I decided to make this a prologue drabble off of “about last night” bc it fit well with the plot :-)

It’s been two minutes or so since you’ve been enveloped in this clamp darkness, the only source of light coming from the slit between the closet doors and it was enough to see Jimin’s dark eyes trained on your face.

“So, are we gonna—”

“Shut up,” you say, digging your fingers into your forehead. You knew you shouldn’t have come to this party because you knew Kim Taehyung was hosting it and he seemed to particularly favor Jimin’s perverse jokes on you.

And you could have sworn he had spun the bottle the second time with careful intent so the tip points in your direction, only to have you paired up with Jimin and be shoved into this tiny closet for God knows how long.

Actually, you knew exactly how long. “We have 5 minutes left. You think you can hold off your hormones for that long?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s hard to hold off with you,” he says, his tone lowering.

You gnaw on your lip from the brewing irritation. “Nobody can hear you. There’s no need to act like a dick.”

“Flirting is being a dick?” Jimin asks, falling backward so his spine hits the wood behind him.

“With you, yes,” you answer, leaning back too. This cramped space leaves little room to move without somehow touching him, but you try your best.

“We have to do something,” Jimin says, his voice straining, “I’ll be ridiculed if they find out nothing happened in here.”

“Nice to know you put others first,” you say with satire, letting your eyes focus on a fallen shirt by Jimin’s thigh, but then all you can look at are his thighs.

“Come on, Y/N,” he whines like a little kid, making your teeth sink in a little deeper into your lower lip. “Just a kiss? In the last five seconds.”

“Fuck you.”

“Three minutes, love birds!” Taehyung knocks on the doors from the other side. “Y/N, try to control yourself in there!”

You roll your eyes. “This is so fucking stupid.” The music outside changes. “And I hate this song.”

“What?” Jimin leans forward and the light from the opening makes his eyes a warm brown. “Let me get this right…you hate this song?”

“Exactly what I said,” you say, acutely aware of how close he is and leaning back further but there’s no more space to do so.

“Maybe we’re not meant for each other then,” Jimin sits back down and you laugh.

“Oh well,” you sigh sarcastically.

“Just kidding,” he smiles.

“I wasn’t,” you reply.

“Two minutes! Still enough time for a quickie!” Taehyung knocks again.

You scowl. “You must get along so well with him. You’re both perverts.” The song reaches the chorus and the volume seems to have increased. “And can they switch this song, already?”

Jimin laughs, running a hand through his hair and you can see the green veins underneath his milky skin with that source of light. “You’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful.”

You freeze and he seems to too. Cute.

“I mean you’re hot,” Jimin says hurriedly, “so fine. Your body is so fine. I would do you, like—hard gorilla sex.”

You let out a laugh of surprise. Cute.

Huh.

He fidgets uncomfortably, hitting your knee with his. “Uh, sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

You can’t even focus on anything he’s saying because his lips catch the light and they’re so flushed. And cute. His cheeks are turning pink too. It’s cute.

And did he take a shower recently? Because you can suddenly smell fresh citrus in the space and it seems to be saturated in the expanse of his smooth skin and you kind of want to lean in further to itch the memory of it into your nostrils—

“1 minute!” Taehyung says again.

“Uh, Y/N!” Jimin says, still fumbling over his words and hitting his knee against the wood, talking through the pain. “I didn’t mean to say that, you know that right? The part about the—music.”

“Hm?” You hum, your eyes fixated on his lips again.

“Thirty seconds!”

“Y/N, please,” he’s hissing. “Just kiss me! Two seconds and that’s it!”

“Twenty seconds!”

“It hasn’t been—” Jimin runs his fingers through his hair again and your heart jumps a little. “Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll pay for your lunch, I’ll clean your room, I’ll give you booze, I’ll—”

He stops talking when he sees you flutter your eyes close and lean forward. You place your hands on either side of his thighs, jutting your lips out ever so slightly.

Are you really—

“Ten seconds!”

You can feel him lean in closer, his warmth emulating from his face and you can smell that citrus so strongly now. So close, almost right there—

Then you feel his fingers, pressing against your lips, hard. Your eyes fly open, and he’s looking at you with a mirrored expression, close enough to your own face that you can see his Adam’s apple bob nervously and his lips tremble slightly.

“Jimin—” you say through his touch but you can’t get anything else out because he drops his hand just as Taehyung swings the doors open.

“Woah-hoh!” He says, a grin painting his face. “What’s going on here? You guys were actually getting it on?”

A pause and Jimin clears his throat. “We all knew it would happen eventually,” he says, shrugging.

“You two are full of surprises,” Taehyung laughs, slapping his hand on Jimin’s back just as he steps out from the closet. “I need to mark this day in the calendar. And damn, your lips are so flushed.”

You realize he’s talking to you, Jimin now somewhere in the heart of the party.

Another pause. “Get me out of here,” you say and he helps you stand back up.

“No comment on his kissing skills?” Taehyung urges.

You ignore him, walking past to find your ride home but Jungkook seems to be nowhere and you quickly forget about him when you remember how you’ve just willingly let yourself almost kiss Jimin.

You. Kissing Park Jimin.

That is ridiculous.

But it almost just happened. Who did you become in that closet? And—did he really call you cute?

“Jungkook!” You say, finding him engrossed in some girl and pulling him off by the collar. “Drive me home.”

“Get a taxi,” he groans, eating the girl up with his eyes.

“Get a tutor for tomorrow then,” you threaten.

“Fine,” Jungkook groans in defeat. “Call me,” he tells the girl before following you to the exit. “You owe me big time for that, she was so—have you been kissing somebody?”

“What? No,” you recoil.

“Why are your lips so flushed?”

“I—ran into a door.”

Silence. “Jimin’s not going to be happy about you kissing other people.”

A pause. “Shut up.”