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for everyone: it's on you
Title: it’s on you
Recipient: Everyone
Pairing: V/Jungkook
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2150
Summary: In a list of Jungkook’s Bad Decisions, having Jimin organise his coming of age birthday party is near the very top.
Author's notes: Hi recipient! I was really excited to be a part of btsx this year and your prompts were lovely. I hope you enjoy this fic and I’m sorry it ran away from the prompt a little!
According to Park Jimin, there are three steps to a good party: food, alcohol and a whole lot of people.
In a list of Jungkook’s Bad Decisions, having Jimin organise his coming of age birthday party is near the very top.
-
“It’s gotta be huge,” Jimin says, spreading his arms so wide that Hoseok’s fake frames are almost knocked off of his face. They’re the thin wire ones that seem like they’re going to get blown off any second, but Hoseok still pulls a face at the near miss.
“No it doesn’t,” replies Jungkook, voice even. “It has to be reasonable. My parents would kill me if I got arrested for being a public nuisance. Especially on my birthday.”
“Your parents don’t have to know,” Jimin points out. “I’m sure Seokjin could make Hyosang pay for all of our bail.”
Seokjin scoffs but says nothing to refute it.
Jimin looks at Jungkook expectantly and the youngest shakes his head.
“Is that a ‘no, why are you still trying?’ shake or an ‘I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this?’ shake?”
Jungkook shakes his head slightly again and squeezes his eyes shut, like it’ll make Jimin react less. “We have a budget,” Jungkook says, but Jimin’s already whooping in the background, like it’s his coming of age that they’re planning. “Stick to the budget. Stick. To. It.”
-
“God bless your soul,” Hoseok says as he collapses into his spot at the dining table.
It’s Friday which means Seokjin is hosting dinner, courtesy of Hyosang’s wallet. Credit also goes to Seokjin’s parents, for the pots he used, Namjoon, for cutting up the vegetables and Taehyung, for staying out of the kitchen (thank god).
“It’s not a cooking blog, hyung,” Jungkook says, sitting down with less drama. “But yeah, thanks for the food.”
Seokjin misses the first part of Jungkook’s sentence because he’s taking photos with his camera. “You’re welcome,” is his cheery reply and he pokes his head around the corner to call out the others.
“...at least one secret dick drawing on it.”
Donghyuk’s voice is undeniable as the rest of the guests trickle in from the study room. Technically, from what Jungkook’s heard, it’s the apartment’s second bedroom, but Hyosang had had it converted into a makeshift studio for his friends and himself to work in. Today, it’s been repurposed for party decorations which Jungkook had entrusted to Namjoon and his team.
“Do I want to know?” Jungkook asks as Taehyung sits across from him.
He piles up his plate with rice and waits for Taehyung to finish serving himself the pork-cheese-vegetable dish that Seokjin created. They swap the position of the plates and Taehyung smiles as he adds rice, then mushes his food all together.
“Probably not,” is his reassuring reply. Jungkook slumps a little in his seat. “It’s probably best that you stick to the activities and food planning. How did the grocery shopping go, by the way?”
“Did you find the soju I wanted?” Seokjin asks, reaching over to grab the rice for himself. “I swear we go through the bottle twice as fast as we should, even though that’s my cooking supply.”
Hyosang and Donghyuk seem to share a quick look and Seokjin continues on without mentioning it. “I think it really helps make the taste of the chicken in my dish better and-”
“We found it, hyung,” Hoseok interrupts. “Don’t worry. Soju has been bought, plus soju for drinking, and there was a sale on makgeolli so I grabbed some for our favourite lightweights.”
“I’m not a lightweight,” protests Jungkook, eyes wide. He’s pretty sure he’s not, after that one time at Jimin’s house, where he spent half the night sweeping his friend’s fringe out of his eyes. Curse being the sober friend.
“I was more talking about Donghyuk,” Hoseok says, punctuated by Donghyuk’s offended hey, “but you can have some too, if you’d like.”
Taehyung pauses with the spoon half to his mouth. “What, like tonight?”
