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Fifteen

14 June 2018

The time had finally come. The much-awaited party that had been hyped up for the better part of the year had finally come. It was the last day of Spring semester, and if they didn't need to make up credits, Summer semester was free until their graduation in August. The past week was spent with Yoongi, Jimin, and Victoria buckled down at the youngest's place to help Yoongi finish all of his missing assignments from the previous week.

Victoria and Yoongi walked Jimin to his first class before taking off so Yoongi could walk Victoria to hers. The second Jimin entered the room, Hoseok stuck to him like an obnoxious case of herpes. The older followed him around almost all day talking about the party he was co-hosting and he just wouldn't shut up. Jimin loved Hoseok, but the older could get pretty annoying at times.

"Jiminie, It's gonna be the best party ever!"

"Whiskey, scotch, vodka, soju, beer—an endless amount of fun!"

"Jimin, I swear. It's gonna be filled with beautiful people. The pool is naked chicks only. And for my fellow bisexuals and homosexuals, I have a no judgment policy. If you're a homophobe, get the fuck out of my party and write a letter to your local congressman about it."

Jimin was glad that Hoseok's party was gay-friendly, as that was hard to find in Korea. Part of him was utterly relieved when Hoseok left his side to go set up the party that was at his co-hosts house. The other part of him was excited to finally go to a party again. He hoped this one would be better than the ones in high school.

Victoria and Jimin had met up with Yoongi after Econ, their last and most hated class of the day. The two roommates went to their place while Victoria got ready at hers and said she would meet them before the party.

Jimin spent around twenty minutes trying to convince Yoongi to wear his nose ring, insisting it looked good. The older would just pout and refuse, saying that he hated whatever part of him thought that was a good idea. By the time they were both ready, Jimin couldn't look at the older without blushing. He looked absolutely stunning.

He was still pretty skinny, but he'd always been thin. Victoria had been forcing him to eat at least three times a day, the same as she was still doing with Jimin. He was gaining weight slowly, but he definitely looked much more healthy. His hair was shiny again, his skin was a glowing pale as though he hated the sun—which he did—instead of a pasty sickly tone.

The purple dress shirt he wore did absolute justice to his defined chest and broad shoulders that tapered in at his toned waist and gave way to black leather pants that gave insight to the slight bulge in his pants. If Jimin dared look at him again, he swore he would drool all over the floor.

Little did he know that he had a similar effect on Yoongi, though the older was much better at concealing how flustered he was at the sight of Jimin's muscular thighs and pretty face.

But they were both flustered when Victoria showed up their door in a short red flowy dress that exposed her toned legs. It was complemented by her short locks that had grown longer in the past months being curled and a crimson shade on her lips.

She just looked so classy. Jimin felt his face turning pink for the tenth time that evening. Yoongi was definitely caught off guard, but he quickly saved both of their asses because they had gone too long just staring at her without saying anything.

Yoongi scoffed. "You're almost as tall as us in those heels. Cute."

Victoria glared at him, trying to cover up how flustered she was at the appearance of her friends. "Ha, ha. You're so funny."

"I know," he said and walked past her into the hallway. "So we all ready to go?"

They may have looked like three friends going to a party, but they were really three friends incredibly attracted to each other and ignoring the feelings. Life.