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So maybe Hoseok had had a crush on Yoongi.
It wasn’t too big or all-consuming, but the older boy was quite pretty, and Hoseok liked them pretty, alright.
As well, he was just so fucking brilliant in general. He was an insane rapper. One of Hoseok’s favorite activity was watching Yoongi working on a beat in the studio. Hoseok had a lot of admiration for the guy and sometimes, when they got really high together, he’d catch himself wondering what Yoongi tasted like or what kind of noises he would do if he touched him.
But it was all casual stuff, you know.
Hoseok wasn’t heartbroken, now that Taehyung had entered the picture.
Taehyung was actually a great dude and Hoseok loved him immediately.
They got along so well, in a very different way that he got along with Namjoon or Yoongi.
Namjoon was goofy and sort of an idiot. Their relationship was easy, even if it didn’t go too deep. Hoseok wasn’t one to overshare, or even share at all. He preferred keeping most of his thoughts to himself, and Namjoon wasn’t one to pry.
Yoongi was also an idiot, but a secretly nice one. Hoseok could make Yoongi do anything he wanted. Hoseok had never laughed as hard with anyone as he laughed with Yoongi.
But both Namjoon and Yoongi were really introverted. The most social activity they’d do together was going to underground rap concerts. If not, they’d be making music or smoking weed or taking walks at midnight.
Sometimes, Hoseok just wanted to dance. He wanted to go out and have fun. He wanted to go to bars and clubs and drink and smoke and make friends with random strangers. He wanted to go wild and climb roofs and party all night.
Taehyung did just that and more with him.
Taehyung was the best companion to go out with.
Taehyung made friends more easily than it was for Hoseok to tie his shoes.
When Hoseok was in the mood, he’d text Taehyung and they’d pre-drink together and then leave to unknown locations or new clubs and just let the night carve their path for them. Taehyung would make friends, then they’d follow them to wherever they wanted to go.
One time they ended up in a huge mansion with weird rich kids that only snorted high-quality cocaine on vintage mirrors. Another time, they made friends with museum security guards who let them visit an art exhibition at 2 in the morning. And, of course, there was the legendary time they took a taxi home with a homeless crackhead that stole one of Hoseok’s shoe.
So Hoseok appreciated Taehyung a lot. They bonded fast and hard and he was definitely on Hoseok’s list of top ten favorite people right now.
So, he didn’t mind at all that Yoongi was clearly head-over-heels in love with the boy.
Don’t get him wrong. It had stung at first. A little.
But Hoseok got over it very fast.
Taehyung was awesome and Yoongi deserved someone that awesome in his life.
And Hoseok didn’t need anyone. He had great friends, he lived with his big sister who was his favorite person in the whole wide world. His parents were loving and supporting. He even had a dog! He didn’t need a boyfriend.
That’s when he met Jimin.
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Jimin looks up when he feels someone sit next to him. He’s in the student café, lounging on one of the ratty looking sofas in the back, where exhausted students usually come to take their daytime naps.
It’s the boy. Pretty boy, as he nicknamed him.
Pretty boy is in three of his classes. His name’s Kim Taehyung. They keep making eye contact, something untold and transparent drawing the two of them together. Jimin isn’t a big fan of anything esoteric, but he almost feels like he knows Pretty boy from another life.
Pretty boy is pretty, as expected from the nickname. But he’s not just pretty in a generic way. He’s pretty like some sort of prince would be, like someone a little magic, a little special.
His eyes are huge and gentle, his nose is straight, his mouth, wide and inviting. He has golden skin and shaggy looking hair that’s always falling into his eyes. He’s tall with wide shoulders and long legs. He doesn’t look skinny or buff, just plush and soft.
Next to him, Jimin’s outfit almost feels dull. Pretty boy has a very eccentric style, always mixing feminine and classy with comfy and boyish clothing. Jimin’s most daring fashion statement was usually a plaid shirt over his generic black tees.
Pretty boy’s voice is low and a bit feral and muffled, it comes from his throat and it feels warm and chocolate-y.
“Hello”
“Hi”
Jimin’s nature is shy, he only warms up to people after a while, but he immediately feels at home with Pretty boy.
“I’m Taehyung.”
“Oh, I’m Jimin.”
“Yeah.”
Taehyung smiles and Jimin gives it right back to him. He feels calm and safe.
