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“I can't wear this, Jimin. You're insane.”

They were standing in the middle of Jimin’s room. Jin was staring at his supposed-best-friend with big eyes and a grimace on his face, his arms crossed on his chest.

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can't.”

“Why? You have very pretty legs.”

Jin huffed. “That I know. What I mean is I will die if I leave the flat in this.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Stop being dramatic. It's Halloween. People can dress slutty. And this?” Jimin raised his hands, waving the materials which he was currently holding. In his left hand was a Freddy Kruger inspired sweater, red and green striped material hanging loosely from his forearm, his fist closing tightly on dark brown shorts. This — Jin could handle. It was the ripped over knee socks in his right hand that were the problem. “This isn't even that bad.” Jimin concluded, assessing the garments.

“For you? Yeah. That's modest. For me, however, that'd be hell.”

Current-Jin wanted to beat up the past-Jin who agreed to wear whatever Jimin wanted him to two weeks ago. He was supposed to wear a more scary and a little bloody counterpart of Super Mario’s outfit. He had everything planned out in his head, the costume waiting in the shopping cart waiting for him to press order — but then he remembered about a case study for corporate law class they had due the next day and he totally forgot about it.

Jimin rolled his eyes again — so hard it looked almost painful. “Stop acting like a saint don't-look-at-my-ankles type of virgin. Last Halloween Namjoon fucked you in that cat outfit and you said–”

Jin screamed, quick and high pitched, to stop him from finishing the sentence. He remembered what had happened and what he said after, he just didn't like hearing it aloud. He enjoyed having sex partially clothed, maybe almost fully — the idea of being so desperate for someone that you can't bother taking your clothes completely off, that you just want to fuck them right there and then — was extremely exciting for Jin, he found out. Namjoon asking him to stay in that cat outfit while he wore a Batman outfit himself, was a whole other thing. 

Jimin raised his eyebrows and they just looked at each other for a couple seconds. “I need to kill you.” Jin said flatly. Jimin knew way too much about him. Jin needed to make sure his best friend died before him.

“You would die of boredom if you killed me.”

“I don't know, would I?” Jin teased but Jimin completely ignored him, focused on his mission — which seemed to be more than just feeding on Jin's humiliation, after the next thing that came out of Jimin's mouth.

“Taehyung’s gonna be there, you know.” He looked at his nails on the hand that was holding the tigh-highs, bringing Jin's attention back to them — at the same time as his mind opened the Taehyung folder in his brain. 

V folder, to be exact, because he and Jimin usually referred to Taehyung as such — V. It was a matter of safety. They talked about him a lot, including the spaces where Taehyung himself often resided. And Jin would die if the boy of his dreams heard any of their unholy conversations. So, to not get caught, they started calling him V, a shorthand for Velvety. Because for Jin, that word described Taehyung perfectly — everything about him was smooth and sensual, just like velvet is. His voice, his skin, his behaviour, his smile, his cologne… Velvet. 

And the V folder was a thick one. It had opened and started piling up even before the academic year started. 

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Jin and Jimin didn't come back home for summer this year. They worked their asses off so they could have more free time during the academic year. The dorms were fine but being able to rent their own place was worth every twitching eye caused by a brain-activity-deficient client in the coffee shop they worked in.

One day — exactly three days before the summer break was over — Jin was nearing the end of his shift, when a boy he'd never seen before entered the shop. And in the first moment Jin lay his eyes on him, he was absolutely gone.

The newcomer was a little out of breath when he said hello, clearly rushing there to get something in time before closing. His dark hair was already messy even before he ran his fingers through it, leaving it in a perfect unkept but controlled state. He had a black t-shirt and a dark blue denim jacket on — no one ever looked as good as he did in a denim jacket, Jin quickly concluded — he felt sad for every denim jacket owner out there, himself included.

His eyes were sparkling when he looked around and finally set them on Jin, who was standing at the register just bluntly staring. He would probably stop doing that and look away in any other circumstance but he physically couldn't. The boy who he didn't know then, must have been the descendant of Medusa herself, Jin was almost sure of that because he had evidence — said evidence being his own body turned to stone in mere seconds after their eyes locked.

Jin wasn't even sure if he smiled, which he was almost legally obligated to do whenever a customer entered. The stranger walked up to him and leaned on the counter — only then he smiled. And Jin's knees got weak. And maybe Jin returned the smile. He wouldn't know. He didn't know anything, really — because when the other opened his mouth and the smoothest and warmest voice spilled, filling the space between them, Jin did not register a word that was said. 

Only when the man in front of him tilted his head, he felt a hand grabbing his elbow and pushing him aside.

“Excuse my friend, he had a very long and eventful shift. What can I get for you today?” 

Jin heard Jimin's customer service voice and his soul returned to his body. And immediately, he felt stupid. His face started burning. He mumbled a quick sorry and went to the back. He slapped his forehead and almost groaned — catching himself just in time to not add the possibility of them hearing him to the pile of embarrassment that has already formed.

What the hell was that?

Was a question running through Jin's mind at that moment.

And as it turned out — at many other moments in the near future. Because their journey didn't end in the coffee shop.

Jin believed it was a one time thing and a soon-to-be forgotten memory because the pretty boy didn't come back to the café after. Jimin made fun of him for the way he acted and Jin whined about a possibility of lost love for a couple days. Then it went back to normal.