“At the party,” clarifies Seokjin. “Right, Yoongi?”
Yoongi shrugs a little, agreeable because he covets the title of Seokjin’s-most-trusted-to-be-a-responsible-adult friend. “It’s in like, three days, so you can probably wait.”
He goes back to eating after that and Jungkook has to commend his ability to ignore the chaos around him. The table is awfully cramped, Jungkook sitting elbow to elbow with both Hoseok and Seokjin, and Hyosang squeezed in at the end. Donghyuk is next along, then the opposite side is filled by Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung. Jungkook’s already had too many bruises from pointy elbows at their shared dinners in the past and somehow Yoongi always comes out unscathed.
Though, to be fair, it’s less crowded today.
“Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook finally asks as they’re packing up the food.
“Out doing… something,” is Taehyung’s very vague reply. He’s gazing at his phone like it has the answer and maybe it does, because as soon as Jungkook takes a peek, Taehyung steals it away.
“Uh, uh, uh,” tsks Taehyung. “Surprises. Don’t you love surprises?”
Jungkook looks at Taehyung with a straight face. “What do you think?”
Taehyung slips his phone into his pocket casually, shrugs. “I dunno… Maybe?”
And with that last word, his fingers dart out to tickle at Jungkook’s sides. It’s good that Jungkook’s only holding a cleaning cloth at the time because he practically writhes to escape the tickling, collapsing on the floor only to be straddled by Taehyung as he tries to elicit a laugh.
“Help, oh, my, god,” Jungkook says in between laboured breaths. “Jesus, Christ, Taehyung.”
“Just Taehyung is fine,” quips Taehyung, all without pausing in his tickle attack.
Jungkook is smart enough to understand tickle fight warefare and so goes still for a moment, surprising Taehyung enough to roll them over with a thud and trap Taehyung’s busily wiggling fingers in his own hands.
“Ha!” Jungkook cries triumphantly, face flushed and red.
“Hey, what’s going on he-” Hyosang’s voice cuts off as he rounds the corner. He looks a bit confused at the scene which, now that Jungkook thinks about it is a little… odd looking but takes it into his stride and coughs lightly.
“I heard a thud so Seokjin told me to investigate but if you’re done with the cloth, I’ll just take that and uh. Leave you two to it.”
“To what?” Taehyung says, expression puzzled. He sits up and that makes things slightly weirder because now Jungkook is practically sitting in Taehyung’s lap while Hyosang stares at them. “We’re just getting up.”
Jungkook takes that as a signal and tries to disentangle his legs from Taehyung’s without making any more noise or accidentally tripping over. By the time they’re both standing up straight, Hyosang’s gone, seemingly bored of watching them. It is his house but Jungkook’s so used to being there that he notices that their candelabra (a gift from Seokjin’s mum, when he moved in) is missing, as well as the right lamp from their living room.
He figures he could ask Taehyung why, who’s now headed to the door to let Jimin in, presumably, but Jungkook’s a little worried the answer will be that it’s a surprise.
-
“This is amazing!” Jimin shouts into Jungkook’s ear and Jungkook agrees enough to not flinch away from his soju breath.
It is pretty nice - someone had scrounged around to find a gas burner, Jungkook’s parents had funded the meat, Seokjin had supplied rice cake soup and other dishes. Taehyung and Jimin had supplied friends. Minwoo, Hyosang and Donghyuk had dibs on the music. Namjoon had somehow acquired a helium balloon set up. Hoseok had bought a cake and Yoongi decorated it carefully before transporting it to the park.
There’s enough people that it’s not too awkward and enough alcohol to forget that, even if it was. Jungkook’s had a glass or two of makgeolli, plus a shot of soju, so he’s barely feeling buzzed. Taehyung, on the other hand, has had a shot for almost every time he’s added food to his plate, and it seems like Jimin’s trying to match him, so Jungkook has the pleasure of his two closest friends being almost plastered - both in the alcohol sense, and plastered onto him.
