everyday ♡ JIKOOK

Ch 2 - Jackson's Party

Jackson's parties truly are the most chill.

Usually.

Maybe Jimin should have known this one would be the exception.

The moment Jimin and Jungkook walk through the front door – Jimin in his glittery tank top, ripped jeans and chucks, Jungkook in his all-black ensemble, cargo pants and curb stompers – the entire room roars a resounding welcome.

"Jimin! Hell yeah, the party's here!"

"Someone get this man a beer!"

"TIME FOR BODY SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!"

Someone immediately grabs Jimin's arm and drags him to the kitchen. There, a couple kegs sit on the floor next to the island, which is covered with bottles of alcohol, not even an inch of counterspace visible.

"What do you want to drink, Jimin?" some beefy red head asks. Jimin wonders how the fuck he knows his name. "Wanna do some shots first?"

"Um..." Jimin looks around and his shoulders relax when Jungkook muscles his way through the crowded kitchen door. "I can get it myself, thanks."

He leaves the mystery man – looks like a football player, maybe a frat bro, maybe both (shudder) – and meets Jungkook in the middle.

"Don't go abandoning me, now. You need me to pour your beer, don't you?" Jungkook asks, a smirk toying with his features. He looks good. Hair tied back, tshirt tight, tattoos on display. He looks a little cocky with his words, too, and Jimin quirks his brow. "What? What's that look for?"

"Hold my legs."

"Huh? Hold your – " Before Jungkook completes his query, Jimin turns around, puts his hands on the metal handles of the keg, and jumps up, kicking his legs high. Jungkook grabs them like the reliable friend he is, holds them up. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

He sounds mad, but Jimin knows he's not.

All the blood rushes to Jimin's head, and he giggles.

"KEG STAND!" someone shouts.

And someone else guides the tap to Jimin's lips.

The night after that is blurry.

It's a whirlwind of drinks and games and shouted conversations and dancing and red solo cups and hugs and singing. Jimin probably shouldn't have started the night off with the keg stand, or the shots afterwards. But he did, and it's the end of the year.

Fuck it.

Jungkook sticks to Jimin's side, even as one girl pulls Jimin onto the makeshift dancefloor in the living room. Even as Jimin heads outside to take a hit or two off someone's cigarette. Even as Jimin enters the kitchen again and again. Sometimes Jimin will wobble, but a firm hand holds him up at his waist every time. When he turns to thank his savior, it's Jungkook.

Every time.

So it comes as a surprise when Jimin's in a corner of the house talking with a circle of acquaintances and someone asks, "Hey, where's your boyfriend?"

Jimin blinks.

"Huh?"

"Your boyfriend," the guy says. Oh, it's Jackson. He's bleached his hair, and he wears shades. Inside. Yeah, it's definitely Jackson. "What's his name – Jungkook? The really quiet one? I saw him with you earlier. Where'd he go?"

"Oh, he's – um. He's not my boyfriend," Jimin says. His tongue feels really heavy. He takes a sip from the cup in his hand and winces. It's warm beer. Why is he drinking warm beer? "I dunno where he went. I thought he was...here."

But he's not.

Jimin looks around the room, panics a little when he doesn't spot Jungkook right away.

"Want me to go look for him? You don't look so good," Jackson says. Through the tinted lenses of his glasses, Jimin can see his eyes gleam with genuine concern. "I think I saw him over by the bathroom a while ago."

"No, no, I can do it. I'll find him."

Jimin steps away from the group, ignores their weird glances. He begins his search, only gets distracted a couple times. Once when a girl from Jimin's medical anatomy and physiology class pulls him aside to chat a bit. Then again when the beefy red head spots him, follows him, and persistently asks Jimin to be his beer pong partner. Somehow Jimin gets away, weaves through the tightly packed crowd, returns to the kitchen. He dumps his nasty beer into the sink and fills his empty cup with water.

Then, he resumes his search.

And right as he steps out of the kitchen, he sees him.