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Rule 1 – Have fun.
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“Sorry, I don't want to go on a date with you,” Jungkook answered the boy standing in front of him sweetly.
“Oh...why not?”
Pretending to think, Jungkook leaned closer to the guy as he removed a bubblegum lollipop from his mouth.
“I don’t do dates,” He said cheerfully. “Dates are boring.”
“But you called me cute and kissed my cheek so I thought you liked me.” The guy looked utterly upset, and Jungkook would’ve felt bad for rejecting him, but he didn’t; breaking his heart was his goal all along.
“That didn’t mean I wanted to go on a date with you, silly,” Jungkook giggled. “Now shoo, I’d rather eat my lunch in peace.”
The guy, whom Jungkook didn’t even know the name of, turned to walk away in shame with his head hung and shoulders slouched.
Jimin only stared at Jungkook with his mouth hanging open, along with the rest of the people in the cafeteria.
“You didn’t have to let him down so harshly,”Jimin whispered once the boy had walked away. Jungkook only looked back at him with an unimpressed face.
“Was I meant to let him off with a kiss?” Jungkook teased. “Oh sorry, I really don’t want to go on a date with you cause you’re not my type but here have a kiss.”
“You know what I mean,” Jimin sighed. “You could’ve just let him down easily, maybe you could have been polite for once.”
“I’m always polite.”
“No you’re not.”
Jungkook frowned, his glossed lips forming into a pout as the neglected cup of yoghurt stood in front of him.
“Are you calling me mean?” Jungkook gasped.
“Yes because that’s what you are,” Jimin chastised, though he winced when his sentence came out harsher than he intended it to.
“You’re not mean, but you do have a tendency to lead people on then break their hearts at the last moment,” He tried again, opting for a nicer explanation.
“I don’t lead people on, they just fall in love with me, it’s not my fault!” Jungkook whined.“Besides, it’s fun.”
“Fun?”
“Um, yeah!” Jungkook nodded, causing the pink butterfly clips in his hair to move and shimmer under the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria.
“Let me get this straight, Jeon Jungkook, the quote on quote heartbreaker, goes around breaking people’s hearts because it’s fun?” Jimin inquired.
“Correct,” Jungkook clapped. “Actually, remove the part where you said I go around breaking people’s hearts.”
“But that’s literally what you do,” Jimin countered, only to get pointed at disapprovingly by Jungkook’s lollipop.
“No, they come to me and I’m nice to them, but they end up falling in love with me because I’m just that amazing.” Jungkook smiled.
“Oh lord.”
“Just because you’re boring and in a stable relationship doesn’t mean you get to piss on my lifestyle!”
“Don’t bring Namjoon into this!” Jimin gasped. “Look, I totally support your lifestyle because believe me, you’re the bitch everyone wants to be—including me!”
Jungkook beamed at the praise. Praise was one of the many things he liked, along with glittery lipgloss and low-waisted jeans.
“But please just be a tad bit nicer; if it was you in that situation how would you feel?” Jimin asked.
“Jimin, we both know I’d never get my heart broken,” Jungkook taunted.
“That’s a valid argument, but what if you do?” Jimin insisted.
“There is no what if, Chim,” Jungkook smirked as he threw the empty cup of yoghurt into the trash can near their table. “Everyone in this school loves me.”
“You know, if I didn’t know you as a person I’d think you were a brat,” Jimin teased.
“So what am I?”
“Still a brat,” Jimin snickered.
“Fuck you, I’ll make you do extra cartwheels in training today.”
“Jungkook, no I’m sorry!”
“Whatever.” Jungkook tried to sound annoyed but the playful smile on his face gave him away.
Jungkook was right. Everyone in that school loved him, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
✿
“What the hell?” Jungkook heard Jimin yell beside him. They were watching the basketball game and Namjoon, Jimin’s boyfriend, was accused of a foul wrongly.
