Chapter 7

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"That's what you're gonna wear? Careful that you don't get raped." Jungkook was referring to Jimin's see through top.

"I'll be careful. Thanks for worrying." He snarled back, but in a good natured way, before connecting one of the chains he had borrowed from Jungkook to his jeans so it was dangling on the side. He had to admit that he liked Jungkook's things.

"You look good." Jungkook was gone so quickly that Jimin wasn't even sure whether he had actually heard him say that or if he was just hearing voices.

He met Hobi right in front of the club, where a small line had formed. They had decided to meet there because the music inside was too loud to even exchange greetings. When Hobi spotted him he looked down Jimin's legs before going right back up to his see through top, giving him a whistle.

"That's hot. Wait, those look oddly familiar... don't tell me you stole Jungkook's chains. Do you wanna die?" Hobi asked with a dramatic gasp.

Jimin laughed. "I didn't steal them. I borrowed them. He literally picked them out for me."

"Making friends with the devil, I see. If at some point he decides to take over the world, whose side are you gonna be on?"

"The winning one of course, duh."

Not long after they were both moving around on the dance floor, Jimin simply enjoying the buzz of the drink he'd had prior and going more for groups of people rather than someone he could flirt with since he had no intention of taking anyone home.

After about thirty minutes, Hobi sent Jimin a message about how this rather flexible girl would be willing to take him home and about how he was a bad friend but what had to be done had to be done. Jimin wasn't really annoyed anyways. He'd gotten to know some new people and the night had been awesome so far.

So instead of getting angry over his friend doing what was normal at a club, he went to the bar to get himself another drink and ended up having a pretty interesting conversation with one of the girls sitting there. Conversation as in screaming in each other's ears and not understanding half of it but acting like you did.

They exchanged numbers too, maybe she lived closeby or even went to the same college.

After another few minutes he moved towards the dance floor again, but he started feeling a bit dizzy. Too dizzy for it to come from the small amounts of alcohol he had consumed. His parents had warned him often enough about the side effects of spiked drinks for him to recognize the signs right away. They had also told him exactly what to do if something like this ever happened.

Even though he was having a hard time, he quickly wrote a message he copy pasted and sent it to Hobi, Taehyung and Jungkook, just changing the name in hopes at least one of them would read it.

Then he walked back to the bar since he needed something to sit on, because the whole room was starting to spin. He felt sick to his stomach. Like he had to throw up any second... and pretty groggy.

Nevertheless he managed to order a glass of water from the bartender hoping that it might help with how hot he was feeling. For a while he simply sat there, forcing himself to breathe in and out slowly, trying to clear his head just enough to maybe ask the bartender to get him a taxi or something along those lines. But he couldn't gather the energy to open his mouth and tell him. The glass of water in his hand felt cool against his skin, but everything else felt like it burned.

And then there was a hand on his hip, someone talking to him. Jimin stared at his mouth that was forming words but they didn't reach his head. He couldn't comprehend what he was saying. And then he could feel himself being led out. For a second he felt panicked because where was this stranger taking him, but then that numbness settled over his brain again, making it so hard to focus on what was happening.

Jimin could feel his eyes dropping, when out of nowhere they came to an abrupt halt. Jimin forced himself to open his eyes again. He felt so tired. All he wanted was to just go to sleep.

He noticed Jungkook in front of him. Right there. So close he could even taste his musky smell on his tongue, mixed with alcohol and smoke. There was something soothing about it. He sighed tiredly, stepping forward in Jungkook's direction just to realize there still was that arm slung around his waist, holding him in place.

Jimin whined tiredly. He wanted to get to Jungkook. He didn't want to stay with that stranger.

Jimin's eyes were too slow to follow the actual movement, but suddenly Jungkook moved and the guy next to him finally lost his grip on Jimin and tumbled backwards. Jungkook shook his hand, clicking his tongue, before reaching out for Jimin and grabbing both of his shoulders. For the first time Jungkook's face wasn't completely motionless, instead there was worry written all over it.

A wide smile spread over Jimin's lips as he wrapped his arms around Jungkook and buried his face in Jungkook's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He just about could make the words out. He thought about it for a couple of seconds. He felt pretty okay. Dizzy but happy now that Jungkook was here. That creepy guy was no longer touching him.

Jungkook's tattooed arms were wrapped around him, but Jimin didn't feel anxious at the thought of those tattoos. Instead he felt save because Jungkookie was here to protect him.

A/N

Did I mention that I wrote the whole first part of this story in one night? 20 K words in one sleepless night. I was honestly surprised that what I wrote even made sense because I could not even remember what I wrote the day after😂

Shit happens💜

Anyways I'm squealing like a typical fangirl whenever I read this scene😂