Yoongi wasn't drunk, though he could feel himself becoming a little tipsy.

He tossed back his drink and pushed himself off the wall, heading back to the kitchen to grab another.

After all, what else was there to do at a party that you didn't want to go to in the first place but your extrovert friend dragged you out to and then left you at to go hook up with their ex who they just found out was also at the party?

The multicolored lights were flashing and the bass was thumping as he rounded the small island in the kitchen, heading to the fridge to grab a new drink.

Couples were kissing on the counters and Yoongi scowled, feeling single and bitter as he twisted his little body around them.

A boy was leaning against the fridge when Yoongi got there, scrolling on his phone with one hand, and his other held a pink drink. His hair was silver, peeking out from under a black fedora. His outfit was black and shimmery, one knee bent as his foot pressed against the sleek fridge door.

"S'cuse me." Yoongi muttered, yanking on the fridge handle despite the boy still being in the way.

The boy chuckled, straightening up as he pocketed his phone. "Damn, someone's eager to fuel their alcoholism."

"Better Jameson than juice." Yoongi nodded at the boys drink.

The boy held it up and gave a laugh. "What, you've never had a pink hurricane before?"

Yoongi hadn't, but he didn't want to seem stupid in front of this pretty, suave boy.

"Not my style." He lied, reaching into the fridge to pull out a can of beer.

It was gross, he didn't like beer, but all the better drinks had been taken already and this was what was left.

He popped the tab open, taking a sip in hopes that he was drunk enough to not taste things properly anymo-

"Eulgh!" He winced, letting the drink dribble out of his mouth at the grainy taste. He scrubbed his lips, and then his tongue, with the back of his hand.

Fuck this. He wanted to go home to his cats and his bed, but his friend was his ride.

The boy chuckled again. "Don't torture yourself, pretty. Have some of this."

He held out his drink, angling the straw towards Yoongi.

Yoongi looked the drink over, deciding it actually looked good, with its ice cubes and sprig of mint. Couldn't be worse than this cheap canned beer.

Ah, but what if it was drugged with something?

Aw, what the hell.

He leaned in, wrapping his lips around the straw and sucked.

"Name's Jimin, by the way." The boy watched him, smirking as Yoongi took a small sip, then a larger one, and then two more, and then Yoongi was sucking up nothing.

"Sorry." He said when he pulled back, still tasting the sparkling drink on his tongue. "Nice to meet you though. I'm Yoongi."

"Not your style, eh?" The boys eyes twinkled.

Yoongi shrugged, too drunk to care about arguing.

"You're welcome, pretty." The boy smiled, his puffy lips as pink as the drink had been. "Come back when you're ready for another, Yoongi."

Yoongi nodded, knowing he definitely would be coming back.

To get that drink as well as to see Jimin again.

-

Heading back to the living room, where the party was in full swing, Yoongi heard cheering and he steered himself over to investigate.

People had formed a circle around a boy, whooping and pulling out their phones to record as he danced.

Yoongi pushed himself to the front, watching with rapt eyes the boy moved his body in ways Yoongi didn't know was possible.

His dick stirred in his jeans at the way the boys grin shone, powered by confidence and happiness to be in what was clearly his element.

The boy did a flip, landing right in front of Yoongi.

Yoongi was too stunned- and drunk- to step back.

"Well hello." The boy beamed, rubbing his hands together. "Wanna dance?"

Yoongi shook his head. Even wasted, he knew he couldn't dance.

"Oh come on, I need a partner." The boy insisted, taking Yoongi's hand as he walked backwards, pulling Yoongi onto the dance floor.

Yoongi stumbled, splashing the beer onto his hand as the boy brought him to the middle of the circle.

Cheers went up from the people surrounding them, and Yoongi's face flushed.

He should be laying in bed, curled up with his cat as he scrolled through Instagram and Twitter, not in the middle of a dance circle with a cute boy who was a dance master.

He was going to look like an idiot.

Before he could bolt out of there, however, the boy cut in front of him, swaying to the music, matching the beats as well as the pulsing of the changing colors.

Yoongi stared, mesmerized by the way the colors splashed over the boys white shirt, how he seemed to be in a different position every second.

"Give it a try." The boy gave him an encouraging smile, and Yoongi found himself starting to move, copying the boy.

"There you go!" The boy laughed, making his moves more simple for Yoongi follow.

Yoongi kept his eyes on the boy, matching the boys movements with steadily growing confidence. His anxiety melted away, leaving room for carefree fun to trickle in.

After a few moments, Yoongi started moving to his own beats, spinning around, raising his arms above his head, spilling the drink and not caring at all.

The crowd was still cheering, encouraging him on.

