“AHHH Hyung go faster!” screams Jungkook.

“Yes, that’s good! Oh my god!”

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. They both sigh and stop what they are doing.

“This better be important because we were so close,” groans Yoongi and goes to the door.

Jungkook throws the game controller on the table and leans back on the couch waiting for his hyung to return.

“So, who was at the door?” asks Jungkook when Yoongi returned after a few minutes.

Yoongi flops down next to Jungkook and takes a chip out of the bowl.

“It was the student from next door. He just came to tell us about Jackson’s party.”

“Who is Jackson?”

“He is just a rich brat who likes to throw parties. The year just started, and he is already throwing a big party at his house this Saturday.”

Yoongi suddenly gets up from the couch and goes to his room. Jungkook also gets up and follows him like the curious bunny he is.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” asks Jungkook wondering why Yoongi is taking out clothes and throwing it on the bed.

“I’m getting my outfit ready for Saturday, duh.”

“Wait- You’re not actually thinking about going, are you?” asks Jungkook with a frown.

“Of course, I’m going. Jackson might be a spoiled brat, but he knows how to throw one hell of a party.”

Jungkook nods and keeps standing at the door and watches as Yoongi puts together an outfit.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me or are you going to get your outfit ready.”

Jungkook’s awkwardly looks around and scratches the back of his neck.

“Um I’m not going to the party.”

Yoongi immediately stops fiddling with his clothes and walks up to Jungkook.

“Why are you not going?”

“It’s just, there is going to be a lot of strangers and I have never been to a party.”

“Hey, come on. I promise it’s going to be fun,” says Yoongi and drags Jungkook to his room.

“Let’s start working on your outfit.”

For a second Jungkook still doubted whether it was a good idea to go or not but seeing his Hyung so excited Jungkook couldn't help himself and agreed to go.

But when Jungkook’s eyes land on the huge mansion he starts to wonder if he made the right decision.

“Hey kid, are you okay?” ask Yoongi seeing the boy clearly in distress.

“I'm fine…I'm just a little nervous.”

“It will be alright. Just don’t drink anything and stay by my side,” says Yoongi and pats Jungkook on the shoulder.

Jungkook take a deep breath and nods.

“Alright, than lets go have some fun, hyung!”

“Now that's more like it,” says Yoongi and the two go inside.

The really loud thumping music catches Jungkook off guard. The first thing he sees is tipsy people dancing and other people in clusters either making out, drinking, or just talking. There are even girls taking their shirts off.

The messy place has empty bottles laying on the ground, waiting for someone to trip over them. Jungkook almost was a victim.

“Follow me,” says Yoongi and start moving towards the dance floor.

They carefully step over the god-awful mess as they move over the dance floor. Inside the crowd it was hot and sticky and the two couldn't be more relieved when they made it to the bar.

“Hey bro,” says the tall male, coming over to give Yoongi a handshake. “How’s it going. Are you likin’ the party?”

“Yeah, everything is good. How’s it going with you, bro?”

Jung-Hoon takes a sip of his beer before speaking again.

“Na bro, everything is chill. Nothing new.”

Jung-Hoon’s eyes land on the boy awkwardly standing next to Yoongi.

“Who is this pretty boy?” says Jung-Hoon pointing at Jungkook making the other four males also look at him.

“Go on introduce yourself to my friends” whispers Yoongi to Jungkook.

“Hello nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook. The party is great, r-right? I am delighted to have been invited.”

Jung-Hoon shakes his head. “You seem nervous. Loosen up, don’t be so stiff” He shoves a beer in front of Jungkook’s face. “Here, drink it. You need it more than anyone in this room.”

Jungkook gulps not knowing what to say. Before Jung-Hoon could say the next word Yoongi came to the rescue.

“Not so fast Jung-Hoon. I will buy him a drink.”

He drags Jungkook away and the two go sit on the other side of the bar.

“One water and a glass of whisky.”

The bartender nods and places the drinks in front of them.

“Your friends seem nice,” says Jungkook and takes a sip of the water.

“They are. I think Jung-Hoon likes you,” says Yoongi and wiggles his eyebrows.

Jungkook frowns. “What the- I’m not gay!”

“Alright your lost, many girls and boys would kill to be with him.”

Jungkook gives small nod. Silence grows between the two as they sit there and sip their drinks.

“Ey Yoongi, you up for a game of beer pong,” yells Jung-Hoon from the other side of the bar.

“Stay right here,” says Yoongi before running off to his friends.

Jungkook did as he was told and stares at the people in this crowded area, they remind him of the beer bottles: empty and useless.

Jungkook’s breath hitches when a hand touches his thigh.

“Hey, handsome,” says the girl with a short red cocktail dress on.

Jungkook was about to tell her to go away but then something catches his eye. More like someone. Jung-Hoon staring at him from across the room. A smirk appears on his face when he makes eye contact with Jungkook.

Jungkook smirks realizing this is his chance to let Jung-Hoon know that he is not gay.

“What are you doing here all by yourself?” asks the girl and flatters her fake lashes.

“Waiting for you,” lies Jungkook.

Jungkook panics when the girl suddenly goes and sit on his lap. He gulps and makes sure that Jung-Hoon is still looking before placing his lips on hers.

The girl kisses back and moves her hands all over his chest.

Still kissing her, Jungkook looks at Jung-Hoon again. Jung-Hoon's smirk was gone, and he looks down at the ground before turning away.

Success. Jungkook thought but then his eyes widen when the girl pushes her tong into his mouth. He panics and breaks the kiss.

“Hm, I should go,” says Jungkook and push the girl off his lap.

Jungkook moves a few seats away and is glad to see the girl walk away.

Right on that very spot is where Jungkook sat for the rest of the night thinking about that kiss. His first kiss.