But then, the academic year started.

And the beautiful stranger came into the lecture hall, laughing about something with his friend. Jin almost fainted while Jimin almost started jumping in his seat from excitement, hitting Jin's thigh repeatedly and whispering some nonsense about destiny.

Jin couldn't focus throughout the whole class, glancing in the direction of his distraction and wondering why he was even there. Jin didn't understand, they were in their third year and he wasn't here before, that Jin was sure about.

He didn't have to mull over it for a long time because Jimin was, in fact, insane. The first thing he did after the lecture had ended was spring up and catch up to the distractor in no time to say hello — not even giving Jin a ghost of a chance to chip in to voice his mind about it. And he went along because it would be far worse to turn around and run away.

He changed his mind when he stood next to Jimin, in front of the boy that made him speechless — but it was too late to run away. So, he smiled when Taehyung — which he found out his name a moment later — looked at him and offered his hand to introduce himself. Jin took it. 

And he felt electricity and he said he was beautiful and Taehyung said he liked him and they kissed and fell in love and ran away to live on the farm and raised children together.

Was what Jin wished had happened. What had happened instead, were 2 miserable months of not being able to function properly, while Jimin was slowly and smoothly starting to blend their friend groups together. 

Jin wasn't mad at Jimin for that — he was thankful. He was excited. He wanted that.

But someone must've cursed him because he couldn't act like himself around Taehyung. Jin's brain would disconnect any time V was in the close proximity and he caught himself almost avoiding him on purpose.

And it was so strange. Because Jin wanted nothing more than to grab him and never let go. To listen to him and talk to him and spend time with him and fuck him and watch anime with him and to cook for him. He wanted it all. And he had opportunities. And he couldn't take them. It was additionally weird because Jin wasn't really shy. He never had problems with flirting nor getting close with someone. Yeah, he was rather introverted but he always got comfortable quickly. 

However, with Taehyung it was different and Jin felt insane. He wanted him. He needed him. And he sabotaged himself, god only knows why. Well, maybe god knew Taehyung would be too good for him and he would ruin Jin for everyone else so he wouldn't even let Jin try.

He tried — in all those weeks he managed almost nothing. He felt himself burning under Taehyung's stare anytime they talked. He overanalyzed everything he said and it didn't really matter because in the end, whatever he said he felt stupid. And Taehyung never said anything mean and never laughed at him or made him feel bad. Jin wasn't sure if he acted stupid or not, even though Jimin made fun of him and told him off for acting like a moron. 

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Jin felt his ears getting hot as he shook his head. “And?” He snorted. “As if I'd be able to talk to him anyway.” 

“He might talk to you. It happens that Nightmare on Elm Street is one of his favourite movies.” Jimin shrugged and looked back at Jin. “He might start the conversation himself.”

Jin furrowed his brows. “It happens to be his favourite movie?” Jin responded, his tone accusing. 

“One of his favourites, yes.”

“How do you know that?” 

“We've talked about horror movies some time ago, when we got the invites for the party.”

“Like, two weeks ago?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Before you made me agree to wear whatever you want?”

“Maybe.” Jimin smirked, even though he tried to contain it — he didn't need to say anything else.

“You little stinky schemer!” Jin moved closer to him, grabbed the sweater still hanging from Jimin's forearm and smoothly slid it off, then grabbed it with both hands and whipped the blond boy's chest with it. 

Jimin winced and stepped back. “I'm trying to help you!”

“By slutting me out and feeding into someone's possible kinks?”

“You’ve been so miserable since the semester started, I can't physically endure it much longer.”

“I'm not asking you to endure anything.”

“Well, I spend more time with you than I ever did with my parents. It's kind of impossible to ignore you.”

“Okay. But I didn't ask you for help.”

“Yeah. That's the issue. I can easily set you up with him and you–”

“V hasn't asked you to set him up with me. Which means he's not interested.”

“Oh my god.” Jimin whined and threw the clothes onto his bed. “You run away from him. He doesn't ask because he thinks you don't want to talk to him and I don't blame him. You act crazy.”

Jin whined and covered his eyes with his palms. “Jimin, you know I don't want to do that. It just happens.”

Jimin sighed and came closer. “I know, honeymoon.” He grabbed his shoulder, his voice suddenly way softer — he knew Jin was losing his mind over it because Jin himself didn't understand what his body and mind were doing. The lack of cooperation between those was tiring. “That's exactly why we need to do shock therapy.” Jin lowered his hands and was met with Jimin's soft eyes and even softer smile, making the shorter one look innocent and caring. Jin almost believed it until he heard him continue. “You should pretend you're not you and just jump onto his dick tomorrow.”

And with that, the caring best friend was gone. Welcome back little slut demon.

Jin looked up at the ceiling and whined loudly, almost crying out in desperation.

“Jin.” Jimin grabbed both of his shoulders and squeezed them. “Look at me.”

So, Jin looked down, and it was ridiculous. He felt like he was in the third act of a coming of age movie — preferably a sport-connected one — being persuaded by his teammate to keep fighting for his dreams. The difference was that he had absolutely nothing to do with the sport’s world and his best friend was coaching him about getting his dick wet.

“You have to push yourself.”

“But what does pushing myself have to do with me wearing those?” Jin pointed to the clothes on the bed.

“Everything, Nini. You can seduce him. I know you can. These clothes’ll just make it easier.”

