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🌸 Jimin x Reader
🌸 word count: 1.2k + images of texts & tweets
🌸 yandere, college social media au, idiots to lovers, crack, smut, angst, fluff, slash, 18+
🌸 chapter warnings: infidelity, everyone’s a slut, face sitting, oral sex
🌸 written text beta read by @neoneunnajimin
🌸 this is a reupload of an older chapter; originally posted march 2022
When you arrive at the party, it’s in full swing. Bodies are writhing and meandering all over, and there’s a haze to the place from a fog machine, vape pens, and smokeables. The house smells like liquor and sweat, and you let out a long, deep exhale, excited to let loose and cause some drama.
It doesn’t take long to spot the pink-haired menace in the kitchen, waving around a red plastic cup while loudly complaining to Jungkook and Hoseok about this and that.
He already looks drunk, which you find a bit disappointing; you’d been hoping he’d at least be good to go down on you in the bathroom later, but now you’re not sure how well he’ll perform. You suppose you could always try and find out.
Jimin spots you and shoves Hoseok aside, who crashes into Jungkook with a giggle. Jimin makes his way over, sets his drink down on the nearby countertop, and cradles your face between his palms. You swat Jimin’s hands away.
“You’re drunk already?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Finish my drink and I’ll have some water,” Jimin suggests, nibbling on his bottom lip.
You size Jimin up and decide that, although he’s a mess, standing in tight jeans and a bright pink crop top, he’s an adorable mess, so perhaps you’ll play nice.
“Deal,” you respond. “I planned on making you beg some more, so I need you to sober up a little.”
Jimin’s face drops into a surprised O shape before he quickly composes himself and smirks. With that, Jimin turns stiffly on his heels, makes his way to the fridge, and finds an unopened bottle of water.
Jungkook and Hoseok have been watching the exchange, and although the music is probably too loud for them to have heard what you were talking about, you don’t really care if they had. Probably close to everyone at this party knows Jimin was an asshole who cheated on Tae, who was then cheated on by Tae, so there’s no need to pretend nothing is going on.
You pick up Jimin’s drink, giving it a cursory sniff to discover it’s definitely way more gin than soda water, and move to where Hoseok and Jungkook are to find an opened mixer bottle and make this shit more drinkable. Hoseok wolf-whistles to you, so you turn to him, tilting your head with a smirk.
“Hi Seokie,” you croon, watching as Hoseok blushes. “You two having fun?”
“We’re about to,” Jungkook responds with a devious smile.
“Once our boys get here,” Hoseok says, looking to Jungkook anticipatorily.
You cock your head to the side. “These other boys wouldn’t happen to include Yoongi, would they?”
“And Namjoon,” Hoseok and Jungkook say in unison, giggling together.
“Wow,” you respond, turning your mouth down to show you’re impressed. “That’s hot!”
Jungkook leans across Hoseok until he’s down to your eye level and mutters, “You two can join us, if you’d like. That is, if Joonie doesn’t mind.”
You scoff, definitely turned on by the idea of watching those four do whatever it is they might do, not to mention joining them, but decide that that would be way too kind to Jimin, and he hasn’t earned it yet. Plus, there’s a little part of you that may feel jealous watching Jimin fuck those men, even if they were also fucking you. They’re just so sexy; you’re not sure if you’re willing to share anymore.
“I’ll consider it,” you respond with a wink, then turn to find Jimin standing against the counter with his back to you.
Jimin’s arms are crossed over his chest, and he’s watching Taehyung and Seokjin in the living room. Although their presence seems innocuous enough—just two pals who are hosting a party and chattering with the guests—you and Jimin and at least half of the guests here know there’s something else happening between them. You approach Jimin and begin to chide him for his terrible cocktail mixing skills when Taehyung turns and sees you. The smile that was tugging on Taehyung’s lips disintegrates, falling in an instant.
You watch Taehyung waver, unsure of whether he wants to come to talk to you before deciding to walk around you and make himself a drink instead. Jimin takes you by the arm and begins to tug you toward the living room when Taehyung’s voice booms across the room.
“And where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Taehyung shouts.
Jimin stops in his tracks, shoulders bunching to his ears. He turns and responds, “Living room.”
You don’t turn; you don’t really want to engage with Taehyung anymore. Earlier, you thought it might be fun to fuck with him, but now that he’s angry and seems like he’s out for revenge, you decide it’s best to stay quiet. Angry Taehyung seems far more intimidating than you could have imagined.
“Stay out of the second floor,” Taehyung instructs. “Only one of you is allowed in the bathroom at a time. If I catch you two fucking, I’ll take you both by the hair and throw you into the street myself!”
“Whoa, Taehyung, let’s calm down,” Namjoon’s deep, reasonable voice rings from the entrance to the kitchen.
You look up to find a concerned but stern Namjoon standing with a stunned Yoongi clinging to his arm. Yoongi looks between you and Taehyung, then back at Namjoon.
“Namjoon, stay out of this,” Taehyung whines, suddenly sounding exasperated. “Jimin’s been cheating on me, and I’m just…I’m not in the mood.”
“I literally found you and Jin making out tonight! Before we had broken up!” Jimin shouts.
“Yeah, because I fucking wanted you to!” Taehyung responds.
The room is tense, and the music is loud, creating a dizzyingly uncomfortable atmosphere. You turn to Jimin and mutter, “Should we just go?” to which Jimin responds, “Yeah, probably."
In two big gulps, you down your drink and set the cup on the counter. You consider saying something to Taehyung but decide to leave it alone, taking Jimin’s hand and making your way to the door.
"Have a good one,” Yoongi mutters, and you nod to him as you exit the house, lamenting the foursome that will undoubtedly transpire now that they’ve shown up with Namjoon.
“Now what?” Jimin asks, hugging his torso tightly.
He must not have brought a jacket, or maybe he forgot it inside, which is pretty stupid for February. You take off your black bomber jacket and sling it over Jimin’s shoulders since your shirt, albeit low cut, at least has sleeves and covers your stomach.
“Now,” you respond, “we stop at the convenience store, grab something to drink, go to my place, and you beg me for forgiveness until I cave in and let you fuck me into the mattress.”
“What about, like, us?” Jimin mutters.
You sigh. You’re not ready for this conversation yet, especially out in the street on a cold winter night.
“Fuck me, and if it’s good enough, we’ll discuss it,” you respond. “But let’s go, it’s too fucking cold to do this out here.”
“Okay, fine,” Jimin huffs, and you begin to make your way toward your place, with a stop at the convenience store along the way.
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