Flower Boy [JIKOOK][COMPLETE]

Chapter 28: Mr.Brighteyes.

Jimin:

After the shitty day I had at schoool, trying to patch things up with this whole me and Su situation, I go out to meet Hobi down the end of my road. He slings his arm around my shoulder. 'Ayeee Chimiiiiiin!' He drags out my name in greeting.

'I've been telling people the truth about you and Su - how she just came onto you like that. You don't have to worry about anymore rumours, not after the way I threatened them.' He chuckles.

'Thanks.' I tell him, unable to disguise the sad, dull tone of my voice.

'Hey Jimin, I know something that will cheer you up,' he continues, 'you do realise I'm the number one party guy - yeah?'
He says, wide smile stretched across his face. I push him off playfully.

'Yeah? And what?' I reply, raising my eyebrows in suspicion at his antics. I can't help but smile slightly, because Hobi has this kind of aura where I can't help but smile around him, no matter how down I felt.

'How would you like to go to one? In about...' he checks his watch.
'Ten or so minutes? I heard Yoongi's going.'

I eye him up suspiciously. 'And would we by any chance be actually INVITED to this party?' I question him.

'You know what, I don't even think they gave out invites. It's more like an open party you know?' he tells me. I laugh again at his words. That means we're gate crashing then. He turns to call Namjoon.

'Hey Namjoon! We've got a party to attend.'

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Jungkook:

We walk in about an hour or so into the party. You never turn up dead on time. That's just a fact. You turn up just as the party is beginning to...well, turn up. Not that I felt to do such thing with everything that's going on. Sena leads me through the crowd of people. I push past them, bumping a few shoulders along the way. God this place has a lot of people. Even though the house is a pretty decent size, people are still pretty pushed together. As I follow Sena through the different rooms,
I take a look at the scene. Music blares from the sound system as people dance close together, red cups in hand. One person is even dancing on the table.
Is that...Hana? I don't have time to see as I'm pulled along by Sena. I recognise most of these people from school, with the exception of a few unfamiliar faces. The whole house is dimly lit, with only the flashing technicolour dance lights illuminating the room with reds, blues and greens. I can feel the music hum through my chest as it plays throughout the house.

Sena leads me into the kitchen, where a table is set up with beer pong. Two teams of people, most of whom I know from class, stand at either end with the cups aligned perfectly into a triangular formation. 'Let's play!' Sena tells me excitedly. I had never played before, but I understood the basic concept.
If the opposite team scored in your cup, you drank - simple.

After multiple rounds of beer pong, and finding out the other team unfortunately had great aim, I found myself slightly buzzed by the alcohol. No where near enough to be drunk, but just enough to start to worry less about the disaster that was my life. I watched as Sena danced around me with just about every ounce of her energy, and wondered why I ever let her have alcohol - she was already hyper as it was. But now just times that by 10.
I laugh at her, but decide to just go with it, especially since one of my favourite songs came on - FXXK IT by BigBang. After jumping up and down, dancing around until my ankles started to feel like they were going to give way,
I decide to retreat away from the main crowd to take a breather.