“I can't.”

“You totally can.” 

“You’re not being reasonable, Jimin. I can't hold a proper conversation with him without doing something embarrassing.”

“That's why you need a boost of confidence. You haven't tried wearing something like that around him, have you?” Jin squinted at him, his mouth slightly open, head shaking in disbelief. “Exactly.” Jimin smiled proudly, more to himself than to Jin. "It's almost like with that cat outfit, when…”

“Jimin.”

“You know, when you said you felt like the Cat Woman…”

“Oh my god, fine! I’ll wear it. Just stop talking.”

“You promise?”

Jin rolled his eyes. “Yes, I promise. Just don't talk about that cat outfit anymore. Ever, actually.” Jimin giggled. “But you need to make sure I look good.” Jin pointed at him with a slight pout on his face.

“Honeymoon, you don't even have to ask.” He flicked his hair from his brow bone in a smooth motion. “Last year I did your cat make up and…”

“Jimin!” 

The boy chuckled, throwing his head back. “I'm joking, I'm joking. I'm shutting my mouth now.” He grabbed his elbows and giggled again, then ruffled his hair and pushed it back. “God, you're gonna look so hot I don't know if it won't be me trying to seduce you tomorrow.”

“Shut up.”

“I can always try.”

“I don't want you. You're too mean to me.”

“As if you don't like it.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows and Jin just turned around.

“Okay. I'm leaving now. See you never.” He walked out of the room, accompanied by the faint laughing sound.

He closed the door to his room and sighed.

Seducing Taehyung it was, then. Angels better have him in their providence.

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Jin wished he had Jimin's confidence.

It wasn't that he was insecure. He knew he was handsome, he knew he was funny, he knew he was smart. He was cute and he knew how to use it if needed. But it wasn't the type of confidence Jimin had.

Jimin walked into a room like he owned the place. He knew heads turned when he passed by and he reveled in it. He never thought he couldn't do something. No doubts in his head, ever. Everything he wanted could be his in a blink of an eye.

Jin aspired to be like that. He looked up to Jimin. Their friendship helped him grow throughout the years, he knew that. He didn't say sorry for taking space anymore. He was unapologetic in his weirdness. He felt good just being himself. Jimin taught him that not everyone needed to like him and it was totally fine.

Not everyone needed to like him.

Not everyone, except for Taehyung.

Jin needed Taehyung to like him. And that need made him act crazy — like his teenage insecure self. Unable to show his true colours. Unable to loosen up. 

And he was fed up with the old Jin coming through. Today, he needed to step down. 

Jin was turning around, checking himself from every possible angle. The shorts he was wearing fitted him perfectly but it didn't really matter because the sweater Jimin gave him was long enough to cover them almost completely when his hands were down. It was a plus for Jin, because he liked loose-fitting clothing and it made him feel more comfortable — as comfortable as it could, taking into consideration the tears on his chest and the see-through material squeezing his legs tightly. The thigh-high socks — or maybe stockings? Jin wasn't sure what he should call them. What he knew was that they were black, ripped and his legs looked extremely hot. Jimin did his hair — making his bangs look fluffy and wavy. A similar to the original Freddy Kruger’s brown hat sat on the top of his head. Jimin also did his make up — they could have gone all out and done the scars, Jimin was fully capable of that — but scary wasn't really what they were going for here. Jimin did his eyeshadow, darkening his water lines, put some blush and drew three scratches going down from his left cheek down his neck. 

There was a knock on the door and Jin glanced to the side and back into the mirror. “Come in.” He answered and the door quickly opened. Jimin came in holding a pair of his black boots in one hand and his small make up bag in the other. He stopped and dropped the boots on the floor.

“Screw Taehyung. I’m after you now.” 

Jin huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Shut up, idiot.” Jin turned again and gave Jimin a proper up and down. He was dressed as Apollo — gold shimmer covered his cheeks and chest, which was partially out. The white robe he had on had one shoulder strap. He had golden bracelets and a tiara on and looked extremely beautiful — but to be fair, he always did. What was interesting about that outfit was the fact that him showing so much skin still felt more humble compared to what Jin was wearing. “You look amazing.” Jin added, matter-of-factly.

“Like, I'm serious.” Jimin ignored his compliment. “If he doesn't, I'm throwing myself at you.” He opened his make-up bag coming closer, looking through the contents. “I’ll let him have the upper hand tonight, though, since I know you like him a lot.” 

“Oh, so gracious.” Jin snorted and Jimin smiled softly, taking out lip gloss.

“Stand still.” He murmured, grabbing Jin's face and angling it to his liking. Jin's lips fell slightly open and he didn't move when Jimin started applying lipgloss onto his lips. “Now you're absolutely irresistible.” He applied some to his own lips and smacked them before closing the little tube. Jin turned to the mirror one more time. If he's going to put himself out there like that he better be irresistible. 

“And because you're irresistible…” Jimin continued and made a ducky face taking something else from the make-up bag. He pulled up Jin's sweater and pushed what he was holding inside Jin's shorts’ back pocket. Jin furrowed his brows and reached for the pocket, taking out a condom and a single-use lube packet. He opened his mouth but Jimin was faster. “Shhh…” He put a finger to Jin's lips. “Just put that back in. You don't have to use it. But I want my baby to be prepared.” Jin pushed his hand away, rolling his eyes. He didn't have words. Or he didn't want to say anything because he kinda wanted to use those. So, he snorted but shoved the items back to his pocket.