The song changed then, going from a pop song to a heavy bass club beat.

The boy pressed himself against Yoongi's front, one hand on the boys small waist.

"I'm Hoseok." He introduced, moving his hips in small, tight circles against Yoongi as he danced them around the ring.

Yoongi's grip on his drink nearly crushed it. "Yoongi."

"Cute. You're cute, Yoongi. I like dancing with you."

"You're hot." Yoongi slurred, tripping over his feet.

Hoseok laughed. "Maybe you should put that drink away and get some water. Let me know if you feel like throwing up, okay?"

"I do."

"Huh?"

"I'm gunna throw up."

"Oh." Hoseok released him and stepped back as Yoongi quickly turned and shoved people out of his way as he ran out of the circle.

Hoseok watched him go, frowning for the first time that night.

-

Yoongi sighed as he finally set the fake plant down, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

His headache pounded to the beat of the bass.

Sure, it had been a bad idea to run to the DJ booth to vomit, but he didn't know where the bathroom was in this place, nor did he think he would have made it there in time.

"First time?" A voice called, and Yoongi opened his eyes to see the boy behind the booth smirking at him.

"No." He scowled, getting to his feet.

"You must be done drinking tonight then, I assume?"

Yoongi shook his head, then tried not to vomit again.

"Then come drink with me." The boy bobbed his head to the music as he poured out two shots.

Yoongi climbed onto the stage, head pounding at the loud music as he took the drink.

"Cheers." The boy held out his glass and Yoongi clinked them together, before both boys tossed them back.

"So what are you doing here?" The DJ asked as he poured them another round.

"Looking for my friend." Yoongi had to shout to be heard.

"Now why would your friend leave someone as gorgeous as you all alone?"

"You just saw me puke my guts out into a fake plant." Yoongi took the second shot. "You can't find me gorgeous."

"But I do." The DJ winked, and Yoongi felt his face flush, which he covered up by tossing the shot back.

"Well, I'm on my way to go find him." Yoongi explained. "He found out his ex was here so they're either having hate sex or killing each other."

The DJ nodded. "The only two options."

Yoongi was ready to go home. "See ya. Thanks for the drinks."

"Wait." A hand grabbed Yoongi's. "You just got here!"

Yoongi yanked his hand back. "I've been here for like two hours, my guy."

"I mean, I just met you. Stay. Just for a little longer." The boy pleaded, puppy dog eyes working over time.

Yoongi sighed. "I have to go find my friend."

"He's probably upstairs. You can go there any time. Do a song with me, just one, please?"

Yoongi looked the boy over.

He was cute- handsome even. Long, dark hair framing a perfect face and a voice deeper than the pounding bass.

"Alright." Yoongi gave in, blaming the shots.

The boy beamed a heart shaped grin, yanking Yoongi behind the table.

He explained what all the dials and buttons did, and Yoongi nodded along, immediately forgetting everything the boy was telling him.

"You try," the boy encouraged, pushing Yoongi up.

Yoongi blinked, staring at what looked like a control panel for an airplane.

He reached out and pressed a random button.

Immediately, a beat played from the large speakers behind him.

The boy nodded along to it. "Keep going."

Not knowing what he was doing, Yoongi pressed another button and turned up a dial.

A fast tempo joined the steady beat, and he could see the people in the crowd in front of them were dancing to it.

"You're good." The boy grinned, joining him at the table.

Together, they made a new sound, and Yoongi found himself having a great time with a complete stranger.

"What's your name?" The boy asked as he poured them more shots.

"Yoongi." Yoongi tossed it back, glad he could still remember his name.

"Nice. I'm Taehyung." The boy took his shot as well. "You're good at making music."

Yoongi shrugged. "Thanks."

"Ready for some more?" Taehyung slipped on a pair of headphones.

But Yoongi had to find his stupid friend so he could go home.

"Wait!" Taehyung gasped as Yoongi hopped off the stage.

But the cute little guy was gone.

-

Stumbling, Yoongi made his way past the sweaty bodies, pushing some people aside as he stomped up the stairs to the bedrooms.

"Namjoon!" He yelled, stumbling on the rug that ran down the dimly lit hallway, spilling some of the gross beer. Why was he even still carrying it? "Stop getting your stupid big dick wet and take me home!"

He kicked open the first closed door he saw and startled the boy who was pissing into the toilet.

"Hey!" The boy exclaimed. "What the fuck!"

"My bad, don't mind me." Yoongi let his gaze drop down to the boys dick, shamelessly staring.

"Yo- my eyes are up here." The boy snapped his fingers twice.

"Oh don't get an ego, I'm squinting." Yoongi tossed him the can, spilling most of it across the tiled floor.

