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My Party

Jimin-
Taehyung grabs my arm and pulls me into the bathroom. "Jimin."
I look at him. "Why can't we talk in the hallway like normal people?" I ask him.
He puts his big hand on my mouth. "I need a favor."
I shove him away. "What?! No! You have a boyfriend!"
"What? Not like that, you buffoon! No!" Taehyung yells. "I need you to come to a party with me."
"No, thats even worse than giving you head," I say. I try to walk away, but he grabs my arm.
"I'm serious."
"So am I. I have to practice for dance. You know how important scholarships are to me. I have a talent scout coming in November," I say.
"It's October!" He rolls his eyes. "I need you to go. I'm going with Hoseok, but I need someone to make sure I don't make a fool out of myself."
"Easy, just don't drink or do drugs," I say.
"Please, Jimin," he begs. "I'll do anything. I'll help judge your dance sometime."
I sigh. "No, you're boyfriend will. And if you really want me to, I'll go to the pot party. But I'm not drinking, nor talking to anyone besides you."
Taehyung smiles. He throws himself on me into a hug. "Thank you so much! I love you!"
I chuckle. "I love you too. Now let's go before I have to sacrifice any more of my lunch time listening to you."
He links my arm with mine. We skip out to the bleachers. Hoseok and his friends are out there smoking. Taehyung runs up to his boyfriend and gives him a kiss. A sit on a step lower than everyone else. I tell Jin about the party I'm being forced to go to. He tells me to be safe and call him if I need anything.
"So, Jimin right?"
I look up. The bunny looking boy is looking at me. "Uh, Yeah."
"Cool," he says shyly. "I-I'm Jungkook."
Does this kid need something?
I nod. "That's nice." He looks down at his boyfriends hands.
"Hey." I look at Min Yoongi. "Don't make him feel bad," he says. His glare is piercing.
"I'm not trying to," I say honestly.
"But you did. Say you're sorry," he says.
I roll my eyes. "Jungkook, I'm sorry for making you feel bad." Luckily no one else is listening.
"It's okay!" The boy chirps.
I look back down at my phone, trying to ignore everyone the best I can. The rest of the day is the same. The classes are easy, and I get bored. When the bell rings, I find Taehyung. We walk home together. He waves me off I go to my house to grab 'better clothes' for the party.
"Jimin, can we talk to you," my dad's deep voice flows through the house.
I groan mentally. I used to find his voice comforting. Now I only hear it when he's yelling at my mom. "I'm busy, can it wait?"
"Jimin, it wasn't meant to me a question," my mom says.
I roll my eyes and sit across from them at the table. They must've got back from work. They're both tired looking and in their work clothes. "Fine. What?"
"We wanted to congratulate you on your grades. They're so good," My mom says.
"And we were wondering what award you wanted," dad says. "A new phone? I could get you a phone and a laptop."
"I'll get you the newest iPhone. Maybe you want a new mattress?" My mom suggests.
Jesus, they're competing for my love against each other.
I shake my head. "A reward I want is to be left alone. Also, I have a competition on November twentieth. I expect you to be there and acting like normal parents." I stand up and go up the stairs.
I look in my closet to find anything to wear. I end up choosing a yellow shirt with black skinny jeans. It's simple, and my ass looks great. I brush my hair back and grab my wallet and phone before heading downstairs.
"I'm going to a party with Taehyung. I'll probably will be back tonight," I call. They aren't listening. They're already arguing. I sigh and leave the house. I go to Taehyung's and walk right in. His parents seem to be gone. But his sisters and brother are all watching tv.
"Hey, cuties," I say. I pick up Taemin, the youngest. "How you are big man?"
He grins. "Jimmy!" He hugs me. "I miss you!"
"Well, I'll come over more often, huh?" I suggest.
He nods.
"Jimin, is that you?!" Taehyung yells.
"Yeah, I'll be right there!" I yell back. "He's so needy," I tell the kids. I set the four year old back on the couch before heading to Taehyung's room.
Taehyung has a strange floral V neck on. It's weird, but it makes him look very hot. He has black jeans on with a pink belt that matches the flowers. His shirt is tucked in. His boots are black with splatters of color, probably from his painting class. He smiles at me and gives me a full circle spin.
