Accompanied by the low rumble of hip hop music playing in the background, you and Jungkook were noisily mouthing at each other - sloppy, wet sounds filling the air that irritated Taehyung to no end. You were straddling Jungkook's lap, hands clasped behind his neck and he was blatantly fondling with your ass, squeezing it and shaking it in his hands nonchalantly. But what surprised Taehyung the most though was how none of the other guys in the room seemed to even blink at the sight, which lead him to the conclusion that the two of you must do this quite frequently in order to have such a lack of response.
Little moans of content and arousal would drift from the pair of you every now and then when you would either grind your hips down or he would buck his up against you, causing even the littlest bit of friction.
Taehyung had to admit, when he was invited to a party, this was not exactly what he was expecting. A party to him was loud music, dancing, drinks and having fun. Not.... this. Just a group of guys, sitting along the couches lethargically, smoking joints and drinking beer, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
He was new in town and didn't really know anyone here yet, so when his new co-worker, Jungkook, invited him to a party, he was actually quite excited since he was finally going to have the chance to meet some new people. And not to mention Jungkook seemed like a pretty cool guy himself and Taehyung could see them getting along quite nicely.
Yet here he was, sitting in a worn down armchair, half-empty beer clutched in one hand and an unlit joint in the other. One of the guys named Namjoon had given it to him and before he even had the chance to decline it, the guy was already walking off, so he just opted to hold on to it, even though he had no desire to utilize the little stick.
"Dude, you want me to light that for you? Here," another guy named Jimin, who was one of the only ones actually speaking to him, pulled his lighter out of his jeans pocket and ignited it, bringing the flame closer to the joint in Taehyung's hand.
Widening his eyes a bit, Taehyung pulled his hand back away from the oncoming fire. "No, it's okay, man, thanks though." And Jimin simply shrugged, letting the flame die and then shoving the lighter back in his pocket.
The redhead brought his own joint to his mouth and side-eyed Taehyung, giving him a smirk. "Watch this," he said before he brought the end of roll in between his lips and inhaled deeply, making Taehyung try really hard not to cringe. Smoking was just not his thing in general, he didn't understand how people could put that in to their bodies so willingly. Jimin side-eyed Taehyung again, making sure he was watching before he formed his lips in to the shape of an "O" and quickly puffed out multiple times, making the smoke that escaped his mouth look like rings.
Even though he didn't like smoking, Taehyung found it fascinating. He'd seen videos on the internet of people making smoke rings with badass music playing in the background and he always thought they were pretty cool. But he'd rather have healthy lungs and brain cells than to simply look cool.
"Nice." He praised Jimin and the redhead smiled brightly, his eyes disappearing into little crescents on his face, making him look so joyful that it made Taehyung himself smile.
"Thanks man!"
The sound of muttered cursing brought Taehyung's attention back to you and Jungkook. The two of you now had your forehead's pressed together while you worked in unison - Jungkook bucking up while you grind down, frotting shamelessly in front of everyone.
Taehyung just had to ask. "Do they always do this?" He whispered to Jimin.
"Oh yeah. Do you know how many times I've seen them fuck? They're pretty shameless as it is, but when you get some alcohol and weed in their system... Haha, they'll do anything."
