Yoongsmini (ao3)
Kim Taehyung has had a bad week, Jeon Jeongguk has a tendency to do stupid things while drunk.
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Taehyung should really know better by now. He really, really should.
After all rule #32 on Taehyung's list of what to do and what not to do at college is to never ever, under any circumstances, go to a party with Park Jimin when Min Yoongi would also be there.
"I can't believe he abandoned me," Taehyung whines, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "This is the third time this semester!"
"You wouldn't leave me, right?" Taehyung asks the passed out guy who is drooling on the couch. Taehyung has been ranting to him for the past five minutes. It definitely wasn't his proudest moment.
He sighs when the guy obviously doesn't answer, "I need some air."
Taehyung stands, pointing to the passed out dude, "Don't let anyone steal my spot, yeah? Yeah."
He makes his way upstairs, already having the layout of Hoseok's house memorized. Technically party goers aren't supposed to go upstairs, Hobi put out a doggy gate and everything, but Taehyung thinks he would make an exception for his favorite dongsaeng. Because he is Hoseok's favorite, no matter what Jimin says.
Taehyung has to stand up on his tippy toes to reach the key that Hoseok has stored on the top of his door frame, quickly unlocking the door and relocking it behind him.
Taehyung has been in Hoseok's room multiple times, it's usually where he ends up after he gets shitfaced drunk or when he stays up for days at a time working on a painting and can't remember the code to his apartment.
He makes his way to the balcony overlooking the backyard and the pool. Hoseok is still in his senior year of college, but he's rich as fuck. He has traveled all around the world for his dancing, going places like France and America. He's regarded as one of the best dancers of the modern world so his house is huge. It practically screams money and the best parties in Korea are thrown here.
Right now Taehyung has never been more grateful for his huge ass house. He can practically see all the tension leaving his body when he steps outside onto the, rather large, balcony.
Taehyung places his elbows on the shiny white railing as he watches some girl in a miniskirt, a foreign exchange student with curly blonde hair, attempt to walk across the bridge of rafts she made in the pool. He giggles to himself when she falls in.
His moment of tranquility is ruined seconds later by a shout from below.
"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet!"
Taehyung freezes for a second, "What the fuck?"
He looks down from his place on the balcony to see some guy in the ugliest shirt he has ever seen dramatically clutching his chest and grinning up at him. He seemed to have gathered an audience with his dramatic reenactment of the famous balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet.
He is pretty cute though, ugly shirt aside.
Perhaps Taehyung should entertain cute ugly shirt man.
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" Taehyung yells back. He didn't know it was possible, but ugly shirt man's smile grows even wider.
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor uh something else...blah blah blah." Ugly shirt guy stumbles over the next lines, not having them memorized and obviously not expecting Taehyung to play along. He mumbles under his breath before giving up and skipping to the part he remembers. "What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd...uhhhh. Fuck."
