the AcTuAl ParTy pt 2

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3rd person pov:

Jungkook and Taehyung just kept staring at each other, not knowing how to proceed. (morons)

Taehyung regained his composure first, swiftly letting go of the younger. "you changed your hair Jeon." Taehyung pointed out. "yup." Jungkook replied shyly, embarrassed and flustered. Why? why was he flustered?

Taehyung hummed, moving closer(is that even possible in the position they in?) and took a strand of Jungkook's pinky red hair in between his fingers twirling it around before tucking it behind Jungkook's ear, brushing against Jungkook's cheek making him shiver.

"It looks good on you." Taehyung said, eyeing the omega up and down, Taehyung had to admit, he had never paid attention before but Jungkook was hot as hell. He was cute and hot, curvey as hell and these tattoos were really not helping the fact that Jungkook was making his pants kiiinda tight.

well great. Just great. Taehyung was lost in thought while Jungkook started to feel fidgety and submissive under the olders gaze, wanting to whine and well, let his omega out.

it was trusfrating to say the least. 

Taehyung was finally snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone low-key screech "TAEHYUNGIE OPPA". Jungkook and Taehyung quickly moved away from each other, Jungkook a bright crimson and Taehyung coughing awkwardly.

"TAEHYUNGIE OPPA" Ugh, that annoying ass voice again.

"Not now Yeri." Taehyung rolled his eyes at Yeri came into view, a short sequin dress and 6 inch heels, her tits practically hanging out for everyone at the party to ogle. "But opppa" she whined throwing herself at Taehyung. Taehyung growled, Jungkook suddenly let out a low whimper but low enough that Taehyung couldn't hear it over Yuri's wining and the loud bass of the music.

"I said, Not. Now Yuri, or did you not hear me?" Taehyung asked, deep voice calm and that scared Jungkook just a little more than he would ever admit.

"N-no Oppa! I heard you! but i want to have some fun, and um, i see that you do to." Yeri whispered the last bit in Taehyung's ear as she looked down at Taehyungs pants, brushing against it making Taehyung groan in sexually frustrated Alpha. "go upstairs and wait for me, got it sweetheart?"

Yeri nodded, glancing quickly at Jungkook and rolled her eyes before making her way upstairs. Taehyung turned back to Jungkook, who, in the time that Yeri was annoying and turning Taehyung on, had filled his red SOLO cup up with some liquids that he didn't bother to know the names of, they smelled strong and sweet and they burned his throat a little bit, but left him feeling warm and fuzzy. Taehyung, out of pure instinct pulled Jungkook in by his waist, his big warm hand on Jungkook's waist made the younger of the two blush. He didn't know why, figuring it was the alcohol that he should NoT be having. Jungkook's back was to Taehyung's chest yet again and they both liked the feeling, Yeri quickly forgotten, Taehyung took he cup out of Jungkook's hand, sniffing and cringing at how strong it was, but Jungkook didn't look fazed.

Taehyung took a sip and  gave it to a random person walking by. he slowly moved them to the living room where the music was loudest and, with both still moderately sober, started to suck on Jungkooks exposed neck, making Jungkook gasp and causing his breath to hitch.

"T-tae..." Taehyung started to kiss the youngers neck, leaving small hickies whenever Jungkook breathed out his name, gomd it felt so right. Itg never felt right with Yeri, just forced and well, sexual.

they started to move their sweaty bodies to the rhythm and Jungkook started to grind against Taehyung making the older groan, pulling the younger closer, running hos hands up and down Jungkook's tiny waist making Jungkook shiver. He loved the feelin and the two boys forgot. Jungkook forgot about his abusive dad, his grades, being perfect, hiding the bruises, forgot about everything holding him back and just focused on the moment. him and Taehyung, dancing and grinding against each other, feeling an attraction that he hasn't felt, well, ever.

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