"Ugh. That's fucking disgusting."

Jungkook rolled his eyes pulling his wrist away from the guy. "Go on dear. Continue what you were doing." He instructed.

The guy obediently walked away and Jungkook grabbed a random drink from the table approaching Taehyung.

"I could say the same about you. You need to bleach your hair again. I can see your roots showing. Now that's disgusting."

Taehyung groaned, "I was talking about you feeding that man your blood not about your looks. Thanks for bringing up the fact that my hair looks like fucking shit."

"I'm just being honest. In all reality I think I'd like your hair natural instead."

"Well..." Jin likes it blonde. "I like it this way just fine."

"Okay. That's cool. Let me warn you though, you're going to fry your hair. I'm guessing you're bleaching it every few weeks? Isn't that right? There's only bit so much hour hair can take."

"Are you a hair expert? I don't think so. Why should I listen to you?"

"Oh yeah. I have only been alive for eight hundred years. So what do I know right?" He asked sarcastically.

"Being old is not a flex. Come here." He mumbled pulling him towards him.

Jungkook smirked, "Ooh babe if you want to take me to a room just say so."

"Eww. Gross. No." Taehyung told letting go.

"What do you want then? I'm up for sex or getting drunk. You pick."

"Neither of those. Do you only. One to parties to get drunk and feed on people?"

"You already know the answer to that. Anyways, I guess I'll see you late—"

"No, no, wait."

Jungkook stopped and smiled. He turned around with an arrogant look. "I'm listening."
He mumbled taking the last sip of his drink.

"I need your help."

"What do I get in return?"

"Another date."

"Oh please don't flatter yourself Kim. I have plenty of people that would be willing to go on a date with me."

"Really? Where are the people? I don't see them lined up."

Jungkook pushed him against the nearest wall. He brought his finger to Taehyung's cheek. Then pressed his mouth against his ear.

"I will rip your heart out. Don't be smart with me."

Taehyung's heart raced. He smelled like roses and his breath was alcohol mixed with blood." Okay—okay. I'm sorry."

"Fine. I guess I can help you out for a date. It looks like I could teach you some respect." He grinned stepping back.

Taehyung was finally able to relax a little. He wasn't going to lie having him so close had made him a little fidgety.

"Can you...can you help me find information on this guy?"

Jungkook took his phone for a closer look. At first he thought he was confusing him. He wasn't. It was Namjoon.

"Why do you want information on him?"

"I—"

"The truth."

"He has a thing with my best friend and I find it weird that he hasn't told me. This guy appeared out of nowhere. I just want to know if he's a good person and having good intentions with my friend.

Jungkook nodded, "Inserting. Okay. I'll get some info."

"Thank you. Wait, what are you doing?"

"Erasing his picture." He calmly told as he emptied his recently deleted photos.

"No! What if I want to investigate on me own."

"Stupid boy. You don't need to do that. I already told you I got it. I'm an expert at this."

"Agh. Fine." He said extending his hand out for the phone.

Jungkook placed it back on his hand and kept a smug look on his face, "Give me a hand job to thank me?"

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, "No! Ugh. I'm leaving now."

Jungkook chuckled watching him walk away. Taehyung could deny it all he wanted, but Jungkook had seen the blush creep up his neck.

•••

Jihyo reached over to kiss him again. Jimin returned the kiss attempting to feel something. The arousal simply wasn't happening.

She pulled away removing her shirt. Then she  stepped back for him to see. Jimin's face was red in embarrassment. He scanned her body down until his eyes got to her tiny pink panties.

How could tell her he preferred manlier thighs?

"Come on." She whispered with a red face herself. She led him to the bed and laid down pulling him closer.

Yoongi was still outside listening to every move. He could literally hear their hearts and their breaths increase as they kept going.

With his senses being heightened he didn't even need to visually see this. He could picture it in his mind perfectly clear.

He turned around pissed off and on the way back punched a hole on the wall. He sighed loudly running his hands through his hair.

If he could burst in that room and stop it from happening he would. Yet, he had no right to do it. So here he was torturing himself with mental pictures of Jimin having sex with his girlfriend.

It was obvious one day it would happened. Yoongi didn't think it would affect him this much. It was driving him off the edge. He was so close to say fuck being good and running in that room.

"Someone's mad." A girl spoke interrupting his crazy thoughts. Maybe it was for the best. Yoongi honestly didn't know what he'd do if he were to go back.

"Clearly. I'm fucking livid. Just enough to break your spine into pieces."

She smirked, "Really? Want to try?"

Meanwhile Jimin had stopped kissing and was pulling away from Jihyo. He was currently on top of her and was out of breath.

"Jihyo I...I'm sorry I can't."

She bit the inside of her cheek. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push you so much. I shouldn't have..."

He slowly got off of her and sat on the side. She sat up covering herself with her hands. "I'm sorry Jimin. I just thought..."

Jimin shook his head ashamed, "I'm the one that's sorry. I'm sorry I can't...I...I'm so sorry." He replied humiliated. The thought of her telling the school terrified him. Although that wasn't what he was mainly worried about.

She scooted closer to him resting her head on his shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed. It's totally okay. I'm the one who should apologize for causing this uncomfortable situation. You're still my favorite boy Park Jimin. Don't ever forget that." She whispered kissing his cheek.

He pulled her in for the tightest hug and closed his eyes. What he would do to feel the same for her. He'd do anything.

"I should probably get dressed. Do you mind waiting for me outside please?"

"Of course. Take your time. I'll be down the hall." He said softly.

She smiled and he got up walking out the door. Until he closed it she kept a smile on her face. Then it slowly disappeared.

In a matter of seconds she bursted out into tears. It was obvious he didn't like her and that he wasn't attracted to her.

It really hurt her since Jimin was the guy she had dreamed of all her life. He was the perfect package and though they had just dated for a couple months she had fallen effortlessly for him. How could you not fall for such a sweet boy?

One time, she read in a book that sometimes soulmates come to your life for the better. They don't come necessarily as lovers. They can come as friends.

She was at least thankful to have him in her life one way or another. It was the only thing that truly consoled her.

Jimin was biting his fingernails anxiously. He knew Jihyo was hurt. He could see it in her eyes. Dammit. He did the one thing he didn't want to and now he couldn't take it back.

If he had only been honest with her from the start he could've avoided this. He took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom.

On the way there he caught a glimpse of a cracked opened door. He should've kept going, but something told him to stop.

As he stepped closer he could make out the figure of a girl. She has zipping down her dress and Yoongi was laying down on the bed observing her.

"Like what you see?" She asked. Her long blonde hair rested above her waist and she slowly crawled onto the bed.

Yoongi kept quiet. This was a good distraction to not think about Jimin. He didn't want to think about it. Ever.

Jimin watched horrified. She slowly unbuckled his jeans with a smirk on her face. When her head was lowering down he finally looked away swallowing the lump on his throat.

Even if Jimin wanted to he couldn't fake his pained expression.