Chase me, Race me, Taste me

4. We're the Wicked Ones Pt. 2

{no sugar in my coffee}

Jeon Jungkook, Age 18

Low, thudding music pulses through Jungkook as he steps into the thrall, people swishing by him as he walks, all donning their fancy glittery masks. The term "fancy" should be held loosely in this case. In Jungkook's opinion, most people look like they bought last-minute masks at the local dollar store.

Just like he did.

He wasn't about to spend excessive amounts on some stupid party he's attending for the sake of backing up his horny roommate. Junho's been going on and on about the girl hosting this party for ages now. Jungkook's just tired of listening to him pine about her every second of their free time at the academy. He just wants some peace and quiet, he wants to fall asleep without hearing her name repeated a thousand times as Junho groans about how hot she is.

Jungkook is just here to be a wingman, get his friend laid, and bring peace to their shared bunk once and for all. A masquerade themed party with tons of booze he's not even old enough to drink isn't exactly his idea of fun, but he's willing to make the sacrifice.

Please, god, let Junho win his girl tonight.

"Jeon!" He feels arms wrap around him before he sees the culprit tackling him. He recognizes the voice, though. Yugyeom, another cadet at the academy the same age as him. "Jungkook, c'mon, come drink with me."

As Jungkook wiggles free of Yugyeom's grasp, he turns, finding the other cadet red in the face, obviously drunk off his ass already. They've barely been here fifteen minutes.

"Drink with you?" he asks, glancing over to see Junho sauntering over to them, scanning the crowd for his crush. Jungkook lifts a brow when his roommate looks at him. "You guys are drinking?"

"Of course we're drinking, you stiff," Junho says, slugging him in the arm. Jungkook inches away from him, grimacing. "Just because we're training to be cops doesn't mean we have to follow every law. Just drink. Loosen up. Yugs needs a new drinking buddy because I can't get too drunk. I need a clear head."

Jungkook hums, head shaking as his friend starts searching again, excusing himself when he thinks he spots the girl in question. Seconds later, Yugyeom has him in a headlock, nearly knocking his mask off as he drags him over to a table lined with drinks. "For you," Yugyeom says, shoving a shot into his hand.

Staring down at it, Jungkook sighs. He's going to be here a long time, he might as well enjoy it. Maybe the booze will make the time pass faster. So he lifts to his lips, Yugyeom cheering him on.

Across the table, a man with a dark undercut in a white and blue mask watches him, leaning against the back of an armchair. His arms cross over his chest, head cocking to one side and a smile curling the corners of his lips.

Jungkook may not be able to see his face entirely, but he's already captivated by him. He looks gorgeous, his body curved and toned in all the right ways, his silk shirt clinging to all the right places, white skinnies accentuating the muscles of his thighs. Jungkook cracks a smile back at him before knocking the shot back.

When he slams the glass back to table, Yugyeom shouting for another, his eyes meet the other man's again and he decides: why should Junho be the only one getting some action tonight?

{gotta love it}

Present Day

Jungkook doesn't know why he feels like he's about to walk into a firing range rather than his parents' house. As he straightens his shirt out in the mirror for the hundredth time and brushes his hair back from his eyes, he feels like he might throw up.