Still with you

Chapter nine

I loved once, so I must be able to love again, right?

That's what so many people have told me in an attempt of consolation. But do I even want to love again?

Is your touch one I'd like to replace? Is your kiss one I can afford to forget?

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"Come on! If we don't leave now we're gonna be late!" Jungkook calls from the living room, exasperation frothing at his temples like cold waves splashed onto burning sand. "Just give me a minute!" Jimin shouts from his room and the blue-haired man groans, stomping down the hallway to shout in Jimin's face. "You said that an hour ago!" In his room, the silver-haired man is leaning over his desk to look into the small mirror he had installed there, applying glittery eyeshadow to the corners of his eyes. "I'm almost done, okay?" He says, not even bothering to turn around and acknowledge Jungkooks existence. "And you said that two hours ago..." He mutters, going to sit on the elder's bed, flopping into satin sheets to pout.

"You look good." Jimin smiles, Jungkook just sighs. He's wearing a black dress shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top with a grey suit jacket and grey dress pants. A little more formal than the theme might have suggested but he's hot so he can do what he wants. "I know." He replies, making Jimin giggle. He promises himself to go to the store sometime soon and finally purchase blue hair dye to fix the faded mess on his head, at least he styles it well—slicked back with a couple of strands falling forward to frame his eyebrows. He might also bleach it again and dye it another colour but that's yet to be seen.

Jimin starts rummaging around the room, grabbing the things he needs and adding last-minute accessories to his outfit before he finally stands in front of Jungkook and extends his hand.

"Get up, let's go." He smiles, before adding. "Oh, and you need to hold all my stuff."

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When Taehyung enters the large campus hall, the first thing he notices is how utterly packed it is. The music is loud and the LED lights are looping through different shades of purple and blue. The scene is just so typical University party, right down to the fog machines, shitty alcohol, and stereotypical red solo cups. And Taehyung smiles, tonight will definitely be a blast and (hopefully) keep his mind off of the things begging to take precedence in his thoughts. Thoughts about Jungkook and, more urgently, his mother. He's helpless to control these things happening to and around him, so a distraction is most definitely welcomed and thanked and asked to stay the night and made a cup of tea and given a warm place to sleep. A distraction is exactly what he needs right now.

"Tae!" He spins around when he hears Jimins voice under the boisterous beat and deafening melody blasting through the speakers. The silver-haired man pushes his way through the dancing crowd and grabs Taehyung by the arm, smiling wide. He's definitely a bit tipsy. "Jimin! You look so fucking hot!" The brunette shouts as he's dragged deeper into the party. "So do you!" Suddenly the crowd falls away and Taehyung doesn't know what he was expecting. His heart jumps to his throat. How could he have been so stupid to look past this? His cheeks heat up in a faint shade of pink. Of course, Jungkook is here. And, of course, he's sitting at a table with all of their shared friends. And, of course, he looks like a fucking three-course meal in his fitted grey suit. And, of course, his eyes are raking all over Taehyung with a hungry glint sparkling so pretty in them. And, of course, the others are beckoning over for them to come and sit. And, of course, of course, after Jimin sits down the only other free seat is next to him. Next to Jungkook.