Some Kind Of Wonderful (a yoonmin fan fiction ) Mature content

Chapter Thirty

When Jimin and Jungkook returned to the limo, a little awkward after the kiss, Yoongi was propped on the bonnet, leaning against the windshield, looking relaxed.  He swung his legs over the side and smiled at them both as they approached, leaving them both feeling a little bemused "so Romeo and Juliet, where to next?" he asked a little more sing song than he'd meant, but it still did the trick.  He'd decided to lock his heart away, he'd already lost, and it was better this way.  He and Jimin could continue as best friends come Monday morning, and he'd eventually get used to Jungkook right? 

Jimin shook off Yoongi's unusual turn in attitude and stated "Taehyungs house", leaving both Yoongi and Jungkook looking shocked.  "Have you forgotten something?" asked Yoongi as he tapped Jimin on the forehead.  "Mark and Jackson want to end your life, and I don't trust that motherfucker Taehyung as far as I can piss".  "It's for real Jimin" interjected Jungkook, "Tae told me that he'd stay out of it, but that Mark and Jackson had some sort of vendetta against you and weren't for letting it go, he advised me not to bring you to the party and that's the truth" he added staring at Yoongi as if to defend Tae. 

"I know" spoke Jimin calmly, "but I have to face them sooner or later, If not here I'll be looking over my shoulder until they decide the time is right, I'm not going to live like that" he added.  Yoongi slipped off the limo, "If you want to do that you can drive yourself, you won't last six seconds, even he could knock you out" he said exasperated pointing towards Jungkook.  Jungkook rolled his eyes at Yoongi's comment "I agree with Yoongi Jimin, this is a suicide mission, nothing good will come of it", both enemies now united in their thoughts and desperately trying to persuade Jimin to change his mind.  

"Give me the keys" said Jimin holding his palm out to Yoongi, "I'll drive myself".  Yoongi huffed, and groaned in annoyance, he wouldn't let the love of his life face this alone.  "Agghhh, you stubborn little bastard, just get in the damn car" he growled as he slammed his body into the drivers seat.

Kim Taehyung waited nervously, he hadn't stopped thinking about Jungkook all evening, he was on a date with the art nerd, when he should be with him.  It was his own fault, he'd fucked up so many times, not appreciated what he had when he had it.  He was hoping Jungkook would arrive at the party alone as he knew Mark and Jackson had totally ignored his orders and had been inviting some of their own friends from the gym to his party, cultivated specifically for their muscle power.  They'd shown up unannounced about an hour ago and were going through his dads expensive liquor cabinet.  

Taehyung was too preoccupied wallowing in his own self pity that he hadn't paid too much attention.  He'd spent most of the night up in his room, occasionally checking at the window to see if JK had arrived.  Really he didn't give a shit about Jimin, the kid had it coming for thinking above his station, and he'd pissed him and his friends off.  But for the sake of the boy he loved, he was staying well out of it.  His main goal was to get Jungkook back in his arms by the end of the night by any means necessary.  

The party was in full swing, with the downstairs packed with sweaty high school kids grinding on each other in alcohol fuelled bliss, the bass of the music echoing around the neighbourhood.  The upstairs had many little rooms and nooks, filled with the sounds of moans and creaking springs, of naked flesh enjoying the carnal pleasures of care free youth.  It was past 11.30pm and Taehyung was pacing anxiously by the window once again when he saw a sleek black limo pull into his drive.  He watched in curiosity as a boy dressed as a chauffer descended the vehicle and opened the back door.  

He hadn't recognised Yoongi in his dress suit, but he spotted Jungkook emerging from the back of the limo, followed by an attractive silver haired boy, surely that wasn't the nerd??  Making his way downstairs he planned on intercepting them and giving Jimin a heads up, but he was collared by Mark just before he reached the door.  "Hey Tae, where you been hiding all night, it's your god damn party man!" he exclaimed throwing a bronzed, muscle clad arm around his friend.  He was slightly wasted and slurring his words, the smell of whisky and cannabis sticking to his sweat soaked vest and turning Tae's stomach.