Whenever I want pancakes, I write them in somewhere. Anyway, I'm an iGOT7 and sort of an EXO-L as well so #StopTheFandomWars

(Go Go)

"Wow."

Someone took off his blindfold and Jimin could see where they had taken him. It was amazing. It was a huge modern, elaborately decorated room with a water feature and a crystal staircase. It looked like something straight out of Stark Tower. The windows covered almost the entirety of one wall and looked out onto the glittering city far below them. There was a shining bar and white leather couches dotted around the room. Jimin was awe-struck.

"You did all this…for me?" he asked incredulously. His friends laughed.

"Of course, you idiot! Happy birthday, Jiminie!" Namjoon smiled. Seokjin threw a bag at him and Jimin caught it.

"Go into that room and put this on. There's some makeup in there too because you're gonna have to look good for this party." Jimin giggled. He was so excited and he ran into the room behind him. This was more than anyone had done for him. He had no idea who else was coming, but the security out front looked pretty extensive, although that might just have been for them.

He looked through the bag and got out the outfit they had prepared for him. He smiled. It was a low cut black silk shirt, leather pants and a sparkling, silver, sequined jacket. Leave it to his friends to make him look as extra as possible. He threw on the clothes, carefully styled his hair, applied a bit of makeup and some dark eyeliner and looked in the mirror. He had to admit, he looked pretty damn good. Usually, he would steer clear of vain thoughts like that, but fuck it, it was his birthday, he could think what he wanted. Deciding to use that as his mantra for the night, he stepped back outside.

Music was playing and there were already about fifteen more people in the room. He recognised them as fellow idols or models or actors. He walked over to his friends.

"Damn, Jimin! You look hella good!" Jungkook exclaimed. Jimin blushed and the others nodded their agreement.

"Thanks, guys. Can I ask about the guest list for this party?"

"We invited everyone," Taehyung stated. Jimin tilted his head. "Everyone we could. This is the hottest A-list party in Korea right now. So, I mean, enjoy it."

Jimin walked over to a few guests and said hi. They wished him a happy birthday and he went to get a drink from the bar. More celebrities had milled in and the room was getting louder. Hoseok nodded to Yoongi, who disappeared. A shout went up from Jungkook as he saw Yugyeom walk in the door, along with half of GOT7. Jimin smiled and went to greet them. Jaebum apologised that the others were running late and Jackson immediately went to the bar with Jungkook and Yugyeom.

Jimin mingled amongst the famous guests for a while. He didn't even know a lot of them that well and he assumed they had been invited purely to up the status of the party. Feedback glared from a microphone somewhere and everyone cringed at the noise. Yoongi's voice came through the speaker.

"Sorry, sorry. Anyway, I think most of everyone's here now, so let's get this party started!" A cheer went up. There were no fewer than fifty people in the room and Jimin would probably not talk to most of them. "Raise your hand if you're a singer." A lot of people raised their hands. "Good, then this should sound decent for once. On the count of three, happy birthday to our Jiminie here. One, two, three!" The room burst into song. Jimin grinned and as the final harmony rang, he raised his glass and downed the rest of his drink. People laughed.

"Thank you! It's my birthday so everyone, have fun! Have we got some music?" he looked up at where he saw Yoongi stationed and knew that he probably wouldn't leave for the rest of the night. Yoongi smiled and hit a button. Upbeat music began to play and coloured lights streamed to the floor, giving the room a more party atmosphere, rather than a formal gathering.

The party was amazing. Jimin drank a lot and talked and laughed with the other guests. He danced with his own members and other bands, dancers and singers. At some point, he had an acrobatics competition with Mark from GOT7 and came very close to losing. Yeah, Mark was good. He wasn't as good as Jimin. Before Jimin could scold himself for thinking that, he remembered his motto for the night. You can think whatever you want.

Jungkook, Yugyeom and Hoseok joined them and Baekhyun and Jongin from EXO appeared from somewhere. Eventually, it turned into a dance off between BTS, GOT7 and EXO. Yoongi played a song from each group and the others would have to dance it. Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok danced to Hard Carry (GOT7), EXO danced to Boy in Luv (BTS) and GOT7 danced to Monster (EXO). They gained the audience of everyone in the room and there was a final dance-off between Jimin, Jongin and Mark at the end to determine the winner.

