Diamond Dollface // jikook

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SOME WARNINGS: dubious consent(NOT between jikook), there is no assault, no sex and it's consensual but there is a character under the influence so keep that in mind! if you would like to skip that then don't read after Jimin goes to the party!

Let it be known that going to parties sober wasn't fun. Jungkook didn't even like partying if he really thought about it. Hated half of the people he'd up chilling with, hated the hangover, hated the mysterious bruises and the shame of not knowing the name of whoever he was tangled up with the next morning.

The only thing was, he hated being alone more. Of course he could never tell anyone that, especially not Jimin.

Which was why he was spending his Friday evening being paraded around a room of Hollywood elites with his manager at his side so he didn't run off and do a line in the bathroom.

"Why don't we go hang out with your friends?" Jimin offered, adjusting the buttons on his crisp white button up. He lifted his glass to his lips, the glass filled with sparkling water and lemon.

"Trust me, you don't want us to be with my friends," Jungkook said with a sigh, taking a sip of his own water. Lord knows why kind of debauchery they were committed to at the moment. Whatever it was, it took place far from where Jungkook was considering drowning himself in the fountain he could see from the balcony window.

In fact, he hadn't spoken to many of them at all tonight. He'd received a few greets and waves from across the room but when they realized his glass wasn't filled with vodka and that he was being babysat, he was quickly abandoned.

The event was a relatively small one anyways, it was a cocktail party before a movie premiere next week. Jungkook knew the female lead, he had spent several weekend nights throwing up in her crystal vases and mornings woken up by her maid.

Fashionably late, she showed up after those who intended to 'casually stop by'. Dressed head to toe in custom designer, she floated across the room like a dream until Jungkook found himself face to face with her.

"Jungkook," She said with a delighted smile, her perfect teeth freshly whitened and unstained from her red lipstick. He wrapped an arm around the rockstar, her other holding a flute of champagne as they both made a kissy noise, cheeks pressed together.

"I haven't seen you at a party in ages, " she faux scolded him.

"That's his fault," Jungkook smirked and tilted his head in Jimin's direction. Her blue eyes grew wide when she set her eyes on him, letting out a soft gasp.

"Jimin," she said, her posture straightening as she tucked a blonde strand behind her ear.

The manager merely gave her a smile and a nod, causing Jungkook's eyes to flicker between the two. There wasn't any tension per say, but they definitely knew each other.

"You know each other?" he asked slowly.

"I know everyone ," the actress corrected with a roll of her eyes. Right.

Stella Dawn, that was her name. Her father was a renowned director and producer. She was born and raised in Bel air, her birthright to fame was practically written on the Hollywood sign. She was the picture of white privilege and nepotism, of course everyone knew her. But for her to know Jimin , meant that the man was of some sort of impressive gradiure.

Stella took a sip of her champagne and held her hand out to Jungkook. "I heard there is some party favors in the restroom, come investigate with me?"