this is how we do it (drabble)
this is how we do it
bangtan boys, suga/jimin
pg, 818w, written for kprompts
There were very few things Yoongi actually enjoyed doing at three in the morning. Drinking, sometimes. Lighting up, always. Getting laid, depended on who was involved, really. But sitting on Jimin's couch as the kid tried on outfit after outfit and practiced strutting across his narrow kitchen was definitely nowhere on that spectrum. Yoongi sank deeper into the couch and tried not to groan when Jimin emerged in his latest ensemble, a pair of studded- wait, were those rhinestones?- jeans and a bright red letterman jacket.
"It's great," he replied with what he hoped sounded like enthusiasm. "Perfect. Can I go home now?"
Jimin glared and pulled at the jacket. "You're not taking this seriously, hyung."
This time Yoongi did groan, flopping over until he cold stretch out on the couch. The cushions spelled suspiciously of potato chips. "No one at the party is going to care what you're wearing, Jimin."
The next time he glanced up, Jimin was sighing and pulling off the jacket. He settled down onto a mismatched ottoman Yoongi was pretty sure Taehyung pulled out of someone's garbage. This was why he swore never to get involved with freshmen. He was in his senior year, for fuck's sake, he didn't need this. "Everyone there is going to be too drunk or high to notice how sparkly you are."
Jimin fingered his rhinestones self-consciously. "Taehyung said these were cool."
"I'm sure he did," Yoongi replied with a resigned nod. He wanted to add that Taehyung had all the fashion sense of a clown on hallucinogens, but he refrained. Taehyung was Jimin's friend and it wasn't like Yoongi could defend Namjoon's animal print obsession, either. Besides, Yoongi found it impossible to maintain the sarcasm when Jimin was looking so downtrodden, still running his hands over his hideous jeans. A puppy who dressed in the dark. "It's just a party, Jimin." He tried to sound gentle but possibly sounded more tired than anything. Gentle wasn't his style, either.
"My first party."
"Which you probably won't remember the next day."
Jimin blinked. "Why?"
Yoongi grinned. "Because you're going with me."
The scoff Jimin gave in return comforted Yoongi a little. At least the kid was cheering up. In theory Yoongi could see why one might be nervous about his first university party, but Yoongi just couldn't relate to it. He certainly couldn't remember his first, though that might have more to do with the fact that he went to his first when he was in seventh grade. "I'm not worried about the drinking," Jimin admitted quietly.
"The drugs, then?"
Jimin rolled his eyes. "No, hyung. There's more to parties than getting wasted."
This time it was Yoongi who blinked. "I had no idea." He then received a faceful of pillow. He rolled onto his back and was very tempted to fall asleep right then and there, but he knew it was impossible with Jimin staring at him in such an adorably desperate way. "What are you so worried about?"
"You know," Jimin mumbled. His fidgeting was also stupidly cute. "What if I meet someone?"
"Like Namjoon?"
"No, hyung."
"Namjoon's the only other person I know at this party."
Jimin groaned and moved over to the couch to slap Yoongi's stomach. Thankfully Yoongi had bothered to feed himself earlier or it might have hurt. "I mean someone I don't know, but someone I might like."
Ah. Finally, comprehension. Yoongi sat up and grinned. "You wanna fuck somebody?"
The way Jimin's entire face and neck went as red as the abandoned jacket was answer enough, as was his wail of incoherent embarrassment.
Yoongi frowned. "If you wanted to get laid, you should've told me. I know people."
Jimin grew quiet. He couldn't quite meet Yoongi's eyes, but shot him tiny, nervous, hopeful glances instead. "You know people?"
"Yeah, people you could fuck."
"Aish, stop saying it like that!" Jimin turned red all over again.
Rolling his eyes, Yoongi placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "Never fear, tonight hyung will get you l- will introduce you to people."
Again, Jimin was quiet, but he nodded slowly. "And then what do you do?"
A chill ran down Yoongi's spine. "What?"
Jimin turned to him, utterly and totally serious. "After you introduce us, what do I do?"
For a second Yoongi had to sit back. He rubbed his temples and tried t convince himself that punching Jimin wasn't the right answer no matter how disinclined and just plain disturbed Yoongi was at the thought of having this conversation with Jimin. He looked back at Jimin's searching, earnest face and groaned inwardly. There was no way Jimin was going to let him go without giving some kind of answer.
Yoongi smiled and patted Jimin's arm again. "You say, baby, you're as hot as the bottom of my laptop."
There was a brief moment of silence, and then Jimin replied, "Hyung, you're a genius."
