Taehyung stood in between the school gates, the large crowd of students surrounding him slowly starting to disperse now that Jimin had left. They kept muttering and throwing him  looks over their shoulders, probably making their own theories about what had happened.

Taehyung's mind was in a whirlwind. The same words kept ringing over and over in his head.

We're done, Kim Taehyung.

Please don't talk to me anymore.

They hadn't even lasted two days.

It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did. Taehyung had been in relationships before, but none of them had hurt him this bad.

What had Park Jimin done to him?

A hand on his shoulder brought Taehyung out of his thoughts. Hwayeong stood beside him, looking very pleased.

"Nerd heard you, eh? Well I'm glad you didn't give into his nonsense and let him walk away. I couldn't hear most of your words but I'll assume they were as bad as you shouting at him about that bitch, Hyuna," he said, looking like he'd just won a bull fight. After a pause in which he studied Taehyung's face, he asked,"What's with your depressed face?"

Taehyung shot him a scathing look. "Funny that you should ask," he said, removing Hwayeong's hand from his shoulder.

Hwayeong in turn gave him a plainly befuddled look. Receiving no further reply from Taehyung, he settled for his previous pleased expression, probably remembering why he was here in the first place.

"I totally forgot, I came here to tell you that Samuel's throwing a party this evening. Tomorrow's Saturday, so we can all get drunk as much as we want. You have to come this time, no excuses. The whole team is gonna be there."

"No, you know I don't go to a lot of parties."

"What's the fun in that? C'mon bro! Have some fun! Get drunk, get laid!"

"I told you I'm not interested. Leave me the fuck alone," Taehyung said, slowly losing his temper. Why was he still putting up with this git?

"Don't you take out the nerd's anger on me, Tae. And I'm not gonna accept any excuses, you're gonna come and get drunk with us and get your mind off that fag," Hwayeong said.

Hwayeong was starting to seriously annoy Taehyung, but the idea of getting drunk to get Jimin off his mind...didn't sound that bad. He could probably do with a bit of fun, it would be better than being alone and continuously brooding over everything.

He agreed to go, earning him a hard clap on the back from Hwayeong, who went away after telling Taehyung he better be ready by 8 pm.

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Jimin looked over at Taehyung, sprawled on the couch like he owned the place and downing perhaps his fifteenth glass of beer that night. His friends occupied the rest of the couch and the floor around it, along with a bunch of girls, probably hoping to get one of the boys in bed with them.

Yoongi sat in the corner of the room with him, glancing at Taehyung every two minutes and playing with a rip in his jeans. He and Jimin both weren't party people, but a friend had forced Yoongi into coming, and the latter hadd asked Jimin to come along, he didn't want to be stuck between drunks all by himself. And he felt it might help Jimin get his mind off things, the boy had been unnaturally quiet ever since he came back home.

'Maybe it was a bad idea to come here after all', Yoongi thought to himself, noticing that Jimin was being even quieter and doing nothing but drink and glance at Taehyung. At this rate he'd probably pass out. Yoongi snatched the boy's glass from him, saying "enough" and going away to get him a glass of water.

Jimin was still eyeing Taehyung, who'd been too drunk to notice either him or Yoongi the whole night.

The younger boy ruffled his ebony black hair, making them messier than ever. It made Jimin's breath hitch in his throat. Taehyung looked hot. He decided it was best to leave before he lost control of his hormones and ended up in a situation he didn't want himself to be in.

Jimin didn't realise that even though his thoughts had taken a turn, his eyes were still fixed on Taehyung.

And Taehyung was looking right back at him.

Slowly, as if he were a predator tailing its prey, Taehyung got up and moved towards Jimin. The older gulped. His brain had gone into waves of panic. He wanted to leave, yet he stayed miraculously glued to his chair. Maybe it was because he was drunk, but he wasn't able to comprehend what was happening.

Taehyung was now right in front of him.

"Is looking at me all night enough for you," the younger boy said, his words slurring due to how drunk he was, "or do you want to taste me too?"

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And that, folks, is how shit goes down.

Watch out for tomorrow's update, we're gonna add some spice to this story that we're cooking together ;)

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