“You know,” Jimin mumbles quietly, his cheek squished against the cool surface of Jungkook’s comforter. “When I pictured this party going wrong, I thought it’d be something like me getting bodily trapped in the middle of your weird feelings-heavy orgy, or you riding that unicorn pool float down the flooded street in 60 mile-per-hour winds, or maybe Jin trolling the background of a Jim Cantore broadcast in his rainbow Speedo and his cowboy hat.” He clenches his jaw and swallows hard, the action straining his throat. “I didn’t expect-”
“Taehyung?” Jungkook offers quietly, gaze still glassy with alcohol as he leans forward to rest his chin on Jimin’s shoulder.
Jimin sighs mournfully, even as his heart rate kicks up. “Definitely didn’t expect Taehyung.”
((Or, Hurricane Party AU where the weather’s bad but the party’s badder.))
"I guess," Jungkook pauses momentarily to inhale a deep, bracing breath, "I would just want you to come to my work events and laugh at my jokes and don't correct people if they imply that we're doing it."
"Having sex, you mean," Jin clarifies gently, and Jungkook chokes on air. If his face was any redder, Jin would insist on taking him to the hospital. Jungkook clears his throat, obviously trying to play off the strangled, choked sound as a casual cough.
"Yes. Doing... sex."
(Hedge Fund wunderkind and Certified Awkward Gay Jungkook needs a sugar baby to show off at work, and Professional Competitive Eater and Objectively Beautiful Human Jin just wants to stop working shitty side-jobs. Fake Sugar Daddy AU. A trope and a half.)
"He doesn't seem okay," Jimin notes, several long gracefully curling strands falling forward as he cranes his head in front of Taehyung's face to get a better look.
"He's fine. He's just a little shaken by your dick," Jin tells him without an ounce of shame, and Taehyung has the presence of mind to cut his eyes sharply in his direction.
"Ahhhh," Jimin hums appreciatively, turning back to Taehyung and fluttering his long lashes. "Well that's okay, honey. Lots of people are shaken by my dick. Granted, it's usually inside of them at the time."
(AU where supposedlystraightboy!tae falls for a pretty drag queen named Minnie and has a pretty chill questioning of his sexuality)
Corporate Relationship Disclosure Form -- Human Resource Coordinator: Jung Hoseok
Section to be completed by Employees Involved:
Names: Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin
Job Titles: Chief Accountant Supreme, Professional Wet Blanket
Nature of Relationship:
Friends with BenefitsSex Enemies
Length of Relationship: 4 minutes
Please Describe Jin's Dick:Shut up Hoseok I see you nasty fucker, you just added this fucking question to the form you didn’t even make sure the font was the same as the original you better hold on to your goddamn cat because I’m coming for you as soon as I’m finished getting- oh fucking hell.
It’s small things that bother him the most. Eerie similarities. Little parallels. A joke. A phrase he’s heard before. A touch.
Each similarity slices a little deeper at Jimin’s core. It’s like he’s crossing items off a morbid checklist in his mind, and he keeps waiting, terrified, for the final piece to fall into place.
((past lives au where jimin always remembers first, and he wishes he didn't))