“Love it,” says Jimin, quieter this time. “Love this. Love you, happy birthday!”
He hugs Jungkook’s waist, head landing in his lap, and the balloon tied to his wrist bumps against Jungkook’s nose. It’s a little funny and Jungkook feels a spark of fondness rush through him.
“Thanks, Jimin hyung,” replies Jungkook, quietly. He puts his hand against Jimin’s head to reposition him comfortably but it turns out it’s not needed, because Jimin lets out a snore.
“I hope you like it,” says Taehyung and Jungkook turns to face him. “The party. And the centrepiece.”
Jungkook looks over to the nearby tables, where there’s some sort of artistic found-item sculpture that apparently is meant to look like his face. It’s spraypainted gold.
“It’s special,” Jungkook says, meaning every word. “I’m glad I have friends like you.”
Taehyung leans into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and snuggles in closer to the other two. “We’re glad to have you too.”
Here, out in the open park spaces, it’s almost easy to spot the brightest stars. Jungkook used to count them, when he was younger, count how many peeked out from the blanket of the night. Tonight, it’s almost pitch black, and a part of Jungkook wonders it’s because all the stars are here, with him.
Then Jimin snores loudly and Taehyung snorts a laugh and Jungkook thinks, maybe not. Or maybe he just needs a bit more alcohol to wash down the food and his thoughts. He says this to Taehyung who grins widely and, well, that’s one of the last clear memories from the rest of the night.
-
There has to be some correlation between Jimin’s parties and pantslessness. Jungkook had an idea of this for a while but now. Now he’s embroiled in the correlation himself and it’d be nice to remember how Taehyung and he ended up in bed together with barely any clothes and even less explanation.
He doesn’t really want to move (can’t much, with Taehyung’s arm around his chest) but Jungkook’s too aware of his hangover headache intensifying and the fact that his paracetamol is on the bedside table - on the other side of Taehyung. He squirms a little, tries to loosen Taehyung’s monkey grip on him and is surprised when the hold tightens a little.
“Sleep,” mumbles Taehyung, less asleep than Jungkook had thought. “Thoughts later. Cuddles later.”
“You’re cuddling me now,” Jungkook points out, in a low whisper. “Painkillers would be nice for my hangover now, too.”
At the word hangover, Taehyung seems to understand, groans quietly but loosens his arms so that Jungkook can take two tablets and gulp down some water afterwards. God bless his past self for remembering to put it out.
When he’s sat back though, Taehyung pulls him close and Jungkook all but freezes up.
The reaction is enough to wake Taehyung up fully and there’s a momentary pause for t-shirt fetching before conversation ensues. If Jungkook spends part of that pause appreciating how Taehyung looks, pottering around his room in boxers and not much else, well. It’s something they’ll have to talk about too.
-
“So you confessed, drunk, while Jimin cried on Yoongi’s shoulder.”
“He probably thought we were going to leave him single forever.”
“We?”
“Are we a ‘we’?”
“We can be... if you want?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Perfect.”
“Wonderful.”
“...can I take off your shirt now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
-
“Have you guys even talked about that night?”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at Yoongi. “Of course we have. We’re adults, we can figure it out on our own.”
“And it’s not awkward?” Jimin asks.
“No?” replies Jungkook. “We both like each other and told each other that. Just because we did it drunk the first time, and hungover the second, doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
Jimin looks like he might just burst a vein thinking too hard about it, and Yoongi’s returned to mucking around on his laptop but Seokjin’s still there, wiping a tear from his eye.
“So… beautiful…” he says, and Taehyung levels his look at him. Jungkook joins in, just for kicks.
By the time Seokjin notices, Jungkook’s eyes are watering from his glare, but it’s worth it for Seokjin’s tearful reaction. “I just. I’m so happy you’re all grown up.”
Taehyung blows a raspberry, as if just to prove him wrong, and Jungkook can’t help but laugh at it, enjoy the way Taehyung can always make him smile. He leans in to Taehyung, feels the warmth of him by his side and thinks that he could get used to this kind of thing.
