Nice characters will never know (A night that explodes with ecstasy) » Yoonmin

Now me and she held hands (And we danced, nothing more)

— Fucking Young/Perfect - Tyler, The Creator —

The first time his gaze fell upon him, he was starstruck, literally.

Jimin couldn't believe his eyes and if he didn't care about looking stupid, he would've probably pinched himself or rubbed his eyes several times to make sure the guy in front of him was real -which he didn't do, of course.

The guy had stark black hair, as rich and pigmented as ebony, dark and intense eyes that could probably engulf you like a black hole. His lips were thin but puckered, nothing like Jimin's plump and juicy one, but they were inviting and so so pretty that he could've stared at them for days if he wanted to -which he didn't do, of course.

But, beyond this magnificent face, he was also perfectly fitted. He wasn't tall, at all, but he was tall enough for Jimin: taller than him but still reachable. He didn't seem like the workout type of guy but his shoulder were broad enough. His shirt let out a peak of his collarbone and Jimin would be lying if he said he didn't salivate a little. And god, those thighs, he could go on for hours about them. They were thick, portruent and they just called for being bitten, licked or anything else, Jimin would've done anything at this point -which he didn't do, of course.

At some point, said guy reached his side and extended his hand for a handshake, a shy smile covering his face.

"I'm Yoongi"

"I'm Jimin"

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— Sober - Childish Gambino —

For some moments, Jimin wondered what he even came for in the beginning. The party was slowly starting to be a disaster, too many irresponsible drunk people in one place and not so many responsible sober people to look after them.

Among them was Yoongi. Not in the sober side, oh boy no. More on the completely wasted side, completely drunk, completely everything. Jimin felt sad for the headache he would have to endure tomorrow but at the same time, serves him right.

His best friend, Taehyung, was as inebriated as Yoongi and somewhere along the way, they became the bestest friends ever. How? He didn't really know himself.

At one point in the night, his head just hurt too much and that was exactly the reason he drunk from time to time. His pulse was pounding loudly against his head from drinking one glass of Jägermeister and some sips of Poliakov from here and there. Then he heard noises in the backyard and went to check what happened.

Turned out Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook were breaking the host child's swing -which she seemed not to mind, on the contrary, encouraging them- and screaming on the top of their lungs. If Jimin had to be honest, they were really embarrassing.

But the worst had yet to come. Later, their stupid mind led them to the middle of the road, opposite way from where cars arrived, screaming and breaking signs. They also jumped on cars and on a painting store rooftop, feeling probably like the kings of the world.

Jimin was more of a nonchalant and laid back guy so he didn't really care about what people did when they were drunk, as long as they didn't bother him, he was fine with it.

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Of course it had to be him. Of course.

How on earth was it possible to be the guy who would've had juice spilled all over his favorite jeans? Well guess Destiny was not the kindest today.

To say Jimin was pissed was an understatement, and to say he was even more pissed because it was Yoongi was an euphemism.

"I fucking hate you Yoongi, I'm gonna kill you" he screamed, lips trembling and fist tightening.