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「ᴀɴɢᴇʀ」

     The house is soon crowded with people. The majority of them is about to start junior year in sports college, wanting to do the best thing you could do before a semester filled with lessons and practices;

    Getting drunk out of their minds and having the time of their lives.

    In the living room people are dancing, grinding on each other and outside, people are smoking and jumping into the pool fully clothed. 

    Jimin is currently in the kitchen where the air is less sultry, making him and Taehyung drinks.

    "Are you sure you wanna put that much vodka in there? You know how you get." Taehyung says with an amused smile as he watches his best friend attempt to make tricks with the bottles, ending up spilling various kinds of liquids on the counter.

    "I'm gonna drink it slowly, so don't worry. I'm planning on not getting full on wasted, just a little tipsy so I can relax with all these people nearly stomping me down." Jimin replies, handing Taehyung his drink and taking a sip of his own.

    Let's just say that plan failed.

    In less than thirty minutes, Jimin is full on wasted.

    Taehyung can't do anything but to watch as Jimin disappears into the mass and grabs the nearest guy who looks like he could be gay, grinding back on him shamelessly. 

    Jimin is going to major in dance for a reason. He knows how to move his body to make it look the most captivating, and he shows it all without a second thought when he's drunk.

    Jimin feels the man placing his hands on his waist as he moves with him, surprisingly skillfully. 

    Jimin turns around to look up at the stranger through slightly hazy vision and is even more surprised at how handsome he is. Not nearly as handsome as Jungkook, but definitely handsome. He has a sharp jawline and plump lips. His dark hair is slicked back slightly, a few strands that have freed themselves resting on his forehead. When Jimin thinks about it, he does look like he has a dancer's body, slim and elegant but at the same time muscular.

    Jimin leans up to the unknown man's ear so he could talk to him over the loud music.

    "Are you a dance major?" Jimin calls and leans back again, watching a smirk form on the others lips.

    "Yeah, I'm Jongin." The guy appearing to be called Jongin says in Jimin's ear, needing to bend quite a bit because of their height difference.

    "Jimin." Jimin says back, introducing himself.

    Jongin smiles and Jimin finds himself thinking he has a nice smile.

    "You're really good at dancing, but I haven't seen you around in school. I think I would have remembered if I had." Jongin winks at him.

    "I'm starting this semester." Jimin replies and Jongin nods.

    "I figured. I feel like I know you from somewhere though." Jongin says and Jimin just smiles in response.

    They continue dancing, the space between decreasing by the minute. Jimin's fingers move to intertwine in the dark locks of Jongin's hair, both moving in sync to the beat of the music flowing through the room. 

    Soon enough, Jimin feels Jongin's hands travel down further and Jimin's drunk mind doesn't think much of it, he knows that his ass is hard to resist.

    "You're really turning me on, Jimin." Jongin then says into Jimin's ear, making Jimin shiver at the low tone.

    "I'm sorry, I didn't mea--ah~" Jimin is cut of by Jongin squeezing his ass, and looks up to meet his gaze.