Lollipop Boy ✘ Vkook

Chapter Three - Part One

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Few Possible Song recommendations for this chapter:

Faithless - Insomnia
Wiley - Can you hear me (Samrobs remix)
Faithless - Salva Mea  (above and beyond remix)

Any up beat song will do xD

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It was currently around 7pm that evening, as Jungkook ended up destroying his once spotless room, which was now covered with clothing everywhere due to him not being able to find a decent outfit to where for tonight.

"There has to be something I can wear." He mumbled irritatedly to himself whilst ripping his clothes off from their hangers and onto the floor in a messy heap.
   Apparently, it was a neon coloured theme as long as you wore a fluorescent or colourful piece of clothing or item, you're allowed. Although, Jungkook never owned anything colourful or fluorescent.

"Don't worry about it Jungkook, you can borrow a shirt of mine." Jimin said through the opposite end of the line on speaker from his phone, which was placed upon his bed.

"Thanks Jimin - " Jungkook sighed softly as he glanced at himself in the slender mirror which was attached to his wardrobe, where he raked a small hand through his long dark locks.
" - I'll see you soon." He reached over grabbing a hold of his phone before ending the call.

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Jimin eventually arrived an hour later that night with a few clothing options for Jungkook, they weren't exactly his style as he was more of a formal dresser. Although, he did look rather dashing in Jimin's clothes.

"I feel stupid .. -" Jungkook murmured sadly from behind the bathroom door. " - I hate yellow."

"Oh cmon, Yellow looks good on you Jungkook now get your ass out here and let me see." Jimin demanded from the other side of the door, where he stood impatiently outside the bathroom waiting for Jungkook to reveal himself.
   He heard a soft sigh coming from the younger, before the door finally unlocked and slowly opened.

There stood a dissatisfied Jungkook, with a disgusted expression which was plastered across his perfectly sculptured face.
Jimin gazed gapingly at the younger who was stood between the bathroom doorway, as a captivating smile soon grazed itself upon jimin's plump lips.

"See, what did I say you look amazing." Jungkook rolled his dark orbs in a playful manner towards his hyungs comment.

"Thank you Jimin, we should probably start heading now." To which Jimin simply nodded in reply whilst grabbing a hold of his belongings and following directly behind Jungkook.

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The house gradually grew busier as the night drew on, barely containing the numerous amount of intoxicated teenagers.
The loud music which was being blasted on repeat could be heard from down the quiet street, bright colours beaming brightly through every window.

Jungkook stared anxiously upwards at the large house, swallowing down thickly as he felt his palms begin to sweat. Why did i ever agree to this.? He pestered himself quietly before receiving a forced and rather painful blow to the arm by Jimin.

"Loosen up Jungkook, let's go have fun." Jungkook simply whimpered in reply whilst rubbing his now throbbing arm as the duo descended towards the front entrance.

It was dark inside.
Yet colourful.?

*Jin's POV - ( A friend of Taehyung's, and ex gang member and senior, The duo have their differences and don't tend to see eye to eye, as Jin is considered far more mature and does not condone with Taehyung's rebellious actions. )

"Look who decided to pitch up." I say surprised as I recognise a familiar large figure loitering within the kitchen.
I watch as his dark persona hardens when he notices me, his entire body tensing as he clenches tightly onto his red plastic cup which rested within his large hand.
Clearly, he didn't understand the memo about dressing in colourful clothing, considering he was wearing all black.

"Well if it isn't Kim Seok Jin." The figure grumbled darkly in a cold rough tone. I have to admit, it does surge unwanted chills throughout my entire body.

"What brings you here.?" I simply add before refilling my now empty cup with more liqueur.
A low chuckle escapes from the younger's lips as they take a large swig from their drink before speaking.

"Am I not aloud to attend a mates party now, eh?" They then crushed their now empty cup within their hand before chucking it carelessly across the room. " - last I checked, Ye owe me big time pal."

"How do I owe you.?" I stammer nervously, "- I owe you nothing Taehyung ..."

"Don't give me that bullshit." He snapped immediately. " - Ye know exactly what I am talking about mate." Taehyung growls harshly as his tone roughens becoming laced with sternness and anger.
I purposely refuse to make direct eye contact with him, as I shakily take a small sip from my drink. He's right, I know exactly what he's interpreting and what he wants.

"Tick-Tock." Was the last thing that I heard that night from Taehyung, before his dark figure was completely engulfed within the large crowd of people.

Gone.

*Jungkooks POV

I ended up losing Jimin, only a few moments after we arrived, I found myself left alone surrounded by intoxicated strangers.
This is when panic mode struck, I only agreed on coming because I knew that I'd be comfortable with Jimin being around.

I scanned around nervously for a familiar face, anyone to have a conversation with, looking completely lonesome and lost, when I suddenly felt a rough strong tug on my lower arm directing me towards their direction.
   My anxious eyes trailing up the intimidating length of his well built figure, when They finally rested upon his familiar gorgeous face, immediately realising whom it belonged to I swallow thickly in complete terror.

"Care to dance.?"