Truth Or Love || Taekook

11

The frat house was buzzing with energy, packed with people as loud, booming music shook the walls. The ground floor, where the party was in full swing, was a chaotic mix of red solo cups, cigarette smoke, and laughter.

People were scattered all over—some drinking at the kitchen counters, others making out in dark corners or swaying to the music that pulsed through the floor. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and smoke, the sound of clinking glasses, and drunken conversations filling the space.

The food spread was laid out on a long table in the dining area, overflowing with snacks, pizzas, and a wide variety of alcohol—beer, tequila, vodka, whiskey—you name it, it was there.

A keg stood in one corner, surrounded by a group of partygoers cheering on a drinking game. It was a typical frat party—wild, loud, and completely out of control.

Upstairs, the second floor was off-limits to most partygoers, reserved for the frat members. The rooms there were filled with lingering smoke and the occasional couple sneaking away for some privacy, while the real chaos unfolded downstairs.

Among those rooms, Jimin’s was one of the few that remained locked and untouched by the party, as he didn't want anyone invading his space.

As the crowd on the dance floor swayed to the beat, the room grew even more electrified when Jungkook’s group made their grand entrance.

The atmosphere seemed to shift the moment they stepped in—people’s heads turned, whispers spread, and all eyes were on them. They were the epitome of bad-boy charm and effortless charisma.

Jungkook led the group, his presence commanding the room. He looked devastatingly hot, his shirt mostly unbuttoned, showing off his defined chest and the intricate tattoos that climbed up his arms and peeked from under the collar.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing more tattoos on his hands, and his black jeans clung to his muscular legs. His raven-black hair was slightly messy, and his piercing, along with his devil-may-care smirk, completed the bad-boy look that had everyone either gawking or avoiding his gaze. He oozed confidence and danger, and he knew it.

Namjoon followed behind, tall and broad-shouldered, his dimpled smile as charming as ever. He wore a leather jacket over a plain white shirt, looking effortlessly cool.

Yoongi, as usual, looked intimidating despite his smaller stature, his dark eyes scanning the room as he walked in with a casual swagger. Hoseok, ever the sunshine of the group, wore a mischievous grin, already catching people’s attention with his playful energy.

Bogum, the host of the party, spotted them immediately and rushed over to greet the infamous group. He gave them a wide, excited smile, his eyes lighting up as he approached.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to bless my party! Jeon Jungkook and his crew. The party just went up a level!" He grinned, shaking Jungkook's hand and giving him a nod of respect.

Jungkook smirked, his piercing gaze sweeping over the crowd before landing back on Bogum. "Figured we’d drop by and see what all the hype was about," he replied coolly, his deep voice sending a shiver through anyone close enough to hear.

Namjoon chuckled, clapping Bogum on the back. "You're our friend bogumie, we couldn't miss it."

Bogum laughed. "Yeah, man. Feel free to grab whatever you want. Drinks are on me. Make yourselves at home."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his expression as cold as ever. "We intend to."

Hoseok grinned, already eyeing the dance floor. "Let’s get this party started, huh?"