JeonsTown | BTS TaeKook

Chapter 14. Bad Decisions.

The long dreaded party had been in full swing for a couple of hours now, and for the most part it was a success. It had to be, no one would ever say otherwise and incur the wrath of Jeon Wonwoo.

All night people had been grovelling to him, doing their level best to kiss his ass, and as always, he'd smile and pat their heads, metaphorically speaking, but underneath he felt nothing but disgust for these sycophants, and hated the fact they were willing to spy and inform on their own friends in order to keep his favour.

The huge estate consisted of three separate buildings and all were jumping with people, with music played by the live bands, with countless food tables, open bars and guests dressed up to the hilt, flashing their expensive jewellery and their one of a kind outfits.

"What's that?" Hoseok asked Hoshi who was holding an interesting looking drink in his hand.

"Long vodka," he replied and took a sip of the drink. "Try it," he said and offered him the glass.

"What's in it?" He asked taking the glass and sipping tentatively at it.

"Vodka, ice, Angostura bitters, a dash of lime, and topped up with lemonade!" he said with a smile, his face a little flushed.

"Wow, that's awesome!" Hoseok said smacking his lips, smiling, he took a mouthful. "I can't taste the vodka," he commented and took another large mouthful.

"Oh, it's there alright!" Hoshi laughed and snatched the glass back.
"Give," he muttered and took a swig of the sweet drink.

"I'm getting one!" Hoseok exclaimed, and off he strode in the direction of the nearest bar.

The boys had mostly stuck together all evening, with one noticeable absence. Taehyung.
He hadn't been around them much, this past week. He tended to hang around with other kids from their school, a fact that made Jungkook bristle.

He'd spotted him a mile away, even though he had changed his hair from blonde to a gorgeous honey brown. He wore dark pants, black shirt and a deep red, longish satin jacket with black lapels, and black beads intermittently sewn into the jackets body.
He looked like a god to Jungkook, every time he looked his way, and he did, often, he took his breath away. He just wished he would come talk to him.
They'd had a good couple of days when they didn't fight, didn't argue. It was progress, so it rankled him that Taehyung seemed to be keeping his distance tonight.

Jungkook himself was looking like a whole snack, a snack that Taehyung wanted to do nothing more than sink his sleek, hungry, teeth into.

Dressed all in black.
His black pants fitted perfectly, hugging his muscular thighs and long legs, the black leather and silver ornate belt accentuating his hips, the well fitted black shirt tucked into his pants which showed off his tiny waist, was left open at the top two buttons, giving a sneak peak of his caramel smooth skin.
The outfit was topped off with a black jacket with satin lapels and small silver zips at the pockets.

He was beautiful.

"He'll come over when he's ready," Jimin whispered to his brother who flushed at his words, as you know, he was thinking he was so subtle in his observation of his god like crush.

He turned to look at his sibling with a half smile, his face a little pale. He didn't feed today, he was far too excited about this evening, but whatever. He will smile and maintain.
His eyes scanned over his brother, from his wild electric blue hair, smokey shadow that accentuated his beautiful eyes even more, his rosy lips, down to his silky white shirt, open at the collar.
A fact a certain, now blonde haired witch, couldn't seem to keep his eyes from slipping down in to, down to his obscenely tight black leather pants, another sight Yoongi couldn't seem to keep his eyes from, especially the way the leather moulded itself to Jimin's gorgeously hot ass.