ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴏɴᴇs || ᴊɪɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ

Chapter V

[Parties, Hookups and other Necessities]

Kim Namjoon didn't hate parties  (especially not the ones thrown by Min Yoongi), he just wasn't fond of the whole idea of drinking and doing something stupid and even though he has the choice of staying away from alcohol, a high school party isn't a high school party without drinking, grinding and making stupid mistakes that are regretted the next morning along with a dreadful headache and shame. 

Again, Namjoon doesn't hate the parties thrown by mister gummy smile himself especially when the male puts an effort into to dressing up, instead of his regular assemble of sweatpants and sweatshirts in the fall and winter and regular black or blue jeans in the spring, completed with any of the seven converse he owned, whenever they hung out. But when it came to his start and end of the school year parties, he dresses to impress so tonight was no exception as he makes his way towards Namjoon clad in leather pants, a plain white shirt with suspenders and a bright yellow bomber jacket, black boots, and newly dyed mint hair, gummy smile stretch across his face

Namjoon needed that drink after all. Cause damn Min Yoongi was set on taking his breath away. Is as if he knew how much power he held over Namjoon and was not afraid to use it, by attaching himself to the taller male and refusing to let go or cuddling into the younger's chest when they are to be cuddling. And he was about to do it again, seeing as his hands were stretched out towards Namjoon, but instead of the regular bone-crushing hug, he grabs the latter's face, leans up and kisses him right on the lips. 

Namjoon really needed that drink. 

Life is filled with surprises, well his life is, thinks Jungkook as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. It was almost like they wanted to be caught as they stood in a bedroom with the door wide open. 

When he had arrived at the party  - or in his believe dragged to it by Hoseok, who wanted him to let loose and have some fun - and ditched by his cousin, he had expected the alcohol and the dancing, which always managed to look more like sex with clothes on than dancing. But what had he not expected was the two very familiar males locking lips, or in the taller male case biting the shorter male's bottom lip as though it was his favorite meal.