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This was all Jimin's fault. He'd convinced Jungkook to go this party, saying it would make him feel better. In a moment of weakness, he'd even allowed Jimin to choose his outfit for the night, style his hair and do his make up.
Jungkook wasn't sure how attending this party was going to improve his foul mood of the past few weeks. Especially since the cause of said bad mood was most likely going to be there. Kim Taehyung. Devastatingly handsome, school badboy, and general pain in Jungkook's ass. Kind of.
Taehyung had been flirting with him relentlessly for weeks. Every opportunity he got, he seemed to appear out of nowhere, badgering Jungkook with lewd comments and inappropriate touches in the hallway. Jungkook had repeatedly shoved him off, but as time went on and Taehyung's advances showed no signs of waning, Jungkook's defences had been worn down. No boy had ever shown interest in him like that before, and it was oddly flattering. He'd found himself lingering at his locker and in the hallways of their school between lessons, hoping to run into Taehyung.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Taehyung backed off. Jungkook could now walk down the hallway without being accosted. Could get into his locker without having someone leaning on it. Could bend down to tie his shoelaces without having someone wolf whistle and wink at him as they walked past.
Taehyung's attention had turned to someone new. Several people, in fact. Jungkook watched as he began talking to other guys, and girls. Leaning on their lockers, flirting with them like he would with Jungkook.
Jungkook wasn't entirely sure why Taehyung moving on was affecting him so much. He'd made it quite clear that he didn't return Taehyung's feelings, but that had turned out to be a complete lie. The jealousy he felt when Taehyung was no longer interested had taken him by surprise. While he had certainly grown to enjoy the attention, he also found himself genuinely wanting to spend time with the older boy. He clearly saw something in Jungkook that no-one else did, so when he backed off, it had hurt.
It was this lack of attention from Taehyung that led Jungkook and Jimin to Jimin's bedroom one Saturday evening, going through Jimin's wardrobe to find outfits for the party later that night. Jimin was pulling out items of clothing that were frankly alarming Jungkook.
'Jimin, no. I'd look ridiculous. I want him to think I'm hot, not that I charge by the hour.'
Jimin pouts as he returns the black leather harness back to his wardrobe.
'But you'd look so good!'
'I'm not wearing it! Why do you even own something like that?!'
Jimin grinned. 'For activities that an innocent bunny like you couldn't even begin to comprehend.' Jungkook hastily changed the topic.
They'd eventually compromised on an outfit that Jimin claimed he'd wear to a family gathering, but was way out of Jungkook's comfort zone. He was wearing black jeans, so tight that he struggled to sit down in them. When he had reappeared out of the bathroom after getting changed, Jimin clapped his hands together with glee. 'Who knew you had an ass under all those layers!'
Jimin had then thrown a white shirt at Jungkook, and told him to hurry the fuck up.
It was this series of frankly poor decisions that had led Jungkook to where he was currently - sat in the front seat of Jimin's car, wiping his hands nervously down the skin tight black jeans he had borrowed from his friend. 'I swear to god if you stain those, you're buying me new ones.' Jimin threatened teasingly. Jungkook smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. The jeans were much tighter than he was used to, and the constricting nature of his clothes was not helping with his nervousness. Why was he doing this? He thought desperately. Wearing Jimin's clothes isn't going to change the fact that Taehyung wasn't interested anymore. 'I can practically hear you thinking from here.' Jimin looks at his friend with concern. 'Don't sweat it, Jungkook. Go in, have fun! You look fucking gorgeous. Taehyung won't be able to resist you.' He squeezes Jungkook's hand in reassurance.
Jimin parked his car at the end of the road, lucky to find a space on the packed street. Walking up to the house, Jungkook could feel his heart beating a mile a minute. Jimin held firmly onto his hand, ensuring he couldn't run away. They weave through the people milling round outside and head into the house.
Taehyung is stood talking with friends leaning in the corner. When his eyes land on Jungkook, his mind goes blank. He knows he is unattractively staring at the young boy, but he can't bring himself to care. He looks different. His eyes roam round his entire body, taking in the skin tight black jeans, white shirt with lace collar tied round his throat. His deep brown eyes are lined with eyeliner, dark brown eyeshadow smoked out on his eyelids. He looked fucking hot. He couldn't believe this was the adorable boy he'd been flirting with for the past couple of months. Jungkook smirks, happy to see his makeover is having the desired effect. Well, he thinks it is. Jimin in his infinite wisdom had convinced him to not wear his glasses, stating they would ruin his make up. Jungkook had secretly stowed them in his coat pocket, but in the meantime everything is kind of a blur.
As the evening wares on, the colourful alcoholic sugary drinks Jimin had given him to begin with had given way to numerous shots of hard liquor. With every drink, Jungkook became more confident, and even more determined to make Taehyung jealous. He'd giggled at stupid jokes that some of the basketball team had made, and complimented them on their frankly terrible beer pong skills. Throughout the night, he could feel Taehyung's eyes burning into him, following him round the room.
When one of the football team - a tall muscular guy with dyed blonde hair - pulls him into the centre of the dance floor, Jungkook doesn't resist. He makes eye contact with Taheyung from across the floor as the older man's arms wrap round his waist, and he begins to move his hips in time to the pulsing beat of the music.
Taehyung's stare hardens, and he grabs hold of the girl he had been flirting with earlier. He whispered in her ear, and starts to place open mouthed kisses along her neck. She closes her eyes with pleasure at his actions, moving her head to the side, giving him more access. He maintains eye contact with Jungkook throughout, his eyes narrowing whenever Jungkook's dance partner alters his grip on his waist.
As the song finishes, the blonde footballer squeezes him on the shoulder and whispers into his ear.
'Thanks for the dance, but my girlfriend is coming back now.' He smirks and walks off, leaving Jungkook alone in the middle of the dance floor.
Red hot embarrassment and hurt floods Jungkook, as he's left with nothing to distract him from watching Taehyung leave hickeys all over the neck of this random girl, not noticing Jungkook was now alone.
He feels like an idiot. Trying to impress someone who clearly wasn't interested anymore, who was currently with someone else. It was such a mistake coming here.
He wanted nothing more than to go home, take these stupid clothes off, and cry. A lump forms in his throat as he attempts to stop the tears prickling his eyes from spilling down his cheeks. He forces his way off the make shift dance floor, blindly rushing towards the stairs. He prays Taehyung won't see him.
Taehyung saw everything. Oh fuck. This has gone too far. He roughly shoves the random girl off of him, and runs up the stairs.