Exchange student - one year ᵗᵃᵉᵏᵒᵒᵏ

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Jungkook sat on the couch, his fingers clutching the second bottle of whiskey. His eyes, filled with anger and disappointment, were focused on the dancing crowd, or rather, on Taehyung and Yeji. The music was blaring in his ears, but all he could hear was the laughter and the exuberant atmosphere around the couple.

The crowd seemed to give the blond, whose face was covered in a dark shadow, a wide berth. It was as if a black aura was emanating from him, a dark thundercloud hovering menacingly above his head and spraying flashes of anger.

Jungkook couldn't figure out why Yeji, of all people, who had rejected him in front of the whole school back in high school, was now dancing with Taehyung and even allowed to kiss him.

He went to the same class with her throughout high school, and back then the blond didn't know that he was completely into men. He had thought he was in love with Yeji and had admired her dark hair, her radiant smile and her lively manner.

One day, he had plucked up the courage to ask her out. But instead of timidly agreeing, she had rejected him in front of everyone and called him disgusting. Even back then, she had been one of the popular and cool kids, while Jungkook had been one of the uncool and ugly ones.
Her words had deeply hurt his youthful soul.

And then fate had thrown in another twist. As if it wasn't enough that she had humiliated him in high school, they had chosen the same college and the same major. That meant he would have to put up with her for another five years, five years of hearing her laugh and enduring her presence. It was as if he was trapped in a nightmare that had only gotten worse since today.
Yet he had been able to block her out so well until now.

Maybe it wasn't the fact that Taehyung was making out with a woman in front of him, but just the fact that it was Yeji that bothered him.

With an angry snort, he reached for the bottle and took another large gulp of whiskey as the burning liquid slid down his throat. Even the second bottle, which he had now almost emptied, didn't seem to be able to lighten his mood.

At some point, Jimin came up to the blonde and threw his arms around his neck. "Jungkooooook, Jisoo is here with her new boyfriend and he's so handsome, I don't stand a chance with my looks," the pink-haired boy sniffled, tears glistening in his eyes as he sought comfort from his best friend. But Jungkook didn't seem at all interested in Jimin's problems.

When the pink-haired man realized that he wasn't getting any attention from his best friend, he puffed out his cheeks in a huff and snatched the bottle out of his hand. "You could at least pretend to be interested," said Jimin in a huff and also took a sip of the whiskey. But unlike Jungkook, he grimaced in disgust.
"Then I'll leave you alone and go cry to Namjoon," Jimin added angrily and pressed the bottle back into his friend's hand, who still hadn't replied.

About an hour passed as Jungkook sat there, stubbornly getting drunk, this time with a bottle of tequila. His head began to pound relentlessly and a wave of emotions threatened to overwhelm him as tears gathered in his eyes. He needed fresh air. Besides, he didn't want to watch them any longer, so he staggered out onto the terrace of the huge beach house.

With difficulty, he managed to descend the stairs without falling, which ended directly on the beach. He took a few steps away from the house and let himself fall onto the cool, fine sand that molded under his touch. He drew his legs up and rested his head on them, while the music drifting from inside the house was now just a muffled sound to his ears. He breathed in and out deeply, tasting the salty taste of the sea on his lips.

When he lifted his head again, he had to support it with his hand to stem the swaying of the world around him. His eyes were tired and heavy as he gazed out at the endless sea shining under the silver moonlight. "Why don't you just choose me?" he mumbled quietly to himself, awkwardly digging his cell phone out of his pocket to check his watch. He had only been at the party for two hours, but it felt like an eternity.