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Yoora groaned in annoyance as Minji ran around the apartment, searching for a tub of mascara she apparently dropped somewhere.

''Can't you just use mine?'' Yoora asked, taking out her mascara from her bag and waving it around, hoping Minji would stop thrashing the apartment as she ran around, making a mess by knocking down things and sending pieces of clothing flying into the air.

''But that mascara was expensive! It was worth more than my phone case,'' she exclaimed, pushing her head under the couch, trying to catch a glimpse of it. She noticed something laying underneath, not in the shape of her mascara but something flat and had a small glisten to it, she reached her hand deep underneath and pulled out a photograph.

Minji stared at the photo in her hand, examining it carefully. It was a photo of Yoora, with a towel wrapped around her body, her wet hair falling down her back. It was definitely taken secretly, Minji noted. Why was this under the sofa?

Minji stood up and turned around, watching Yoora wave her mascara around like crazy. Minji shoved the photo into her skirt pocket, deciding not to confront her best friend about it.

It probably wasn't what it looked like.

Probably.

Minji pushed back all negative thoughts to the back of her head as she skipped happily, taking the item from Yoora's hands and making her way to the bathroom where the biggest mirror hung on the wall.

Yoora stared at her reflection in the small mirror on her desk, her lips were painted a deep purple, eyeshadow smeared on her eyelids as well as eyeliner, she noted how stunning her cat eyes were. She fixed her bangs, that she finally cut, and applied a bit of blush to her cheeks.

She didn't look like herself at all, but she didn't care. Yoora hoped she could unwind at the party, take her mind off the recent events in her life.

''All done!'' she heard Minjis voice exclaim, turning around, she studied her best friend in awe.

She was wearing a long sleeved crop top, yellow in colour, along with a checkered pathern running down the sleeves. With that, she wore a tight black skirt with metal studs on the edge of the material, along with some fishnets and sneakers. No matter how revealing her outfits were, she'd never wear heels, she couldn't admit to not being able to walk properly in them, feeling extremely embarrassed about it as she is a girl after all.

''Wow, you look appetising,'' Yoora said with a wink.

''You gonna eat me or something?'' Minji said as she cocked an eyebrow.

Yoora stuck her tongue out at her, her pink tongue clinging onto her purple lower lip.

''That's hot, your lip shade is really hot. Stick your tongue out at Yoongi when you see him,'' she exclaimed with a smirk.

Yoora's smile faltered as she fiddled with her long fingers against the hem of her dress.

''Uh, yeah, will do," she said, trying her best to sound enthusiastic.

Minji suddenly ran towards Yoora, grabbing her hand, bag and keys and rushed to the door, closing it quickly, hurriedly locking it and leaving the apartment complex excitedly.

''Minji! Slow down," Yoora exclaimed as she was being dragged down the not too busy street, her breaths coming out in pants as she was forced to run.

Minji suddenly halted, causing Yoora to run into her back with a thud, her head colliding with her hard back, making her stumble back whilst she tried to muffle a shriek.

''For Christ' sake! Why'd yo-''

Yoora looked in the direction Minji was staring in, only to notice Park Jimin, standing by the entrance of a convenience store with a girl at his side.

Not just any girl. Jisoo. The girl was wearing a very short, bright red dress, showing off her to-die-for curves as she pushed her chest against Jimin, who didn't say a word as his smile didn't falter, he simply tried to politely push her away, hoping she wouldn't get angry with him.

That's when an angry Minji stomped her way over to the girl with the red dress and way too high, also bright red stilettos.

Jisoo literally matched the description of a devil at that moment, the only thing missing was a pair of horns popping out from her head and a tail as she batted her eyelashes-which were noticeably fake, at an uncomfortable yet smiling Jimin.

Jimin turned his head in the direction of Minji, who now stood directly in front of Jisoo.

Jisoo glared at Minji, checking her out, her eyes lingered all over her body. She scrunched her nose in disgust once she laid her eyes on her shoes.

''You're a weirdo, who wears sneakers to a party?'' she scoffed.

Yoora suddenly emerged from behind Minjis body, her footsteps loud and heavy, causing Jisoo to stare at her attire until she reached her feet and noticed the worn down sneakers she wore.

''I do,'' Yoora said proudly.

