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Lana del ray was playing in the background as Jungkook clicked through his e-mail notifications. A lot from the bank, a few from university, and the one he was looking forward to. His eyes lit up immediately, making a little happy dance on his chair as he clicked on the new chapter of his favourite graphic novel story. Jungkook was following this artist about a year after he found him on that platform. The style of drawing was amazing, and the criminal story was dark, but with so much humour and even romance, that it easily climbed up to the top story's he ever read.

With a quick glance to the clock, noticing that there was still 15 minutes left until he had to go, he started to read, already loving the familiar style that held only black and white and red in it, reminding him some sort of Quentin Tarantino films. But the novel was way better in his eyes, less bloody and more funny. Time went by so quickly, but he managed to read the whole chapter, smiling to himself in satisfaction. That was a good one.

The sunny day made his mood good, and even when his mind wandered more than once to his adventure last night, he tried to play it cool, forcing himself to not think of it. Almost at the entry, his friend Hobi greeted him, wrapping an arm around his neck after they made their handshake. "Kook, did you know, Toni is giving a party tomorrow. You're coming too, right?" Jungkook smiled. "Sure. After work is done." "Cool. Shall I pick you up?" he smiled.

"Nah, I'm coming with my own car." "Showing your car off, I see." He winked at him. Jungkook just smirked and walked down the hall, smiling and winking at some girls that were all behaving flustered or flirty with him. That was it. How he is used to. Economics class was soon to be start, making all the students get inside, taking places. Hobi sat next to him, telling him how annoying the last soccer game was. Jungkook wanted to listen. He wanted to. But his eyes slowly wandered over the other students, until he saw him.

Taehyung looked as usual. Focused. Serious. And not interested in any social activities. At least he knew from last night that he has a friend. The glasses sat well placed on his pretty nose, his eyes reading a text under him already, lips in a thin line. Dark straight hair were neatly hanging to his forehead, remembering Jungkook what a contrast that was to his hair last night. Those wild locks.

The beautiful hands with those slender fingers, that were able to support his own weight effortlessly, and touching his own neck with such grace and softness that even Venus would look insipid next to him.

Jungkook teared his gaze away shaking his head to get rid of that thought. But his eyes betrayed him and found their way back to Taehyung all 5 minutes. He was still astonished that Taehyung was a night club dancer. The professor asked the class something, and Taehyung answered, with his deep voice, making Jungkook staring at him once again. God, even his voice was nice. Taehyung answered correctly, making him smile a bit. He looked up, right into Jungkook's eyes, that were still on him, causing a shudder running through his body. He gulped and looked away quickly. Focus Jungkook. Focus.

Work was quickly done the next day, giving him enough time to have dinner at home before he styled up for the party. A red silky shirt was tucked into his pants silver earrings dangling from his ear. He eyed himself in the mirror, fixing his long hair, while he thought if he should cut them again. But the girls liked it very much. And he liked it that they liked it. He winked to his handsome reflection, added a bit of perfume to his chest, before waving the foggy substance away a bit.

He looked good. And he needed that, because he wanted go get laid tonight. The hip hop beat was loud from his car, while he drove to the party, rapping along to the song. A few people looked at his way, while he got out of the car, jumping in excitement, making his chest rise with pride, smirking.

He greeted a few persons and got in, already drinking a bit, looking around to chose witch girl he wants to be with tonight. Usually he was easy to choose, but today was somehow...different. There wasn't anyone who had his interest, so he sat down, sipping on his drink and chatting with some friends.