[Bad Blood Prequel]
"We're here," Jungkook announced and Lisa snapped out of her reverie, surprised to find him leaning on the steering wheel, looking at her sweetly.
She blushed. "What?"
Jungkook stretched his hand and caressed her cheek with his t...
this is a very long, desperate, sad and wild one also long and based one of the few songs that make me feel bad, say something by a great big world ft queen xtina. i kinda love it
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"Where are your pants?" Taehyung laughed at the sight of Jungkook's bare legs in the middle of the lobby but when he saw his serious, almost wild face, the smile vanished.
"I-I-I need your phone," he was agitated and limping. "Give me your phone! now!"
Totally confused, Taehyung pulled the device out of his pants and Jungkook snatched it out of his hands, taking a few steps away... actually, skipping.
"What happened?"
"Please, answer, please," Jungkook begged, pulling at his own hair.
Fuck, what Lisa did this time?!
Jungkook was totally desperate.
"Shit!" The younger cursed and tried again but got no response, what response was he expecting to get anyway? There was no way Lisa was going to answer a call from Taehyung's phone. Trying this was slowly killing him and there was no point, he couldn't let him continue.
"Where's your phone? And your clothes?" Taehyung held his shoulders to stop him, he had to stop roaming and breathe. Also, some guests who had run away from the wedding were starting to look at them. "Jungkook!" He held his cheeks. "Look at me, where. are. your. clothes?"
"Upstairs, in our suite, why?"
"Okay, let's go there, let's get your phone, she won't answer if you call from my phone."
"She won't answer me," Jungkook said with such impotence that he conveyed it to him and his own heart clenched. The younger's shoulders slumped and he dropped to a crouch, sinking his hands into his hair and groaning quietly but strongly.
"Yah, Jungkook, man," Taehyung patted his shoulder, looking over his shoulder. "Get up."
Now people were whispering and it was pissing him off. It wasn't none of their fucking business, when the hell did they ever care about their own business?
"What happened?" Chaeyoung caught up with them, Hoseok coming with her. The beaming smile that had been on her face began to fall as she realised the tension, Jungkook wasn't in a robe for the jokes. "Oh no, what happened?"
"Jungkookie? Are you okay? Hoseok crouched down next to him, seeking his gaze, but the younger one shook his head, his hands were gripping his hair so tightly it felt like he was going to seriously pull out a few strands.
"Your fucking stupid of a friend happened," Taehyung spat, glaring at the poor strawberry blonde girl who stepped back with a hand on her chest. Internally, she wondered who the hell he thought he was to speak to her in that way.
"Where's Lisa?" she asked instead.
"Call her and tell us!" Taehyung ordered her almost violently.
Once again, Chaeyoung wondered who the hell he thought he was but she considered that this was not the time for that drama. Quickly she reached for her Alexander MQueen handbag, matching her Victorian floral red dress, and pulled the phone out of it.
