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Chapter One [M]

"Jimin. I told you I didn't want to go." Taehyung deadpanned, staring at his pink-haired best friend who was trying to drag him to a party. Now don't get me wrong, Taehyung does like to party. He's gotten black-out drunk more times than he'd like to admit and made more midnight mistakes than anyone can count. He just didn't feel like it tonight.

"Please!" Jimin pleaded, making puppy eyes at Tae. Jimin always knew how to manipulate anyone and his best friend was no different, except he was very aware of what was happening.

"No." The taller refused to look the boy in the eye, knowing he would give in to his soft eyes in a millisecond.

"Tae. Please. We'll have fun! Go for me." Jimin begged, standing on his tippy toes to get eye level with his friend.
"Fine." Taehyung sighs, exasperated by his defeat. Damn him.

"Yay!" He dropped his pitiful act, immediately upon receiving what he wanted." Let's go get ready!" He pulled the bigger boy up to Taehyung's room with a bag in his hand.
"Mmm." Jimin hummed, pulling open Tae's closet door, on a hunt for something decent for Taehyung to wear (even though he was perfectly capable of choosing his own clothes) as the latter threw himself on his bed. A few minutes later, a set of clothes hits Taehyung in the face.

"Go change," Jimin demanded, happily opening the bag he brought, pulling out his own clothes.
"How'd you know I'd say yes?" Taehyung squinted his almond eyes at the small boy.
"I didn't." He grinned, making the other roll his eyes as he walked to the bathroom.
Taehyung quickly slipped into the clothes Jimin had picked out. Even he had to admit, he looked good. The pair of high-waisted blue jeans were ripped to the max and had a long cut right underneath each of his ass cheeks, teasing whoever looked, while it hugged every one of his curves magnificently. The long sleeve, black and white striped crop top stopped just below his belly button, rising above it as he moved, showing off his soft flat stomach.
"Damn. I do good work." Jimin complimented his choice of clothes when he saw how Taehyung looked in them.

Jimin was dressed in white fishnets with tight pink shorts, that matched his hair, over them paired with a tight-fitting black shirt, tucked in. All in all, the outfit complimented him perfectly, showcasing his milky skin in the most attractive way.
"That's the only thing you do good." Taehyung joked, looking at his stache of shoes in the closet, opting for a pair of simple high topped converse.
"Oh no. I do several things good. Great, even." Jimin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Taehyung.

"Gross." The latter wrinkled his nose at the inappropriate comment, Jimin's lovely laugh ringing joyfully through the room.
"Which ones?" Jimin changed the subject, holding up a pair of black heeled boots and a pair of plain white sneakers.
"The heels," Taehyung said after a moment. He quickly put them on, lacing them up.
"Ready?" He asked, pocketing his phone.
"Mhm," Taehyung answered, still not feeling the partying spirit.
God, it was gonna be a long night.
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The music thumped loudly, the beat seeming to course through both boys alcohol tainted veins, as they danced together, both of them moving their bodies sloppy yet seductively. They were both out of it, drunk and wild and bound to barely remember any of this night in the morning.

"That guy over there's watching you" Jimin whispered to his taller friend as they danced, gesturing to where the man was hiding. Taehyung looked over at the man in the shadows, sipping his drink attractively, as his tall, broad-shouldered friend, who was too far in shadows to show any features, chatted animatedly next to him.

He was hot, like really hot. His dark hair curled in such a way that it teased his eyelashes and the nape of his neck. His pink lips set in a seductive smirk and his muscular body was on show in his simple white t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His eyes were trailing up and down Taehyung's lean body, settling on his circling ass, making him move his hips in an even more enticing manner. Maybe the movements weren't as smooth as they would have been had Taehyung been sober, but they were certainly enough. When the stranger's eyes crawled back up Taehyung's body, he noticed instantly what the boy was doing, his smirk growing even more, before he said something to his friend and made his way over to the dancing blond.