Jungkook and Jimin shared a nervous glance as the crowd erupted in anger, yelling profanities at the referee. If anything, the player that pushed Namjoon was meant to be responsible for the foul, but that’s what typically happens when you play away from home.
They were used to it. Well, Jungkook was. Jimin still got pissed when his beloved Joonie was accused of anything, really. Something about love and overprotectiveness but Jungkook wouldn’t know because, believe it or not, he’s never been in an actual relationship. His life was all about low waisted jeans, having fun and lip gloss—there was no room for boys.
And he’d like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Boys were nothing more than a constant hassle you had to keep up with, a recipe for heartbreak. Jungkook didn’t need to go through that again; he was content with running around with different people for now.
But at that moment, he just had to make sure that Jimin didn’t yell at the referee like last time; they’d probably get points taken away for that again.
“Jungkook I literally want to punch him so bad right now,” Jimin seethed.
“Don’t, you’ll break your nails.”
“Seriously?” Jimin glared at him.
“What?” Jungkook asked. “Manicures are expensive, you know that!”
Jimin only rolled his eyes at Jungkook and turned back to the court, arms crossed as he shot glares at the referee. If looks could kill, the referee would definitely be on the floor right then.
Another uproar of the crowd caught Jungkook’s attention and this time it wasn’t an angry one, nor was it from Jungkook’s school.
He whipped his head back to the court to see someone from the opposing team had scored the free shot awarded to them because of the quote on quote “foul.”
Jungkook heard Jimin scoff and stomp his feet beside him, but that wasn’t what his attention was on. Since he was a cheerleader, he was standing on the ground in front of the bleachers—which also meant he had a clearer view of the players’ faces.
Finally managing to land his eyes on the player who had just scored, he felt his mouth drop open in shock.
Firstly, he’d never seen them before even though he had been attending every match since he became a cheerleader—which was about three years.
Secondly, that person was hot. Like, very hot. Jungkook would’ve easily noticed him earlier due to his keen eyesight for good looking men, but since he didn’t Jungkook was more than sure the boy was new on the court.
He stared as the boy’s golden skin shone under the fluorescent lights of the gymnasium, his dark hair flopping around as he moved and biceps flexing as his grip tightened on the ball.
What a man, Jungkook thought.
His ogling was interrupted by a particularly loud uproar from both sides of the crowd. The crowd for the rival school looked quite happy, much unlike the crowd for his school.
They had lost, and it seemed like the player Jungkook was admiring had scored the winning basket.
“Are you kidding me?” Jimin huffed. He was only there for a few more seconds before he had run down to the court to meet his (sweaty) boyfriend.
Jungkook was about to make his way to the locker rooms to get out of his uncomfortably wet-with-sweat cheer uniform before he heard a voice behind him.
“Hey!”
He flinched from shock before turning around and glaring daggers at the person who had scared him.
“Hoseok what the hell?” Jungkook groaned. “You scared me!”
“Everything scares you.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.
“Whatever,” Jungkook continued, fighting the urge to punch Hoseok in the gut. “What the hell was that match?”
“The referee was totally biased, and that new kid is so good it’s scary.”
“New kid?” Jungkook asked, trying to get more information about them.
“Yeah, the one with jersey number 7,” Hoseok confirmed. “His shots are really good, I’d ask him to teach me if he wasn’t from the rival school.”
“You’re already good, and what does him being in the rival school have anything to do with this?” Jungkook asked.
Hosoek looked at him in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
“Don’t you know we can’t have anything to do with the rival school?” Hoseok asked, looking unimpressed. Everyone knew this and he was surprised Jungkook didn’t.
“Who said that?” Jungkook asked.
“Jungkook, it’s literally a known rule here.”
“You know I don’t do other people’s rules,” Jungkook smiled teasingly.
“What are you getting at?” Hoseok asked. He looked suspicious of Jungkook, and rightfully so.
“Jersey number 7 guy is hot,” Jungkook giggled, and Hoseok immediately knew what this was all about.
“Kook, you know you can’t do that,” Hoseok warned.
