Bad Idea | k.th

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A/N: Disclaimer: This book is marked mature for a reason. There will not be smut in every chapter, but there certainly will be in this one. So, buckle down. If you don't like smut or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Read at your own risk.

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When you were dating Jimin, you'd sworn off parties on school nights much to his annoyance. But, you found that it just left you with a headache and not being able to concentrate in your classes the next day.

However, after not hooking up with someone at the party where you and Tae originally made the bet, you needed to find someone to hook up with tonight. 

Taehyung had already sent proof of his first hook up. You'd just gotten home from the party two days ago and your phone dinged as you got out of the shower. You checked it immediately, not thinking much of it as you unlocked your phone and opened the video. 

The camera was aimed up at the ceiling and shook slightly. Once you heard heavy breathing, the squeak of bed springs, and feminine moans that sounded more like whines, you realized just what the video was. 

"Taehyung," the girl moaned and you almost rolled your eyes and turned off the video. However, the girl quieted down for a moment and you heard Taehyung's heavy breathing and his deep, shallow moans. Your legs tensed together and you nearly had to get yourself off then and there. You--shamefully--pressed play on the video again and noticed that his quiet grunts had been there all along, just masked by his impossibly loud hookup. 

"Fuck," you muttered to yourself before locking your phone and trying to fall asleep while ignoring your restless legs and the empty feeling in your stomach.

So, now, there you were entering the frat house on a Sunday night remembering that you had an 8 a.m. lecture the next morning. The music was already reverberating off the walls, but the frat house was slightly less crowded considering it was a Sunday. You looked around not seeing Taehyung. Maybe you could actually even up the score because if Tae was at the party, he would almost surely find a girl willing to sleep with him.

You did, however, catch sight of Jimin in the corner of the room with his tongue already down some cheerleader's throat. You felt a jolt run down your body and you looked away as you entered the kitchen and poured yourself a drink. Luckily, someone had gone out and bought cans of beer, so you wouldn't have to drink whatever that punch was from a few nights ago. 

You turned on your heel when your body was pushed back against the counter, a hand clasped around your shoulder, and beer spilled all down your front. 

"I'm sorr--" the man, whose body was holding yours against the counter, said. "Wait, Y/N?" 

You looked up and met a familiar pair of brown eyes. "Namjoon? What are you doing here?" 

"I had nothing else to do tonight and I haven't seen the young ones for a while," he said, backing away from you and looking down at your soaked shirt. You knew the outline of your lace bra was showing, your shirt was thin and you could feel the fabric clinging to your chest. "I heard you went to London. How was it?"