Everyone agreed it was Jimin, who was a little too drunk to think that it was probably because of his birthday. He went back to the bar where Namjoon and Jackson were having a drinking competition. He ordered another drink, not really caring what it was and looked around at the party. Everyone was famous and rich and drunk and dancing to Danger and Jimin was just happy. Taehyung sat down next to him.

"Yes, Jimin! I wish I could dance that well whilst drunk." Jimin smirked.

"You can and will. Let's go!" he didn't wait for his drink and dragged Taehyung onto the floor instead. The thing about a party full of idols is that to every song that plays, at least one person knows the choreography. That just makes it fun. Power by EXO played and Jimin and Taehyung danced as much as they could remember, freestyling the parts they didn't. When the song ended, they were dying of laughter at each other and stumbled back to the bar.

Jimin took his drink and Taehyung took about four consecutive shots. Jimin downed the rest of his drink in response. They locked eyes and ordered several more rounds of shots. Jimin was slowly losing the ability to think. He watched Taehyung throw back another shot and could not look away. Because he had never looked more attractive. His black hair damp and dishevelled, his jacket half off his shoulders, exposing some of his skin, eyeliner beautifully accentuating the deep brown in his eyes.

He took one more shot and then grabbed Taehyung's hand, remembering that he was allowed to think what he liked. And right now, he wanted to think about Taehyung. There were a few people on the stairs, but no one actually upstairs except for Yoongi, who was wearing headphones. So that's where he went. Once they were safely upstairs where no one was watching, Jimin pulled Taehyung close. He could smell the spirits on both of their breaths but he couldn't care less.

Jimin pulled Taehyung by the front of his shirt and kissed him. It was messy but heated and intense. Taehyung's tongue slipped into Jimin's mouth and Jimin welcomed it. His hands found Taehyung's hair and buried themselves in the black, soft locks. Taehyung's fingers slipped underneath Jimin's shirt and ran across his waist and up his back. Taehyung stepped back and sat on the couch behind him, pulling Jimin down to straddle his lap.

They broke apart for a minute to just look at each other, breathing heavily. Holy hell, Taehyung was beautiful. Jimin was proud of himself for not kissing him sooner. Right now, however, that was all he wanted to do. He dived back at Taehyung's lips and bit them slightly, drawing a moan from the younger that he felt rather than heard. Taehyung's hands moved further up Jimin's back and Jimin shivered when he felt nails scratch at his skin. He did not want to let this go.

Suddenly, Taehyung retracted his hands and his lips and pushed Jimin off him. Jimin stumbled away and watched Taehyung walk down the stairs without a second glance. Jimin blinked. He didn't know what had happened but he guessed that was over. He shrugged, a little annoyed and sad at the loss, but he straightened his clothes, fixed his hair and skipped downstairs. He didn't see Taehyung for the rest of the night after that. He managed to have fun without him; he danced with Hoseok and drank with Seokjin and probably passed out drunk on one of the couches.

When he woke up, he was in his bed with a searing headache. He sat up slowly and shut his eyes against the light. He reached for the water that he knew would be on his bedside table and drank, the cool liquid soothing his throat that had been burnt by the alcohol. It took him a while to realise that Seokjin was standing in his doorway smiling at him.

"Wow. Did you have a good birthday?" he asked and Jimin smiled, remembering bits and pieces of the dance off.

"Yeah. That was awesome! We're so doing that again for your birthday." Seokjin laughed.

"Fine, but you're chipping in this time. That was expensive as hell," he said and left the room. Jimin felt a little guilty but ultimately had no regrets. That was one of the best nights of his life, even if he didn't remember all of it. A soft knock on the door got his attention. He told them to come in and Yoongi shut the door behind him. He sat down on Jimin's bed and ran a hand through his hair.

"You need to talk to Taehyung," he stated bluntly. Jimin frowned,

"Why? Did something happen?" Yoongi stared at him.

"Yes. Obvio- do you not remember that?" he asked incredulously. Jimin thought back but drew a blank.