Recipient: Everyone
Pairing: V/Jungkook
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2150
Summary: In a list of Jungkook’s Bad Decisions, having Jimin organise his coming of age birthday party is near the very top.
Author's notes: Hi recipient! I was really excited to be a part of btsx this year and your prompts were lovely. I hope you enjoy this fic and I’m sorry it ran away from the prompt a little!
According to Park Jimin, there are three steps to a good party: food, alcohol and a whole lot of people.
In a list of Jungkook’s Bad Decisions, having Jimin organise his coming of age birthday party is near the very top.
-
“It’s gotta be huge,” Jimin says, spreading his arms so wide that Hoseok’s fake frames are almost knocked off of his face. They’re the thin wire ones that seem like they’re going to get blown off any second, but Hoseok still pulls a face at the near miss.
“No it doesn’t,” replies Jungkook, voice even. “It has to be reasonable. My parents would kill me if I got arrested for being a public nuisance. Especially on my birthday.”
“Your parents don’t have to know,” Jimin points out. “I’m sure Seokjin could make Hyosang pay for all of our bail.”
Seokjin scoffs but says nothing to refute it.
Jimin looks at Jungkook expectantly and the youngest shakes his head.
“Is that a ‘no, why are you still trying?’ shake or an ‘I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this?’ shake?”
Jungkook shakes his head slightly again and squeezes his eyes shut, like it’ll make Jimin react less. “We have a budget,” Jungkook says, but Jimin’s already whooping in the background, like it’s his coming of age that they’re planning. “Stick to the budget. Stick. To. It.”
-
“God bless your soul,” Hoseok says as he collapses into his spot at the dining table.
It’s Friday which means Seokjin is hosting dinner, courtesy of Hyosang’s wallet. Credit also goes to Seokjin’s parents, for the pots he used, Namjoon, for cutting up the vegetables and Taehyung, for staying out of the kitchen (thank god).
“It’s not a cooking blog, hyung,” Jungkook says, sitting down with less drama. “But yeah, thanks for the food.”
Seokjin misses the first part of Jungkook’s sentence because he’s taking photos with his camera. “You’re welcome,” is his cheery reply and he pokes his head around the corner to call out the others.
“...at least one secret dick drawing on it.”
Donghyuk’s voice is undeniable as the rest of the guests trickle in from the study room. Technically, from what Jungkook’s heard, it’s the apartment’s second bedroom, but Hyosang had had it converted into a makeshift studio for his friends and himself to work in. Today, it’s been repurposed for party decorations which Jungkook had entrusted to Namjoon and his team.
“Do I want to know?” Jungkook asks as Taehyung sits across from him.
He piles up his plate with rice and waits for Taehyung to finish serving himself the pork-cheese-vegetable dish that Seokjin created. They swap the position of the plates and Taehyung smiles as he adds rice, then mushes his food all together.
“Probably not,” is his reassuring reply. Jungkook slumps a little in his seat. “It’s probably best that you stick to the activities and food planning. How did the grocery shopping go, by the way?”
“Did you find the soju I wanted?” Seokjin asks, reaching over to grab the rice for himself. “I swear we go through the bottle twice as fast as we should, even though that’s my cooking supply.”
Hyosang and Donghyuk seem to share a quick look and Seokjin continues on without mentioning it. “I think it really helps make the taste of the chicken in my dish better and-”
“We found it, hyung,” Hoseok interrupts. “Don’t worry. Soju has been bought, plus soju for drinking, and there was a sale on makgeolli so I grabbed some for our favourite lightweights.”
“I’m not a lightweight,” protests Jungkook, eyes wide. He’s pretty sure he’s not, after that one time at Jimin’s house, where he spent half the night sweeping his friend’s fringe out of his eyes. Curse being the sober friend.
“I was more talking about Donghyuk,” Hoseok says, punctuated by Donghyuk’s offended hey, “but you can have some too, if you’d like.”
Taehyung pauses with the spoon half to his mouth. “What, like tonight?”