"So, what'd you think?" He asks.
"I think you are going to plenty of dick tonight," I say. I slap his butt.
He laughs and shoved me into his bed. He hovers over me and pins are arms down. "What about you? You're looking fine as fuck."
"Don't I always?" I question.
He laughs. "Yeah, but damn Jimin. You're ass looks so tight and juicy. I would eat it to see if you're hiding sweets up there."
I laugh and shove him off. "You're so weird. Be glad I love you." I sit up, he sits next to me. "So, what's the plan?"
"Hoseok is going to pick us up. The party doesn't start until ten. We can watch a movie until then?" Taehyung suggests.
I nod. "As long as it's not any of The Hunger Games series. That was shit."
He agrees. He gets up and puts in Princess And The Frog. He lays next to me with his head on my shoulder. I'm glad we can still have times like these. No boyfriends, no talking, just us as kids.
•••
When Hoseok got to the house, he met all of the kids. Taeyeon like him immediately, I was afraid the ten year old will steal him from his older brother. Taehyung eventually shoos the kids away and greets his boyfriend with a hug. I follow them to Hoseok's car. I sit in the middle in the back.
"Do you want to stop at a store and get something before?" Hoseok asks. "The food usually goes pretty fast at theses things. And I wouldn't trust anything that's not an unopened can."
"Great, that makes me feel just perfect," I say. "No, I don't need anything."
We get at the party. From the outside, it looks like a regular quiet house. But once you are inside, you get hit with the smell of alcohol and weed. I have a tight grip on Taehyung. The place is packed, it makes me feel anxious. What if I got lost?
How many people would I have to sacrifice to get out of here alive if there was a shooting?
"Jimin, you alright?" Hoseok asks.
I nod. "Yeah."
Taehyung rubs his thumb on my hand. We keep walking until we are in the dining room. Namjoon and Jungkook are talking to each other in a corner. Hoseok guides us over to them. Namjoon smiles and starts talking to Hoseok. I lay my head on Tae's shoulder.
"You good?" Jungkook asks.
I look at him. He looks high. "Are you high?" I ask.
He grins. "Yeah!"
"Wow, Okay," I say.
"Let's go get a drink!" He yells over the music. He tries to take my hand. I pull away quickly and grab Taehyung.
"Just go, you can't cling to me the whole time, Jiminie," Taehyung says into my ear.
I sigh, but let go. I follow Jungkook to the kitchen. There's a few kids getting drinks, but they don't hover much. I look at all the drinks. There's a punch that definitely has something slipped in.
"What do you want to drink?" Jungkook asks.
"Uh, is there something in a can?" I ask, remembering what Hoseok said.
He nods. He grabs a Michelob Ultra. "It's light, but it probably tastes the best." He hands me it.
I take it and open it. It smells horrible. I take a drink and gag. "This tastes like goat piss," I say.
Jungkook laugh. "Here," he gets in his coat pocket and hands me a bottle of fireball. "I'll drink this, you drink that."
I eye it suspiciously. I haven't drank, like ever. I'm sure it probably wouldn't be good to get completely wasted my first time. I take it anyways. I take a drink. It burns down my throat, but overall tastes pretty good. "Thanks." Jungkook nods and we go back to our small group. Namjoon wraps his arm around Jungkook and kisses his cheek. Hoseok has a blunt and is letting Tae smoke from it.
Wow. What good influencing seniors!
We stand in the dining room for about thirty minutes. I milk the fireball, getting used to the taste. I'm definitely tipsy, but it's not too bad. Namjoon says something about beer pong, he and Jungkook disappear into the backyard. Hoseok starts kissing Tae's neck.
"You know, I don't think you're that bad," I say.
Taehyung smiles. Hoseok stops kissing Taehyung for a second. "Really?" He asks.
I nod. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to watch you guys make out." I hold up my drink. "I'm going to find a toilet." I leave the couple. I weave through the crowd of people, and go up some stairs. I wander down a hallway until I find an open door. Luckily, it's a bathroom. A nice one at that. I lock the door and take a piss.
