ok note : i think this might be the last chapter because this book is just DRAGGING on but i feel bad not finishing so HERE YA GO HELLA LONG CHAPTER
1.5 -
jungkook pov
Waking up, I rolled onto my right to see the most beautiful person in the world next to me, and Taehyung.
You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation, so here's the gist.
-- major flashback
It was Friday night, and my friend Min Yoongi was hosting this huge party in celebration of his parents going on a trip to North America. Practically the whole school was invited, and I knew Jimin would be there, so my mind was totally set on going.
After school, I drove home, changed into a different outfit; I was trying to look hot for Jimin, knowing he'd probably be clinging onto Min Yoongi the whole time.
I slipped on some blue ripped skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, black leather jacket, and combat boots. I also attempted to draw on some eyeliner to highlight the color of my eyes, and it looked okay, I suppose. I guess you could say I was going for the bad boy look, Jimin being my prince, my twitter prince.
I laughed sadly at the memory, shoving my wallet and phone into the front pockets of my thick jacket, grabbing my keys and throwing myself into the driver's side of the car.
Once arriving at Yoongi's place, I checked my phone for the time. 9:00. Damn it took me a long ass time to shower, eat and get ready for this stupid party. Regardless, I opened the door to my door and hopped out, scanning the sea of people rushing into the rather large house, and hearing the music blasting out of it. Hopefully the cops wouldn't show up this time.
I entered the house, as I have done many times before; Yoongi being part of my friend group, and us having several meetings and tasks take place here. Drinks were being passed around in bright red solo cups, the smell of weed was evident in the living area, couples were kissing up against walls, and people were grinding and dancing everywhere you could think of.
Having not attended a party since I met Jimin, I felt a bit out of place, differing from my usual 'I'm Jeon Jungkook, and I know everybody so get the fuck out of my way so I could go and fuck someone' kind of vibe.
I scrambled through the humongous mass of people in the living room, to get to the kitchen, where I knew Yoongi HAD to be storing some fireball, or at least something, anything from America.
I swung open the white wooden door and went right to the fridge, raiding through it, and searching for my desired alcohol.
"Jungkook-ah! You looking for soju?" I heard an all too familiar voice rasp from somewhere behind me.
"No, Yoongi, where's your fireball at?" I mumbled in frustration, pulling out various drawers, squatting down to see the array of food at a better angle.
"It's right here," at his comment I turned around, still in a squatting position, but falling straight on my ass when I saw Yoongi's pale, thin arm wrapped around MY Jimin's shoulder.
I saw Jimin's expression waver, eyes flickering around at anything in the room besides me, small hands shoved in the front pockets of his oh so skin tight leather pants, white teeth biting his plump lips, swaying side to side on the balls of his feet.
"What the fuck is your arm doing on Jimin?" I was standing up now, arm stretched out in front of me, a finger pointing at Yoongi's snake arm that was wrapped around my boyfriend. Were they actually getting together behind my back?
