sojutracks on your skin | taegi 🔞

part 1/?

It felt like this was the first party he went to in years, not just a couple of weeks. With all of his assignments handed in, the exams written and the booze acquired and consumed, Taehyung was more than ready to go out, get drunk and bid this semester good fucking riddance.

He navigated his way around the obnoxiously extravagant mansion that a friend, acquaintance or maybe even a random stranger had invited Jimin to come to. Taehyung wasn't sure whose house this was but the music was good and the alcohol was even better so who was he to question it. Ever the social butterfly, Jimin had already disappeared somewhere in the mass of bodies dancing to the invigorating sound of the music.

Whenever they pre-gamed, Jimin would stay stuck to Taehyung's side until they reached the club, dorm, or wherever the party was taking place. Once they arrived, he wasted no time diving head-first into it.

Taehyung walked between the others leisurely, a beer in one hand, the other hand in his back pocket, bopping his head to the rhythm of the bass drumming through the very walls of this villa and reverberating in his chest. He recognized a few faces from his department at university, albeit nobody he had actually spoken to, but he guessed it wasn't a complete stranger that had invited Jimin after all.

This place was definitely not what they were used to when it came to end of the semester parties. They usually took place in small, cramped dorms with bad airing that forced him to step outside just to be able to breathe. They were never this lavish - an actual bar inside, an illuminated pool area outside, and apparently multiple floors designated for different music genres. Taehyung felt like he was in an absurd, over-the-top movie with only the red solo cups missing.

He strutted through the room, clinking glasses with everyone who raised their drink, laughing and chanting "chug, chug, chug!" when he was pulled into a circle of people doing shots. He steadied those that were so drunk that they stumbled into him when they passed him, a hand at their elbow, dodging the alcohol sloshing out of their cups and bottles. He danced, too. To the trap beat on the ground floor, the early 2000s classics by the poolside, belting out the lyrics loudly and chasing them with his vodka cran, and to the hip hop tracks on the first floor.

He worked his way up the different floors, drinking and laughing and dancing, sometimes with guys or girls that clung to him, peering up at him with blown-out unfocused eyes and coy smiles or pursed lips. Arms thrown around his neck, wrapped around his middle, hands on his chest. But he didn't pay them any mind, soon slipping away from their touch, steadily growing drunker and warmer, feeling more alive than he had in weeks.

The stairs were littered with empty cups, people standing here and there, trying to talk, away from the booming and deafening music. They were laughing and kissing, grinding and making out. All inhibitions drowned and swallowed with each sip of soju. He thought he saw Jimin's silver hair flash by for a second, but he couldn't be sure - Taehyung was talking to a guy he recognized from his art history class.

Or at least he was trying to talk to him. The other's words were slurred and at times made no sense, and Taehyung found himself smiling and nodding a lot. Meanwhile, the person he presumed to be Jimin was dragging someone up the stairs to the floor Taehyung hadn't been to yet. The guy was tall and tattooed and Taehyung really hoped that it was Jimin who was pulling him up by his hand, and that he had managed to snatch someone whose back already looked this incredibly fine in that tight black shirt - Taehyung assumed his front looked even better.

As he thought that, eyes following the pair, he realized just how bored he was. Even though his classmate was broad and quite attractive, definitely his type, talking to him almost felt like he was being sobered up. He went to take a sip and found that his drink was almost empty.