Jisoo decided not to waste her time and placed her hand on Jimins cheek, licking her lips seductively.

''I'll see you later, baby,'' she cooed before leaving the 3 behind, making sure to sway her hips as she walked off.

Minji looked at Yoora in disbelief. They both felt anger rush through their veins, Minji tightening her grip on her handbag as Yoora tapped the heel of her foot against the ground.

There was an awkward silence as Jimin checked the girls before him out, his eyes carefully studying every bit of their outfits.

His face was expressionless, but the look in his eyes spoke for himself as his eyes couldn't leave Minjis mouth watering form.

''Girls,'' he started, watching as Minji covered her face out of embarrassment. ''You both look breathtakingly beautiful," he said with a small smirk beginning to form on his face.

Minji could feel her cheeks slowly turn at least 10 shades of red as she locked eyes with Jimin.

Yoora rolled her eyes at the lovebirds right before her eyes.

''Sorry, but I don't feel like third-wheeling, can you please save it for the party,'' Yoora groaned, grabbing Minjis hand as she walked down the street, Jimin soon following them.

''I-It's not like that, Yo-''

''Sure it's not, whatever you say," Yoora cut her off as she smirked at her friend.

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They finally arrived at Taehyungs humongous house, the music blaring loudly from the inside, neon lights could be seen shining through the huge glass windows. Yoora rolled her eyes at Minji and Jimin, who were standing inches away from each other, both grinning and whispering into each others ears. Yoora noticed the red tint on Minjis ears, ''Cute,'' she muttered under her breath.

''Yoora! You're here!'' Yoora snapped her head in the direction of the voice, she saw Taehyung running at her full speed. He collided with her, his hands tightening around her form, they embraced.

''Y-Yeah, here I am,'' she stuttered as she felt her cheeks heat up, feeling Taehyungs strong hold on her body.

He pulled away, flashing his boxy smile at her. Their bodies were so close now that her heat inflamed him. He took a step back and studied Yoora's features.

The highlight on her cheekbones made her face shine in the dim source of light coming from the streetlight above them, her hair was let loose in beach waves, a black leather choker wrapped around her neck, her beautiful black dress reached down to her mid thighs, underneath that she wore black tights and her signature jet black sneakers. She looked stunning, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

''You look amazing,'' he said with wide eyes.

Yoora smiled genuinely at the boy who looked at her as if she were his whole world.

''Why thank you, I see you went all out huh,'' she said with a smirk as she pointed at his shirt.

It was a blue and white striped buttoned up shirt with a snake logo on the left side of his chest, it was a gucci shirt, Yoora could tell immediately.

''Oh, yes I did. I always do," he said with a wink.

''Oh, Jimin, Minji! You're here too!'' he exclaimed as he turned his attention to the couple behind Yoora, who were still breathing into each others faces.

Yoora laughed and decided to head into the house and look for the rest of the boys. She entered, feeling the aroma of pizza and booze tickle her nostrils, she swore she could hear her stomach rumble.

She placed a hand on her stomach, lightly tapping on it with her fingers. ''Shush, not now,'' she whispered.

She entered a room that looked to be the living room, with a huge television screen plastered on the wall, a huge wine red sofa and matching armchairs present in the middle, with screaming and dancing teenagers prancing around the room.

It was so overcrowded Yoora had no way of breathing in the stuffy room, she, without a second thought, left the room with her hand on her chest, ''This is why I hate parties," she muttered.

Glancing around, she tried to look for anyone she knew, anybody who looked familiar, until her eyes spotted the kitchen. She pushed past the crowd of people, dancing and grinding on each other with red cups in their hand, probably filled to the brim with alcohol, and made her way to the less crowded kitchen.

She noticed a few people playing cards at the table situated in the corner and another person by the sink, aggressively making out with a girl on the countertop.

She slowly made her way to the male, disgusting slurping noises could be heard from him as she got closer. Suddenly, she grabbed him by the waist and let out a high pitched scream into his ear, startling the boy so bad he jumped up, causing the girl he was practically sucking the life out of with his lips to scream even louder and run out of the kitchen.

Yoora couldn't contain her laughter as the boy turned around, she recognised him as Jungkook, the local playboy whom she never got tired of teasing.