“And why can’t I?” Jungkook tilted his head, batting his eyelash to fake confusion, and in order to annoy Hoseok.
“I just explained it to you!”
“What’s happening?” They heard Namjoon’s voice and stopped the conversation immediately.
They both turned to him, Jungkook wearing a cheeky smile and Hoseok sporting a constipated expression.
“Nothing!” Jungkook chirped. “Just talking about how unfair that referee was, right, Hobi?”
“Right,” Hoseok attempted to smile but it came across as more of a grimace. No one seemed to notice anyway, except Jungkook who shot him a warning glare.
“Yeah that ref was really fucking biased,” Jimin comaplained, only to get hushed by Namjoon.
“It’s okay baby, let’s do something to ease our minds, kay?” Namjoon pressed a soft kiss onto his nose, smiling when Jimin giggled.
“Disgusting,” Jungkook groaned.
“Shut up, you’ll understand when you meet the love of your life,” Jimin teased.
“Yeah whatever.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Are we still going to the club for the after party?”
“Of course!” Hoseok smiled.
“I’ll be the designated driver,” Namjoon declared.
“You can’t drive,” They all chorused.
“You didn’t have to say that.”
✿
The group entered the club with excitement rushing through their veins as ‘Bubble Pop Electric’, by Gwen Stefani, played loudly through the massive club speakers.
Jungkook had on one of his best outfits; all of his outfits were great as he had an impeccable fashion sense, but this one was definitely one of his favorites.
He had paired a baby pink crop top with low waisted jeans, the pink of his shirt being complimented by the hair clips in his hair. The fishnets he wore could be seen above the waistband of his jeans, and his platform boots definitely tied the look together. Oh, and he had put hello kitty stickers on his nails.
He was a sight to see, and that was simply proven by the amount of people staring at him, and he just knew he was going to have a lot of fun that night.
“What do you guys want to drink?” Namjoon asked. He had decided to take on his role of designated driver, without the driver part of said role.
“Cosmopolitan,” Jimin said, only to get shot down by his boyfriend immediately.
“Those always make you too drunk.”
“Okay then a martini.”
“That’s even worse!”
They’d lost Hoseok the moment they entered the club; that boy was a literal party animal. Meaning Jungkook was left with Namjoon and Jimin, who he’d tuned out a while ago. He didn’t need to listen to another one of their ‘couple’ arguments.
He walked over to the counter to order a drink, making eye contact with the bartender as he approached the long table.
It was obvious how the bartender tensed up before regaining his composure when he saw Jungkook, looking down at the reflective surface of a metal tray to adjust his hair.
That was the kind of reaction Jungkook evoked from people on the daily, and he loved it.
His looks were one thing, but his confidence was another. All the boys wanted to be with him and all the girls wanted to be him (or be with him, cause who doesn’t?).
“Hi,” Jungkook smiled as he finally reached the bar.
Now that Jungkook was closer he could see how the man’s eyes followed his every moment, trailing down his body subconsciously.
He was enjoying the attention, but he wasn’t going to let it show. No, some boys liked innocent while others liked flirty. It all depended on their actions, and the man before him was obviously looking for the innocent type.
Jungkook smiled cutely, eyes twinkling as he looked at the bartender. He was a great actor and had mastered the art of being able to switch personas easily.
“Hello sweetheart.” the bartender smiled at him, flirty, “What would a pretty boy like you like to drink?”
His flirting was horrible and felt as if he had stolen it from an online article. Jungkook scowled internally; overuse of pet names at the first encounter was a big no no.
“I’d like a strawberry vodka lemonade please.”
He sat on one of the spinning chairs, rotating clockwise over and over again as he tried to look for his friends in the vast sea of people on the dance floor.
Ironically, he doesn’t like clubs and would’ve declined the offer to tag along if not for his friends being so excited for it.
He’d much rather stay at home watching movies while eating ice cream in the comfort of his room, but here he was under the colorful LED lights and booming speakers of the club.
