him | taekook

chapter 3

The week flies away with the speed only stressful exams and loads of homework can produce. Taehyung finds himself reading more of Mr. Darcy and Lizzie Bennet's story than he would personally enjoy. It's not that he doesn't fancy Austen's writing, rather than he deems both character's decisions and actions so stupidly absurd that he has a huge need to enter the book and yell at them to be together already. Although the test has already been mildly passed by him with a C, the teacher was kind enough to give Taehyung the chance to retake it and get at least a B considering his need for better grades in American Literature.
On the other hand, Jimin battles through each subject as if his life depends on it. Ever since Jungkook got back (less than a week, how is he even doing this??), he's been trying to improve on his few weak points and to reinforce his strong ones. Jungkook has already caught up with a month's worth of homework, though Jimin is fully aware that it's due to the fact that the younger spent two years in Harvard which is like five years in their humble university. This only causes not just Jimin to resent him but also the rest of the class.

Regardless of their exhaustion, soon enough is Saturday night and the six friends are relieved to be able to take a break and have some proper fun.

"Tae, are you sure you want to wear those tight things to the party?" Yoongi asks him when his friend emerges from his dorm wearing way too revealing clothes. His eyes scan the way his tight pants press against every curve of his body, mostly his thick thighs, exposing the expanse of his skin. And then there's that black shirt which is also tight enough to choke his lungs. Even the collar is so loose that his prominent collarbones show whenever he moves. Yoongi barely acknowledges the dark eyeliner the other is wearing and the load of male perfume covering him.

"You mean my jeans?" Tae questions him with a raised eyebrow, his eyes going to his own body with confusion. He contemplates his completely black attire and once again approves of his outfit just like he did when he checked himself out in the mirror a few minutes ago.

"They are tight as leggings."

"So? It's kinda the whole point." Taehyung rolls his eyes, shrugs and walks ahead towards where the rest of their friends are waiting for them to head out to the party. A smirk grows in Yoongi's face as he follows him.

"Ohh, so you want to get some tonight?" He asks as he walks by his side through the hallway

"Not exactly."

I just want to show someone what he's lost. He shakes his head against the intrusive thought and forces his legs to walk faster towards the main room. There he finds the guys sitting on the couches talking amongst themselves with anything but quiet voices.

"Ready to---What the fuck are you wearing?" Jin asks as soon as his eyes find Taehyung, whom gets even more irritated at his friend's tone of voice.

"God, was I always such a prude for you all to be so surprised?" His friend asks crossing his arms over his chest, beginning to feel a bit self-conscious by everyone's stares and even Jimin's slight open-mouthed expression.

"Kinda." Hoseok laughs, hands wrapped around his boyfriend from behind, who nudges him with his elbow making him grunt in complaint.

"Of course not. You look cute." His best friend says with a sweet, honest smile that would normally calm Tae's nerves down but at this precise moment only deepens his insecurities.

"Cute? I wasn't really going for that. Maybe I should change..." He thinks with a frown, about to walk back into his room and make a mess out of his closet for probably the fifth time today.

"No!" They all say in unison, Jin with his palms up in the air, Yoongi literally blocking the door with his body and Hoseok and Jimin with wide eyes. Taehyung must look as confused as he feels by their sudden insistence on him not changing his clothes for Hoseok quickly explains, "We've been waiting for you for almost an hour and a half. Let's just go before they drink all the alcohol."