The boy caught it, fumbled with it, then tossed it back. He finished, wiping his mouth as he yanked his pants up. "Got any more?"

"You like shit beer?"

"You were the one who had it." The boy went to the sink.

"Wow." Yoongi commented. "A young boy at a party who actually washes his hands? I've witnessed a miracle."

"You're being quite mean for someone who barged in on me." The boy reminded him.

"I didn't do anything your lawyers can prove."

The boy frowned. "I don't have a lawyer."

"All the more reason to shut your mouth then."

The boy chuckled. "You're feisty. I like that."

"Well, I don't like you."

"I didn't say I liked you, I said I like your personality."

Yoongi frowned, a little insulted. "So you hate me."

The boy laughed. "Jeez, kid."

"Kid? I'm '94!"

The boy grinned, showing off a cute set of white teeth that reminded Yoongi of a bunny.

"Your height says '00."

Yoongi scowled. "Fuck you."

"Sure, if you want."

"What?"

"I said sure."

"To what?"

"How many drinks have you had?"

"Eleventy teen."

"Take a cold shower." The boy advised, placing his hand on Yoongi's shoulder as he passed him, and Yoongi noticed the tattoo's on the boys hand.

"Fine. Shower with me."

The boy stopped. "I'm not drunk."

"So?"

Yoongi didn't know why he was arguing with a kid who was younger than him, or why he was inviting him to shower together in a strangers house.

Yes he did- the boys dick was impressive and Yoongi was horny.

"Next time." The boy shot him a wink.

Yoongi crossed his arms. "Do you know how many people have already hit on me? You're lucky I'm picking you! Ungrateful brat, how dare you-"

"I'm a minor."

Yoongi froze, seeing himself in an orange jumpsuit too clearly.

The boy burst into laughter. "I'm just kidding, wanted to see the look on your face."

Yoongi recovered and glared. "Well now the offers off the table. Because you gave me a heart attack."

"Fair. But you should hit me up when it's back on." The boy pulled out his phone. "What's your number?"

For some reason (dick), Yoongi gave the boy his number.

The boy left after saving it, and Yoongi wondered what he had to do to get laid here.

-

"Naaaaaamjooooooon!" He called, wandering down the hallway. "Drive me hooooome!"

He came up to a closed door and found it unlocked when he opened it.

It appeared to be empty, until he felt a breeze and looked up to see a boy at the balcony.

The fresh air felt nice, and Yoongi felt himself walking towards it before he became aware that he was moving.

The boy looked over his shoulder as Yoongi approached.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Yoongi peered over the railing, looking at the backyard below. It was decorated with lights and some people were milling about down there.

"Can I help you?" The boy asked as Yoongi silently stood in his personal space.

Yoongi looked the boy over.

"You're hot."

The boy laughed. "Thanks, I know."

"What's your name?"

"Seokjin."

"Hot. I'm Yoongi."

"Hey Yoongi."

"Hi Seokjin."

Seokjin chuckled. "You've had a few drinks, huh Yoongi?"

"It's a party." Yoongi defended himself.

"I'm glad you're having fun, then." Seokjin turned to face the smaller boy, and Yoongi took in just how beautiful Seokjin really was.

Tall, perfect skin, red lips, beautiful dark eyes.

"Wow." Yoongi stared.

Seokjin smirked, reaching out to tilt up Yoongi's chin, leaning down to press a kiss to the boys pouty lips.

Sparks shot through Yoongi's body, stimulating his dick and making his drunk brain have be even more stupider.

Seokjin pulled back. "I'm heading home, but I hope I see you around, Yoongi."

Yoongi's lips still tingled as he watched the boy walk away.

"Wait!" He blurted out, finally remembering how to move. "Take me with you!"

But when he burst into the hallway, Seokjin was gone.

Desperate, Yoongi raced over to the next door, throwing it open and-

"Oof!" He crashed into a strong body and bounced back.

Was it Namjoon? Those muscles were pretty defined...

The lights were off in the room, and Yoongi couldn't make out the boy.

"Whoa there." A deep voice said. Was that Taehyung?

"What are you doing running around like you got a fire in your pants?"

A hand grabbed Yoongi's shoulder. That grip... Hoseok?

"Oh...I see." The boy chuckled.

Seokjin?

"You do have a fire in your pants." A hand pressed against Yoongi's front, feeling his semi hard dick through his pants.

Jungkook?

A pair of lips pressed against Yoongi's ear.

"Want some help with that, baby boy?"

Jimin?

The lips were suddenly kissing him and Yoongi decided he didn't care who it was, he was finally getting laid.

The door slammed shut behind them.