“At the party,” clarifies Seokjin. “Right, Yoongi?”
Yoongi shrugs a little, agreeable because he covets the title of Seokjin’s-most-trusted-to-be-a-responsible-adult friend. “It’s in like, three days, so you can probably wait.”
He goes back to eating after that and Jungkook has to commend his ability to ignore the chaos around him. The table is awfully cramped, Jungkook sitting elbow to elbow with both Hoseok and Seokjin, and Hyosang squeezed in at the end. Donghyuk is next along, then the opposite side is filled by Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung. Jungkook’s already had too many bruises from pointy elbows at their shared dinners in the past and somehow Yoongi always comes out unscathed.
Though, to be fair, it’s less crowded today.
“Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook finally asks as they’re packing up the food.
“Out doing… something,” is Taehyung’s very vague reply. He’s gazing at his phone like it has the answer and maybe it does, because as soon as Jungkook takes a peek, Taehyung steals it away.
“Uh, uh, uh,” tsks Taehyung. “Surprises. Don’t you love surprises?”
Jungkook looks at Taehyung with a straight face. “What do you think?”
Taehyung slips his phone into his pocket casually, shrugs. “I dunno… Maybe?”
And with that last word, his fingers dart out to tickle at Jungkook’s sides. It’s good that Jungkook’s only holding a cleaning cloth at the time because he practically writhes to escape the tickling, collapsing on the floor only to be straddled by Taehyung as he tries to elicit a laugh.
“Help, oh, my, god,” Jungkook says in between laboured breaths. “Jesus, Christ, Taehyung.”
“Just Taehyung is fine,” quips Taehyung, all without pausing in his tickle attack.
Jungkook is smart enough to understand tickle fight warefare and so goes still for a moment, surprising Taehyung enough to roll them over with a thud and trap Taehyung’s busily wiggling fingers in his own hands.
“Ha!” Jungkook cries triumphantly, face flushed and red.
“Hey, what’s going on he-” Hyosang’s voice cuts off as he rounds the corner. He looks a bit confused at the scene which, now that Jungkook thinks about it is a little… odd looking but takes it into his stride and coughs lightly.
“I heard a thud so Seokjin told me to investigate but if you’re done with the cloth, I’ll just take that and uh. Leave you two to it.”
“To what?” Taehyung says, expression puzzled. He sits up and that makes things slightly weirder because now Jungkook is practically sitting in Taehyung’s lap while Hyosang stares at them. “We’re just getting up.”
Jungkook takes that as a signal and tries to disentangle his legs from Taehyung’s without making any more noise or accidentally tripping over. By the time they’re both standing up straight, Hyosang’s gone, seemingly bored of watching them. It is his house but Jungkook’s so used to being there that he notices that their candelabra (a gift from Seokjin’s mum, when he moved in) is missing, as well as the right lamp from their living room.
He figures he could ask Taehyung why, who’s now headed to the door to let Jimin in, presumably, but Jungkook’s a little worried the answer will be that it’s a surprise.
-
“This is amazing!” Jimin shouts into Jungkook’s ear and Jungkook agrees enough to not flinch away from his soju breath.
It is pretty nice - someone had scrounged around to find a gas burner, Jungkook’s parents had funded the meat, Seokjin had supplied rice cake soup and other dishes. Taehyung and Jimin had supplied friends. Minwoo, Hyosang and Donghyuk had dibs on the music. Namjoon had somehow acquired a helium balloon set up. Hoseok had bought a cake and Yoongi decorated it carefully before transporting it to the park.
There’s enough people that it’s not too awkward and enough alcohol to forget that, even if it was. Jungkook’s had a glass or two of makgeolli, plus a shot of soju, so he’s barely feeling buzzed. Taehyung, on the other hand, has had a shot for almost every time he’s added food to his plate, and it seems like Jimin’s trying to match him, so Jungkook has the pleasure of his two closest friends being almost plastered - both in the alcohol sense, and plastered onto him.
