The doorbell was ringing for a long time. Jimin thought it was a dream but he was getting more and more awake and so was the sound of the doorbell.

He jolted awake.

Fuck!

He sprinted to get to the door. Just as he opened the man wearing a white uniform dress with a similar cap was standing in front of him.

Jimin's hair was all ruffled on his forehead and his eyes were puffy. It is when he saw a crisply dressed man in front of him he realized that he must be resembling a mad bull coming right out of a bullfight.

He tried to look presentable as he brushed his hair away. "Hello. How may I help?" His voice was hoarse from sleep.

"This is for you." The man handed him a sleek but big wide square box. It was 5 inches in height. Jimin took it involuntarily as he could not think straight for some time.

The man turned away and left. Jimin was trying to find anything on the box. A card, sender's name, anything at all. But nothing was there but the box was just tied by a sheen ribbon.

"But who sent it.. oh you are already gone." Jimin mumbled when his gaze trailed the man.

He brought the box back to bed and slowly removed the ribbons. Just as the box uncovered there was a red card that looked something like an invitation. He picked it up and read.

He turned the card and there it was. "Jungkook sent this." A little smile found its way on his lips.

He looked at the suit. It was blood red. "Oh dear lord! This is... breath-taking. Will it fit me? It looks expensive."

He looked at the time and it was 3 in the afternoon. "What? I guess that's why Jungkook sent this instead of us going shopping. He must have called me and I overslept."

He hurriedly rushed to take shower, tried on the suit. He was bewildered at how good a fit it was. It fit as Taylor made. He looked himself in the mirror and let's just cut the description to when Jungkook sees him. 

He took his time to get ready. He was feeling alive today. This was a new beginning of life for him and starting it with a much needed delicate and intriguing elegance was what he needed.

Jimin took his time to get ready. The whole two and a half hours to be exact. He was feeling tsundere today.

Jungkook's call made his eyes sparkle. He was feeling the zeal in his heart. This would be a party he attended after two years.

Hey!! Are you ready?

Yes, almost. Thanks for the suit. Where did you get it from?

Can we talk about it later?

Sure, I will be there before 7.

Take your time. Should I come to pick you?

No. I will come myself. I have googled, it is not very far.

Okay, as you wish. I have so many things to tell you.

All in good time?

Jungkook laughed. "Yes. Bye for now."

**

Jimin entered the place. There was a velvet red carpet sprawled across the floor till the entry gate. Surrounding either side of the carpets were light stands illuminating the red velvet carpet making Jimin feel like a celebrity walking through.

This place was magnanimous. Definitely not a place for regular people. An Ostiarius led Jimin to the main party hall. Everything was red. From the decoration of red roses to the people's dresses. Jimin looked around the room with amazement. The ceiling was too high that the golden embroidery could not be seen from the ground. The walls were white with gold polished scriptures running infinitely.  Jimin was admiring the elegance of it all when Jungkook spotted him.

//How did Jungkook manage to get the invitation? But again, he was born and brought up in Europe. I guess he has many friends.//

"Jimin!" He called out from a distance.

Jungkook was sporting a fiery red ensemble. His shirt was deep V neck with red and black animal print splashed sluggishly. His chest was exposed and he carried a long wavering chiffon shrug of beautiful black patches. His tight pants matched his overall attire. His long raven hair slicked back exposing his forehead.

He was manlier than manly. Redefining hotness so anyone would be begging on his knees to take him or her in front of this Jungkook. Jimin was feeling it.

Jimin had dramatic smoky eye make-up, giving a delicate feminine vibe, sporting a red suit paired with high heels, a long dramatic pearl earring, topped off by masculine undercut hair slicked back, just like Jungkook. He was symbolizing power, lust, and temptation. Jungkook was feeling it.

"You look ravishing." Both of them spoke in unison as they closed on the distance between them.

"How did you manage to get an invitation to a place such as this?" Jimin snickered.

"I will tell you everything. Let's grab drinks and some food first. I have not eaten the entire day." Jungkook dragged him to the bar counter. Servers were grabbling with finger food on their hands, stopping on the need basis of guests.

"To your success." Jungkook clinked his Tulip wine glass with Jimin's.

"Thanks." The intoxication was filling the air as they kept drinking one glass after the other.

The music was dancing its own dance in the room when Jungkook offered his hand to Jimin. "Is that it? You wanted to do Jazz with me and is that why am I here?"

"I wanted you to do Jazz with me. Not the other way around." Jungkook replied as he ushered the man to the nearest free spot on the dance floor.

"Oh, God! Jungkook! You are an amazing dancer. I guess I don't know many things about you." Jimin was chuckling at the way he was leading the shorter man with poise and agility.

"You never showed any interest in me." Jungkook cocked his brows at Jimin.

"Very well. I guess I deserve it so I will listen to it now." Jimin was guilty. They were laughing and dancing comfortably.

"You want to try Salsa?" Jungkook asked.

"The dance or food? I am an expert at both." Jimin sardonically replied.

"That makes two of us who hid things from each other. I did not know you danced this good." Jungkook eyes were sparkling with adoration and camouflaged love. They kept dancing for quite some time and then they left to eat and drink some more.

They kept laughing about the time how Jungkook fell sick because he took off his jacket for Jimin.

"Gentleman but not a smart man." Jimin said. Reminiscing down the memory lane they were engrossed. Jimin was losing his sense.

"Come on, let's dance some more." Jungkook offered and Jimin complied. He was ensnaring Jimin's fragrance.

They danced and when Jimin could not take it anymore he asked Jungkook to go outside.

"Let's go to the hotel terrace." Jungkook suggested. Jungkook was now supporting Jimin as he was a little tipsy.  Just as the cold air hit them, Jimin found himself buried down in Jungkook's chest. He gasped and the wind caused his eyes to tear up.

"Jimin" Jungkook called.

Jimin hummed in response. "Do you think you could give us a chance?" He asked in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked fixing his gaze at Jungkook.

"Us. Together." Jungkook explained by pointing his finger between them.

"I want to but I can't." Jimin replied.

"I am a rich guy." Jungkook told him with a straight face.

"How rich?" Jimin asked. Jungkook expected to get a reluctance from Jimin. Hell, he was even ready to get punches thrown at him but Jimin was rather calm. 

"It means that I have a lot of money." Jungkook said trying to scrutinize the real emotion behind his calmness.

"Do you own a private jet?" Jimin asked as he pulled back and started to walk backward and Jungkook's steps followed.

"No." Jungkook slightly chuckled.

"Can you afford it if you want?" He asked next as he kept walking back.

"Yes." Jungkook replied, nodding his head lightly.

Jimin hit the railing and almost fell when Jungkook screamed, "JIMIN."

He caught him just in time and pulled hard engulfing him in a hug. Both of their heartbeats were competing with each other.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook broke the hug and pulled the man cupping his face after a minute or so.

Two tears had managed to escape Jimin's eyes. Deftly stroking his cheeks by fingers, Jungkook wiped them. Jungkook got surprised when Jimin kissed him. He just froze, dazed under the kiss, not knowing what should he do? Soon after, he kissed back and immediately it became heated as Jungkook pulled Jimin up by supporting his hips and walked to the elevator without breaking the kiss. 

**

Okay, so they are gonna get laid tomorrow officially making all my stories 'Mature' except one. Damn me. No, Not me. My enemies be damned.

Next update tomorrow, as promised!