"You've got 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 to make me fall in love with you, Park Jimin..."
"And how do you propose I do that?"
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𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲...
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- TOP YG
- BOTTOM JM
- Smut???
- Side Namji...
A.N. really short chapter because I have zero ideas :)
"KIM FUCKING TAEHYUNG!" The said boy turned around with a half eaten fry hanging out his mouth.
"Hmmpf," He started chewing aggressively as the other boy began to leave without him. "CHIM! WAIT UP YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
'Chim' gasped incredulously and placed a hand over his heart, "Don't you dare ever say that name within a 5 mile radius of me." He stomped his foot and picked at the sleeve of his sweater as the brown-haired boy ran upto him, winking at a waitress as they left the resturant.
"There's a party next week at Jackson's. You should totally go with me." Taehyung swung an arm around the shorter boy, nearly knocking him over in the process.
"You mean I should go and watch you stalk that lover boy of yours. I know you Tae, you only want to go because Jungkook and Jackson are friends so he's bound to be there." The brown-haired boy sighed and the two boy's steps slowed down to a halt.
"Fine. I only want to go because of Kookie," the pink-haired boy rolled his eyes at this, "But as my best friend you should help me. Be my wing-man y'know?" The taller boy nudged his friends cheek with his nose.
"Ew, get off!" Jimin swatted Taehyung away, "Your breath smells like hamburgers. And fine... I'll think about going."
"I LOVE YOU!" Taehyung leaped at the shorter boy, shaking him around with a boxy-smile on his face, "I promise you won't regret it."
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Jimin definitly regreted it. His legs swayed dangerously underneath him and he gripped onto the counter beside him for support. "Kim fucking Taehyung. I really hate you right now." He hiccupped the last sentence out, swinging his body in the diretion of the hallway. Hallways were nice. They didn't betray you like a Taehyung would. He stumbled into the darkened corridoor, feet catching on the corner of the doormat. All I wanted was to leave. He tripped, knees colliding with the floor and head whipping forward with a thud as it came into contact with something. The pink-haired boy blinked, eyeing the shiny metal next to his nose. Pretty. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, a hand gripped his shoulder. He raised his head, taking in the angel-like figure before him. Jimin looked back down at the person's dick. Wait... Dick?! He scrambled away as fast as he could.
The other dude laughed. "As much as I'm loving the look on your face, you seem really drunk. Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?" Jimin pondered. Taehyung wouldn't miss him, he's sure him and Jungkook are probably making out somehwere. But Taehyung trusted you to be there for him. You can stay a bit longer.
The pink-haired boy shook his head, "No. M'not that drunk." The stranger didn't seem that convinced but didn't question the boy either way.
"Well then, since you're not that drunk, you can accompany me at a drinking game. I saw Jackson and a few others playing spin the bottle. It'll be fun." Jimin didn't know what possesed him to agree. He did, it was the look that the other gave him.
"Okay."
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