This book is going to be really different from anything I've ever written or been comfortable with writing so I hope it doesn't suck completely
Also; if anyone knows Jimin, Namjoon and Jin's actual ship name, please tell me lmao because I feel like NamJinMin isn't right but it'll work for now.
I'm sorry for anyone who doesn't like threesomes/ threesome ships, it's not the whole book, I promise! I was going to go with that at first but I changed my mind because I think that'd be pushing what I'm comfortable writing myself a little too far. Now reading on the other hand....;) lmao
aNYWAYS, enjoy the first chapter!
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Another drunk night, another empty hook up. The ticking of the clock on the wall making Jimin's head throb all the worse. He didn't even remember hearing the ticking of the clock - hell he doesn't remembers anything from last night besides the random guy he was "fucking" was all too drunk and aroused to notice how little noise Jimin was making. And how loud he was. Not anyone could hear them with the loud music. But fuck did Jimin want to tell him to shut the fuck up.Jimin sat in the bed, head pounding and the numbness being all too prominent, wondering why he did this anyways. All he ever felt was empty and numb afterwards. He sighed, the feeling of wanting - needing to cry hitting him faster and harder than a bullet train. But the numbness always was much stronger. So he laid there, staring at the ceiling and listening to that fucking clock tick until he finally drove him too crazy and he stumbled to get his clothes on. All the nausea hit as he stood up, leaning against the wall to catch his balance before he fell over. "Fuck..." He groaned, holding the sides of his head in his hands for a minute before he toughed it out and put on his clothes. Stumbling with his shoes and phone in hand through the halls, he looked for Jeongguk. Finding no sign of him and too lazy to actually thoroughly look, he order an Uber and put on his shoes before he walked outside to wait for this Mino guy.
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When Jimin got home, he walked to his couch and fell down onto it. His head was pounding and Jesus Christ he regretted drinking so much fucking soju and vodkoa. He still had no idea where Jeongguk was - still at the party, he hoped. But the thoughts of where the hell the younger possibly was disappeared when there was a knock at his door.
He groaned before he got up and stumbled towards the door, opening it to see the younger, looking the furthest from reality Jimin had ever seen him. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, "are you high?" he asked, watching as Jeongguk shifted his weight to his left foot. He got no response, so he sighed and stepped aside to let the younger into his apartment. As small and as cramped as it was, Jimin was still surprised he could even afford it.
The two males took a seat, on Jimin's small bed rested in the corner of the apartment. Jeongguk leaned over to lay his head on Jimin's lap, staring blankly at the wall. "What's wrong, Guk?"
"Tired..." he mumbled, and Jimin just nodded, knowing fully well how Jeongguk was when he was high.
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i DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO END IT I'M SORRY OOF.
I hope ya'll liked this..it took me way too long to finish the last half of this chapter istg. But yes, this is different from anything I usually write but hopefully it's okay because I want to experiment. Anyways, thank you for reading :3
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Numb • Yoonmin/NamJinMin (on hold)
FanfictionN U M B (temporary title) Yoonmin/NamJinMin Another drunk night, another empty hook up. The ticking of the clock on the wall making Jimin's head throb all the worse. He didn't even remember hearing the ticking of the clock - hell he doesn't remember...