''Y-You! Why do you always scare my one night stands away!'' he exclaimed, pointing his index finger at her accusingly.

Yoora's laughter didn't stop as she clutched her stomach, afraid she'd topple over from the lack of oxygen in her lungs.

''What's so funny, huh?" Jungkook said as he cocked an eyebrow. "Are you jealous that I get pussy and you don't?"

That comment send Yoora over the edge, her laughter erupting into even louder seal noises as she slapped her hand against her thigh, her lungs felt as if on fire at that point. Finally, she started to calm down, carefully wiping the tears from her eyes, hoping she didn't ruin her makeup.

''If I was gay, I'd still get more pussy than you, pipsqueak," she said as she pressed her finger against his chest, a smirk plastered on her face. Oh, how she loved teasing Jungkook.

Jungkook stared at her with an amused smirk, taking in her outfit right before his eyes.

''Well, don't you look stunning, babe," he said as he slowly licked his dry lips.

Yoora rolled her eyes at the flirtatious look in his eyes. His dark brown hair was dishevelled, sticking out crazily, probably from the girls hands gripping his hair during the make out session. His lips were slightly parted, a tint of red decorating them, most likely lipstick. A dark purple hickey painted on his neck right above his prominent collarbones popping out from his unbuttoned black shirt.

Yoora couldn't deny that Jungkook was hot, especially with messy hair and swollen lips. She couldn't force herself to look away.

''What? Cat got your tongue?'' he said cockily.

Yoora grinned as she ran a hand through her hair, finally looking away from his handsome face. ''Well aren't you a manslut,'' she muttered, earning a laugh from him.

"Hell yeah I am, but I think the term you're referring to is fuckboy.''

Yoora leaned against the countertop before jumping onto it, securely landing her bottom on the cold marble. Despite the tights she was wearing she could feel the coolness on her butt and her under thighs, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jungkook trapped her with his body as he leaned into her, her chest pressed against his. He sneakily placed a hand on her thigh, rubbing it with his finger in a circular motion, his smirk widening as his face got dangerously close to hers, feeling her hitched breathing hit his nose.

Yoora couldn't describe what was feeling inside of her, she knew she didn't have feelings for Jungkook, but with his body so close to hers, his lips nearly meeting hers, she felt a warm feeling in her stomach quickly spread to the rest of her body.

''The last party was pretty fun, don't you want to finish what we started?'' he said softly as he placed a finger on her dark tinted lips, sending a tingle through her whole body.

Yoora swallowed the lump in her throat as she sat there, frozen, as Jungkook continued to rub her thigh.

Without warning, she extended her arms and forcefully pushed him away from her, his back colliding with the table behind him, a shocked expression on his face.

''You're such a fuckboy, I'm not going to fall for your tricks, kookie,'' she said with a satisfied smirk.

Jungkook couldn't believe how irresistible the girl in front of him was as she sat on the counter, proud of herself for rejecting him.

It was a shame she didn't like him back, he knew it, deep down he always had a feeling she didn't like him the same way he did. He knew he had no choice but to accept that.

But it didn't hurt to try, he thought to himself.

Jungkook turned around and poured some liquor into 2 plastic cups, making sure Yoora had less alcohol than him, since her alcohol tolerance was lower than his. He handed her the cup, encouraging her to drink it.

''Well, we can at least have a drink together, can't we?'' he said.

Yoora nodded at him as she took a sip of the alcoholic beverage in her hands.

''Yuck, what is this? ,'' she said, clearly expressing her distaste towards the liquid running down her dry throat.

''Coke and rum, it's not bad.''

They continued sipping on their drinks, having casual small talk. Yoora kept teasing Jungkook about the various different girls she sees him with. Meanwhile he teased her about her makeup, rambling about how better she looked without it. Yoora rolled her eyes, dismissing his rant completely.

''Having fun?''

Both of their heads snapped in the direction of the voice, which belonged to Taehyung who stood in the doorway, his blonde hair held back tightly with a bandana.

''That's a really hot look,'' Yoora mentally commented, feeling her cheeks flush at the thought.

Taehyung made his way towards the alcohol, pouring himself a drink and leaning against the fridge, next to Yoora.

There seemed to be an unspoken conversation between Taehyung and Jungkook as they both exchanged glances and furrowed their eyebrows in specific motions, piquing Yoora's curiosity.