1. Originalyl posted here.
2. Crossposted to AO3.
3. Ask me questions/make requests/prompt me!
bangtan boys, suga/jimin
pg, 818w, written for kprompts
There were very few things Yoongi actually enjoyed doing at three in the morning. Drinking, sometimes. Lighting up, always. Getting laid, depended on who was involved, really. But sitting on Jimin's couch as the kid tried on outfit after outfit and practiced strutting across his narrow kitchen was definitely nowhere on that spectrum. Yoongi sank deeper into the couch and tried not to groan when Jimin emerged in his latest ensemble, a pair of studded- wait, were those rhinestones?- jeans and a bright red letterman jacket.
"It's great," he replied with what he hoped sounded like enthusiasm. "Perfect. Can I go home now?"
Jimin glared and pulled at the jacket. "You're not taking this seriously, hyung."
This time Yoongi did groan, flopping over until he cold stretch out on the couch. The cushions spelled suspiciously of potato chips. "No one at the party is going to care what you're wearing, Jimin."
The next time he glanced up, Jimin was sighing and pulling off the jacket. He settled down onto a mismatched ottoman Yoongi was pretty sure Taehyung pulled out of someone's garbage. This was why he swore never to get involved with freshmen. He was in his senior year, for fuck's sake, he didn't need this. "Everyone there is going to be too drunk or high to notice how sparkly you are."
Jimin fingered his rhinestones self-consciously. "Taehyung said these were cool."
"I'm sure he did," Yoongi replied with a resigned nod. He wanted to add that Taehyung had all the fashion sense of a clown on hallucinogens, but he refrained. Taehyung was Jimin's friend and it wasn't like Yoongi could defend Namjoon's animal print obsession, either. Besides, Yoongi found it impossible to maintain the sarcasm when Jimin was looking so downtrodden, still running his hands over his hideous jeans. A puppy who dressed in the dark. "It's just a party, Jimin." He tried to sound gentle but possibly sounded more tired than anything. Gentle wasn't his style, either.
"My first party."
"Which you probably won't remember the next day."
Jimin blinked. "Why?"
Yoongi grinned. "Because you're going with me."
The scoff Jimin gave in return comforted Yoongi a little. At least the kid was cheering up. In theory Yoongi could see why one might be nervous about his first university party, but Yoongi just couldn't relate to it. He certainly couldn't remember his first, though that might have more to do with the fact that he went to his first when he was in seventh grade. "I'm not worried about the drinking," Jimin admitted quietly.
"The drugs, then?"
Jimin rolled his eyes. "No, hyung. There's more to parties than getting wasted."
This time it was Yoongi who blinked. "I had no idea." He then received a faceful of pillow. He rolled onto his back and was very tempted to fall asleep right then and there, but he knew it was impossible with Jimin staring at him in such an adorably desperate way. "What are you so worried about?"
"You know," Jimin mumbled. His fidgeting was also stupidly cute. "What if I meet someone?"
"Like Namjoon?"
"No, hyung."
"Namjoon's the only other person I know at this party."
Jimin groaned and moved over to the couch to slap Yoongi's stomach. Thankfully Yoongi had bothered to feed himself earlier or it might have hurt. "I mean someone I don't know, but someone I might like."
Ah. Finally, comprehension. Yoongi sat up and grinned. "You wanna fuck somebody?"
The way Jimin's entire face and neck went as red as the abandoned jacket was answer enough, as was his wail of incoherent embarrassment.
Yoongi frowned. "If you wanted to get laid, you should've told me. I know people."
Jimin grew quiet. He couldn't quite meet Yoongi's eyes, but shot him tiny, nervous, hopeful glances instead. "You know people?"
"Yeah, people you could fuck."
"Aish, stop saying it like that!" Jimin turned red all over again.
Rolling his eyes, Yoongi placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "Never fear, tonight hyung will get you l- will introduce you to people."
Again, Jimin was quiet, but he nodded slowly. "And then what do you do?"
A chill ran down Yoongi's spine. "What?"
Jimin turned to him, utterly and totally serious. "After you introduce us, what do I do?"
For a second Yoongi had to sit back. He rubbed his temples and tried t convince himself that punching Jimin wasn't the right answer no matter how disinclined and just plain disturbed Yoongi was at the thought of having this conversation with Jimin. He looked back at Jimin's searching, earnest face and groaned inwardly. There was no way Jimin was going to let him go without giving some kind of answer.
Yoongi smiled and patted Jimin's arm again. "You say, baby, you're as hot as the bottom of my laptop."
There was a brief moment of silence, and then Jimin replied, "Hyung, you're a genius."
1. Originalyl posted here.
2. Crossposted to AO3.
3. Ask me questions/make requests/prompt me!