Jimin smiled cheekily. “Put those on, too.” He pointed with his chin to the boots lying on the floor. “And you'll be ready.” He turned around and started to walk out of Jin's bedroom. “I need to pee and we can go.”

“One more glass of wine?” Jin looked after him. One more — because they’ve drunk some while getting ready. A little pre-game that was a necessary step for Jin to not freak out completely.

Jimin stopped and smiled, looking behind his shoulder. 

“Is the Pope Catholic?” Jin snorted and grabbed the shoes. “I’ll pour us some.” He proclaimed and left the room. Jin sat down on his bed and put the boots on, then went to the kitchen where Jimin already slipped from his glass, doing something on his phone. 

They drank the wine, watched IG stories of people who were already at the function and did some costume and decor judging.

It was the Saturday of the Halloweekend and it was the most important day of said time, making it the biggest event on campus. Fraternities on the campus have always joined up efforts to organise this one, setting it in the biggest possible space and it was clear how much they cared about people enjoying and remembering it with how well-crafted everything was. Jin was excited to see it in person. But he still felt on edge.

Taehyung hadn't posted anything and he wasn't in anyone else's posts. Jin had no idea what to expect. What would he dress up as, if he dressed up at all or if he even was there — maybe he wasn't and Jin would end up getting shit faced with Jimin in the end, no extra stress.

A pipe dream. Wishful thinking. Stupid Jin.

When they arrived at the party, he only got a chance to walk around with Jimin, open one beer bottle and take two sips, before he saw him.

And he was dressed as a fucking vampire.

Of course he would pull something like that. To torture Jin. Because why else would he? 

It wasn't a quick “let me put blood on my mouth and call it a day” type of costume. He was wearing a silk old-fashioned white shirt lined with a second layer of lace on some parts. It was loose and half-opened, showing a big chunk of his chest. Black dress slacks matching with the blazer, which was adorned across chest parts with red lace and velvet — oh, how fitting. 

Silver chains — one short around his neck and two longer ones, dangling down his sternum, one had a cross on it. His fingernails were painted black and he had many vintage looking rings on, but Jin wasn't able to tell what was on them.

And his face. He had some make up on — mostly black and red eyeshadows blending around his waterlines. There was blood in the corners of his mouth, tracing down on one side down his chin. Additionally, there was some blood splattered on his neck and chest. His hair was wavy and parted in the middle. 

He looked ethereal. He looked alluring. He looked dangerous. And he was walking their way. 

Jimin saw him and gasped, grabbing Jin's elbow, before smiling and waving Taehyung’s way. “Ohmygod he looks so hot. Don't even think about running off.” He said behind his teeth.

“I'm gonna be sick.” Jin whispered back.

“You've got this.”

“Do I?”

It was the last of their rapid conversation, because the distance between them was gone.

“Hi Taehyung-ie! Great to see you.” 

“Jimin. Jin.” He looked between them and god, anytime Taehyung looked in his direction he felt exposed. But now, Jin felt naked under his eyes.

“Taehyung.” Jin responded and just stared. Because he was greedy and even his shyness couldn't make him look the other way. He had to feed his eyes.

So, they were just staring at each other for what felt like eternity until Jimin spoke again.

“You look stunning. That blazer? Oh my god.”

“Thank you. You guys look amazing, too. Are you… Apollo?”

“Thank god you're educated. Yes, I am.” Taehyung laughed and looked back at Jin. More precisely — he looked him up and down, no subtlety detected. And maybe his eyes lingered on Jin's thighs. Or maybe Jin was too distracted by everything and he was imagining things.

“Freddy Krueger. Classic.”

“Yes. A classic. But vampires are timeless.”

“You've been here for some time, right?” Jimin interrupted, before Taehyung had time to respond.

“Yeah, I have. Why?” He looked back at Jimin only after saying the last word.

“I've been meaning to meet up with Jungkook but that bastard isn't responding to my texts.” Taehyung hummed, a small smile on his lips. “Have you seen him by any chance?”

“I did. He's a little drunk already. More than a little, probably.”

“Of course.” Jimin crossed arms on his chest. Jin finally looked away and turned a little to Jimin. Because of Taehyung-focused stress tonight, he managed to forget that Jimin had a little situation going on for himself. “Can you tell me where he is?”

“I can take you guys to him.”

“No. I need to go be annoying to him alone. No offense.”

Taehyung chuckled. “None taken.” He shrugged. Jimin looked at Jin and raised his brows. More than one question was carried by the expression on his face. Jin nodded. He's got this.

“Go be annoying. Go.” He raised the bottle and took a sip of beer. 

“He's outside in the back. Gazebo.” Taehyung specified.

“Thank you.” He grabbed both of their upper arms and squeezed lightly, looking between them. “Find you later?” Jin nodded and Jimin smiled and shuffled off.

Jin looked back at Taehyung, whose attention was already on Jin. Jin smiled, tapping his fingers on the neck of the bottle. He's got this.

“Are you a specific vampire or just the concept?”

“No one specific. But I wanted it to have Interview with the Vampire vibes. Did I manage?” He grabbed onto the lapels of his blazer, looking down. 

Just relax and don't listen to your brain.

Jin reached out and touched the adornment, his finger teasing the red lace lightly. “Yeah, I think you did well. You look very pretty.” He had to push so hard to get the words out, it almost felt like he was birthing them.

