A short taekook story.
Top jungkook. A nice and smart guy, with a very few words. Pro athlete and a great friend.
Bottom taevy (fem taehyung). A nice and very sweet but shy girl. Really kind and helpful.
It will be a love story, sweet and short. But...
The whole drive to jk's party place was nerve wrecking to me. The whole ride, only thought on my mind was, will jk like me in this outfit?
But I tried to reason with the fact that jk might not even notice me. He is the host after all. I was sure he had more important things to worry about than analysing my outfit.
But all my mind debates went on the back seat once I stepped inside the party hall.
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Loud music was even making the ground shake. The party was heavily dripped in purple color and was extravagant. I don't think I had and even later on, in my lifetime, went to such a big party. It was grand to say the very least.
I was holding onto jimin's hand like my life depended on it. Jimin wasn't flustered at all. The moment he entered the hall, his body stated swaying with the beats of the music.
I felt like I was becoming a hindrance to him and I wanted him to enjoy the party, knowing that his crush min yoongi was also present there. So I convinced jimin with lots of promises, got myself an orange juice and sit myself in a couch in the darkest corner of the hall, where no one can find me at all. Jimin although left me there, but I could feel his gaze on me from time to time.
I felt happy once I finally saw him on the dance floor , enjoying his heart out. But I also let my eyes wonder around to find a particular person in the dim lights of the dance floor.
I was expecting him to look like a Greek god, an expensive drink on one hand, other hand around a very beautiful and classy girl's waist, dancing with the beats of the party music.
But I was so wrong, as I failed to notice the Greek god right behind myself, towering over my little figure, one hand holding an expensive drink, other hand around the waist.
My waist.
His lips few inches away from my left ear shell, " good evening, gorgeous"