“Here’s your drink, beautiful.” The bartender handed him the drink, a flirtatious (ugly) smirk dancing on his lips.
Jungkook accepted the drink with a grateful smile and a quiet thank you, before noticing that the bartender had sat beside him.
He had no idea what was happening. Bartenders were usually meant to stay behind and tend to the bar but the man decided to sit next to him, effectively making him slightly uncomfortable.
“Do you need something?” He asked. Sure he had enjoyed the attention earlier, but he was getting an off feeling from this man.
He reminded Jungkook an awful lot of his ex-boyfriend, and he didn’t like that one bit.
His ex had made him feel trapped, and he had sworn to himself to never let anyone make him feel that way ever again.
Or even make himself feel that way...
“Do I need anything?” The man repeated. “How about your number, baby?”
“I can’t give you my number, sorry.”
“And why not?” The man asked, persistent.
“Because I don’t want to,” Jungkook stated. “Isn’t that a valid enough reason?”
“Come on, just give me one chance I swear-“
The man didn’t get to finish before Jungkook simply got up from his seat and walked away.
It was the smartest thing to do in his opinion; walking away was better than causing a scene, so that was what he did.
Thankfully, the man gave up on his pursuit and Jungkook was left alone. Finally.
He spotted his friends sprawled out on a black, velvet tuxedo couch a safe distance away from the dance floor, and from the looks of it, Namjoon was the only one sober. As expected.
He wanted to go home, he really did. It didn’t matter to him that he would be asked numerous questions the next day, or that his phone would be buzzing with notifications, he just wanted to be out of there.
Making an impulsive decision, he ran. Weaving through numerous sweaty bodies as the loud music rang through his ears.
After what felt like hours, he felt fresh air hit his face, breathing it in and releasing a sigh of relief as he felt some tension slip away from his body.
He was finally alone; he was at his calmest when he was alone. He loved when he was all by himself, just him and his thoughts. It was grounding in a way.
His solitude didn’t last long though, because he was suddenly being spoken to by an unknown voice.
“Hey,” The deep voice spoke. Jungkook whipped his head around in surprise, placing a hand over his rapidly beating heart.
“Hi,” He gasped. He had to squint in the darkness to see the person’s face, but once he did he was quite shocked.
“Jersey number seven?” He asked out of nowhere.
“What?”
“Y-You wear jersey number seven in basketball, you played against my school today,” Jungkook clarified.
“Oh,” He realized. “Yes, my name is Taehyung, you don’t have to call me jersey number seven guy.”
Jungkook stared at the large hand that had been extended for a handshake. It was a pretty hand, perfect nails and long fingers—
He stopped himself. Why was he analyzing the stranger’s hands?
“I’m Jungkook.” He accepted the handshake instead, smiling shyly.
“I know,” Taehyung said. “I’ve heard of you.”
“You have?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung sat beside him on the ground. “Everyone talks about you, not necessarily about bad things though, they talk about your looks a lot.”
Jungkook didn’t know why, but that made him anxious. He hadn’t realized that people from the other school noticed him, but then again he always crashed their parties and was the loudest cheerleader during matches.
“They say you’re pretty and have a great fashion sense, which I can see,” Taehyung continued.
“Are you flirting with me?” Jungkook teased, thoroughly expecting to get a reaction out of him.
“No, I don’t flirt.” Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly, effectively confusing Jungkook.
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked with a tilt of his head.
“I don’t flirt with people meaninglessly, I only do it if I take genuine interest in someone.”
Rude much?
Who was he to make fun of Jungkook’s lifestyle? Well, that was if you could even call it a lifestyle. Partying all night and breaking hearts, just to later sit in his room and stare at the wall, questioning when his life became this way.
Jungkook scoffed under his breath, muttering a quiet, “Rude.”
“I heard that,” Taehyung said, causing Jungkook to press his lips together.
From what he knew so far (‘so far’ literally being the three minutes they’d been with each other), they were polar opposites.
