Taehyung's heart was thundering against his ribs as Jungkook leaned in, his cologne making Taehyung's head swim. He felt his breath catch as Jungkook whispered in his ear.
"Let me have you for one night. I could make your toes curl and your knees we...
It was a medium-sized room with wooden floors and dark wood furniture. The room's decor mirrored its inhabitants' wealth and status with its elegant wooden elements and opulent furnishings. The sophisticated ambiance underscored the tension between appearances and the reality of relationships. It starkly contrasted with the chaotic and unruly scene unfolding, highlighting Taehyung's sense of detachment and discomfort amidst the indulgent festivities.
Taehyung sat on a brown cabriole straight sofa with five pillows for company. The couch was comfortable and stylish. It was no doubt a gift from one of its wealthy elites.
"SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!"
The blonde scoffed and glanced over his shoulder to see his giant, burly, irritating gorilla of a 'boyfriend' doing body shots off of a random girl.
Long story short, Jimin drug him here in the middle of the night, knowing Yoongi would be here. Once inside, he quickly abandoned Taehyung when he spotted the petite rapper, and the two disappeared upstairs, probably off to hump in a random bedroom or bathroom.
So, Taehyung was alone, sitting on a fancy couch, watching the people around him. He played with a pillow on his lap and checked his social media. He wrinkled his nose when he saw the raunchy make-out pictures Jimin was posting of him and Yoongi.
"Horny little slut." He grumbled with a smile on his face.
The house smelled of sweat and vomit. It was loud. You could barely hear the music over college students' loud conversations and laughter.
Taehyung couldn't help but wonder why he agreed to come. The party was chaotic, and he wasn't in the mood to be social. He had an exam to study for and a paper to write, and he would rather be in his dorm wrapped in a blanket, listening to jazz and slurping ramen while buried in a book.
But this wasn't how college was supposed to work. You were supposed to find yourself and blossom into this beautiful, slutty little butterfly that could do anything and anyone. Quiet, timid nerds were expected to transform and become the opposite of who they were. Or that's what the movies say. So far, Taehyung has yet to see it as impressive as everyone said.
He sighed and searched the room, hoping to spot anyone he knew. And that's when he locked eyes with someone across the room. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the face. He quickly looked away, trying to ignore the excitement pulsing through his veins. His cheeks heated up, and his leg bounced out of nervousness.
The man he locked eyes with was Jeon Jungkook, the supposed playboy of their college campus. He was handsome with a square-shaped face and low-set brows that were thick and dark. But the eyes made Taehyung's mouth run dry. They were a warm brown. His gaze was intense and penetrating as if he could see through Taehyung.
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He was wearing a black and white sweater with stars littered across the top and on his shoulders. Silver covered his wrists with a pink ring to match, and Taehyung could make out part of a tattoo sleeve peeking out from under the sleeve of his sweater, but he couldn't get a good look without looking desperate. Jungkook was sitting in a brown chair, his raven-colored hair slicked back and a shot glass in his hand.
