Strawberries and Cigarettes

Chapter Seven

Yoongi doesn't know how he got here exactly. He wanted to be at home, high, and pantless, not a single care in the world. Yet Jungkook dragged him to this party at this giant ass house with these loud ass people. With no weed. And still with pants on.

There was tinsel and lights hung everywhere, and Jin was running around with plates and food while Joon stood in the corner holding tape. "A little help here?!" Jin yelped, setting down some forks a little violently. And a little violently means half the forks are now on the floor.

"Uh, can't Joon-hyung help?" Jungkook asked, looking a little lost as he sat down some gift bags under Jin's tree.

The tree was not a force to be reckoned with.

"Nope." Namjoon said, popping the p, "Jinnie specifically told me just to stand here and hold the tape."

"And- does Jin-hyung even need the tape?" Hoseok asked, pushing his way through the front door into the house. Jin shot him a threatening glare, and Hobi silently added his gifts to the stack under the tree, the wrapped gifts looking like the inside of a trash bin compared to Jungkook's slightly better bagged gifts. Joon, not having seen his boyfriends glare, just shrugged.

"I mean I feel useful so." the tallest one said, and Yoongi snorted, tossing himself onto the couch. If he couldn't chill at home, he could at least chill there.

As Yoongi's ass landed on Jin's overly cushioned couch, the door swung open again, and in walked Jimin and Tae. "Does-, does... knocking not work anymore? Or like the fucking doorbell?" Jin hissed as everyone sat their stuff down under the tree.

"Dude calm the fuck down, it's just us. You're being too loud." Yoongi muttered from the couch.

"Honestly," Hoseok sighed, finding his place on the couch, away from Yoongi. "It's literally just a door."

Jungkook nodded. "He was technically invited."

Small hums of agreement sounded from the rest of the group except for Jimin, who stood shyly in the door way, rocking his weight from foot to foot with his eyes locked on the floor.

Jin sighed, not even willing to waste anymore energy on the rest of the boys. "Go put your gifts under the tree with the rest of them," Jin said. Jimin nodded quickly and gathered the pristinely wrapped gifts in his arms and set them gently under the tree, one by one.

In time of all of that, Namjoon forgot that he had the bright yellow packing tape in his hand and went to pick up his glass of punch. As the sound of shattering glass rang throughout the kitchen, Jin remembered why he didn't use his good glassware when people were over.

His neck snapped in the direction of namjoon. His eyes went Namjoon, Shattered glass, Namjoon, shattered glass, Namjoon, shattered glass. And his mind called back, Namjoon, Shattered glass, Namjoon, shattered glass, Namjoon, shattered glass. And so he went.

"THIS IS WHY I DON'T EVER ASK YOU TO DO LITERALLY ANYTHING."

Angrigly, Jin stormed over to clean the glass, shoving his good for nothing boyfriend out of the way.

"You are such a mess, you need to be bubble wrapped and tied to the ground." Jin groaned

Everyone chimed in with agreements until Jin eventually did calm down. Which, didn't last long because after a while Hoseok pulled out the weed, Tae started blaring christmas movies off of fucking halmark, Jungkook started singing mariah karey louder than tae's halmark, Jimin started crying, and Yoongi ... well Yoongi woke up from his fucking nap.

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Three hours into the party, everyone but Jimin and Yoongi were drunk; Jimin of course, didn't drink, and Yoongi was driving Jungkook home. Yoongi also believed eggnog was created solely to spite him and spit on the concept of alcohol.

So while the other five boys partied away, Tae and Hobi dancing on the table and the other three doing some pretty horrible Karaoke, Jimin and Yoongi sat on the complete opposite sides of the couch. Yoongi was halfway through his second beer, he had a high tolerance, and Jin only had two of the kind he liked anyways. Jimin was mindlessly scrolling through his phone, his thoughts anywhere but on the boy next to him.

Yoongi though, he didn't give a fuck rather he was thinking abut Jimin or not. In fact he was all but staring at him. How could he not, when the boy was in the cutest sweater he had ever seen. Min Yoongi was undeniably gay, and that sweater did things to him. It was way too big for the tiny boy wearing it, the off white sleeves going to the tips of his fingers. The shirt was covered with little reindeer and snowman. Quite frankly it was hideous. And yet,  Jimin pulled it off.

In his gay haze, Yoongi didin't notice Jimin put up his phone.

"Uhm- can I help you?" Jimin asked, not really meeting the older's eyes as much as he was just looking at everywhere on his face.

Startled Yoongi's eyes shot up to meet Jimin's, " You can drop the attitude baby, stop acting like that cross Jesus died on is stuck up your ass." he snapped

"I-... " Jimin muttered shocked, he looked down in his lap, but paused for a second before looking up again, "Actually, no- I, it isn't okay you treat me like this Yoongi-ssi, I haven't done anything to you and you're just- just ... pooping all over my beliefs and that isn't okay." Jimin choked out. He spoke so quickly Yoongi could barely make out what the younger had said.

"Oh no!" Yoongi snorted, "Not pooping!"

"Stop mocking me, please Yoongi-ssi!" Jimin begged, a fine pink dusting of blush on his cheeks.

"Give me a reason to, and then maybe I'll consider it." the elder said absently, pulling out his phone and looking away from Jimin, "You're getting on my nerves, now leave me alone."

"I-," Jimin blushed, "Okay, but, you really need to start treating people nicer if you want to be forgiven, and allowed into heaven. I get you don't believe in that, even though we are at a christmas party, but your little brother is sweet, and I know you raised him. Which means somewhere inside you have the ability to be nice and considerate Yoongi-ssi. You're little brother loves and respects you, so give him a real reason to." Jimin huffed, before pouting a little, spinning on his heal, and walking over to join Tae.

Yoongi said nothing, and looked back down at his phone.

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This is kinda shitty, definitely the worst written part in the entire book- Zepp {030420}

okay but j-hope with an undercut? skKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK- tae {030420}