''Yoora, I know you don't like crowded places, so I'll take you to the rest, hm?'' Taehyung said as he smiled at her.

Yoora returned the smile, feeling the warm feeling in her stomach appear again. ''Sure, I'd like that.''

Jungkook looked suggestively at Yoora, who chugged her drink with repugnance etched onto her face.

''We gonna play truth or dare again?'' Jungkook asked.

''Sure, I don't see why not,'' Taehyung replied, his gaze focused on Yoora's mesmerising face.

Yoora groaned in annoyance. "No, that's boring! Let's play something more interesting," she protested.

Both of the boys looked at her with amused smirks on their faces. ''Oh? Like what, seven minutes in heaven?'' Jungkook started, staring intently at Yoora, ''Taehyung, I hope you have a big closet in your bedroom.''

''My closet is off bounds, god knows what I'd find in there later.''

''No, I think we should play never have I ever, since it's a popular drinking game,'' Yoora suggested.

''I like that idea!'' Jungkook exclaimed.

''Good idea, shall we go then?'' Taehyung said as he held out his hand towards Yoora, who gladly took it as she jumped off the counter, her grip on Taehyungs soft hand helping her regain her balance.

Before they left the kitchen, Jungkook grabbed 3 bottles of liquor, struggling to hold them all in his hands. "What? We'll need a lot for this game, don't you think?'' he said, earning a laugh from Yoora and an eye roll from Taehyung, who hadn't let go of Yoora's hand, even while pushing past various dancing and not so sober people on their way to Taehyungs bedroom.

Yoora felt her hand sweat profusely as she stood in front of the bedroom door. She was scared, she didn't want to face Yoongi, she knew her heart would speed up the minute she laid his eyes on him, and she knew for a fact that he'd stare at her, his eyes speaking for himself.

She was scared of the lump in her throat and ache in her heart as she remembered how close he was with Jisoo, the girl who taunted her and played around with not only Yoongi but Jimin, a day after claiming Yoongi belonged to her.

She let out a deep breath as she calmed herself down, before putting her clammy hand on the doorknob, carefully twisting it and opening the door.

As she stepped in, she noticed a bunch of familiar faces snap their heads in her direction, wide smiles plastered on her face.

''Yoora! There you are!'' she heard Minji exclaim as she stumbled to her feet, clumsily running to the girl with her arms outstretched.

She clashed into Yoora, wrapping her arms around her tiny waist, causing Taehyung to let go of her hand as Minji pulled her in for a tight hug, acting as if she hadn't seen her best friend in at least a month or so.

Jungkook made his way past Taehyung, placing the alcohol on the table.

Yoora started squirming, mumbling breathlessly at Minji, pleading her to let her go, to which she complied.

''Where did you go?'' Minji asked with a pout.

''Hey, you always leave me alone everytime we go to a party, why can't I?'' she retorted, placing her hands on her hips.

Minji sulked inaudibly under her breath.

Yoora entertwined her fingers with Minjis as she pulled her along with her. Yoora smiled at the boys who ran up to greet her.

''Yah, Yoora, that dress is gorgeous!'' Jin exclaimed as he stared at her dress, clearly impressed by her choice of attire.

''Yeah, you look beautiful!'' Hoseok said, beaming from ear to ear.

Hoseoks bright and radiant smile made Yoora's heart melt.

''Thanks, guys, Minji helped me pick it out while shopping,'' she said, pointing to Minji who grinned in response.

Namjoon playfully winked at Yoora as he gestured to the collar on her neck.

''Okay, he must be into bdsm or he has a daddy kink, noted," Yoora thought to herself.

As the boys started pouring various types of alcohol into their plastic cups, Yoora's gaze wandered over to the figure sitting by the open window, his chin propped up on his hand, his hair moving slightly within the blowing wind, his long silver earing with a cross at the bottom dangling from his ear.

As if he felt her eyes on his form, he swiftly turned around, his ferocious eyes softening at the sight of her gentle ones staring right at him.

That was the first time they looked at each other in a long time, none of them daring to break the eye contact.

Yoora's mouth opened, as if to say something, but no words came out, instead she let out a puff of air as Yoongi's gaze lingered on her face.