He looked up after a couple seconds and found Taehyung watching him closely. He took away his hand, taking in a shaky breath, trying not to look fucking constipated.

“Thank you, Jin.” He straightened up. “You look…” Jin blinked at him, waiting. God, maybe he couldn't find anything nice to say because he didn't like it. Maybe Jin looked nothing like Jimin hyped him up to. Or maybe it was a disrespect to his favourite movie, or…

“I love Nightmare on Elm Street. And I'm a big fan of…” He raised his hand and lowered it back slowly, following it with his eyes. Jin noticed him biting his lip. “...this.” Jin looked down and subconsciously started touching the elastic squeezing his left thigh. “I wasn't aware things like these found their way to your closet.”

Jin felt his face getting hot, now fidgeting with his sleeve. Maybe it was a mistake.

“I– Well, it's not really–”

“You look really good.”

Jin looked up and he wanted to squirm. Taehyung wasn't smiling when he said that. It wasn't a nicety.

Taehyung cleared his throat. “I was going to grab a drink before I saw you. Want to join me?”

Normally Jin would say no, ran away and beat himself about it later. But not tonight. He's got this.

“Yeah, gladly.” He answered and Taehyung smiled and tipped his head toward the kitchen, which was behind Jin. He turned around and started walking in that direction when he felt a hand on the small of his back. He felt warm all-over walking forward, Taehyung’s shoulder brushing with Jin's — his palm still in contact with Jin’s waist, guiding him in direction he didn't need guidance with. 

Maybe Jin hasn't got this.

Maybe he wasn't compatible with Taehyung — maybe that's the issue. He felt all over the place every time he was near him and maybe that’s unhealthy. Maybe that’s his body telling him it would be a mistake and that he shouldn't waste time on this… but then Taehyung’s hand left his waist when they reached the kitchen and he wanted nothing more to get it back.

“Have you tried the punch?”

“No.”

“Good. Don't try. It's disgusting.” Taehyung grimaced and Jin giggled. “Don't laugh. It's the worst one I've tasted.” He took a bottle of beer and opened it with one of his rings, without even looking down and took a big sip, eyes on Jin. Wow. Keep it in your pants, Jin-ah. He had to remind himself. 

“Well, now I need to try it.” Jin came over to the punch bowl and put his beer bottle on the counter.

“You don't believe me?” Taehyung came closer as Jin took a paper cup in his hand.

“It's not that I don't believe you. I'm just curious.” Jin smiled and poured himself some punch with a ladle. He smelled it and scrunched his nose. “It smells…”

“Like puke?”

“Oh my god, don't say that.”

“Why? It smells like puke.” Jin smelled the contents of the cup again and looked at Taehyung, startled.

“It does smell like puke.” He whispered — as quietly as it was possible with the music and people all around them. Taehyung laughed.

“Yeah. It tastes worse.”

“You're not a good advertiser.”

“I'm literally advertising you not to try this.”

“I have to check for myself.”

“Okay, go for it, then.” Taehyung drank his beer and Jin smelled his drink again and took a sip. It tasted like a 10 year old apple juice mixed with the cheapest sour candy you could find, with clear under taste of vodka. Jin got full body chills and Taehyung grinned. “Told you so.” He offered Jin his beer and Jin took it, needing to wash the awful taste off.

“Dear heavens, who created that?” He gave the bowl a disgusted glance, giving Taehyung back his beer. The latter was chuckling, observing Jin's facial expressions.

“Someone without good taste buds.”

“Or someone full of hatred.” Jin put the cup down with care to not spill it. He didn't want his skin to touch it. He got chills again and shook his head, pouting.

Taehyung laughed again and shook his head. “You're so funny.”

“You mean my misery is funny?”

“I told you to not try it.”

“You did.” Jin sighed and grabbed his beer. “I should have listened to you.”

“Yeah, you should’ve. Next time don't doubt me.”

“I won't.”

“Good.” Taehyung licked his lips. “Let's sit down somewhere.” 

Jin nodded and followed Taehyung to the common room area where most people were sitting on the ground and on the sofas, playing some kind of drinking game. However, there was no place to sit in sight. Taehyung turned to him and stepped closer so that he didn't have to shout.

“We could go outside. There's more space. If you're not cold.”

“It's fine.” Jin agreed and they turned around to the back door, which led them to the garden. Taehyung stepped outside and held the door for Jin. It was a little chilly but not that bad. He had a sweater on and with the alcohol in his system it was bearable.

There were more people outside than Jin had expected, but since the garden was huge it wasn't cramped.

“Oh, you're our lucky charm.” Taehyung smiled, looking at small outdoor wicker couches covered in grey cushions. There were three of them placed in a line, facing the garden — one on the left occupied by 3 girls laughing about something, another one on the right taken by a couple hugging, and the last one in the middle free. Taehyung walked up to it and sat down with a sigh. Jin followed and sat beside him.

“It's my first party here.” He started and Jin looked at him, settling comfortably.

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Now I do.” He smiled and Jin felt his stomach preparing for championships in gymnastics. “I wasn't sure if you'd come. But I'm glad you did.”

“Yeah, I'm glad, too.”

Taehyung smiled and looked in front of him. “It's so early, why is everyone so drunk?” Taehyung stated, looking around the garden, where many small groups formed, smoking, laughing, swaying and screaming. 

