Jimin never liked relationships. He believed they were some chains that tie you up and lies you tell yourself by saying that you like a certain person.
He might have had some past heartbreaks and failed relationships he prefers to forget.
To him, waking up on a sunny day and jogging around the block is better than cuddling in bed and sniffing someone's scent.
That is until for some stupid reason he can't quite remember he agreed to going out with his asshole of a best friend.
Why did he ever agree to that? That dumbass always gets him into trouble.
"Aw c'mon, we'll have some fun, Jimin. What could happen if we went out to Hoseok hyung's party?"
He isn't so sure if he really regrets that or if he kind of is happy with his decision.
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It was all a blur until he found himself pinned to a wall, his hands held above his head by a stranger.
Panting and gasping, soft moans bubbling out of his throat whenever the stranger grinds against him.
His lungs are burning and his head is spinning probably from the 5 shots he just chugged, the stranger's scent is probably another reason.
The stranger latches onto his bottom lip again, tracing random patterns on his sides and stomach under his sweater with his fingertips.
When they part because of the lack of air the stranger doesn't give him a chance to breathe before leaving kisses and little bites on his exposed neck. Leaving him breathless again.
He keeps reminding himself to stop and get himself together, get back home and just go to sleep and never do that again, but he heard the stranger whisper something he couldn't really comprehend and his deep scratchy voice is intoxicating and Jimin wants to hear him speak and whisper more.
The stranger suddenly stops and steps back, Jimin whines and stares at him, questioning why he suddenly backed away.
"I'd love to keep going, at the proper place that is."
"Oh yeah" Jimin looks around and realizes that he's in his older friend Hoseok's bedroom, and he was forced to come here by his best friend Taehyung.
He takes a good look at the stranger, he's almost the same height as Jimin. He's wearing some light coloured ripped jeans, and a plain white shirt with a leather jacket hugging his shoulder and arms. A gray beanie on top of his very light almost white blonde hair.
He has sharp cat like eyes and rosey heart shaped lips, contrasting nicely with his very pale skin.
Jimin doesn't notice that he is staring at his lips for quite a while now until he hears a chuckle.
His cheeks get dusted with a bit of pink and he smiles awkwardly.
"Min Yoongi," the stranger says, cutting the sudden silence.
"O-Oh, Park Jimin." He curses at himself for stuttering like an idiot.
His social skills are not that great at the moment, taking in the breathtaking stranger standing infront of him.
"Have we met before or something? You seem familiar." Yoongi says, fixing his beanie in the mirror.
"Well, since you are here, you must be a friend of Hoseok hyung, and we hang out a lot so you might've seen me some time." Jimin breathes out.
"Oh, that makes sense." Yoongi smiles softly, staring at Jimin.
"Well isn't this awkward.." Jimin thinks, fiddling with his sleeve.
He doesn't notice Yoongi taking large steps towards him and smashing his lips against his. Knocking the breath out of him. He stuffs a small piece of paper inside his back pocket and backs away,
"See you around, Jiminie." He throws a wink and a smirk at him and leaves the room.
Jimin just stands there like a complete idiot, still not really realizing what just happened.
It takes him a few moments to finally wake up out of his haze and take a deep breath. Then pulls the little paper out and unfolds it.
A number scribbled on it and a cute little heart next to it. He cant help the blush dusting his cheeks and the goofy smile.
"You are going to regret this, Park Jimin." The little voice in the back of his mind keeps nagging, reminding him of everything he tried to bury deep in his memory.
He sighs.
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••So this is almost my first time writing here so idk
Probably gonna get sick of it and not continue
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Chilly Night
FanfictionJimin never liked relationships He believed they were just some chains and lies you tell yourself