Duality | JTK (DISCONTINUED)

twelve

T A E H Y U N G

I was walking along with Kook, reaching the stairs when the door to my side swung open roughly.

"You're gonna pay for this, SU fucker!" Jin yelled while being held back with a struggling Namjoon.

The latter was shoving his boyfriend outside of the room as he cursed the living shit out of someone inside.

"What's going on, Jin?" Kook walked to the elder, his brows knitted together.

"I walked in on him while getting fucked by the huge dude and kicked them out." A platinum blonde guy a few inches shorter than us came out.

He was shirtless, a vibrant snake tattoo curling his right shoulder. Adorned by a pretty smile, he looked up to a fuming Jin with mischievous eyes while licking his upper teeth.

Wait a minute...

SU fucker...Blonde...pretty smile...

No fucking way!

"Yoongi," Kook rolled his eyes, "Of course."

"That," Yoongi pointed at Kook, "is why I like your twin better...You're no fun, Kookie."

After he finished, his eyes caught mine, a single brow raising behind his silky bangs.

"You're new." He said.

I looked at him as he seemed to wait for something in return.

If he was the person I thought he was, then I'm not so glad to know he was what I thought he was.

The lack of clothes on his upper body and the position he was in, or out of, was not a good first impression about the guy Jimin liked.

"Is he deaf?" Yoongi mouthed the words, looking at Kook.

"No," I said, "And I'm not blind either, smartass."

"Kook?" Namjoon called, "I say we go downstairs, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Kook nodded, looking back at me and motioning for me to follow him down the stairs.

The party was even crazier right now; alcohol everywhere, clothes everywhere, people who those clothes belonged to everywhere...it was a fucking mess.

"What is downstairs?" I didn't remember seeing a downstairs area when I was here before or since I came here today.

"The real party," Kook's lip curved, "for the VIP."

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"Holy fuck."

"What's your drink?" Kook immediately said, rounding the enormous bar and pulling the sleeves of his shirt up.

The place was so fucking cool I wanted to take pictures. A high ceiling, neon purple lights, leather booths, and...lots of closed doors that didn't leave anything to my imagination.

"Um...make me something tasty." I plopped my elbows on the barstool.

Kook mumbled something under his breath with crooked lips which I did not catch.

"Is this heaven?" I sipped down the peachy drink he just made, looking at him like his hands were some kind of magical ones.

"This place is far from heaven, angel."

I jumped, startled by Jung's voice when he took a seat next to me.

"Well, hello, your grace...finally decided to join your own party. It wasn't like I needed you or anything." Kook fraudulently smiled at him.

"I had some business to do," He trailed off, "Anyway, fancy seeing you here Mr. Kim Taehyung. It's your first, huh?" He said, and somehow, I felt as if the last question was directed at Kook.

God, I hated it.

The fact that I feel they both know something I don't.

Since the day I came to their class, it's been like that; the side glance...the secret telepathy...the smirks...the tension.

I WAS SICK OF NOT KNOWING SHIT!

"Which one of you had sex with me?"

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