Blaze Up [BTS College AU] [Mostly Taehyung]

i can't feel my face

"Where's Jimin hyung?" Jungkook questions anxiously, practically jogging up the stairs and into the kitchen. There's a few people leaning against the counter. Someone's making a sandwich.

"Jungkookie?" He follows Jimin's voice to the living room, where he finds Jimin in someone's lap on the couch.

"Hyung!" He speaks fast and in satoori, "it's Tae, you need to come to the basement now, he's kind of out of control, Yoongi hyung is really mad" he grips the back of the couch, sucking in a deep breath. Jimin groans, rubbing his face with his hands.

"He okay?"

"He's not been sick" Jungkook starts. They both hear muffled shouting from the basement, and on cue Jimin leaps up and follows the younger to where the ruckus is coming from, now extremely worried about Taehyung and the trouble he's probably gotten himself into somehow.

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Jungkook comes barreling down the stairs with Jimin in tow, and Jimin's also cussing, little face red. Jackson's moaning on the carpet, holding his face.

"Fuck, dude!"

"WHAT in the fresh Hell, Kim Taehyung?" He yells, his shrill voice echoing in Taehyung's ears.

"I'm lit." He grins, winking and tipping the backwards hat. Yoongi groans again.

"Are you okay, man?" Jungkook runs towards Jackson to get a closer look to where Taehyung had just hit him and he nods, shrugging. Jungkook grabs his beer can and puts it up to Jackson's face like an ice pack to numb it. Jimin, now a tiny ball of fury, stomps up to Taehyung and grabs him harshly by the wrist and drags him to the bathroom, slamming the door, leaving Yoongi speechless.

"No, this room's too small!" Taehyung rambles, feeling enclosed now. There isn't enough space for his energy to spend, it's filling up his whole being and he needs to be free. He taps his fingers on the sink nervously.

"Taehyung, look at me. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jimin accuses, his face plastered with a frown.

"Thisroomistoosmall. Bro. Bro. Jimin, man." His eyes twitch. He can't feel his face, he can't feel anything but the swelling in his heart and the energy in his soul. His chi.

"Taehyung." Jimin feels pretty much sober now. He's worried about his best friend. He shouldn't have left him alone. "Why are you acting like this? How much have you had to drink?"

"I'mfucking lit " Taehyung whispers loudly, his lips slurring his words with numbness and Jimin sighs. Taehyung goes to stand on the toilet and slips. He suddenly feels really warm and attempts to pull his sweater off. It gets stuck on the hat and covers his face and he yelps loudly in frustration and falls ass first into the bathtub.

"Dude, Taehyung. What the flying shit fuck?" Nothing but hysterical laughter in response. Taehyung flails, finally getting his sweater off, bare chest exposed.

"Are you warm, Jimin? I'm fucking HOT." He takes a shaky breath. Was he hyperventilating?

"No..." Jimin starts, scowling.

"Jimin, I love you. We're awesome, high five!" He raises his hand for a high five, before laying in the bathtub completely, bare feet up on the wall. "I can't feel my face, Jimminie. I can't feel pain. Lets go! Let's go do parkour, Park Jiminnie hyung..." Jimin hears a knock at the door and glances towards it anxiously, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah come in!" The door bursts open, and it's Hoseok looking anxious, the corners of his mouth pulled down.

"He okay?" He frowns, looking at Taehyung and back at Jimin. Jimin sighs exasperated, leaning against the counter.

"Hobi hyung..." he whines, biting his lip with worried angst, gesturing dramatically towards the hot mess in the bathtub. Taehyung was singing to himself, kicking the wall repeatedly, his whole being vibrating. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. "You didn't give him anything... did you?" Jimin accuses, folding his arms.

"No, hardly talked to him." Hoseok quips, kneeling down in front of Taehyung. "Hey bud, how are ya?" He puts on a smile, addressing him directly.

"On top of the world, hyung" Taehyung drawls, his satoori coming out in full force, his voice too loud. He plays with the necklace he's wearing mindlessly. "I'm sooooo hot"

"Can you look at me?" Hoseok asks gently but sternly. Taehyung turns towards him quickly, almost lunging into him face first. "Whoah there...." he holds the younger boy steady, really looking at him now. Taehyung's grin is lopsided, his face is flushed a little bit more than it should be- even for someone who's consumed a lot of alcohol. His eyes are wide and twitchy. Hoseok frowns, his brows furrowing harshly as he sucks in a breath. Taehyung's pupils were so blown you couldn't even see the irises anymore. Just black holes in his sockets. Taehyung feels restless at the sudden stillness and tries to stand up onto the ledge of tub.

"Wanna fight, Hobi hyung? Lets fisticuffs..."

"Kim Taehyung, are you fucking high?!" Taehyung pauses before sitting down cross legged in the bathtub and winks, his giggle light and airy.