I wash my hands. It's really quiet in here. Or at least an improvement to out there. I sit in the dry bathtub and get on my phone. I scroll through notifications. Some from my parents asking where I am. Jin asks if I'm okay. I reply saying I'm fantastic. I play on a few apps. Some people knock at the door but eventually go away. I'm sure there's another bathroom somewhere. I look at the time on my phone. It reads 12:36. Could I really be in here for that long?
There's a pounding on the door. "Hey! I gotta go," someone yells.
"Too bad, it's occupied," I say.
The pounds continue. Soon, the door breaks open. A taller boy, probably a basketball player comes in. He whips out his dick and starts pissing.
"Dude, what the fuck?!" I yell. I get out of the tub and attempt to shove him, failing. "Get out, you giant oaf!"
He zips his pants back up. He grips my wrist. "You might want to watch your mouth, bitch," he growls.
I punch him in the nose with my free hand. He hardly reacts. "Get lost, elephant! Or can you not hear me through all that nasty ass earwax?"
The back of his hand hits my face. He knees my stomach. "What to say that again, funny guy?"
"So you can't hear me?" I snark.
"Bitch!" He grab my head and hits it against the wall a few times. He lets me stable myself. I bit my lip to keep in ugly cries. I'm drunk, hurt, and a bitch. Those thing don't go good together.
"Hey! What are you doing?" A new voice says.
I look up and see Yoongi leaning against the doorway. I whimper slightly. Great, now this asshole is going to see me weak. Maybe he'll join in and make my death quicker.
"Teaching this bitch to keep his mouth shut," the tall guy says. His hand grips a fist full of my hair. I scratch at his hand, trying to get it loose or else I might have a bald spot.
Yoongi sighs. "Let 'im go."
"Or what, twink? You gonna beat me up too?" The guys laughs. "Is this your boyfriend?" He pulls my hair harder.
"No, but he's a real bitch you got that right," Yoongi says. "Now let him go before we have a problem."
The guy sighs. "Only because I need a smoke." The guy lets go of me. I hold onto my head. I flip him off as he walks out.
Yoongi looks at me. "Well?"
"Fuck off, I didn't need your help," I grumble. I push past him. I try to keep in my tears until I get away from him.
He chuckles. "Sure, I should've just let him keep throwing your head into the wall until he cracked your thick head open." I keep walking away. "Hey!" He grabs my arm.
"What?!" I whine. Tears are slowly rolling down my cheeks. "This is embarrassing! Do you want to see me this weak?!"
"I wanted to see if you were okay," he says softly. "How much have you had to drink?"
I hold up the half empty bottle of fireball. He groans. "Where'd you even get this from?" He asks.
"Jungkook," I say.
"Son of a bitch," he mumbles. "Let's get you home."
"I don't want to go home. I just want to puke and sleep."
"Okay, where do you want to sleep?"
My lip wobbles. "I don't know where I am."
"Okay, let's go," he grabs my hand and guides me through the crowd. He opens a door, and we are in the front yard.
I try to yank from him. The drink hits harder and harder. "Let Diminie go~!" I whine.
"No. You want to go sleep remember?" Yoongi asks. I nod. "Okay. Who's house can I take you to?" He asks.
I shrug. "Jin is is sleeping," I mumble. I look at my phone. I sent a message to him an hour ago. He hasn't seen it. "Tae Tae."
"Taehyung is still at the party."
I sigh. I slowly sit down on the side of the road, Yoongi still holding my wrist. I lay on the grass. "Diminie sleep here."
"What?! No no no!" Yoongi says. He hooks his arms under my armpits and lift me up. "You can't sleep here. You can sleep in the grass at my house, Okay?"
I nod. "Yoongie is nice to Diminie now?"
"Only for now." My arm his over his shoulder. He is basically carrying me down the road. I don't know how far we went but Yoongi is out of breath when we get there. He opens a gate and lets me into his backyard. "Look, a whole backyard of grass."
I sink into a lawn chair. "'S cold."
He nods. "I'll be right back." He goes inside. I look around. It's a smaller yard. It has an old looking swing set and sandbox. Yoongi comes back. He covers me with a blanket and gives me a pillow. Then he lays in the hammock next to me and covers himself with a blanket.
"Night night, Yoongie," I say.
"Good night Jimin," Yoongi says.