"No. Seriously, what happened?" Yoongi sighed,

"He's upset and he won't talk. I think I'm the only one who's noticed because he hasn't left his room but you need to talk to him as soon as possible. He left early last night without saying anything. You're seriously telling me you don't remember why?" Jimin shook his head and Yoongi continued,

"I watched it from the balcony-upstairs-bit. You danced together for a bit and then took like five shots each. You grabbed Taehyung's hand and dragged him up the stairs to where I was, but there was no one else. No one else was even watching. Then you fully made out for like two songs and I put them loud. In the end, Taehyung pushed you away and left. You just acted like nothing happened and went back to dancing. Do you remember any of that?"

Jimin was frozen. What the hell had he done? He closed his eyes and willed himself to remember. When he remembered the taste of Taehyung's lips, the feeling of his tongue, the sound of his moan, he opened his eyes.

"I need to talk to Taehyung." Yoongi signalled to the door and Jimin got up and left. He walked to Taehyung's room and didn't knock. He didn't expect an answer. He looked in to see Taehyung lying on his bed, facing away from the door. Jimin went over and sat down. Taehyung didn't stir.

"Tae, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, that was so wrong and I'm sorry." He didn't know if Taehyung was awake or not but he still wanted to apologise.

"I didn't want to go," Taehyung said quietly. "I didn't want to leave like that but I had to. Of course I did. I couldn't stay letting myself pretend that you liked me back. So I left. Do you understand why I still can't talk to you?"

"No," Jimin answered. Taehyung sat up and looked at Jimin with red eyes that might have been from fatigue. Probably not, though. "Taehyung, that was 100% the best kiss I've ever had in my life. I don't care that I was drunk. I can still feel you on me and I don't want to let that go." Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"Jimin we were both incredibly drunk. Stop pretending that you remember it because if you think I'm a good kisser, you're clearly lying." Jimin tilted his head.

"You're right. Maybe you need to remind me."

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Yes." Jimin leaned in and pressed his lips quickly to Taehyung's. The kiss was gentler and Jimin could feel Taehyung's soft lips against his and he felt complete again. Taehyung's hand pushed on the back of Jimin's neck and made him go deeper.

"Hey, I said talk, not kiss," Yoongi smirked from the doorway, forcing the two away from each other, blushing furiously. "Nah, it's fine. Do what you want, but there's breakfast in the kitchen if you want it." Yoongi left and Jimin looked at Taehyung. They shrugged and went to get breakfast. When they walked out into the main room, Hoseok was talking to Mark and Jongin on the couch. That wasn't supposed to happen. It seemed that Jimin just hadn't noticed them before.

"Hey, guys. Nice to see you, but how are you allowed to be here?" Taehyung asked. Hoseok shrugged.

"We did a trade. Namjoon and Jungkook went to JYP so we got Mark. We thought you went back to SM with Junmyeon so we got Jongin. The other two should be back soon but it seemed rude to let this lot leave without breakfast so we made pancakes." Jongin held up his plate. Jimin and Taehyung went to get pancakes from Seokjin. They sat down and the door opened.

"Wait, they get pancakes? They didn't give us pancakes! Seokjin-hyung, can I have pancakes? Don't give them any, though," Jungkook whined, shooting a glance back to Yugyeom and Jackson. Namjoon smiled and walked in.

"Mark, your weird sons are here to pick you up," he said and Mark smiled,

"Cool. Thanks for breakfast, Seokjin. Jongin, do you want a ride back to your dorm?" Jongin put down his plate and nodded.

"Yeah, thanks, that'd be great. I guess since no one's actually over at our dorm from here. You can pick up JB and Junior while you're there as well." He smiled at the death glare from Jackson. "Kidding. I know it's Jinyoung, it's just funny. (I love you Jinyoung, but it low key is). Let's go." The three left after saying goodbye to everyone and shut the door behind them. Everyone was back where they should be: BTS at Bighit, GOT7 at JYP, EXO at SM, and Jimin's hand holding Taehyung's.

(Sorry if you aren't an iGOT7 or an EXO-L, but you should be.)
(GOT7: Jaebum=JB EXO: Jongin=Kai, Junmyeon=Suho)