Guys I literally just arrived home, and I am wanting to get into the habit of writing right away or right after homework, so here is chapter two.
And also this story is going to be in taehyung’s pov
“This. Fucking. Sucks.” I knew it was a bad idea to agree, or to necessarily be dragged out of bed to hang out with Jimin. “It’s freaking 52 degrees and we’re standing out here waiting to get inside-how are you not cold!?” Jimin rolls his eyes.
“I am cold Tae. Just shut up, we’re almost inside anyways.” I chose not to reply. Even though Jimin was right about us being close to the front, standing outside still made me bitter. Albeit when we did get inside, the hot bodies and upbeat music did lighten my mood. Jimin-of course- noticed this.
“How does it feel to be at your first gay club?” He asked, smug tone laced in his voice. When I didn’t reply, he looked over at me and followed the direction of my eyes. It was like I was in a trance, there were guys everywhere. Not just any guys, but hot guys. Realizing I’m not going to be able to move anytime soon, Jimin grabs my arm and yanks me towards a booth. I follow, not without tripping over my own feet once or twice.
When we arrive at the booth, we take our seats and Jimin immediately orders something that I don’t know. “Jimin,” I say, “Where did you find this place?”
He smiles brightly before answering, “My friend, Hoseok, bought me here once, and now I come here by myself sometimes.” He says, grabbing our drinks and handing me one. The drink is small and it has an orange color to it. I pick it up, watching Jimin down his like a pro. I look at mine, gulping before tossing my head back and downing the alcohol.
I cough, “What the hell is that?” I ask, starting to cough again.
I settle down and begin to relax. The music and vibrations from the bass making me want to dance. I get up and walk toward the crowd, my head nodding to the beat. Losing focus of the area around me was relatively easy, and me beginning to dance seemed like second nature. That was until I felt random hands groping me that my high was blown. I slapped them away, sending a glare over my shoulder at the man behind me and began making my way back to the booth.
Upon my arrival, I notice that it wasn’t just Jimin sitting at the table anymore, Namjoon was there, along with Yoongi and two other people. The man beside Jimin seemed to notice me first, wide bunny like smile on his face from something Jimin must’ve said. Jimin also turns when he sees the latter isn’t paying attention to him. “Tae!” He shouts, “Did you have fun?”
“Um...” I gulp, suddenly nervous from the six pairs of eyes on me. “Yeah”
“Come sit! We’ll make room-Namjoon scoot!”
I awkwardly slide in next to the tall man. “Okay,” Jimin starts, “This is Jungkook, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon.” I nod at everyone. “And guys, this is Taehyung, my roommate.”
“The Taehyung?” Jungkook asks.
Jimin nods. I raise my eyebrow, “What does he mean ‘The Taehyung’?”
Jungkook is about to answer when Jimin cuts him off, “Nothing! Come, we’re going to dance.” He says, dragging the man along with him, the others follow. Except Namjoon.
There was an awkward silence between us. I take a quick second to give him a once over. He’s wearing black skinny jeans with rips in the knees along and a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath. His hair gelled back with a 3/4 part. I look away when he spoke. “Have we met before? It’s just that you look familiar and I remember your name from somewhere...”
I release a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, I met you at a bar some time ago, when you were playing Pool with Yoongi.” I say, trying not to make eye contact with him.
“That was you, huh? Well I wanted to get your number but if you remember, I was kind of being rushed out.” This catches my full attention.
When leaving the club, I receive a message from and unknown number.
I pull the collar of my turtle neck up trying to shield myself from the cold yet failing miserably. I try to focus on where I’m going rather than the weather, and upon taking the last left of my semi power-walk I finally spot the coffee shop.
I hurriedly walk in and look for the man that invited me here. After looking for a minute or so I finally see someone waving at me, in the far corner of the shop. I smile and wave back, beginning to make my way toward him.
We sit there, staring at each other until we burst out in a fit of giggles.
“I ordered you the same thing as me if you don’t mind.” he questions. I bite my lip.
I’m walking into my apartment when I receive a text. My stomach flutters when I see who it is.
It’s a surprise, I’ll be there to pick you up at 8.
I look at the top corner of my screen;
I don’t believe I’ve ever taken a shower so fast in my life.
Oh. My. Gosh. This is so freaking cute. He is so freaking cute. He is so freaking perfect.
Right now I find myself watching my date lean in the backseat to grab a backpack full of snacks, his laptop, and different DVD’s. We’re in a clearing in the forest, the sun has set, they’re not a lot of stars in the sky, but it{s amazingly perfect.
That seems to be the only thing I can think of him now. Perfect. Everything he does is perfect. From the way his dimple shows when he laughs, when he accidentally trips over his own feet at times, when he forgets his car keys, and when he stutters over his own words causing the blush shows on his cheeks. Or when he walks out of his house looking so fucking badass that the blush ends up on my cheeks and he notices with a smirk on his face. Gosh, he makes me want to drop to my knees.
Let’s just agree that Namjoon is perfect.
Can you come over please?
I hear Jimin’s door open and close. Feeling like I’m starting to sweat nervously, I quickly wipe my forehead. A few seconds later, Jimin walks in and hops in bed me. He raises a brow.
“I want to have sex with Namjoon...”
Jimin blinks before launches himself at me. Tickling and poking me everywhere. Questions like, ‘When?’, ‘Are you sure?’, ‘How do you know if you want it?’, ‘Do you love him?’ are thrown at me. I am unable to answer due to my own laughter.
“Jimin-wait!-oh my goodness-ah!”
“Jimin get off me.” I grunt, pushing him lightly.
We’re panting softly by the time he lets go. He makes a gesture for me to continue and answer his questions.
“I don’t know when and no I’m not sure, but Jimin,” I take a deep breath before finishing, “I really like Namjoon. Like really really like Namjoon, and I feel like if we were to have sex then I could answer your last question.” I say, looking straight at him. He softens before reaching for my hand.
“I don’t feel like that’s the best way to find out, but if that’s what you want to do and it makes you comfortable, then I’ll support you.” He nods.
“Well, Namjoon is coming over soon so I am cleaning up while I still have the time.” I say, picking up a sweater. “But I’m not even sure what time he’s coming-” I’m interrupted by knocks on the door.
“Jimin I have to go, Namjoon’s here.”
“What? No! We just started talking-”
“Yes, I know, I’ll talk to you when you get off work, bye!” I reply, hanging up.
I quickly make me way over to the door. Without hesitation I swing it open. A wide smile breaks out on my face upon realizing who it is.
I scoot back, allowing him entrance. “Are you spending the night for tomorrow?” I ask.
“Yes. If you don’t mind.” He answers while taking his shoes off and looking around.
I follow behind Namjoon, sitting beside him on the sofa. I bite my lip.
“Sooo,” I start, “I have movies, they’re mostly Pixar aside from a couple comedies.”
“Yeah that’s cool. Do you have ‘The Incredibles’?”
I gasp, my eyes widening. “That’s my favorite.”
I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS. but guys im so disappointed in myself. i took forever to write this and im not happy with it. plus i had gotten my nails done and i could not even type or else i would make myself mad. but i really hope you likeeee. <3 also if you’re into exo go check out my other story debt ;p
