want

3.6✿

jimin had his head sitting in the palms of his hands whilst taehyung talked, arm slung around the small boy's thin waist as he to bogum and minho about some upcoming party. jimin wanted to protest, knowing he'll be dragged along, but he knew better than to do such a thing at this point. in public, taehyung will slap, or squeeze, jimin's thigh as a warning. the blonde learned what taehyung's intentions are quickly and he wants to leave him.

but, he's afraid to.

"chanyeol?" taehyung asked, his long fingers slipping into the waistband of jimin's jeans and running the pad of his fingers along the elastic of the waistband of the blonde's boxers, snapping them against the older's hips. jimin jumped and flinched each time the stretchy material hit his smooth skin, but taehyung paid no mind. hell―he probably liked seeing jimin so vulnerable. "that kid who just moved here?"

"yeah," bogum started. "kid's rich as fuck. rumor has it, he was known for his parties wherever he lived before. man, we got to go. whole school is invited."

taehyung raised an eyebrow at the information, already thinking about adding chanyeol into the little friend group he's acquired. he licked his lips and bent to whisper into jimin's ear, a light threatening tone to his words and jimin heard it―loud and clear. "you better dress fucking sexy for the party. show them all what a fine piece of ass they can't have and never will."

jimin wanted to cry, to push taehyung away and break up with him and tun back to his friends. but instead, he obediently nodded and agreed, afraid of what taehyung would do after school if he said no.

"o-okay."

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"my ass looks good in these, right?" jimin mumbles to himself, turning in his full-length mirror and holding his shirt up, looking at how he looks in the uncomfortably tight leather pants he has on. they were two sizes too small and jimin feels like his thighs will break the seam in any given moment―he wishes they would, at least he'd have an excuse not to wear them, one taehyung would only huff and roll his eyes at and not yell at jimin. his smile drops, as did his hands and his shoulder slouched. "i can't breathe in these. i don't even want to go to this stupid party. what's so good about alcohol and drugs, anyways?"

jimin frowned at himself in the mirror, deciding his outfit was good enough and pulled on a jean jacket and began to look for his boots. once he'd found them and had them on, he looked in his mirror and made sure his makeup and hair still looked fine, so strange bits of fallout from eyeshadow or stray hairs standing up. he adjusted his jacket and looked himself over one last time and grabbed his phone, sliding it into his jacket pocket.

"let's go have the worst night ever, park jimin."

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slight, not really obvious foreshadowing. i might double or triple update, but i'm not sure yet.....and holy shit i'm so excited to write these upcoming chapters, as i have been since the part titled "want"  😔

i'm curious―how do you think this will end?