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"Taehyung." He said, cocking his head to the side in amusement.
"Truth or dare?"
"T-Truth." He managed to stutter out.
Hoseok smiled, already having the perfect question.
"Is there anyone at the party today that you're interested in?"
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"Fuck."
Taehyung was late. He had finally been invited to a party, and he was already late. Maybe it was a bit sad, that it was his final year of high school and he'd be going into his first party as a senior, but better late than never, right? He seemed to have taken the statement a bit too literally, as he was still running around in boxers, knowing that the love of his life was already at the party.
Jeon Jeongguk. That was his name. Taehyung also referred to him as the literal embodiment of god, but calling him Jeongguk out loud seemed to be more appropriate. The boy was a junior, star athlete, good at literally anything, a social piranha. Taehyung believed that his looks could accurately be described as all of the gods combined. He was quite the opposite of Taehyung, who preferred to spend his time either at home with his anime or in the art room. Especially since he had been accepted to the Seoul University of Arts, he put all of his time into trying to prepare for his courses at his future school. He spared some time though, mostly to drool over the brunette-haired beauty with the cutest bunny-smile Taehyung had ever had the honour to witness.
Taehyung let out a string of curses again once he heard banging on his door. Scrambling to open it, he's faced with a wide-eyed, fully dressed Jimin- staring at the boy in boxers as if he'd just grown a second head.
"Taehyung! We were supposed to be there half an hour ago. Where are your clothes?" Jimin yells bewilderedly, running inside past Taehyung before he can get a word in. Taehyung runs after Jimin into his room, the smaller boy already throwing around Taehyung's clothes to find something suitable for him to wear. He hears Jimin grumbling something inaudible as he throws clothes into Taehyung's face, running in to the bathroom to collect the limited makeup collection Taehyung has stashed in the back of the cupboard.
Five minutes later, Taehyung is sitting on his bed, wearing a light pink silk blouse with black pants, Jimin poking into his eye with a black eyeliner.
"Are you sure this isn't too much, Jiminie?"
Jimin was whacking at Taehyung's hand, which was scratching dangerously close to the masterpiece he was currently creating. "Stop fussing Tae, the pink looks so good with your red hair. Jeongguk will love you." Jimin snickered. Taehyung squeaked, giving his best friend a small shove.
"Don't say his name out loud." He hissed.
Jimin scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Stop being so dramatic, it's only the two of us here."
With one final swipe, Jimin was finished with Taehyung's makeup, already pulling the poor boy out of the door. He didn't even have time to look at his final appearance, Jimin was surprisingly strong when he was determined. Jimin had finally decided to come out of his shell a little, befriending some people from the extra-curricular dance classes he took at school. One of his new friends, Hoseok, had invited him to the party they were currently running to.
"He probably won't even notice me, he never does, Jiminie." Taehyung grumbled, thinking about the younger male he had been pining over for a year.
"Aish, stop being so negative. With that hair of yours, the boy would have to be blind to not see you." Jimin stated, still pulling Taehyung's hand at a quick pace towards Hoseok's house.
