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Fluff [12]

Bangtan who? I only know Yeontan Sonyeondan

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"Ugh, was this place always this loud?" Jungkook scrunched his eyes in discomfort at the loud blaring music.

Even though it was the middle of the day, the club was already packed with sweaty bodies moving in rhythm with the deep seated beats echoing along the walls.

"It was, but you were too star struck to notice before." Jimin replied as he pushed past two people, his gaze searching everywhere for a certain ravenette-

"Hey, is that him?" Jungkook suddenly inquired.

Jimin whipped his head around to the direction the latter was pointing, only to feel his heartbeat increase.

For there, sitting at a stool by the bar, was indeed, Yoongi. How Jungkook knew, Jimin had no idea, but the main concern was that he was right.

"Well? Is it?"

"Y-yeah." Jimin felt his palms slacken.

Jungkook smirked at him bemusedly, before giving him a slight shove.

"Go on then, what are you waiting for?" He asked. Jimin steeled his nerves and obliged, trying to dodge the people blocking his path.

At long last, he reached. He wasn't sure if Yoongi had noticed him yet, since he was facing the opposite direction.

And now he was two steps away from the latter's hunched back. He extended his hand to draw his attention but that moment never really came.

Instead, several things happened at once.

A loud cry of hey, watch it, you jerk!

A sound of rapid scuffles.

A sudden tingle at the back of Jimin's neck as his sixth sense acted.

And the next thing Jimin knew, he was drenched from head to foot in foul smelling drink, the odour vaporizing off of him in strong wafts.

A surprised gasp escaped his lips at the sudden chill that travelled the length of his body as his, once comfy, overlarge sweater clung to his skin, with vodka dripping down his hair.

He blinked as he struggled to gain his bearings, now positively shivering.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" A voice sounded from behind him.

It turned out to be a guy holding two empty mugs, whose contents were now splattered across Jimin.

"Jimin!" And Jungkook was beside him. "What the hell happened?!"

People around them had started to notice the accident and were slowly forming a commotion. Jimin felt his cheeks redden as he felt the sheer number of gazes on his drenched clothes showing his thin frame.

"Dude, I'm really sorry! Here, you can take my jacket." The guy sounded really concerned.

"No, it's oka- atishoo!" Jimin's head bobbed as he sneezed suddenly. "I'm totally fi- atishoo!"

"You sure, bro?" The guy frowned.

"Yeah." Jimin sniffed. "It's cool-"

The rest of his sentence was drowned out as a sudden fist collided with the guy's jaw, sending him spiralling down into the crowd of people.

The crown gasped and Jimin whipped his gaze to the attacker.

In a way, he knew who it would be.