One-Shots •BTS Edition•

Drunk in Love

Jimin × Namjoon

This happens everytime.

Jimin thought to himself, whilst looking upon the boy in front of him, running his hand on another's thigh.

He held his face, noticing how hot his cheeks were from the alcohol. And the fact that the man he had been staring at was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, was not helping his case at all.

The man was dripping in sweat, it ran from his forehead to his neck, and then to his chest. He pushed back his hair with one sweeping motion and smiled at Jimin.

Fuck, everytime I think I'm used to it and I'm over him. He pulls some shit like this.

He grabbed the bottle beside him and chugged it down, causing Namjoon to get up and grab it from him.

"Calm down Jimin, you're gonna hurt yourself doing that." His hand was beside his head and the other held the bottle he took from him. Namjoon's face was only a foot away from his, causing Jimin's heart rate to go crazy.

"Just go away," Jimin said, slightly pushing the man's chest. Namjoon chuckled and lifted the boy's chin up.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do."

Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking the bottle from the other's hand and drinking it.

Namjoon pushed Jimin's body into the couch and held his shoulders.

"Didn't I tell you to stop before you hurt yourself?"

Jimin merely laughed and mocked him. "Don't you dare tell me what to do."

Namjoon was dumbfounded, gripping onto Jimin's shoulders even more and whispering in his ear. "You don't wanna test me in front of all these people, do you?"

Jimin looked at Namjoon's house filled with people in celebration of them finally graduating and shrugged. He then responded, "I think you left your little friend high and dry, so how about you fix that and leave me the hell alone?" Jimin pointed to the person he was rubbing on earlier. Namjoon clenched his jaw and balled his fists.

"Look here little one, I don't know who you are, testing me this much and thinking you'll get away with it," He grabbed the boy's collar. "But I guarantee you'll wish you hadn't."

Jimin stood up from the couch while rolling his eyes. "I don't need some man whore telling me what to do." With that, he pushed passed the man and headed to the front door. Namjoon ran towards him and blocked him from going out.

"What the fuck did you call me?" He growled as his jaw clenched.

Jimin smirked and cleared his throat dramatically. "Did I stutter? I called you a man whore," he jabbed his finger into Namjoon's chest. "And that's exactly what you are."

Namjoon tightly gripped his throat causing the boy to wince slightly. "I suggest you shut that mouth of yours before it gets you into a situation you won't want." Jimin's excitement only raised with how harsh he was with his words and actions.

"Who's to say I won't want it?" He said teasingly. Namjoon raises his eyebrow. Jimin then takes the man's hand off his throat and sighs. "Too bad I don't fuck whores." Jimin opened the door and stepped out, heading to his car.

Namjoon took a deep breath in with his jaw still clenched tightly and followed him outside.

Hearing Namjoon's footsteps coming towards him made him smile slightly. He had him exactly where he wanted him.

Namjoon shoved the boy's body into his car and talked against his lips. "Don't you ever call me a whore again, understand that?"

Jimin chucked and slowly looked up at the man with alluring eyes. "I'm sorry, but I'm only saying the truth. I bet everyone in this neighborhood has had a piece of you, am I right?" Namjoon smirked.