Seven deadly sins - BTS

6~ What the frickle frack.

Hope you're having a wonderful day!

~ Cecilia!

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The persistent screeching of his morning alarm drove him out bed. Jungkook sighed as he looked around his new dorm. His first night had been uneventful: He packed away his things and his roommate never showed up. In all honesty, Jungkook was kind of glad.

His first class was at 9am, so he had enough time to shower and pull together a decent outfit. He grabbed his rucksack and pulled on a beanie before leaving the dorm.

He arrived five minutes early to his class and took a seat at the side of the lecture hall, away from the other students. It was his first day of term, at uni even, and he was already knackered. All of a sudden, a tall man with light brown hair crashed through the door. The other undergrads in the hall looked up and smiled when the saw him.

"PARTY AT THE SOUTH HALL TONIGHT!" the man yelled, frantically waving a flier around.

"You hired the hall out? Really Tae?" questioned one grinning guy.

"Indeed I did, Youngjae, be there or be square." the 'Tae' replied.

'How is this Tae guy so lively on a Monday morning' Jungkook thought to himself, rubbing his eyes. This movement caught Tae's attention.

The tall male strode towards Jungkook's desk; smirk plastered on his face.

"Hello there handsome, I'm Taehyung" The boy leaned closer and closer to Jungkook, until their faces were barely an inch apart, keeping eye contact the whole time. Jungkook's breath hitched.

"You should come to the party, love. Starts at nine" He winked at the stunned student, pushed a flier onto his desk and with his goal accomplished he turned and walked towards the door.

Taehyung left, heading to his own class, but not before sending a glance in Jungkooks direction.

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The rest of Jungkook's morning progressed fairly quickly and without much excitement. He was sitting at the back of the lunch hall eating the crappy canteen food, when youngjae, the guy from his first class sat opposite him.

"Hiya, I'm Youngjae, from your morning lecture," he said. "I just wanna apologise for the way Taehyung was this morning. Are you going to the party tonight?"

Jungkook looked at the boy with a small smile.

"I wasn't sure yet" he shrugged

"Why don't you come with me? I can meet you outside the dorms, then we can leave? Also, can I eat lunch here?"

"Yeah, cool!" Jungkook nodded, glad to have made a friend.

Jungkook and Youngjae decided to meet up at, half eight then parted ways; Jungkook going back to his dorm. The boy unlocked his room and saw that his roommate and chucked some things onto the other bed. However, he was nowhere in sight.

'must've gone out again' thought Jungkook.

The time was 1pm, so he had time to sort out the rest of his belongings before getting ready. After packing away all of his clothes, and arranging his desk, he grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom. 'Better be clean, don't know who I'm going to meet' he thought.

He towel dried his hair and chucked on some ripped jeans, a black t-shirt, and a beanie.

[Damn, this wrecks me and jungkook isn't even my bias 😂]

For Jungkook, fashion wasn't everything, but it didn't hurt to look good. He stored his keys in his back pocket and left the dorm, meeting Youngjae outside.

The boys walked to the bus stop outside the Uni and waited for the bus to arrive. The journey was short, but the ended up arriving late due to congestion.

The hall was already bursting with students and loud music encompassed anyone who walked by. Inside there was a heavy smell of alcohol and waves of people dancing. There were many groups of students clumped around the edge of the dancing mass, and a small, set in kitchen that had been packed to the brim with alcohol. There were stairs the lead up to grand bathrooms, couple of game rooms and a lounge.

Jungkook stood shocked at the entrance of the hall, clueless to the fact that Youngjae had disappeared into the crowd. Not knowing what to do, he made his way to the kitchen to grab a drink.

He was pouring himself another beer when a girl closer to the ground than the ceiling handed him a couple of shot and grinned.

"On the count of three?" she asked.

Junkook laughed and put the glass to his lips.

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He wanted to dance.

All Jungkook could think to do was move his body to the horrific yet driving music. The rest of the crowd had blurred into one colour and there was a strong sent of alcohol. Or maybe it was just him.

He was making his way to the center of the dance floor when there was a loud cough behind him. Jungkook turned around to see Taehyung with his hands in his pockets and a large smile plastered onto his sweaty face.

"Hey there handsome, didn't think you'd come!" Tae shouted over the music. "and I didn't get your name earlier."

"It's Jungkook" the boy replied and looked up at Taehyung.

"Well, Jungkook, want to dance?"

The two boys were dancing dangerously close without actually touching. Their bodies were perfectly aligned and if Jungkook pushed his body any closer to Taehyung's, their lips and chest would meet. They could feel each other's breath on their faces. Jungkook angled his head ever so slightly to the left and went to brush his lips on Taehyung's.

"Want to go upstairs?" Taehyung nodded his head towards the ascending staircase and turned towards it; leading the way with Jungkook close behind him.

The pounding music could still be heard from the grand bathroom. Taehyung motioned for Jungkook to move forwards, then he locked the door. Finding their way back to the position they were in downstairs, Jungkook felt less hesitant. There was a static attraction between them that both boys could feel. Taehyung feather-light fingers brushed the side of Jungkook's face at the same time he pressed their lips together.

As their lips touched a soring pain wracked through Jungkook's body. His vision went blurry and he felt Taehyung slip through his fingers. Was he falling? He could no longer hear the music from the party and his brain was flooded with images and sounds and thoughts and feelings that he'd never felt before. He was lost within a maze of memories that weren't his- even though the seemed concerningly personal. He could make out a large group of people- terrible people. He wanted the vision to stop, for things to return to normal, to kiss Taehyung. But they didn't.

He could clearly see a small group of boys alone in a room. He was sitting on the floor by another man with his head in his hands. Taehyung was there. Why were they there? Jungkook had never seen these people before in his life and these memories weren't his. Why was he there?

One sentence was repeating over and over in his head, even though he hadn't formed it himself:

I am the Wrath sin.

Panic, alongside confusion, started to flood through him. The dim lights of the bathroom started to filter through the image. He regained his vision and saw an even more sweaty Taehyung sitting against the wall, eyes wide.

"What the frickle frack did you do to me?"