He thought Taehyung was going to be fun, somewhat like him, but he wasn’t, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to label the man as boring.
Taehyung wasn’t anywhere near Jungkook’s usual perception of boring. His mere presence was entertaining, and Jungkook didn’t find many people entertaining.
Seeing as Jungkook was ridiculously popular, you’d have thought he had a large friend group, but he only had Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin.
Jungkook was very much aware that he had just met Taehyung, yet he found some odd comfort when he was with him.
As if he didn’t have to pretend to be the Jungkook everyone knew and loved.
“Why do you do that?” Taehyung asked, as if he had just read his mind.
“Do what?”
“Flirt, all the time, but never go for something more out of it.”
“How did you know that?” Jungkook was shocked. He was starting to think this Taehyung was some sort of mind reader, or witch.
That was if his name was even Taehyung.
“Word goes around fast,” Taehyung shrugged. “The moment I walked into the locker room before the game everyone was talking about you.”
Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again immediately after. He didn’t exactly know how to explain himself.
He didn’t know how to explain that the reasons for his actions extended way past liking attention, or the joy of breaking people’s hearts.
He didn’t enjoy breaking hearts per se, it was just satisfying to see others feeling heartbroken, rather than him going through that.
Not again, never.
If heartbreak were to be considered legal murder, then Jeon Jungkook was undeniably a criminal. He just doesn’t know how to explain this properly, and without sounding like a psychopath.
Luckily for him, Taehyung had sensed his uneasiness and let him off.
“It’s alright,” He comforted. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, I can already tell you’re not a shallow person.”
For the first time that night, Jungkook smiled genuinely. He was happy that someone finally understood him.
Somewhat.
“Thank you,” He sighed.
There was a particularly strong gust of wind that came blowing the next moment, causing Jungkook to shiver and curl into himself even more.
“You’re cold?” Taehyung asked. His face was blank and for once, Jungkook couldn’t read someone’s eyes.
He settled for a nod, still confused. He was always able to read people like an open book; it was obvious that Taehyung had closed his emotions off to others for a reason.
Or maybe Jungkook was overthinking it.
He hadn’t even registered the letterman jacket that had been slung around his shoulders until he suddenly felt warm, warmer than before.
“Wait, I can’t take your jacket,” Jungkook gasped again. “You’ll be cold.”
“My outfit covers more than yours, I’ll be fine.”
Jungkook smiled to himself again, and they sat in silence for the rest of the night.
Jungkook felt free, like he didn’t have to put on a facade or pretend to be what he wasn’t around Taehyung. He felt at ease, the smell of cologne coming from the jacket around his shoulders calming his mind.
It was only when he got home that he realized that the said jacket had a large number seven on the back, and was embellished with the rival school’s symbol and colours.
Oops?
✿
“What the hell is that?” Jimin asked as he eyed Jungkook’s hand warily.
Jungkook had just grabbed the letterman jacket out of his locker and Jimin, expecting to see a textbook or something, was greeted with a jacket designed in their rival school’s official colours.
“A jacket.” Jungkook shrugged, not seeing a big deal in the situation. Jimin on the other hand looked like he had just seen a ghost.
Jimin snatched the jacket from him, stuffing it into his own locker and slamming it shut.
“How did you get that?”
“I-“ Jungkook didn’t even get to begin his sentence before he was attacked by his friend’s onslaught of frantic questions.
“Did you find it somewhere at the party?” Jimin queried. “Or were you with someone?”
Jungkook looked at him in confusion, not even seeming to process his questions as his neglected hand was still where it was before Jimin had robbed him of the jacket.
Eyes widening, Jimin came to a realization that was far from the truth.
“Did you…” He whispered, looking around and checking if the coast was clear. “Did you do the do with someone?”
Jungkook stared at him, mouth hanging open in disbelief as he stared at his best friend.
“No Jimin, I didn’t sleep with our enemy.” He pushed Jimin aside, starting to input the code of the lock on the shorter’s locker.