“Maybe you think that because you wish you were this drunk.”

“Nah.” He slid down on the couch until his head rested loosely against the backrest. He turned it toward Jin. “I'm good.” He looked so warm and comfortable that Jin wished he could crawl onto him.

Jin hummed and drank more of his beer. Taehyung followed suit.

“Then maybe you think that because you hate people having fun.” Taehyung laughed loudly and only then Jin saw little fangs on his teeth. They were small and he didn't notice them earlier. That's why they looked convincing. Jin decided at that moment that Taehyung’s attention to details was really attractive.

“What's up with you and this hate talk–”

“Wow, these are really cool.” Jin interrupted him, getting a little closer to Taehyung — hovering above him slightly and looking at his mouth. Taehyung raised his eyebrows and Jin only then realised what he was doing. He cleared his throat and squeezed the beer bottle in his hand a little harder. He decided not to move away. “Your… fangs.”

“Oh! Yeah. The fangs.”

“Could you show me them…one more time?” Taehyung raised his brow — or lowered one, to be precise. “Please?” Jin added and Taehyung's mouth fell open immediately. Jin took a closer look with a smile on his face but then furrowed his brows, thinking.

“What?” Taehyung asked and Jin shook his head.

“I…” Jesus Christ. “Can I touch them?”

“You want to shove fingers inside my mouth?” Taehyung answered without a second thought and Jin knew his cheeks were completely pink. 

“You don't have to agree…”

“Go for it.” He added and opened his mouth. Jin looked at him in silence but then Taehyung's brown raised and fell quickly, rushing him. So Jin raised his hand and touched the fangs, checking if they were sharp and studying how they were sticking to his teeth so well. When he was done, retrieving his fingers he touched Taehyung's lips and he felt like he was electrocuted.

Taehyung’s eyes were watching him intently.

“I wish vampires were real.” Jin tried to subconsciously draw Taehyung’s attention away from him. Or draw his attention away from Taehyung. It didn't work both ways. He drank more of his beer.

“I don't know. I think you'd be in danger.”

“Me? Why would I be in danger?”

“I think a face as pretty as yours would make you the target of every vampire in the area.”

Jin looked down, unable to hold eye contact. “Taehyung…” Jin shook his head.

Taehyung lifted his hand and touched Jin's chin to make him look up. “I mean it. You're the prettiest person I've ever seen.” 

Jin's heart was beating so loud in his ears he was surprised he was still conscious. He couldn't sit still with that information so he started shifting on the sofa, not knowing what to do with himself. He started stretching and changing the position of his legs. Taehyung observed him and his eyes for sure lingered on his thighs. Now Jin was sure of it.

He bent one leg at the knee, pulling it toward his torso and placing his foot on the couch while tucking the other leg underneath it, as if settling into a cross-legged position. Now his whole inner thighs were exposed to Taehyung. And the latter stared. And he wetted his lips. And Jin spread his legs a little further, then grabbed his sweater and pulled it down to cover his shorts.

“I like your rings. Can I take a closer look?” Jin asked, feeling his heart beating fast in his throat.

“Of course.” Taehyung quickly responded and reached out his hand. Jin grabbed it with both hands and started looking at the rings, lightly twisting them around.

They were really nice and Jin was genuinely curious about them. However. Taehyung’s fingers grabbed his attention and he started fidgeting with them, tracing the knuckles and fingertips. He had nothing to say in his defense. Taehyung had beautiful hands — and Jin wanted to feel every contour of them. 

He let their hands rest on his thigh — the inner part that was currently exposed — still touching it lightly, but Taehyung’s hand turned over, palm now pressed against Jin's skin. His breath hitched when he felt Taehyung’s finger trace along the elastic that held his thigh-highs in place. One finger slipped beneath it, toying with the band, moving left and right under the edge.

Jin swallowed and licked his lips, then took a deep breath and finally looked up at Taehyung.

The boy was already looking at his face. And the look in his eyes gave Jin goosebumps. His fingers stopped moving and squeezed the flesh of his thigh.

“I think I need to… wash my hands. In the bathroom.”

“Yeah?” Jin breathed, he was starting to feel dizzy.

“Yeah. Want to go with me?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah. Kinda need to wash them as soon as possible.”

“Sure, yeah. Let's wash… our hands.”

Taehyung quickly stood up and offered Jin his hand, which he gladly took and got up. Taehyung didn't let go. He intertwined their fingers instead and pulled Jin behind him, as he stepped back into the house and started pushing his way through the people. He didn't look back once, since he held Jin's hand and knew he was following. Only when they reached the top of the stairs and Taehyung opened one of the bathroom’s door, he looked at him. Jin was boiling inside when he entered the room, turning around, and pulled Taehyung in by his hand. 

He only secured the door’s lock and he was in Jin's space, grabbing his waist and practically smashing their bodies together. He raised one of his hands and took off his hat, tossing it aside. His hand went to the back of Jin's head and he kissed him. And Jin grabbed Taehyung in the same manner he was holding him, only his hand quickly moved under his blazer.

Jin whined quietly when his back got pressed to a cold wall but the warmth of Taehyung's lips made up for it quickly.

