song: long live - taylor swift

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"Jimin, stay still." his mother commands, fixing his eyeliner with full concentration.

"I'm still trying to process how you know how to do all this." Jihyun comments, carefully arranging all the products on Jimin's vanity mirror.

"Jimin isn't the only one in the family who made his life like a high school movie." She replies, dropping the eyeliner pen with a content sigh. "There we go, I'm finished."

"I knew it!" Jimin squeals. "Ugh, I'm so glad me and Jihyun got our looks from you."

"Are you gonna go all "Last Friday Night" and start reminiscing on how you were a party girl and stuff back in the day?" Jimin asks. "Ooh, can we throw wild parties and get drunk?"

"Absolutely not."

Jihyun sighs, takes his phone out and snaps an aesthetic shot of all the makeup lined up on the white table. Turning the camera around, he gets a few of himself as well, quickly sending them to Taehyung before he gets self conscious and deletes them all.

"Wait, now that I have a boyfriend, what do I do if I win prom king?" Jimin suddenly asks, seeming oddly distressed about it.

"Just have him come to the stage, it's not a big deal." Jihyun answers. "I think-"

Before he can finish his sentence, he's interrupted by the doorbell and Jimin's eyes widen as he leaps up, racing down the stairs to get the door, while Jihyun slowly follows him, tapping away on his phone.

"You look beautiful," Jungkook gushes, immediately pulling Jimin into a kiss.

Jimin giggles, pressing a peck to his cheek when they pull away.

"I know. You look better."

Grabbing Jungkook's hand, Jimin climbs into Jungkook's newly washed, gleaming van.

"Not exactly a limo." Jimin comments, referring to the black limousine Taehyung had rented for himself and Jihyun.

Jungkook shrugs, twirling the car keys in one hand. "Close enough."

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The rest of the drive is a blur of messy kisses at stoplights, some random indie pop song blasting from Jungkook's radio, the windows opened to let in the fresh summer breeze and by the time they've reached their school Jimin's lips are nearly sore and his heart is pounding.

The parking lot is nearly full and as Jimin and Jungkook make their way towards the gym, hearing the music grow louder.

The door is opened, streamers blocking their view to the rest of the room, so only when they duck underneath, do they see everything.

To be honest, it's much more than expected. Jimin thought it'd just be some cheap decorations and loud pop music in their gym, a scene he and Jungkook would make fun of later, but everything looks...pretty amazing.

"You good?" Jungkook asks, snapping Jimin out of his daze.

"Of course." Jimin replies, throwing him a playful smile.

Proud to be walking through the crowd with Jungkook's arm around him, Jimin reaches for his hand, tugging on the silver bracelet wrapped around his arm. They make their way through the room, matching smiles on their face as they exchange quick words with friends, one-armed hugs, fond memories and compliments.

The music, a loud and familiar pop song blasts through the room, everyone's enjoying the slight cringiness of it all, especially since Jimin, Taehyung and Jennie had decided to make the entire theme trashy, pink 2010's themed.

Pushing a cluster of silver and pink balloons aside, Jimin runs over to Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi.

"Jinnie!" Jimin shrieks, barrelling into his arms. "You look amazing!"

"Right?" Jin agrees, proudly smoothing out the long skirt of his bright red dress. "So do you!"

Laughing quietly, Namjoon proudly wraps his arm around his boyfriend, taking a sip of some probably-spiked punch.

"I'm literally so hyped!" Hoseok gushes. "Joonie, feel like telling me who won Prom King? And queen? Pleaaaase-"

"Confidential information." Namjoon responds curtly, patting Hoseok's back.

Hoseok opens his mouth, ready to protest and Jin takes the time to quickly pull Jimin and Yoongi aside.

"Can you believe it?! Namjoon rented a hotel room for us!"

Jimin's jaw drops. "No way."

"Yep. One king sized bed. Top floor. Couple suite. Connecting bathroom with glass walls."

"Y'all horny." Yoongi comments.

Jimin laughs loudly, maybe a bit louder than usual as they lapse into idle, practiced conversation, his hand in Jungkook's. At one point, someone whisks him away from the group, chatting about something and slowly, one by one, friends, classmates, teammates, random people he's seen in the hallways a few times all walk up to him, some telling him how amazing it is, some complimenting his outfit, some just quickly catching up.

All his years of high school seem like they've been leading up to this one night, all grudges, rumors, breakups forgotten as they drift around the pink-decorated room, shouting over the loud music.

Maybe it's because of his diva act, but Jimin just never realized how much he actually enjoyed being around these people. Other than SATs, maybe education actually is a blessing.

Maybe half an hour or an hour later, it's Jungkook who gently tugs on Jimin's arm, hugging him while he leads him to a quieter spot, his lips pressing down against Jimin's neck.

His breath tastes a bit bitter, Jimin notices when he kisses him, he probably had something to drink and knowing Jungkook he had a puff of someone's cigarette and Jimin honestly doesn't give a fuck.

He actually kind of likes it. Not because of the hot bad-boy image it gives him, but because of the familiarity of it all.

Jungkook, his naïve, hot, best friend. Jungkook, his ridiculous, shameless, sexy boyfriend. Jungkook, that dumb bitch who got drunk and puked on him once, who manages to bring some order and comfort into Jimin's life with his citrus scented shampoo, tabacco breath and the half-empty bottle of vodka in his glove compartment.

"You look pretty." Jungkook whispers, for what could have been the twentieth time today.

Jimin smiles softly, twisting his head to kiss Jungkook properly this time.

"You're prettier."

Jungkook hums quietly and Jimin feels his tongue against his collarbone, and usually, he would protest but today... today's a special day.

Enjoying the way Jungkook grips onto his waist, Jimin closes his eyes, allowing him to reach everywhere, touch anything.

Between kisses and hushed words, Jimin barely registers the principal climbing up to the stage, ready to announce the prom king.

To no one's surprise, a pretty blonde girl, the captain of the cheer team wins Queen, the crowd erupts and Jimin can't help but smile as the runner-ups all pile on top of her, hugging her and squealing.

It's time to announce Prom King and when Jungkook is called up, no one is surprised either, but everyone is excited.

Jimin can't help but feel proud, screaming Jungkook's name when he jogs up to stage and accepts the crown. He looks like he was built for the throne, all roguely handsome with a glittering plastic crown on his head, and a crowd cheering for him.

"Baby!" Jungkook screams, beckoning for Jimin to get on the stage.

Laughing, Jimin joins him, sitting on his lap and presses their lips together, grinning while he kisses Jungkook and most of the crowd goes wild.

Jungkook jokingly surrenders his throne to the girls soccer team, he insists on carrying Jimin in his arms, who just screams and flails until he puts him down, though he's secretly loving every second of it.

Beaming, Jungkook pushes his boyfriend against the wall, the crown lopsided and his hair ruffled, he kisses Jimin again, slowly and passionately.

And for a brief second, Jimin wonders if this is what love is supposed to feel like.
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