“Love it,” says Jimin, quieter this time. “Love this. Love you, happy birthday!”
He hugs Jungkook’s waist, head landing in his lap, and the balloon tied to his wrist bumps against Jungkook’s nose. It’s a little funny and Jungkook feels a spark of fondness rush through him.
“Thanks, Jimin hyung,” replies Jungkook, quietly. He puts his hand against Jimin’s head to reposition him comfortably but it turns out it’s not needed, because Jimin lets out a snore.
“I hope you like it,” says Taehyung and Jungkook turns to face him. “The party. And the centrepiece.”
Jungkook looks over to the nearby tables, where there’s some sort of artistic found-item sculpture that apparently is meant to look like his face. It’s spraypainted gold.
“It’s special,” Jungkook says, meaning every word. “I’m glad I have friends like you.”
Taehyung leans into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and snuggles in closer to the other two. “We’re glad to have you too.”
Here, out in the open park spaces, it’s almost easy to spot the brightest stars. Jungkook used to count them, when he was younger, count how many peeked out from the blanket of the night. Tonight, it’s almost pitch black, and a part of Jungkook wonders it’s because all the stars are here, with him.
Then Jimin snores loudly and Taehyung snorts a laugh and Jungkook thinks, maybe not. Or maybe he just needs a bit more alcohol to wash down the food and his thoughts. He says this to Taehyung who grins widely and, well, that’s one of the last clear memories from the rest of the night.
-
There has to be some correlation between Jimin’s parties and pantslessness. Jungkook had an idea of this for a while but now. Now he’s embroiled in the correlation himself and it’d be nice to remember how Taehyung and he ended up in bed together with barely any clothes and even less explanation.
He doesn’t really want to move (can’t much, with Taehyung’s arm around his chest) but Jungkook’s too aware of his hangover headache intensifying and the fact that his paracetamol is on the bedside table - on the other side of Taehyung. He squirms a little, tries to loosen Taehyung’s monkey grip on him and is surprised when the hold tightens a little.
“Sleep,” mumbles Taehyung, less asleep than Jungkook had thought. “Thoughts later. Cuddles later.”
“You’re cuddling me now,” Jungkook points out, in a low whisper. “Painkillers would be nice for my hangover now, too.”
At the word hangover, Taehyung seems to understand, groans quietly but loosens his arms so that Jungkook can take two tablets and gulp down some water afterwards. God bless his past self for remembering to put it out.
When he’s sat back though, Taehyung pulls him close and Jungkook all but freezes up.
The reaction is enough to wake Taehyung up fully and there’s a momentary pause for t-shirt fetching before conversation ensues. If Jungkook spends part of that pause appreciating how Taehyung looks, pottering around his room in boxers and not much else, well. It’s something they’ll have to talk about too.
-
“So you confessed, drunk, while Jimin cried on Yoongi’s shoulder.”
“He probably thought we were going to leave him single forever.”
“We?”
“Are we a ‘we’?”
“We can be... if you want?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Perfect.”
“Wonderful.”
“...can I take off your shirt now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
-
“Have you guys even talked about that night?”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at Yoongi. “Of course we have. We’re adults, we can figure it out on our own.”
“And it’s not awkward?” Jimin asks.
“No?” replies Jungkook. “We both like each other and told each other that. Just because we did it drunk the first time, and hungover the second, doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
Jimin looks like he might just burst a vein thinking too hard about it, and Yoongi’s returned to mucking around on his laptop but Seokjin’s still there, wiping a tear from his eye.
“So… beautiful…” he says, and Taehyung levels his look at him. Jungkook joins in, just for kicks.
By the time Seokjin notices, Jungkook’s eyes are watering from his glare, but it’s worth it for Seokjin’s tearful reaction. “I just. I’m so happy you’re all grown up.”
Taehyung blows a raspberry, as if just to prove him wrong, and Jungkook can’t help but laugh at it, enjoy the way Taehyung can always make him smile. He leans in to Taehyung, feels the warmth of him by his side and thinks that he could get used to this kind of thing.