Bloody Hell {yoonmin}

One day

{possible trigger: brief mention of vomiting, I'll do a *}

Park Jimin took great pride in being shy. Not only was he shy, but he was also a bookworm, a hot chocolate- drinker and an avid smut reader. So of course, when Park Jimin's popular and party-lover best friend, Kim Taehyung, asked him to a party; the first thing he said was,

"No. No way. Nuh uh. No."

"Pleaseeee Chim! It will be no fun without you there." Taehyung pleaded, his pink-tinted lips set into a pout and his hands clasped together in front of him. Jimin bit down on his bottom lip, always having been weak for Taehyung's pout.

"But-"
"Pleaseee!"

Jimin groaned, and Taehyung, the little shit, grinned happily, already knowing that he had won.
"Fine." Jimin sighed, shaking his head slightly and already regretting his decision.
Taehyung's grin stretched into a rectangle and he clasped Jimin's smaller hands with his own.

"You won't regret it, Chiminie. Promise." Taehyung smiled, and then proceeded to fish his phone from his pocket and call his boyfriend, a tall, muscle pig idiot called Jeongguk.

"Sure.." Jimin trailed off, as Taehyung walked out of the room with a wave and a 'Hey, Jeongguk babe'. Jimin smiled fondly, knowing that Taehyung meant well. He really should get out of the house, more. Jimin had been cooped up in his apartment for the last 3 weeks working on his art assignment, and everything that he had done had just turned out terrible. There was just something wrong with everything he drew.

The orange-haired male shook his head, clearing his head of the depressing art thoughts, and made his way to his bedroom. If he was going to go out tonight, he was going to do it right. His stubby (shh they're cute) fingers picked through outfit after outfit; each one seeming to get worse the further he filtered. Finally, he came across his leather pants that he had bought with Taehyung on a random shopping spree a couple of months ago. He had never worn them before, so he deemed it fit for tonight to be the first time.

He then chose a loose, silky cream shirt, that was tight in all the right places, and nodded. The shirt showed off his tanned skin prettily and exposed his collarbones.

Taehyung had texted him and told him to arrive at the club at around 7, and show him the invitation which Tae had tucked in his jacket pocket. The little shit must've known that Jimin would agree. His gaze flickered to the clock. 5:20pm. Perfect.

He took himself to the shower, peeling off his sweaty pyjamas with a slightly disgusted expression. He really did need to get out more. He set the shower to a cooler temperature, and let the soothing water rub the stress out of him.

He towelled himself dry, taking care to not rub too hard and make red patches appear. He ruffled his hair, before putting the leather pants on (with great difficulty). He had to admit, Taehyung was right when he said that it would show off Jimin's ass perfectly. He pulled on the silky shirt, the material rippling over his torso and he smiled. Jimin loved this shirt. He smudged some kohl around his eyes and put a tiny bit of pink tint on his lips.

He looked in the mirror, and smiled. He felt pretty today.

Then, Jimin glanced at the clock, and his lips parted slightly when he saw it was already 6:30. He quickly called a cab and pulled on some shoes as he hobbled down the corridor. Taehyung had this weird thing with being punctual, and would most likely kill him if he was late.

He tugged on a leather jacket as he shoved his phone and wallet into his pocket. He pushed open the door and locked it behind him, waving at the taxi that was pulling up to the pavement.

He got into the backseat and told the driver the address, smiling politely at him as he did so. He leant back into the seat, taking his wallet and already digging out 50 000 won. When they arrived, it was 6:55 and Jimin pretty much threw the cash at the driver, telling him to keep the change.

He ran up to the VIP entrance, holding up his ID and invite to the bodyguard while catching his breath. The buff man nodded, gesturing for him to move inside. When he walked in, he was attacked by a taller body of tight jeans and cologne.

"Taetae," Jimin smiled, hugging him tightly in return, "long time no see."

Taehyung shook his head, pulling back and hitting him gently. "Mhm, one minute later and you'd be dead." He giggled, waving over Jeongguk who had two drinks in his hand, obviously meant for himself and Taehyung.

Jeongguk came over and offered a drink to Taehyung, and then was about to take a sip of the other when Tae also took that one out of his hand. He handed the glass to Jimin and clinked their glasses together; Jeongguk watching with his lips parted in a disappointed 'o'.

He then huffed, kissing Taehyung on the temple gently before turning on his heel to get another. Tae smiled sweetly, taking a sip of his drink.
"So," he started, smiling mischievously. "Any guys pick your fancy?"

Jimin rolled his eyes, but shook his head. He had been too busy recently to even think about hooking up or dating, and nobody in this club so far had gotten his attention.
"Nope. I'm just too picky, Tae." He replied, chugging down his drink quickly and trying to drink the stress away.

Taehyung, being the responsible friend he is, grinned. "That's it Chiminie, drink up. We're gonna get wasted tonight."
He giggled, grabbing two drinks off of a table and handing one of them to Jimin. "Let's go."

Jimin smirked, gulping down the second drink as quickly as the first, and letting himself go in the loud, pounding music and alcohol.

He pressed against random bodies, grinding and dancing, thoughts blurry with intoxication. Holding his drink above his head, he grinned, stumbling around. He somehow managed to stumble out of the club and into a bush of plants somewhere. His vision was blurry, yet he still somehow felt on top of the world with the influence of the alcohol. *Vaguely, he felt himself heaving, and soon the heavy stench of vomit filled the air. The sensation burned in his nostrils and he desperately wanted some water.*

He sniffled, and stood up shakily. When had he fallen to the ground? He had somehow been able to dodge his clothes, but his throat was parched and raw.

In his drunken state, he shakily dragged himself forward. He wasn't quite sure where he was going, just that he wanted to go somewhere quiet.

Slowly, the presence of streetlights began to dissipate, and the hairs on Jimin's neck stood to attention.

In a flash, his head was banging painfully against a wall, and his body was being covered with another. A knee pressed between his thighs, and a nose was nosing at his neck, inhaling deeply.

A deep, rough voice vibrated against his neck, and Jimin found himself involuntarily shivering.
"How do you- why do you..?"

Jimin mumbled incoherently, confused and trying to pull apart the sentence in his intoxicated state.

The other male spoke again, face still buried in Jimin's neck.

"You smell so good."

//your favourite author is back again! (Jk jk) but in all seriousness, I am back. With another AU. Yoonmin (again I'm sorry my OTP needs to shine) I'm sure I'll be back with a taekook one after this one, though, hehe. I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, and will stick around for future ones! Enjoy!