, again.” Jimin snaps his eyes back to Taehyung’s.
“Are you sure, Taehyung? Is this just an excuse to get more wasted than you already are?” Jimin jokes.
“Hey, you could’ve done anything, literally anything , and you chose to make me more drunk. That’s on you.”
Jimin laughs and gets his hand in ready position. “Whatever. Go.”
Rock, paper, scissors, and.. Jimin shoots scissors, but Taehyung has rock. “YES!” Taehyung pumps his fist.
“Well, shit. You won once.” Jimin rolls his eyes but there’s a smile on his lips. He realizes how much he likes looking at Taehyung’s perfectly tanned skin, even when it’s a bit blotchy with red from his drunken glow. He feels drunk enough to do just about anything at this point, so he’s ready for whatever crazy or embarrassing dare Taehyung’s about to make him do.
“You don’t even know. This was the whole reason I wanted to play this game in the first place for, but I guess, in some ways, you kinda helped me,” Taehyung says. His eyes are shifting and he seems to be buzzing with nerves. Jimin can’t even say anything other than “Huh?” before he realizes Taehyung’s leaning in.
“Good thing I’m drunk off my ass for this,” Taehyung whispers, the feeling of his breath lingering on Jimin’s lips. Jimin can’t seem to move, his eyes on Taehyung’s before they’re being pulled down to his lips. Jimin’s heart is pumping but he’s not feeling as nervous as he would’ve been if he were sober. He was excited instead, bubbling with pure bliss. Whatever happens, happens.
Taehyung stays still for a second, and it almost annoys Jimin. So he puts a hand on the back of his neck, and it’s as though he pushed the play button on Taehyung. Their lips almost crash together, but the pressure between them is warm and soft and it feels nice. At this point, Taehyung is nearly on top of Jimin, one hand gripping Jimin’s thigh and the other planted on the couch next to Jimin’s head. Jimin’s hand moves restlessly about Taehyung’s hair, from pulling at the short curls at the nape of his neck to smoothing back the soft brown locks that fall over his eyebrows. Taehyung is even more excitable when he’s drunk, and Jimin can feel it on his lips as he moves quickly but deeply, as if wanting the next kiss so badly but wanting to savor each just as much. Jimin can’t help but giggle at how passionate Taehyung is, and they take a break, Taehyung panting and giggling over Jimin. He rests his forehead on Jimin’s, an action so familiar even when they’re being platonic, and Jimin loves the warmth radiating from Taehyung.
Taehyung is warmth, all warmth.