Hate With Benefits | Jikook

Chapter Four • Beautiful Blonde

Jimin could usually hold his alcohol pretty well. He had always been a bit of a drinker ever since his mother's girlfriend introduced him to their flavor when he turned fourteen. He never thought much of it at the time, assumed it was only a natural thing for her based on her European origins.

Right now, though, as he downed his fifth cup, he couldn't help but resent her a little.

He wasn't drunk by any means, at least he didn't feel like he was. Maybe a little bit tipsy but that's about it. 

He didn't even know why he had decided to stay. Clearly, this wasn't his cup of tea and the constant blast of shitty, overplayed pop music didn't do much for his growing headache. Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed to be living the time of his goddamn life.

Jimin had to fight back an eye roll when he spotted the boy playing beer pong with the Hyosun guys, shirtless for some reason as he laughed excitedly at whatever joke they had thrown his way. But him being the extroverted one in their friendship, Jimin wasn't exactly surprised.

And on another note, Jungkook hadn't even made a snarky comment since he got here, which for as surprising as it was, made a bit of sense considering he had his close friends from school to hang out with. Jimin's been so used to having Jungkook breathing down his neck lately that not seeing his pathetic existence following him around as he threw insults at him every five seconds was starting to feel weird.

It sickened him, to say the least. Because Jimin unfortunately recognized the growing feeling in his gut. Attention, of any kind really, was Jimin's kryptonite. What he craved for. Sure, Jungkook was an ass, but at least his little rivalry agenda he had with Jimin was somewhat entertaining to him. Because realistically, if you hate someone's guts this much to the point you swear to make their misery your number one priority, then it means that that person has done or said something truly impactful in your life.

Or, at least, that's what Jimin liked to believe. Right now, though, it seemed as if Jungkook couldn't be more uninterested in him and their stupid rivalry.

Literally, if a zombie apocalypse were to strike the Earth this very moment, Jimin would be the last person Jungkook would give a shit about.

So why the hell was he concerning himself with the guy?

It's just the alcohol talking, he convinced himself, pushing his glass away from his hands in sudden regret.

He seriously needed to stop thinking about that jerk. He was at a freaking party, for goodness sake, this wasn't the place to be sulking about that dirtbag.

His eyes scan the crowd of endless dark hair and quickly find the blue amongst it all. Taehyung was having fun. Jimin should be having fun too.

Before he could garner the courage to join his best friend at what seemed to be another round of beer pong – with somehow less clothing than before – a tap to his shoulder catches his attention.

"Hey, you okay?"

Jimin turned to the sound of a soft, unfamiliar voice. He was met with an equally unfamiliar face, a boy about his height, with beautiful blonde hair and a pair of pretty eyes that lay beneath shiny blue contacts.

Jimin flashes him a friendly smile. "Yeah. Just rethinking all my life decisions." He offers playfully, a small sense of pride filling his gut when the other releases a soft laugh.

The blonde sips something unknown to Jimin's limited knowledge of beverages, though judging by his ability to stand on two feet perfectly without stumbling, he assumes confidently that's it's far from anything alcoholic, unlike his own glass, now abandoned and forgotten about completely.