“I don’t wanna sound creepy or anything, but… I don’t know, I think we should be friends.”
He says it so easily, so casually. Jimin chuckles and watches Taehyung join him, his eyes going a little wider, his face coming a little closer.
“I think I know what you mean.” A pause. “I’d love to be friends with you, Taehyung.”
Pride and satisfaction seep out of Taehyung’s whole frame at that.
“Great, cus I know you’re a dance major, so I need to know what you’re doing tonight.”
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Sticky sweat is glistening on Hoseok’s face. He feels some trickling down the side of his throat and in between his shoulder blades. He’s dancing with some girl, she’s drunk but pretty and giggly. Usually, he’d enjoy it way more than he is currently. He’s too focused on Taehyung grinding with that Jimin boy he brought tonight.
Taehyung’s been talking their ears off about his special boy forever. He told them how he was in three of his classes and kept seeing him everywhere he went and that it was for sure a sign of the universe, like it was trying to tell him: “You’re meant to be, meant to be friends.”
Namjoon had suggested he just had a crush, but Taehyung had quickly put aside that theory.
He said he felt it was more than a crush, he felt like this special boy was his soulmate from another life.
Platonic soulmate, he had added softly, eyes darting towards a sulking Yoongi.
But if Hoseok had known.
If he had known his special boy looked like that.
He would not have come tonight.
Because this was torture.
Taehyung and his Jimin boy were dancing face to face, Taehyung’s hands on each side of Jimin’s hips, Jimin’s right hand gripping Taehyung’s nape in a tight hold, his left-hand swaying behind him sensually.
Their foreheads kept bumping together, they were so close, they could probably taste eachother’s breath.
Their eye-contact gave Hoseok’s chills, it’s intensity terrifying, thrilling. Taehyung’s special boy had hips on him, deadly hips, undulating effortlessly on the low beat that filled the club.
Hoseok couldn’t keep his eyes off them. He wanted to wreck that boy.
He was small and compact, with a beautiful face and a hypnotizing attitude. His hair looked clammy and staticky, half glued to his forehead, the other sticking into the air. His jawline was sharp as a blade, his shoulders strong and sensual. He had tight black pants that showed off his thick dancer thighs.
Hoseok wanted him so bad.
He had never been attracted to someone so intensely in his whole life.
But he was cockblocked by fucking Taehyung discovering his soulmate or whatever the fuck he imagined that boy was-
And the girl Hoseok was dancing with had disappeared now.
He didn’t even notice her leaving.
He tried focusing on the music, closing his eyes and letting himself go like he usually did on these kinds of nights. He felt the throbbing of the deep melody in his veins, in his heart. He felt the energy of the people around him, swaying together, like waves, like tree leaves in a thunderstorm. He felt the suffocating hold of the almost unbearable humidity on his mind, his throat, his skin.
But he couldn’t do it. Behind his eyelids, plump dark lips and flirty eyes; delicate hands and pretty collarbones.
Hoseok gave up and went outside for a smoke.
The air in front of the club is cool and welcoming. Little groups of drunks are chatting idly on the sidewalk. Hoseok sits on a bench, trying to put away his scowl and show an open face. He wouldn’t mind making a friend tonight.
Two minutes later, Taehyung and his special boy come outside.
Taehyung is smiling large and delighted; his gaze is a little out of focus when he asks cheekily for a cigarette. Jimin’s eyes are shy and careful, giving Hoseok a quick one over before declining the other cigarette his offering him politely.
Taehyung sits next to Hoseok and nuzzles his cheek with his nose.
Hoseok is not in the mood, but he accepts the gesture, not wanting to start some drama when the night is almost finished anyways.
“You know Minnie, Hoseok’s a dancer too.”, Taehyung mumbles in Hoseok’s neck, before straightening his back and throwing playful eyes to the elder of the three.
“Oh, yeah?”, says Jimin, high voice airy and soft.
“Mm-hmm, he’s good as fuck too. ‘Should see him wining, he’s a fucking sexy motherf-“
“Ok Tae, we get it.”, Hoseok quickly interrupts him.
“You should show me.”
There’s a pregnant pause. Taehyung blows out a cloud of smoke. Someone farther away laughs really loudly. Hoseok chokes on his own lungful and looks up.
