Bts imagines PT.3

Taehyung M?

Warning very long chapt today kkekeke

"And going into the closet with Vicktoria is—" Jackson's voice could hardly be heard over the booming music, the people next to you in a circle around the spinning bottle having to lean forward to catch the entire sentence. You watched with bated breath as the bottle began to slow, making one last round before stopping completely, pointing directly at—

"Taehyung!" Jackson hollered, and the circle cheered, catcalls filling the air. A sense of dread, mixed with a little bit of pain, weighed in your stomach; a feeling you were more than used to at this point. You watched, trying hard to keep the annoyed glare off your face, as Vicktoria giggled and stood from where she sat next to Jackson, teetering precariously in her heels from the effects of the alcohol she'd downed so far in the night.

She gave Taehyung a wink before she moved towards the closet to your left, somehow managing to walk without much struggle. At the cheeky smile Taehyung gave his other male friends, Baekhyun and Jungkook, you had to look away. Of course he'd love an opportunity to go into the closet for seven minutes with Vicktoria. It was probably completely irrational, the reason why you disliked her, but you really really did. Who the hell needed both a 'c' and a 'k' to spell Victoria anyway? You heard the door to the closet shut behind them both, and averted your gaze, Jimin catching your pained look. He offered you an understanding smile, knowing why it hurt you to see Taehyung with any girl, let alone Vicktoria.

Stretching his arm in your direction, Jimin handed you his cup, the liquid swirling inside a color that made even unicorns look dull. Against your better judgement, you took the drink, glancing back up at him before mouthing a 'thank you' and taking a sip.The liquid burned in your throat, an overly sweet taste hitting your tongue. Downing the whole thing in one go, you sighed before looking back up. Great, just in time to watch them go. You thought as you saw the door to the closet close, both people now inside.

"Okay, you guys have 7 minutes," Jackson's voice boomed through the room, everyone smiling as Sehun started a timer, nodding his head that they were good to go. Jackson reciprocated the action, shouting one last time before sitting down.

"Now, don't go getting her pregnant- and don't leave a mess in there! I swear if any of my clothes are ruined, I'll make sure that you never become a father." Everyone laughed at this, Jackson putting on a fake pout as Mark patted his shoulder with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry. I'll replace whatever they ruin." His tone was playful, Jackson crossing his arms as he glanced at Mark out of the side of his eye.

"Fine, but don't complain to me if your bank account drops a couple thousand after tonight." Another round of laughter was heard, everyone having a great time- except you.It was hard to have to hear all of this, yet you put up with it. This was a party after all, one that was full of great people who you loved. You didn't want to ruin tonight with your childish feelings, but that didn't mean that you could completely lock them away."Hey hey, what do you guys think they'll do in there?" Jungkook's voice was a whisper, his body leaning into the group as though the two people being discussed would hear. "How far do you think they'll go?"

You frowned at the male's words, resisting the urge to shoot him a glare. It wasn't his fault he was not only an idiot, but also terribly oblivious. For the amount of time you'd spent with him you would think he'd be just as clued in as Jimin about your situation, but miraculously, he wasn't. You went to sip more of your drink, wondering why none of it was coming out before remembering you'd already downed it all before. You glared at the offending cup. Jimin saw your sour look and grabbed your empty cup with a shake of his head, getting up to get another one for the both of you. You smiled gratefully, watching him leave momentarily. Jimin was an actual angel.