impress

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yoongi sighed as he sat at the bar, his 5th cup of black iced coffee that night a heavy contrast to his milky white hands. not only was he waisting his time at a stupid club, but he was going to have to deal with dragging his two friends out of the building before the thirsty hoes dragged them out instead.

he checked his phone, mentally cursing once he noticed that it wasn't even 9:30 yet.

before he could even finish his mental profanity, though, he heard movement on the once empty stool next to him. yoongi pretended not to hear anything, as he could already feel the jackass smirk that the other was probably wearing.

"you know, it really isn't polite to purposefully ignore people, sweets."

and there it was, the voice that alone sent his blood into a boil. none other than the school's favorite fuckboy,

jeon jungkook.

"and since when do i care about being polite to the likes of you, hmm?" yoongi remarked, thought it sounded more like a growl than something coming out of any human being.

"oh, stop playing stubborn, silly. i know just how bad you want me, just like everyone else does. if you just admit it, i'll give you what you want..." his smirk grew as he trailed his hand up yoongi's thigh, much to his dismay.

"get your dirty hands off me!" yoongi barked out, smacking his hand away disgustedly. "i'll probably contract hiv just by having any sort of skin ship with the likes of you."

jungkook just chuckled at the comment, his eyes closing as his smirk widened, exposing the tip of his rabbit teeth. yoongi took this time to examine his features. his doe eyes, soft looking coffee brown hair, slightly sun-kissed skin, and the tiny scar on his right cheekbone...

god, he was gorgeous, there was no denying that.

he realized that jungkook was looking right back at him, and wondered how long he had been staring. all of that didn't seem to matter, though, even the loud thumping of the club's music fading into the back as they looked into each other's eyes, each getting drawn closer to the other.

"see? i knew you couldn't resist me, sugar."

that comment was enough to being yoongi back to his senses, his face a mere inch away from the other's. at that time, he thanked the club owner for the dim lights, otherwise jungkook would see just how much of a tomato face he was right then and there.

"shut up, y-you man-slut! i don't have time for your stupid presumptions." yoongi grumbled as he hopped off the stool, not bothering to listen to what jungkook had to say. he was halfway down the dance floor before returning to get his iced coffee and grumbling off again to find his two dumbass excuses of friends.

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jimin whined all the way home, angry about yoongi dragging him out of the club.

"but hyunggg... taetae and i were just about to talk to some cute sophomore! what was his name again? yugyeom?"

taehyung face palmed at jimin's antics, his tone a tired sigh. "for the last time, jimin. yugyeom is straight.
s t r a i g h t. he probably gets so much slut, he doesn't remember what a dick is until he uses it."

"taetae, don't say that word! and anyways, no one is straight just because they say that they are. yoongi claims being straight, but then again we have the incident with the link body pillow."

"i swear to god jimin i bought it as a
j o k e."

"uh-huh, and taehyung's favorite store isn't gucci."

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(a/n) end of chapter one-
it's pretty shitty, ik, but i don't know if anyone's gonna read it anyways so yeet.
comment if you want more chapters, i guess.
otherwise i won't be making shit.

(edit: i'm not going to update until I finish reading the book; things are about to get juicy. i have so many good ideas for this ff omg)