Jin might be a little tipsy. Or he might be very horny. But he was never kissed like this. The way Taehyung kissed him was so careful. It felt like they were long-time lovers. But they weren't even really friends — Jin took care of that. But at the moment, it felt like Taehyung knew him like no one else ever did or ever would. It felt like he was nearing the peak of happiness with every mingled breath and soft touch exchanged between them. He could feel Taehyung’s hands everywhere on his body, over and under his clothes. He didn't want it to end.

“You feel so soft under my hands it makes me feel a little crazy, you know, Jinnie?” Taehyung whispered near his year and left a trail of kisses there. Jin could only hum in response, not fully able to gather his thoughts and speak them coherently. All his latest desires and fears danced together in the small space of the dimly lit bathroom — only the light above the mirror was on and some small pumpkin decorations were set in random places.

Taehyung kissed him one more time and dropped down to his knees. His hands slid down with him — from his waist, to his hips and lower, coming to a stop on Jin's thighs. He started massaging them and then he leaned forward and started leaving kisses at the front — but it wasn't enough. He lifted Jin's leg onto his shoulder and hugged his cheek to the flesh, leaving soft kisses above and under the elastic. He looked up at Jin, who was watching him with mouth agape.

“Your thighs are gorgeous.” Taehyung spoke up and it was hard for Jin to respond because he was busy falling in love.

“You're gorgeous.” Jin finally uttered and Taehyung giggled, soft and sweet, before giving his attention back to Jin's legs. He bit and sucked the skin on both his thighs, listening to Jin's pleasure-induced sounds, until it was red and sensitive, marked to the absolute maximum. Only then Taehyung lowered the leg he was currently holding and brought his attention to the bulge in Jin's shorts. He opened the zipper and took them off completely, together with underwear.

He moved lazily, licking his palm before grabbing Jin's cock and stroking it. He hooked Jin's leg over his shoulder again, before fully indulging in the best dick-sucking Jin has ever received. He felt light. His hands twitched, tangled in Taehyung's hair, as he bobbed his head smoothly. He made stops to give attention to Jin's thighs, causing Jin to whine loudly, then putting his dick inside his mouth again.

He was kissing the skin above the elastic again, his lips moved painfully slow. The feeling of his hot breath in between those kisses was about to make Jin go crazy. Or maybe anticipation would kill him before he had a chance to do that.

“Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.” Taehyung whispered, more to himself than to Jin. His lips ghosted over the material. He didn't look up but Jin could feel him smiling and he couldn't hold off any longer.

“Back pocket of my shorts.” He breathed out. That caught Taehyung's attention. He looked up and their eyes met for a couple seconds. Then Jin stretched his neck, looking up at the ceiling and swallowed hard.

He couldn't predict what Taehyung's reaction would be. He felt embarrassed to have it on him because it made everything feel orchestrated. And maybe it was (by more than one person, might be added), but Taehyung didn't need to know that. It was either he would think Jin wanted to get him in that position — which he did — or that he just wanted to get laid, no matter with whom. He felt embarrassed regardless. The shamelessly horny part of him, however, clearly got the upper hand here.

He could feel Taehyung put his leg down and move away to reach the shorts which lay abandoned on the floor. He heard the sound of material rubbing and then the plastic being squeezed in between fingers, when Taehyung took out the small packets.

Taehyung hummed, standing up. “Interesting.” He spoke and Jin could hear the smile in his voice. His cheeks burnt. He couldn't look at him. “Are you always prepared like that?” He asked, voice low, placing one hand on Jin's hip and the other raising up to hold the condom and lube in his sight. He moved closer. So close, in fact, that there was almost no space for Jin to breathe.

Jin shook his head.

“So, why tonight?”

Jin thought about it, quickly going through all his dialogue options. None of them sounded good enough for him but then he remembered that his dick was in Taehyung's mouth mere minutes ago and he was still partially naked in front of him. It was too late to feel shame.

“Wanted you…”

“What?” He turned his face to the side, so that his ear was facing Jin for a moment before he returned to his previous position. “I need you to speak louder.”

“Wanted you to use them with me.”

“You've been thinking about me?”

“Maybe.”

“Look at me.” Taehyung touched his chin but didn't push him to look. Jin looked at him after a couple seconds. Taehyung raised his brows. He didn't ask again.

“Yes, I've been thinking about you.” Jin felt obligated to answer regardless. 

Taehyung smirked. “That's funny.” He straightened up and leaned back, his eyes now partially closed as he looked at him. Oh god. His brain better take a picture and save it in four different folders.

“Funny? Funny how?” Jin would feel nervous because of the tone of his voice if Taehyung's fingers weren't squeezing his hip.

“With all that running away you still had time to think about me?” Jin groaned and looked down. So he was completely aware of Jin's patheticness. Great.

Taehyung laughed and Jin gasped, because he was suddenly turned around. “But that's okay, sweet escapee. I've chased you down.” He whispered and bit his earlobe lightly, grabbing Jin's hips and pushing them slightly towards himself, then moving a little back. 

Jin leaned his forehead on cold tiles, breathing deeply, waiting. He heard the sound of plastic being ripped and then lube being squeezed out. He felt the warmth of Taehyung's body behind him again before his asscheek was grabbed and the cold liquid greeted his skin. Jin bit his lip when Taehyung started circling around his hole, then slowly pushed in one finger. Jin bit his lip harder and arched his back more, wanting to give Taehyung as much access to himself as he could.