“So how did you get it then?” Jimin sighed, wanting an answer. He didn’t look pissed, he actually looked more concerned which didn’t make Jungkook feel any better.
Was it really that much of a deal?
“I left the club last night ‘cause I didn’t really feel good, and some nice guy from the rival school gave me his letterman jacket when he saw I was cold,” Jungkook explained at last, watching as Jimin’s face contorted into multiple expressions before landing on blatant curiosity.
“Was it jersey number seven guy?” He asked, tone not wavering once or showing any curiosity.
“How do you know about that?” Jungkook gasped.
“Hoseok told me, he was rambling in the car on the drive home.”
“Namjoon actually drove you guys?” Jungkook asked, obviously trying to stray the topic away from him.
“Yeah,” Jimin laughed. “We almost hit a tree, but we’re fine now. Hoseok’ scar isn’t, though.”
Jungkook laughed again, a little too loud apparently as it came out more obnoxious and fake than intended.
“Stop trying to change the subject, you know that you can’t have anything to do with Hamilton High,” Jimin chastised.
“But he’s hot,” Jungkook whined. He stopped when Jimin sent a warning glance, and decided on apologizing instead. Even though he obviously didn’t mean it. “Fine, I’m sorry.”
“Good,” Jimin chirped. “And you better return the jacket to him today.”
“How would I be able to find him?”
“Go to their school.”
Jungkook was about to protest, but he realized he wasn’t as opposed to the idea as he’d like to be. In fact, this was a pretty good opportunity for him to see Taehyung again.
He would rather die than admit it to anyone, but in the short time that they were together, he’d grown fond of the other. But shh, don’t tell anyone.
“Okay,” He agreed.
“Alright.” Jimin returned the jacket to the younger before grabbing a makeup purse out of Jungkook’s locker before slamming it shut. “Let’s fix our makeup, cheer practice made me sweat some of my foundation off.”
✿
Jungkook stood in front of the massive school, head tilted and mouth parted slightly as he stared at the building in awe. He didn’t know what he expected it to look like, but he certainly didn’t expect it to look as...expensive as it did.
The building was, of course, painted in the school’s official colors; black, white and red, which clashed hideously with Jungkook’s pink and denim ensemble.
Nonetheless, he headed to the massive parking lot that had a bunch of students loitering.
It didn’t take long before people noticed him and started staring at him, but it wasn’t unexpected judging by the contrast of Jungkook’s outfit to theirs.
Try fitting in with a cropped, pink leather jacket, a white crop top and a matching miniskirt with fishnets peeking above the waistline. That and the pink skateboard he was holding, along with Taehyung’s jacket in his other hand.
He didn’t look like any of them at all, they all had simple outfits like jeans and a t-shirt, nothing like what Jungkook had on. He looked like a random burst of colour in a black and white world.
He stood out, and like a sore thumb. Though it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Ignoring the stares, though enjoying and basking in the attention, he walked up to the entrance of the school and entered, not caring whether it was allowed or not.
Somehow there were even more people in the crowded hallway than there were outside, and they all simultaneously turned their heads to Jungkook, gawking and staring at him as if he was an exhibition in a museum.
He simply smiled, waving at them and walking over to a familiar mop of dark hair that was nearly buried in a locker.
“Hey, stranger,” Jungkook smiled, almost laughing out loud when he saw the confused look on Taehyung’s face.
“What are you doing here?” Taehyung whispered. He looked around and saw that all eyes were on them, unsurprisingly.
“I’m fine, thanks for asking.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, handing him the jacket, out in the open for everyone to see. “Your jacket.”
Taehyung didn’t answer, only staring at the piece of clothing before grabbing Jungkook’s hand and dragging him down the hall.
Jungkook was dragged for bit before they were both suddenly in a small, dingy room.
“What-“
Taehyung shushed him, locking the door before turning back to him.
“Are we about to make out?” Jungkook teased, tugging on the other’s shirt, the pink of his acrylic nails contrasting boldly with the black fabric of Taehyung’s button up.