Jimin has his eyes on him, sultry and coy. Heavy eyelids, playful lips. His demeanor seems shy but confident in an incoherent way.
“Sure,” says Hoseok, as casually as possible.
Jimin smiles, and his eyes disappear in little crescents. His cheeks look fuller this way. Hoseok feels his heart pick up a beat.
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Jimin’s was on his fourth vodka and OJ already when they got back into the club. Taehyung insisted they take Tequila shots, and so they did two each.
Taehyung was clearly a chaotic drunk, his lips slick with alcohol and spit, eyes wild and face stuck in a perpetual state of wonder and happiness.
Hoseok, on the other half, seemed like a relaxed drunk. When Jimin met him five hours ago, he was a ball of energy and playfulness, but now, his gaze was darker, he didn’t smile as much as he smirked and his whole demeanor had a touch of lethargy to it.
Jimin didn’t think much when he met Hoseok.
Taehyung said they would pre-drink at Hoseok’s place, since it was the closest to the club he wanted to go to tonight.
Hoseok was taller than him but shorter than Taehyung. He had a long expressive face, with jutting cheekbones and a nice-looking nose. His face was quite boyish, very friendly-looking.
But nothing like Jimin’s type.
He was funny and touchy, similar to Taehyung in that way. Jimin could see why these two were good friends.
But during the night, Jimin couldn’t help but notice Hoseok’s gaze on him.
And that…
Jimin liked that.
First, Hoseok seemed to catch himself staring.
Like he didn’t mean to.
Like it had been an accident.
Like he couldn’t help himself.
Jimin was flattered.
But then, Hoseok got drunker, and his gaze got darker. His eyes would stay on Jimin longer. They would linger and clearly travel the lines of his body, almost predatory-like.
Jimin felt wanted.
Jimin felt that maybe something could happen tonight.
Jimin was pretty tipsy, Taehyung was passed the point of drunk and Hoseok looked just sober enough to still be able to dance.
They were all dancing together, when a pretty boy came to press himself against Taehyung. His eyes twinkled and he looked delighted.
Jimin looked at Hoseok. Really looked at him. He moved very confidently, the music consuming him, his face thrown up, eyes half lidded, the expression on his face of pure let go. He was dancing with strong but smooth movements, riding the beat perfectly. He looked cool. He looked good. In his element.
He was also looking at Jimin, now.
Jimin made his way into Hoseok’s space, his burning presence englobing him now.
They were close, Hoseok looking slightly down at him.
There was something magnetic there.
Pure unabashed sexual energy.
Jimin made eye contact, shameless all of the sudden, from all the attention Hoseok was giving him. The older boy was looking at him with a threatening hunger. Jimin licked his lips and Hoseok’s gaze followed the movement hotly.
Jimin turned around and pressed his back vigorously into Hoseok’s sweaty chest.
That’s pretty much what Jimin remembers lucidly from that night.
After that, the booze probably took over completely, because Jimin could only recall little snippets here and there.
They were wining for a long time. Their bodies learning each other’s rhythm. Discovering how well they could move together. Close, and then closer.
Hoseok’s nose on his pulse point, his humid bangs brushing Jimin’s face softly.
Hoseok’s hands gripping his hips, strongly, possessively. Fingers grazing the skin under his shirt.
Hoseok’s voice in his ears, low and hushed. “So good, Jimin. So good for me.” Goosebumps on his skin.
And Jimin’s heart beat echoing throughout his whole body. Thumping restlessly, blood flowing lower and lower.
And Jimin wants. He needs Hoseok. They kiss.
They kiss and it’s sloppy. They kiss and it’s almost angry, it’s heated and furious.
They take a cab, or no, an Uber. Hoseok had a credit card, so they could take an Uber.
They forgot to tell Taehyung goodbye, so Hoseok texted him.
In the Uber’s backseats, they giggled loudly as they sent a bunch of drunken voicemails to Taehyung’s phone.
Jimin remembers hoping Taehyung would be alright. It probably showed on his face, because he also remembers Hoseok taking his hand and mumbling a small “Don’t worry, Taetae always finds a way back home.”
He remembers anticipation, as they entered Hoseok’s apartment.
“My sister’s not here tonight…She’s sleeping over at her friend’s.”
Jimin doesn’t remember anything after that.