Tattoos & Temptations [Taekook]

2. Vodka Stains & Greek God

Jimin's pov:

I've been trying for two hours to upload this picture to this fucking app. Why is this not working? Tae will be right over to pick me up. Him and his inane parties. The only advantage I get from this is meeting new hot guys and doing dirty things. Tae is attempting to flee his home in some way. To be honest, the Kims are extremely vexing. They are never satisfied with any of Taehyung's abilities. He is a fantastic singer; he paints; he plays the saxophone; and, while he may appear to be a rude brat, he is the most lovable person I've ever met.

I make every effort not to enter that house, because his parents accuse me of being a "bad influence" in his life. What the hell? Please, Mr. Kim, your son is 25 years old, and he knows what to do and what not to do. So he finds a way out of that messed up place every night. A car honked, and there he stood, my best friend, with an annoyed expression.

"I swear to God, Jimin, I will kill you if you take another minute to get your ass ready; I've been trying to call you for the past 20 minutes, and why the hell were you cutting my call, you dipshit?"

"Taehyungie, I was chatting with that guy, the one who has a crush on me?" I asked him, showing my famed eye smile.

"Oh please, you have a crush on him, dude. He didn't even spare you a glance yesterday. You were literally drooling so much that I had to pick up a napkin and wipe your mouth, "he smirked and bit back a laugh, which certainly annoyed me.

"Go to that pub or cub or whatever on your own; I'm not coming," I said, crossing my arms.

My best friend laughed. "I guess I'm stuck with sending that video of you getting drunk and kissing random strangers at the bar to your mommy dearest." Mom will make a big deal about anything involving these. She still thinks I'm that 13-year-old Jimin.

"You got me this time, aashole; all you have to do is wait and watch." As he followed me, I walked to his car. I could still hear him chortle. What an annoyance, mf.

That pub had become a mob scene by the time we arrived. There were people dancing. Some were drinking like fish, others had their tongues deep inside the throats of eachother, and still others were passed out. This place stank of booze, sex, and expensive perfumes. Tae and I made it inside by squeezing our way through the crowd. He had ordered something light, and I didn't want to get drunk today, so we sat in front of the bar while the bartender rimmed the glass in salt. The bartender was extremely attractive. I was fighting the desire to hit on him. Tae sipped his first short.
His phone was constantly ringing, and it was his father.

"I don't know what is his deal"
Tae clenched his teeth in frustration.

"Maybe he wants to change your diaper." I took the opportunity to make fun of him, but the sudden flash of hurt on his face indicates he didn't take it as a joke,oops wrong timing

Another ring on his phone caused him to utter a few curse words as he answered it.Unluckily, I could only hear his side of the conversation.

"What do you want, dad?"

"No, I will be home whenever I feel like."

"Why don't you understand, dad? I am not your puppet to control my every single move."

"You are -" Oh boy, someone just spilled a vodka martini on Tae's white button-up shirt.

I think that guy just tripped on something. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Tae grabbed that guy by his collar. I know he is about to vent his anger on this poor man.

Tae was enraged.

"Tae let him go, it was an accident." I grabbed his biceps, trying to remove my best friend from that guy.