“Shut up,” Taehyung said. “You know you can’t be here, right?”
“I know!”
“So why’d you come here then?” Taehyung asked, exasperated.
“To give you your sweater, duh.” Jungkook huffed.
“You should’ve kept it then!”
“What’s the big deal about me coming here?” Jungkook asked. “Am I annoying you?”
“You’re not, I think,” Taehyung shrugged. “But everyone is going to talk about this now.”
“You don’t like the attention?” Jungkook asked, again.
“I hate it.”
“With a face like yours, you should already be getting lots of attention,” Jungkook stated, pinching Taehyung’s cheek and nearly scratching him with his nails in the process.
“I don’t get any, thankfully,” Taehyung shrugged. “I barely talk to anyone anyway.”
“We are so different,” Jungkook teased.
“We barely know each other.”
Jungkook only stuck his tongue out of the taller before it went silent. It wasn’t awkward, it was more comfortable. Jungkook found Taehyung interesting, which is why he proposed an idea.
“Do you have a car?” He asked suddenly.
Taehyung narrowed his eyes at him, already suspicious. Jungkook only rolled his eyes, prompting him to answer the question.
“Just answer me!”
“I do...why?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook only smiled, and the older already knew it was a bad idea.
…
“Where were you?” Jimin scolded, dragging Jungkook in from the porch and locking the door after.
Jungkook had somehow convinced Taehyung to take them on a drive, and it was about ten in the evening when he had gotten back to Jimin’s house.
Okay, he blackmailed Taehyung, rather than convincing him, but that’s not important.
“I was out,” Jungkook answered.
“You were out?” Jimin huffed. “I know you were out, Jungkook. I’m asking where you went.”
“It’s not important.” The younger sprawled himself onto Jimin’s bed, already messing up the perfectly done sheets, annoying his friend even more.
“Don’t tell me you were out with that person again?” Jimin asked, but when he got no answer he confirmed it as a yes. “Jungkook!”
“What?” Jungkook whined as Jimin came closer to him. “I already told you I wanted to get to know him.”
“That’s the problem, you can’t,” Jimin chastised. “You even smell like him!”
“It’s not that big of a deal, dude,” Jungkook sighed.
“So now you’re calling me dude, huh?” Jimin sighed as well. “Look, I’m not going to continue having this conversation with you, just promise me you won’t do it again.”
“Okay, whatever,” Jungkook huffed. “Now what was that thing you wanted to show me so bad?”
Jimin’s mood instantly brightened at that, and he walked over to his school bag, which he had haphazardly thrown on the ground, and reached to grab something out of it.
“It better not be something from Namjoon,” Jungkook wanted.
“Shut up!” Jimin blushed. “Look.”
Jungkook looked at the rumpled paper Jimin had shoved in his hands, not even being able to read anything on it.
“What am I meant to be looking at?”
“You’re holding it upside down, you idiot.”
“Oh.”
Jungkook looked at the paper, eyes skimming through the words and taking in the information written in an obnoxiously yellow font.
“Hold on,” Jungkook gasped. “A prom?”
“Yes!” Jimin squealed, running around his room in excitement before throwing open his wardrobe. “We’re gonna have to buy new outfits, I have nothing.”
“Me neither,” Jungkook agreed.
“So I’m obviously taking Namjoon, what about you?”
“I have someone in mind,” Jungkook smirked.
“Hoseok?” Jimin asked.
“Of course not, doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” Jungkook asked.
“A girlfriend? Hell no, that boy is gay as fuck,” Jimin laughed. “But who are you taking?”
“Someone,” Jungkook smiled, cheeky, causing Jimin to look at him with a warning glare.
“Jeon Jungkook, don’t you dare.”
“Okay,” He said, pretending to act innocent. Jimin saw right through it though, but he acted as if he didn’t.
Now, Jungkook just had to think of a way to sneak Taehyung into his school’s prom. Or better yet, convince him to go.