Taehyung quickly added the second finger, stretching him further. Jin could feel the coldness of the rings adorning Taehyung’s fingers on his skin, touching his hole slightly with every push of Taehyung's wrist. Taehyung’s hands looked so hot in them — Jin imagined how hot they must look at the moment and felt even more aroused.

His mouth fell open when Taehyung pushed in the third finger. He moaned and felt Taehyung's lips on his neck, sucking and biting. Now his neck would match his thighs.

Jin was so worked up he felt like exploding. He needed him closer. He needed more.

“I'm ready.” Jin gasped and Taehyung clicked his tongue.

“You're not.” He answered shortly and continued moving his wrist.

“Taehyunghh–”

“Be patient.” His tone left no space for discussion. His whole presence just gave off this energy and Jin couldn't do much about it other than reconcile. And he was okay with that. In the end, he was enjoying himself — he just wanted his dick inside before he got too worked up and overwhelmed.

But he shut up and waited patiently, panting and gasping as Taehyung’s fingers opened him up. 

Then, in one moment the pressure was gone and he felt cold emptiness. He moaned at the loss and felt his hole clenching. 

Jin inhaled deeply to calm his breath and looked back to steal a glance at Taehyung, who was currently undoing his belt, condom in between his teeth. Jin looked down as Taehyung’s hands worked their way with the zipper and then pushed them down to get his dick out. And Jin audibly whined. Taehyung was right — he definitely needed that prep.

Taehyung just chuckled, low and raspy, ripping the package open with his teeth. “You like what you see?” He took the condom out and rolled it onto himself slowly. Jin's eyes were glued down. God clearly has his favourites.

“I don't know. Will it kill me?” Jin looked up. Their eyes met. Taehyung laughed again, shaking his head. He clearly found that hilarious but Jin wasn't sure if what he said was a joke. It wasn't his first rodeo, let's say, but a quick sight-powered estimation gathered enough data to make him concerned.

“I won't hurt you, baby. I'm sure you can take it.” Taehyung came back to him and kissed his cheek. “For me?” He kissed his jaw and Jin felt him lining up and pushing in the tip.

Jin just nodded because what else could he do? Of course he'll take it. Everything for Taehyung.

He squeezed his eyes close as Taehyung pushed in slowly, panting next to his ear. Jin moaned and squeezed his fists tightly, breathing quickly. Taehyung bit his neck as he bottomed out. Then he started kissing his neck, waiting for Jin to adjust. Jin felt burning but it was sweet and hot, and it got even sweeter then Taehyung started moving — first slow and steady, but then he grabbed Jin's hips and started slamming into him, making Jin's brain turn into goo. He enjoyed every movement, getting lost in the sensation, when suddenly it was gone and he cried out, before he got turned around and lifted up by thighs. His back was pressed to the wall and he clutched at Taehyung's shoulders when he thrusted into Jin again. 

“I knew you could take it, such a good boy.”

Jin felt like screaming — not only because the words made him involuntarily whimper but also because the new angle made him feel so much more. He tossed his head back and hit his head on the tiles, hissing.

“Oh god, are you okay?” Taehyung breathed out, one hand reaching up to pat the back of his head. Jin opened his eyes and saw Taehyung's face, all concerned, and he felt his insides melt.

“I'm fine, it's okay.” He smiled, pressing his forehead to Taehyung’s. The latter’s hand returned to his thighs and he started moving his hips again. Taehyung started kissing his neck and Jin's fingers got lost between the strands of his hair.

He let his body get looser but then he suddenly felt his thighs being squeezed harder and his back being pulled off of the wall. Taehyung turned them around and half sat Jin on the washbasin. Jin leaned back, one hand grabbing the wall to the side. Their moans blended together, as Taehyung’s pace sped up. Jin could feel his stomach getting tighter with every thrust reaching his sweet spot. He could feel Taehyung was also getting closer and…

Something suddenly cracked beneath him. Jin felt the surface give way and he clutched at Taehyung, who quickly lifted him and set him down. His legs wobbled slightly, but Taehyung held his waist firmly, steadying him. They both froze, staring at the basin and the cabinet beneath it. Jin was petrified — but then Taehyung’s laugh cut through the thick tension around them.

Jin looked at him and hit his shoulder. “Don't laugh! It's not funny. Did we just break it?”

“It looks… a little broken. But not much.” Jin whined. He didn't sound convincing. What will they do now? What will they say? It was so embarrassing he wanted to leave through the window instead of the doors.

“What will we do now?”

“Now?” Taehyung grabbed his hips from behind and pulled him to his chest. He kissed his neck and Jin whined. 

“Taehyung!”

“We can't fix it right now, can we, baby?” He murmured into his neck. 

And he was right. Jin knew that. But he was already filled with stress and… and then Taehyung pushed his cock inside him again, making Jin gasp and grab his arm. And Jin's brain switched off again. There was only Taehyung inside his mind — his hands under his sweater, his lips on his neck, his moans inside his ears. It was everything he wanted and more. So much more. He could see himself getting lost in this forever. And he was right — the mess they've made could wait.

And if he woke up the next day and the first thing he heard from Jimin was: “You know that someone broke the fucking sink in one of the bathrooms last night?”, and then he had to confess and feel the most embarrassed he has felt in his entire life — it was fine, because at the end of the day, he got a soon-to-be boyfriend from this. And it was worth Jimin's never-ending roasting. He's got this. 

They've got this.