"even if our youth rots in the studio thanks to that, we're closer to success.
CHAPTER THREE
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make some noise, all right. till your body burns up, all night."
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From taetae: where did u go last night
To taetae: home I walked it
From taetae: you with hobi?
To taetae: yeah
From taetae: picking u up in ten
To taetae: oooookay
Jungkook puts his phone away before standing up and walking back to his friend Hoseok.
"Taehyung's picking me up, we're probably going to go for lunch. Thanks for today." Jungkook smiles at him, patting his shoulder.
"No worries pal." Hoseok grins and pats his shoulder back.
"You want to come for lunch?"
"Nah." Hoseok is still grinning. "I have a full day today." As a dance teacher, he has to work hard and it makes Jungkook thankful that he took time out of his morning to teach him and dance with him. Dancing tends to distract him from his life.
So Jungkook waits for Taehyung to arrive as he sits at the bottom of the window, his elbows on his knees that are covered with tracksuit bottoms.
His thoughts are everywhere and his head feels like it's going to explode. He doesn't know if it's because he's thinking too much, but he's had a horrendous headache ever since he woke up. The kind of headache you'd have from a hangover. But Jungkook didn't drink last night.
He definitely had a taste of something addicting though, a girl who's name he didn't even get. Does he regret what he did?
No.
The last time he was with someone like that, had sex with someone, was in his last relationship which was two years ago. It lasted two or three months and the girl moved away, it was a waste of time.
Jungkook believes he has a boring life which is why last night affected him so much. It was exciting and unexpected.
Jungkook doesn't remember the last time he was so reckless, so lustful and so not .. himself. His thoughts are clouded with memories from last night and he's staring at a spot on the wooden floor, thinking and thinking about how her lips felt, how she felt, how she held him, how he held her and how-
