The music blared throughout the house. Sweaty high school teens crowding the room. Some grinding on each other. Others drinking alcohol or doing some type of drug. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. Except for one.

Jimin sat quietly on the couch, playing with the rim of his cup. He really hated Taehyung and Jungkook at the moment. They had dragged him out to a party, claiming Jimin didn't get out enough, only to ditch him within minutes of them being there.

Bastards Jimin couldn't help but think. The worse part of it all was Jimin had no way home without them. He didn't know anyone there.

Maybe that's what had attracted Yoongi to him that night. He was all alone. Yoongi took that as his opportunity.

"Hey, why are you all alone?" He yelled over the music. The silver hair boy looked up at him. He gave him the most innocent confused look the older had ever seen. Cute he had thought.

The silver hair boy cupped a hand around his ear indicating he hadn't heard him. Yoongi leaned on closer repeating the question. He almost regretted asking once the question had set off the younger into telling him the story of his idiots he called his best friends dragging him here and then quickly abandoned him.

Conversation began and became endless after that. They talked about the most random things that they would later question how it had come up in the conversation. They laughed endlessly at the most random things.

The drinks in both of their hands almost full and forgotten. Both becoming extremely touchy with each other.

"Hey, do you maybe want to go upstairs to my room?" Yoongi suddenly asked.
The younger of the two bit his lip weighing out his options. He was that innocent and knew exactly what would happen if he agreed. It wasn't the type of thing he would do but this was Min Yoongi.

This was the boy he's had in his classes for the past four-years. He spent the first two-years secretly staring at him to shy to actually talk to him. Of course his middle school crush has gone away but now that the opportunity had presented itself he couldn't help but want to take it.
"Yeah, okay." Jimin smiles taking the brunette's hand letting him lead the way to the bedroom.

Yoongi took a key out of his pocket unlocking the door. Jimin raised his eyebrows at that. "What? I don't want people fucking on my bed." He shrugged letting the boy in.

"Fair enough." Jimin mumbled wrapping his arms around the boy's neck. What do I do? Jimin felt awkward never doing anything like this before. He just hoped Yoongi would take control.

Which the older did, thankfully. He gripped the boy's hips pulling him closer and softly pecking the silver hair boy's lips a couple of times before finally kissing him properly. He quickly became addicted to the soft plump lips that were on his. His hands slowly trailing down until they were inside Jimin's back pockets, squeezing. Jimin gasps at the feel, Yoongi taking the opportunity to let his tongue into the boy's mouth.

A small whimper leaving the sixteen-year old's lips. Yoongi smirked at the noise and slowly began to back the boy towards the bed.

The back of Jimin's knees hit the back of the bed. He's gently pushed on the bed. The older crawling on top of him, lips attacking his neck. Breathy moans leaving his plump lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yoongi asked. His hands ready to unbutton his pants once gets the ok.
Jimin gulped. Was he sure? There was something in him telling him to not go through with it. "Yeah, I'm sure."

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"Suga?"

Yoongi looked up to his mom. "What's got you so distracted?"

Yoongi stayed quiet. The tip of his ears turning a shade of red after realizing he had thought of that night. He shrugged his shoulders, moving his food around with his fork.

"You know you can tell us any-"

"I got someone pregnant." He blurted out.

His father began choking on the water he was drinking.